#it's been heavy snowing yesterday and during night too so when i woke up today i knew it'd be tough getting through 😩

[zevrans-remade]

me omw to work today like

[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 3

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​

Square Field: Sleigh Ride

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: Hint of anxiety issues, fluff, fluff, and more tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 4 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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The last thing you remember from the night before was falling asleep wrapped up in Dean’s arms in the Dean cave. Normally you weren’t one to fall asleep during movie night, but it also wasn’t normal for Dean to be that cuddly either, and you were apparently a lot more worn down from the hunt than you thought you were, not to mention your little self inflicted melt down over Christmas. Your anxiety tended to hit at the world's worst time and take a whole lot out of you when it did, yesterday was no exception. 

When you woke up this morning you were tucked safely in your bed, and you knew you didn’t wake up to get there on your own, meaning Dean must have carried you there and tucked you in after you had fallen asleep. That thought alone made you smile. Dean cared about you enough to carry you in there, and tuck you into your bed after you had fallen asleep on him. No man had ever done that for you before, and you swear your heart grew three sizes in your chest. 

You had always harbored feelings for Dean, but never allowed yourself to think that they could possibly be reciprocated by the famous Winchester. He was a warrior, a hero, and you were just lucky he allowed you into his little band of misfits to hunt with them, and gave you home when you met him years ago hunting a nest of Vampires in Illinois.

You climb out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas Dean had bought for you the night before, and made your way into the kitchen in search of coffee. You were surprised to find Dean standing next to the coffee pot with a cup in hand, fully dressed, showered, and ready for the day; normally Dean was a bit of a late sleeper. 

“Morning,” he said brightly, as if he’d been up waiting for hours, quickly grabbing a mug for you and filling it with coffee before you could even cross the floor. 

“Morning,” you tell him with a smile as you take the steaming mug from him, and make your way over to the table to sit down. “What’s got you up so early?” you asked him, and he chuckles as he sits to work on your breakfast. 

“Early? Sweetheart it’s almost noon,” he says without even turning around to face you, cracking an egg over the pan in front of him. “I was starting to think you were going to skip today and just stay in bed. I was a little hurt that I didn’t get an invitation,” he played as he pulled bacon from the pack and added it to the pan in front of him with the eggs. 

You blush at his antics and hide behind your coffee cup as Sam comes striding into the room, a book in hand, and a cup of to refill with coffee in another. He didn’t so much as give the two of you a second glance as he refilled his coffee up and started to track back out to the library with his nose firmly implanted in a book. Dean watched his brother as he gave the bacon on final flip and plated up your food before rolling his eyes and turning to you, shaking his head as he delivered your breakfast to you. 

“Boy’s lucky he found Eileen, if not I don’t think he’d ever get laid,” he grumbles as he takes a seat across from you and you stifle the laugh that threatens to fall from your lips with a mouth full of bacon. 

“Leave him be,” you scold, and Dean’s eyes sparkle a little with mischief when he playfully runs his foot across your under the table. Was he really playing footsie with you? 

You clear your throat, and decide to just play along without saying anything and you swear you saw a victory smirk cross his gorgeous face. 

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” you asked him, expecting some smart ass answer like porn, or some slasher marathon he’d planned since there was no case, and so much snow had fallen the night before it wasn’t like anyone wanted to get out in it anyway to actually work.

“You and I are gonna go downtown, so hurry up and eat your breakfast so you can get dressed,” he said excitedly, and you give him a confused look. 

“Downtown? It was a snow storm last night? Can we even get downtown?” you asked him in confusion, but he seemed thoroughly unfazed. 

“It stopped snowing hours ago, and the snow plows have already came through and cleared the roads, the sun's out, and it’s really not that bad out there, so hurry up Y/N/N!”

He looked so much like an over excited child that you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted too. You quickly finish your meal and dress in your room before meeting Dean in the garage where he’d gone to warm up Baby for you so that you wouldn’t be cold when you got into the car. 

You don’t know where this new, thoughtfully sweet, Dean came from but you weren’t complaining. Dean had never wanted to spend this much time with you before, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. 

“What are we doing downtown Dean?” you asked him as the car moved ever closer to Dean’s destination, his fingers were drumming alone to the classic rock song that was filtering through the speakers, and he was humming in a way you had only heard him do about a handful of times. He looked, happy? It was rare that Dean ever looked happy. It was a nice chance. 

“You're about to find out,” he said with a smirk, pointing ahead of him, at the side road where a fully decked out horse driven sleigh was waiting, children flocking around the animal as the handler let them each have a turn petting it’s short main. Your mouth fell open in utter shock and disbelief at the sight before you, and you couldn’t deny that the little girl in you was squealing with delight at the sight before you as Dean parks Baby safely on the side of the street. 

“Dean! Are you serious?!” 

You were all but bouncing up and down in the seat and Dean was chuckling at your excitement as his bright green eyes watched you, an emotion filling them you couldn’t understand in that moment. 

“Serious as a heart attack baby girl, I’ve already got us booked for a ride, in fact they're waiting on us now,” he said, getting out of the car and making his way around to pull you from the passenger side. 

You were still in so much shock that you all you could do was smile like an idiot as he laced his fingers with yours, and made his way over to the sleigh, shopping to let you pet the horse for a moment before helping you into it, following close behind you and draping the blanket they provided over your lap so that you wouldn’t get cold. 

The young man that was standing next to the horse climbed up behind the reins and took off slowly, making his way through a heavily decorated part of town, and through the little orchard that set just outside the park, snow making them limbs of the trees heavy and everything bright like winter wonderland as your eyes traveled around the scene before you. It looked like something out of a cheesy Hallmark movie, but you wouldn’t trade this experience for the world. Dean's eyes barley left your face, watching you as you looked around with a childlike amusement. 

“Dean, how did you even find out they were doing this?” you asked him as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him to help keep you warm. Your heart fluttered around in your chest at the simple little act, and damn he smelt like Heaven.

“I saw it on the news, and I remember you saying how much you loved horses, so I figured it was something you would like to do,” he said simply with a shrug, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and those eye crinkles you loved so much coming out to play. “I thought this would be the perfect day 11.” 

“I love it De, thank you for thinking of me,” you tell him, letting your head rest against his shoulder as the landscape passed along by you like a beautiful, moving portrait. 

“I always think of you Y/N,” he said, and you blushed deeply at his little revelation, looking up into his forest green eyes as he stared down into your own. You watched as his eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes again, and for just a second you thought he was going to kiss you. 

Just before the electric pull between the two of you became irresistible he pulled back a little, and you could have kicked yourself for thinking this was anything but plutonic. You didn’t have a chance to sulk about it before his free hand reached over and laced with yours, quickly making the moment all too intimate again, his lips kissing the top of your forehead and making your heart leap in your chest. 

“You just wait to see what I have planned for day ten,” he chuckled as the sleigh started to make its way back to the starting point, and you started to question him, but something in his eyes just said he wanted to surprise you, so you wouldn’t spoil this for him either. 

“You know you don’t have to do this Dean,” you tell him earnestly, and he smiles warmly down at you as the ride comes to an end, and he helps you down, leading you towards the little hot chocolate stand that was set up close by. 

“I want too, Y/N/N, you deserve this, and I’m going to make this a Christmas you will never forget, trust me.” 

Your mind and heart fluttered with possibilities and excitement that you hadn’t felt in years, but more importantly you were pretty sure you were falling in love with this green eyed God of a man, and hoped that it didn’t put a damper on the holiday fun he had planned for the two of you.

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Parental Guidance Pt.5

The bad dreams had come back. Zuko barely slept a wink and even the sun was not enough to give him strength. He turned over and watched Katara sleep. He didn't bother her that night. She had been so weary after her first time bending. Zuko smiled tiredly. Katara was a bender. She was special. He knew it all along. He squirmed closer to her. She could somehow sense him and tucked her arm around his middle.

         Sir stirred. He sniffed back a few times. He whispered to himself before standing up. Zuko stifled a laugh at the noises of him stretching. It had been several hours before they could get Noaluk and Yoton out of the ice. It served them right though. Zuko didn't have enough energy to stay angry at them. But if they ever tried to hurt Katara again, he was going to do something worse than hit them with a stick. He could feed them to the Piranha Dolphins Sokka told him about.

"Zuko, are you awake?" Sir asked surprised. It was the first time he had noticed him.

Zuko rose, carefully moving Katara's arm, "Yes."

Sir nodded. "Come. Start this fire for me. I am cold."

Zuko eagerly obeyed. Sir was probably mad at him for yesterday. Maybe he could earn back his favor. He got startled when Sir started talking to himself. Sir was sick and now he sounded worse. He should have listened to Gran-Gran when she told him to come inside.

"Do you know how to put the soup on?" Zuko nodded. "Ok. Do that and then come sit with me."

        Zuko had to turn away to make a face. He was unsure about spending one on one time with Sir. It was probably just so Sir could tell him how bad he was. He thought about waking Katara. But she needed rest. Maybe he wouldn’t yell. Sir hadn’t been mean to him before. And if he did, Zuko would rather Sir yell at him while Katara couldn't see.

        Zuko moved the pot of the left-over soup over the flame like he had seen Gran-Gran do many times. He looked over to Sir who had prepared two bowls and utensils. He was wrapped in an Artic Camel skin holding a handkerchief to his dripping nostrils. He sat down across from Sir. He chewed his lip. Sir rested at his usual spot by the window rolling his neck. Zuko watched him do this for several more moments.

Sir sighed long and loud. “Where are you from?”

Zuko blinked, “The ocean.”

Sir snickered. But Zuko didn’t make a joke. “I see. What do you dream about? What is it that keeps you awake?”

Zuko didn’t answer. After he had a nightmare, he always tried to put them from his mind. It made it easier to go about his day. He didn’t even tell Katara what he dreamt about. The images were always so frightening and bloody. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want Sir to think what he already thought about himself. That there must have been something wrong with him.

“Is it the wreck? The water?” Zuko still did not answer him. “Do you dream about how you got your scar?”

Zuko fidgeted with his hands. That was something that hadn’t appeared yet and hopefully wouldn’t. Zuko shrugged.

Sir sniffed, “You do not have to tell me if you do not want to. But maybe if you spoke about it, you would feel better.”

Zuko conceded that Sir may not settle for silence even if he said it was ok. “I dream about a monster.”

“It was a scary monster?” Sir said with a gentleness in his voice that Sir had not used towards him in a while.

Zuko didn’t realize how much he craved it. He continued, “The monster was name Lala. She say, You do not remember me. So, I kill you. Lala can make fire come out of her mouth. Her claws are sharp, and she cut me. I bleed and then I die. And then Lala cry. She say I miss you. And then she is small. Then I feel sad.”

Sir frowned. Zuko regretted answering, “Do you know who Lala is.”

Zuko shook his head.

“Do you dream about a monster all of the time?”

Zuko shook his head.

“Why does she miss you?”

“I don’t know.” Zuko had a difficult time holding his chin up. It was as if Sir’s eyes were too heavy. “Sometimes I dream about the ship and the old man.”

“Who is the old man?”

“I don’t know. He is bad.”

Sir tilted his head. “Why is he bad?”

“In my dream the ship sinks. We are in a room. The walls are black and hard. Everything is cold. I see my air. My breath. He say, Zuko, Zuko get up! He pick me up and  he take me out the room. Everyone is screaming. Water is inside. The man say Go, Go! He is scared. The old man is scared too. Then he close the door. The door is loud. Men bang, bang, bang, on the door. Then no sound.” Zuko took a deep breath. “I see them die. They say Why Zuko? Why did you not help? I try to tell them. Not me! I did not let you die!” He wiped his eye with the heel of his hand. “That is why he is bad. He kill them.”

              Hakoda went to conceal the tear coming from his own eye. He thought maybe Zuko had dreamt of almost drowning. Not his uncle murdering part of his own crew. Did he know the old man was his uncle? Hakoda held his jaw clenched. If a man could kill his own men, maybe he could scar a child. Hakoda thought it best to keep that information from the hurt little boy.

Katara woke up mumbling, “Zuko? Are you making breakfast already?”

              Zuko said something in Fire’s Tongue. Katara went over to stir the pot. Hakoda turned the thought again in his mind of his daughter learning his words. If he were honest with himself, the sound of the language was off putting. It had only been heard during raids. Hakoda bid away the memory of men in iron masks. Zuko was a child. And by the sound of it he didn’t seem to acknowledge that he was different from anyone in the village. Hakoda pulled himself deeper in his mind until a bowl of soup was set down. Katara smiled up at him. His little girl. She hadn’t even lived a decade and already had eyes of someone much, much older than her. Sokka had woken up at the smell of food. His mother got up at the commotion of their family breakfast. It was nice to see them all. Even with the addition of the half-faced boy.

…

             Sokka was still grumbling that he had to help clear the dishes. Katara combed Zuko’s hair. Zuko leaned every now and again so the teeth of the whale bone comb would scratch his scalp just a little harder. She gently gathered it together binding it with blue ribbon. Next, he helped her with her hair. He separated her pillowy curls into three sections and braided them together until there was not a hair out of place. Sokka watched closely as if Zuko were doing something remarkably interesting. Usually Sokka was already packed and heading out for weapons training.

“Why do you like to do girl stuff? You should come with me today. I can teach you how to throw a boomerang!” Sokka sat on all fours.

Zuko and Katara both turned to reject, but Sir spoke first. “That is a great idea.”

            Zuko went to yell but knew he couldn’t refuse Sir. He tried to hide the pout in his lip. Sokka teased him, but he liked sewing. Gran-Gran always told him how much of a good helper he was. He liked brushing Katara’s hair and helping cut the meat down for meals. Now he had to go with Sokka and throw a dumb crooked stick around. Sokka must have saw how he truly felt. He gave a light nudge in his arm.

“We can play afterwards, ok?” Sokka smiled.

Sokka smiled at him? “Is he ok?”, Zuko asked Katara in Fire’s tongue.

“I’m not sure.” Katara said back.

“Right! Children gather round.” Hakoda announced too loudly for the small space.

           Sir went over the new rules. Stay inside when the Earth traders come. No bending in the house. And Katara and Zuko could only speak Fire’s tongue inside. Both children nodded understanding the new restrictions. Although he didn’t care for the last rule, Zuko had noticed the looks of others when Katara and him spoke to each other in the language inside his head. He heard Katara speak and he knew he didn’t sound like her. He heard Sir speak and he knew it would be a very long time before he knew all the words he did. He would have to do his best.

“Does Sokka get new rules?” Katara’s eyes flashed with annoyance. Zuko attempted to hold the same posture.

Sir stammered, “Sokka… has to help…Sokka has to help sweep the igloo!”

“What!”

……………………………….

              Zuko and Sokka walked some distance out towards the ocean. Zuko could smell the salt and hear the waves on the stony beach. Their presence had disturbed some toddling Otter-Seals. Sir gave him a practice spear and knife too. He looked happy for some reason. Sir said that it would be good to have another warrior in the village. Maybe Sir felt proud of him. And that would have made him feel better if Katara didn’t look so sad when he left.

“Ok. First things first. This is my boomerang. They can be made from metal, bone or wood…”

              Zuko zoned out as Sokka went into the history and usages. He would have rather been at home finishing the threading on his pants. They were hand-me-downs from Sokka and they were much too long. Zuko started to tug on the cuff again.

“Hey! Quit being grumpy and pay attention!”

              Sokka went on through the motions of throwing the boomerang in more detail than necessary. Zuko’s interest was finally peaked when Sokka threw the weapon. It spun threw the air at a fantastic speed. The boomerang glared and flew back into Sokka’s waiting hand. Sokka threw it six more times and it always came back. It was like magic. Maybe weapons training wouldn’t be so bad.

              Zuko was awful at throwing a boomerang. No matter how hard he threw or how many times Sokka adjusted his position, Zuko could just not get the boomerang to come back. Finally fed up, he heaved himself backwards into the snow. A group of curious Koala-Penguins mobbed him.

Zuko growled. "Get outta here!" The Koala-Penguins waddled away, fleeing from the tiny ball of pure rage.

"It's not that bad. Let's try the spear. Maybe that’s more your thing. You know I didn’t get it on my first try either."

Zuko sat up. He twisted his mouth. "Ok. We try the spear.”

              Zuko was a little better with the spear than the boomerang. Sokka built a pile of snow for him to aim at. He could throw fine, but it kept pulling to the left. Zuko felt himself getting hot again. Sokka reassured him that he was doing well. Especially for someone who had just started. Sokka watched Zuko faithfully follow every one of his movements. He moved exactly as he did but still the spear pulled left. After many adjustments Sokka had realized he had been completely ignoring one very noticeable detail.

“Can you see out of that eye?” He pointed to Zuko’s scar.

“Not really.”

Sokka slammed his palm to his forehead. “Switch feet.”

              The spear propelled into the pile splitting it in half. It was a good start. Zuko felt a little better. He didn’t remember why he thought spending time with Sokka was going to be so boring. Next was the knife. Zuko held the wooden handle and it just felt right. The blade had been blunted but was perfect at practicing jabs in the snow. Zuko switched hands and Sokka had nearly lost his mind. Zuko, until then, never realized that most people couldn’t use both interchangeably. Zuko was discovering a little more about himself with every lesson.

              They took a small break and chewed idly on some seal jerky Sokka had smuggled under his summer parka. Zuko realized Sokka new a lot of words. There were many long words that hadn’t been spoken around him before. Zuko had never really noticed that he knew so much. Sokka at the moment was trying to describe something called Caribou-Deer migration patterns. He knew what a Caribou-Deer was but not a migration and Sokka was not doing the greatest job describing it. He focused on the words he did understand and strung together figments of comprehension.

“You talk a lot.” Zuko complimented.

Sokka frowned. “Oh. Sorry.”

Zuko panicked. He waved his hands. “No, no! You talk a lot. You know a lot of words! You are smart!” Zuko tried to explain.

Sokka perked up, “Thanks!” Sokka then put a hand on top Zuko’s head, “Are you not catching everything I’m saying?”

“Catching?” Zuko raised a brow.

Sokka pounced playfully, “Can you understand me!”

Zuko howled “Yes! Sometimes!”

              The horseplay ended in a wrestling match. Sokka had the advantage of long strong legs and easily wrangled Zuko onto his back. Three times Zuko tried to gain the upper hand but never did. And it was ok. There was next time. He finally admitted defeat and congratulated Sokka.

“Hey, Zuko?” Sokka said softly, “Thanks. For what you did. Uh, yesterday. I mean trying to help me and Katara. You have a warrior’s spirit.”

“I would do anything for Katara.” Zuko said seriously.

Sokka chuckled, “You two are really close.”

“We are friends forever.” He said proudly.

“Forever? Forever is a long time. What happens if you die?” Sokka joked.

Zuko did not miss a beat, “Then I will find your mommy and thank her for sending me here.”

Sokka’s chest lurched. He swallowed and pressed the feeling down. “You’re still happy to be here? Even after yesterday?”

“Yes.” Zuko turned to him, “This is where Katara is. I want to be with her always.”

Sokka couldn’t be upset at his undying resolve. It made Zuko sound Water Tribe. Sokka moved his hand through his hair, “You know, I think Katara is happier with you here. She used to cry a lot. And just when she stopped you moved in and did it for her.” Sokka tried to laugh, “Do you remember anything before the ship? I heard you talking to dad this morning.” His voice died when he saw Zuko’s reaction.

Zuko put his hand up to his face feeling the excessively smooth skin but not his hands touch. He lost most sensation when it completely healed. “No. It’s all muddy in my mind.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Maybe.” Zuko turned around and threw the spear again.

“Hey Zuko. I think we should be friends too.”

Zuko stopped, “Really?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Well, yeah. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. And you’re not the only one who wants to see Katara happy.”

Zuko smiled. “Ok!” He jumped for joy.

Sokka laughed heartily, “You look like a Crow Owl when you do that.”

“Caw! Caw!” Zuko flapped wildly.

“You’re a weird kid.” Sokka hooked his arm around Zuko’s shoulders. “We need a little weird around here.”

              Zuko couldn’t be more delighted. He hopped around as Sokka pulled out even more seal jerky to chew on. A black and white Polar dog came running to them. First to Sokka and his seal jerky until Sokka shooed him away. Then to Zuko who was eager to pet and kiss the happy animal. The more he talked to the Polar dog the more excited it got. It jumped licking him. The massive beast was twice his size. He screamed laughing when it knocked him over licking his face.

“That looks like Moak’s sled dog.” Sokka said. But Zuko didn’t hear.

“Unavuk! Down boy!” A familiar voice commanded.

              The dog ran back to its master or masters. Yoton and Noaluk were approaching. Zuko quickly stood back up. He snarled as they neared. It didn’t seem to do much as they continued over. They weren’t moving like yesterday. All their confidence had been replaced with shame. At least that’s what Zuko hoped.

“If you wanna have another fight, be warned Zuko is pretty good with a knife.” Sokka didn’t bother to stand.

“We came to…” Noaluk began.

“To apologize.” Yoton finished.

“Our dad made us.” Noaluk griped.

The Polar dog went back to Zuko for more pets. Zuko obliged but did not look away from the twins. “Do it then.”

Noaluk’s eyes widened. Yoton looked away. “Um, we’re sorry.”

“Gran-Gran say when we say sorry, we also say why.” Zuko scratched the dog’s ear. Sokka grinned.

Yoton was the only one to speak, “We shouldn’t have picked on you guys. It was wrong of us.”

Noaluk sneered, “Even if Zuko is Fire Nation.” He finished as his brother elbowed him in the rib.

Yoton stood straight, “Can you tell Katara sorry for us? We uh-”

“You are scared.” Zuko cracked a sinister smirk.

“We aren’t scared of her we just think it’s best to stay away from her. You know women. She’s probably still angry.” Noaluk kicked at some snow.

“Yeah sure.” Sokka chuckled. “Whatever you say.”

Yoton was the first to sit. He joined Zuko in petting the dog. “We actually saw you with the knife. You’re pretty good.”

At Sokka’s urging he thanked him. “Sokka say I have good fine motor skills.”

Yoton knew what that meant as much as Zuko did, “Good for you.”

“So how did you get that scar?” Noaluk crossed his arms.

Sokka gasped, “You can’t just ask a warrior how they got their scar! You have to wait for them to tell you. Everybody knows that!”

“He’s no warrior. He’s Fire Nation.” Noaluk spat.

Zuko looked at Noaluk. He had a bandage around the bump on his head. He searched his face but only saw contempt. “Why do you say that?! Sokka you say it too. What does it mean? Everybody say Fire Tongue, Fire Nation, Fire child. I don’t understand.”

“Well that’s where you’re from right?” Yoton asked as politely as he could. “You were on a ship and it sunk, and you swam here. That’s what I heard.”

“I don’t know!” Zuko’s voice broke.

“You are! I know you are! You look Fire Nation, you speak Fire Nation.” Noaluk pointed.

“Noaluk shut up! He said he doesn’t know.” Yoton growled.

“Fire Nation came and killed our cousin and our uncle. They killed Sokka’s mom too!” Noaluk tried to defend himself. “He doesn’t belong here.” Zuko recoiled.

Sokka jumped up. “You don’t get to talk about my mom!” He stood nose to chin to the Noaluk. But he remained strong with his chest puffed and nostrils flared, “And you don’t get to decide who belongs where. Only my dad decides that. And Zuko lives with us. So then that means he belongs doesn’t it?”

Yoton looked at the sky, “That is true. And if you don’t remember being from the Fire Nation then it doesn’t really make you Fire Nation. And if he remembers coming from the ocean…”

Noaluk looked at his twin brother, “Then he’s from the ocean? Like a fish?”

“No! You seal bums. It means he gets to choose. And Zuko chooses Water Tribe. Right Zuko?” Sokka whirled around to see  tears falling from his working eye.

“Sokka I think I want to go home.” Zuko exhaled.

Yoton put a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, don’t cry. We are sorry.” Unavuk licked at his tears.

“I want to see Katara please.” Zuko sniffed.

“Ok Zuko. We’ll head home.” Sokka helped him up. Zuko rubbed his eye. “We’ll tell Dad and Gran- Gran how good you did.”

             Zuko nodded meekly. All he wanted was his best friend’s arms around him and to hear her nice sweet voice. He wanted to look into her big blue eyes and tell her he was sorry. What if his eyes were blue? Maybe if his eyes were blue too than he wouldn’t feel so awful.

            Sokka walked Zuko back to the igloo. Sir was asleep with a wet handkerchief and Gran-Gran had laid out the fish to be deboned for dinner. Katara sat with her slate doodled with letter learning. She was tapping the chalk to the slate when they walked in. Zuko looked at her solemn face and mussed hair. Katara scratches her head when she gets fretful. Zuko saw her and just burst from the inside. Something had bubbled in his chest and he couldn’t contain it anymore. He saw her and she saw him. He ran to her and wept into her soft blue dress.

“Sokka what did you do?!” Katara scolded.

“I didn’t do anything!” Sokka put up his hands.

Zuko couldn’t hold back. He spilled his guts in a mixture of Fire’s Tongue and the Water Language.  Any word he spout seemed to be understood by her. She nodded and mm-hmmed until he was finished. He told her about the training and Sokka being nice, and then the conversation with the twins. How he was Fire Nation, how he was different. How he didn’t belong.

Katara nodded until he had finished, “Zuko I don’t want you to say anything like that every again.”

Zuko looked up at her, “What?”

“You know you belong here.” She shook her head with as much wisdom as Gran-Gran, “The instant I saw you I knew you were sent from La-”

“But why am I your enemy?!” Zuko gritted.

Katara swung him down into her lap and covered his mouth, “You never, never say that. You are my friend forever. If Mommy thought you were my enemy then she wouldn’t have sent you to me! Don’t you ever question that.”

Zuko swallowed. He saw her eyes and saw no lie. She uncovered his mouth, “Ok.” He hiccupped.

“Do you understand?” Katara emphasized.

Zuko choked, “Yes!”

“Ok you know that I love you right?”

Zuko let out a strangled sob, “I love you too.”

Katara gripped him tight after that. She didn’t know why, but she held onto him for dear life. It was like if she hadn’t held him in her embrace, he was going to float away from her whole world. “Don’t you forget.”

“I won’t.”

…

              Zuko laid in his fur bedding. It had been thinned for the weather but Zuko felt like he was burning alive. He felt the thick warm air in the atmosphere and hesitantly let it roam over his skin. The heat was starting to make him feel dizzy. Katara was next to him. Her exhales helped cool his skin some. He ignored the suffocating heat and forced himself into sleep.

              Uncle hadn’t come back yet. He hated when he left. Even if it was just for food. It felt lonely with no one else in the small quarters. Zuko opened an eye to stare at the black metal ceiling. It had become a new hobby for him. Day after day he stared at the ceiling and counted the tiny fissures. Sometimes there were thirty sometimes thirty-one. There wasn't much else he could do. Sometimes Uncle would try to teach him Pai sho or the crew would play music on the top deck. Any movement in his face caused unbearable flashes of pain. Even speaking pulled his twisted flesh. When he had his fill of staring, he closed his eyes to listen to the sounds of the ship. He homed in on the sound of the propeller to avoid the constant agony. The hum was something like a lullaby. He could feel his muscles started to relax and the dark new world fade.

              A jolt startled him. Metal screeched and groaned. The propeller boomed at the sudden halt. Zuko moved up to his elbows. He heard yelling. It sounded like Lieutenant Jee. Uncle burst in through the door. Water flooded in. He could see his breath white and opaque. When had it gotten so cold? His Uncle shouted something, but he didn’t quite hear it. He was stuck in his place held down by a growing panic.

“Zuko! Get up!” Uncle Iroh yelled.

“Uncle what’s happening?” Zuko didn’t know how the words left him.

        Uncle didn’t answer. He ran to him trudging through the raising water and cradled him as they made their escape. Lieutenant Jee was in the hall barking orders. He spotted them and told them to get to the skiff. Soldiers ran passed some half-dressed being woken by the shouting. The ship lurched. Zuko and Uncle fell into the wall. The screaming got louder. We’re going to sink! Abandon ship! Move now! Go! They reached a door at the end of the hall.

“We need to close the watertight door.”

“There are men down there, Lieutenant!”

“Sir! We need to close it now!”

                 Uncle put him down. The water was freezing. He had never touched anything like it. He felt the sting of the cold only after a moment. He heard the screaming again. Wait! Stop! Please!  Uncle pulled a lever and the door locked. The water had stopped rushing through the hall. Zuko was grateful as the frigid water had reached his knees. He jumped at the sound of banging. It was so loud. Uncle picked him back up.

“Uncle, wait! They have to get out!”

                 Zuko pled and thrashed but they continued up to the top deck. He had never seen the ocean so dark. Snow and ice beat at them like whips. Zuko struggled away from his uncle. He felt his wound rip in several places. He fell to the deck. Through his pain he heard a strange noise come from the ship. Then engine had gave way and exploded. The forced had flung him into the waiting embrace of the ocean. Zuko opened his eyes. His senses went numb. He couldn’t breathe. He was underwater. A man came into view. It was Lieutenant Jee. He sunk slowly passed him. Just an arm’s length away. Black water turned red. One body after the other sunk into nothingness.

“This is your fault.” A rumbling voice said.

Zuko swallowed water.

“All of this is your fault. You should be dead.”

Water filled his lungs.

“Die!”

A flash of fire blinded him.

              Zuko let out a silent scream. He sat up drenched in sweat. His veins surged with something scalding and powerful. Every nerve in his body shattered with shocks making him twitch. The sensation shot up his spine until he was writhing in the strange electricity. The spasms moved down his arms and to his fingers. He shut his eyes and tried to will his body to be still. Another shock moved through his arm. Then another. Zuko gripped the bedding. A cool hand placed a feather light touch on his forearm.

              Two flames sputtered from his fingertips singeing the furs. Zuko impulsively tried to pat the flame out. Zuko had burnt every finger in the process. He pulled his fists to his chest. The stench of the burnt fur filled his nose. He did not cry. He did not make a sound. If anyone saw him then he would be sent away. No one could know that fire had just come out of his hands. Know could know that he was…

“You’re a firebender.”

              Big brown ringlets misplaced and surrounded Katara like a halo. Her sleepy eyes looked into his soul waiting for his response. Zuko put out his hands. She took them and left small kisses over his burns. Nothing needed to be said as the gathered the burnt blanket quietly. They found Gran-Gran’s sheers and cut out the damaged bits. Katara gathered fresh water and ran it over his injuries. Zuko couldn’t understand why she wasn’t furious with him. She hadn’t stopped smiling in fact. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Sir asked.

Katara dropped the sheers causing a noisy clang. Zuko wanted to run. They both gaped as Sir started to get up. Katara put the blanket behind her back.

“Oh. Did you have an accident?” Sir walked over to them. “You need to change clothes.”

Zuko shuttered at Sir’s gentle tone. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, honey don’t be sorry. It happens.” Sir moved tiredly to the chest of folded clothing. “Here. You can change into this.” He held a dull grey sleeping outfit. Zuko reached for them regardless. “What happened to your hands?!”

The tears started to slip. “I’m sorry.”

“You are burnt. Hold on.”

          Sir came back with bandages. Zuko knew he must have looked wretched blubbering the way he was. Sir gingerly wrapped the blistering burns. Zuko withdrew.

“Are you going to send me away?”

“Don’t say that.” Katara said.

“But I’m Fire Nation. I firebend. I- I don’t under-” He choked as his thoughts started to race. Sparks flashed in his palm.

“What’s happening?” Sokka asked.

“Zuko you have to calm down.” Sir clutched his wrists.

“But everyone will hate me!” A red flame flashed and dissipated.

“Woah! You’re a firebender!” Sokka cried.

“I don’t want to be!”

Sir pressed his lips together. “Zuko, look at me you need to calm down.”

              Zuko was in hysterics. Noaluk was right. He didn’t belong. Another flash. This time too close to Sir’s face. A spark had caught in his beard. Kehana was right to hate him. He was dangerous. He couldn’t control himself. He screamed when a larger flame ignited. Light filled the igloo. Katara stepped back. What if he hurt Katara? Zuko wanted to puke. More sparks. The voice was right. Still Sir held on. Katara poured water over his hands.

“I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.” Zuko felt woozy.

              Hakoda yanked Zuko to him. Just like that night when Zuko could barely form a sentence. He trembled sobbing. Just like Katara had done all those nights. He could feel Zuko’s fear seep into him. Sir cooed and hushed him. An arrow shot through his heart.

“I shouldn’t be here. I should be dead.”

              Hakoda pulled him closer. What had been done to this child to make him say something so horrific. Where had he heard something so awful. Hakoda had made his decision. Zuko was to stay. He wasn’t going to allow any more harm to come to this child of the ocean. Katara wept silently joining the embrace. And then Sokka. His mother snored, not at all disturbed. He dragged the bundle of children to his bedding. Zuko tucked to his left and Katara nestled to his right with Sokka next to her. Hopefully, they all wouldn’t wake up with colds in the morning.

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A Father’s Love - Chapter Two

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Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Fluff, angst.

Word Count: 2.7k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None.

Hannam the Hill was not an area of Seoul that you frequented. In fact, you had never been there before in your life. Upon moving to the capital, you had heard that this area was the Beverly Hills of Seoul - the place the rich and famous lived. And judging by the cheque Namjoon had left you yesterday, it was safe to say that he was one of the rich.

You weren't entirely sure why you were nervous; or why you'd woken up in that state. You just knew that there were nothing but butterflies flirting around in your stomach that just couldn't keep still. You had drank so much tea that morning, despite the fact that you weren't a massive fan of tea, just in the hopes that it would settle your jitters. It didn't.

Hannam the Hill was nothing like you'd ever seen before, and nothing like you'd expected. When you'd heard that it was the living quarters for Korea's entertainers, you expected there to be a round-the-clock security man sat in a small booth checking people's ID's and making sure they were allowed to visit. To your surprise, there was no security guard, no booth, and certainly no fencing surrounding the small district to protect its inhabitants. You could have been anyone - you were anyone. Yet you found yourself wandering through the streets searching for Namjoon's building and feeling completely out of place. You wondered who could live in these apartments. Would you have known them? You weren't exactly hooked on the idea of living your life vicariously through the stories and tabloids of the celebrities you were, no doubt, surrounded by. But you weren't exactly cut off from society's favourites. You knew of people, not that you'd be able to put faces to names, or names to bits of work.

You finally found Namjoon's building - a place surrounded by perfectly neat hedges and flowerbeds that were hidden underneath a thick blanket of winter snow. As you entered the foyer, you noticed that the floors were so polished, you could see your perfect reflection in the material. What was it? Marble? You couldn't be sure. Though it looked like solid marble.

Once again, you were surprised at the lack of security at reception. In fact, there was a lack of anyone at reception. Clearly someone was on duty, because their coat was on the back of their chair and their notepad had been left open on the desk. But they weren't around. You looked at Namjoon's form that you'd brought with you, to see if he'd left an apartment number there. At least you wouldn't have to worry about waiting half an hour for the receptionist to come back off their toilet break and tell you that scum like you weren't welcome where money was. And luckily for you, he did. So, you followed the signs to his apartment, noting to yourself that his place of living seemed to be more like a five-star luxury hotel than an apartment building. It was so eerily quiet, too, you felt like you had to tiptoe down the corridors in order to not disturb anyone in the apartments you were passing.

82. Finally. The butterflies got stronger as you stood there staring at Namjoon's door. You weren't entirely sure why you were nervous. Perhaps it was because you'd never personally delivered someone's photos before, and were never there to see their reactions. Or maybe it was just down to your somewhat ambiverted nature. Maybe today you woke up feeling extremely introverted and not willing to socialise. You couldn't quite put your finger on it. But you could put your finger on the doorbell, something you did at least two minutes after arriving at the destination.

The door opened to reveal a young woman standing there. She had long, dark hair and eyes that reminded you of Namjoon's. A confused look was painted on her beautiful face as she stood there taking in your appearance, and waiting for you to say something. Anything. And when you didn't, she took over and began the conversation for you. "May I help you?" She asked. She was polite and kind, but was also incredibly assertive. And you couldn't help but admire her.

"Oh, um, yes! Sorry. My name is ___ _____, from Captured Moments in Hongdae." You said. Your words were coming out a lot quicker than you'd hoped. You stopped, took a deep breath and made yourself into the professional you always had been. "Is a Mr Kim Namjoon around?"

"What's this about?"

"He came into my studio last night to have some photos taken of his son and himself. I'm just here to deliver them."

"Oh. He didn't tell anyone he was doing that. Um. One second." She turned away from the door and made her voice even louder as she called out for Namjoon to come to the door. She then stepped back and invited you in, standing next to you on the hyeon gwan and shutting the front door behind you. You could hear the loudness of the talking from the living area, and then all of a sudden came Namjoon's heavy footsteps. He poked his head round the corner first, before exposing his entirety to you, a warmth flickering on his face as he grabbed hold of your hand, shook it, and bowed ninety degrees to you.

"Miss _____!" He exclaimed. "Thank you so much for coming!"

"No, not at all." You replied. You lifted the custom bag that you were holding in your hand. "I brought the prints for you to take a look at."

"Amazing, thank you! Why don't you come in?"

You hesitated to respond. "That's very kind of you, but I ought to get off."

"No, no. I insist. Please come in. It's too cold for me to send you on your way without at least one hot drink." He took the prints off you, and watched you as you removed your shoes and your coat. Namjoon seemed to be incredibly persuasive, and definitely seemed like the kind of person that you couldn't say no to. Especially when he was adamant about something, as he appeared to be about this. "This is my sister, by the way; Kim Geongmin. Geongmin, this is ___ _____, a wonderfully talented photographer who's just saved my ass."

"It's nice to meet you." Geongmin said, bowing to you. "I'm guessing this is to do with the family photos Mum's been pestering you about for the last year and a half."

"Pretty much yeah. Come in, come in."

You followed Namjoon and his sister into the apartment, and was immediately hit with a wall of noise. There seemed to be the entire Kim family here, extended family included. You assumed you were standing in the presence of aunties and uncles, cousins, siblings and, judging by the couple in the corner, grandparents. Sat on the sofa was a small woman, with short hair and glasses next to a man she was holding hands with – that you could only assume was her husband.

Namjoon's apartment was odd to say the least. The living space, you could tell, was supposed to be larger. But it had been cut in half by a fake wall, with two doors built into them. Further down the hall were four more doors, making this, you presumed, a six-bedroom apartment opposed to the four-bedrooms it was originally built as. This meant that the dining table had been squashed up against the breakfast counters, and the sofas that were surrounding the TV were packed tight against one another, to make sure that they could all be fit in.

Namjoon placed the bag on the table, and pulled out the cardboard box that protected the prints. He opened them and stared at the many photos in front of him. He placed his hand over his heart and looked at you appreciatively. "They're even more beautiful than I remember." He commented. He bowed again. "Thank you so much."

"Well, if you're going to get all sentimental about it," Geongmin began, "let's see them." Namjoon handed her two prints, one of Haneul alone, and the other of Namjoon and Haneul. Immediately, Geongmin began to replicate her brother's expression, and her eyes clouded over. "They're stunning." She added.

It was your turn to bow this time. "Thank you so much."

Namjoon picked up two of the many framed pictures that you'd included. He'd more than paid of it. He brought it over to the woman who was sitting on the couch, and handed them to her without offering an explanation. Her expression seemed much warmer than Namjoon's, and she cried a lot quicker than Geongmin did. You watched as the entire family gathered into the centre of the living space and the photos were passed around for the entire clan to see. Each person was incredibly happy with the work you'd produced, and once Namjoon had introduced you to the whole room, they had all commended you on your extraordinary work, and thanked you for what you'd done for the family. You were a little confused at the reaction to the photos, you couldn't deny that. But it obviously meant a lot to the family so you let your curiosities fall silent as you were dragged around the room by Namjoon so he could talk to his relatives about how you took pity on him and saved his ass.

During the course of the afternoon, he had shoved three hot chocolates into your hand and you were now being dragged into one of the bedrooms at the request of Haneul so he could show you what Santa Grandfather had brought him.

The bedroom was another aspect of this apartment that blew your mind. Save the small box of children's toys in the corner, and the open closet doors revealing the tiny clothes that clearly belonged to Haneul, the bedroom looked just like an adult's bedroom. There was a cupboard filled with different ornaments, figurines and adult's clothing and grooming products, a double bed with a cartoon character pillow on it and a desk in the corner. That was it. You couldn't help but wonder what on earth was going on. It wasn't any of your business, of course it wasn't, but you couldn't help but be curious.

When Namjoon found you, you were reading Haneul a story from his interactive storybook, watching as Haneul pressed the buttons to make the right sounds at the right time. He leant up against the open door, watching you with his son, before clearing his throat and addressing his son. "Shouldn't you be playing with your cousins, baby?" He asked. Haneul flashed his father the same cheeky grin you saw yesterday and buried his face in your body, like he was hiding from Namjoon. You all laughed. "Come on, monkey. Leave Miss _____ alone."

"Miss _____ actually has to leave now." You said.

"You heard her, cheeky." Namjoon walked over to the two of you on the floor and picked up Haneul. He raised his son over his head, so his tummy was level with Namjoon's mouth, and blew a raspberry on it to make Haneul laugh. Which it did. Namjoon then looked at you. "Please let me take you home."

"Oh, no, that's not necessary. But thank you, though."

"Please, it's the least I could do."

"No, really. You've done enough. Which reminds me," you rummaged through your bag and pulled out the cheque Namjoon gave you, "you overpaid me by a significant amount. I can't accept this."

"No, please do. And please let me take you home. It's too cold to be taking unreliable public transport."

You eventually relented and once you said goodbye to the Kim's, you and Namjoon left for the car that was already waiting outside the front of the apartment block. "I don't actually drive." he confessed as you both get into the backseat. "But this is Yongsik, my chauffer."

Yongsik waved at you from the front seat.

"Why don't you drive?" You asked.

"I never had the need to. Yongsik was provided from the company I work for to make sure I never had to." He joked. There was a bit of a silence before Namjoon continued. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"For the photos. They're beautiful."

"Of course. I'm happy to help."

"You have no idea just how much you have helped."

"After today, I have a slight grasp."

Namjoon laughed. "After Haneul's mum..." he paused. "You know... he became, well, the only thing I can describe him as was depressed. Which sounds ridiculous because he was only 15-months-old, but he was. He wasn't eating properly, or sleeping properly. He wouldn't stop crying. I thought I was a really shit father. You have no idea how hard it is to watch your son's heart break and not be able to do anything about it. We never thought he'd be happy again, you know? But as time went on, he started to get happier and used to life without her and the photos you took were the first photos taken of him since where he was smiling. That's why everyone is so appreciative of what you've done, is because you've given us a beautiful picture of a gorgeous smile that we never thought we'd see again."

You couldn't say anything. You wanted to, but there was nothing that would come out that didn't seem inappropriate. Instead, you grabbed Namjoon's large hand in between your fingers and gently rubbed the top. You looked at his face, at the pain etched in his eyes. He was clearly still caught up on Haneul's mother. He clearly still loved her. You couldn't imagine, and didn't want to even fathom what he and his family had been through. All you could do was offer the support you'd unknowingly given.

You'd arrived at your flat and Namjoon walked you to your door, thanking you for everything once again before bidding you goodbye and to take care.

Your apartment was, in comparison to Namjoon's, tiny and quiet. Your bed, kitchen and living space was in the same room, and there was no one there to greet you. Time stood still as soon as you shut the door and locked the world away again, processing everything that had happened that day. You only went to Namjoon's to drop off prints. Not to drink hot beverages with his family and read to his son. You kicked off your shoes and threw your coat in the cupboard before flopping down on your bed and switching the television on. You planned to numb your mind tonight and fall asleep still wearing your clothes. You really couldn't be bothered to function as a proper human.

When you opened the studio the week after New Year's, everything had returned to normal. You had many clients come in and demand this, that and the other, and test your last nerve. When you heard the bell of your shop ring, you assumed it was another customer. Never did you think you'd see Namjoon again.

He stood there, as he did last week, covered in snow and looking adorably pitiful. This time, instead of holding his son, he held two hot take out cups. His large, brown eyes looking at you as warmly as they always had and his arm outstretched and offering you one of the cups. "I just thought I'd stop by and give you this." He told you.

"Thank you. But you really didn't need to do that."

"I know. But I wanted to. I actually wanted to ask you something."

"Oh? That sounds ominous."

Namjoon laughed. "I was just wondering if you'd come out for dinner with me. I'll pay. I just wanted to thank you properly for everything."

"Namjoon, you've thanked me enough. Honestly. I appreciate the thought but I really don't want to put you out or anything like that."

"I know, but I still want to. Is tomorrow okay? I'll come and pick you up. How does barbecue sound?"

You sighed and smiled at him. "Barbecue sounds amazing, thank you."

"Excellent. I'll pick you up at six?" You nodded. "Great. See you at six tomorrow evening."

And with that, he left, flashing you one of his gorgeous smiles before leaving you alone in the studio, grinning like the Cheshire cat. The butterflies at returned, but this time you didn't feel nervous at all.

[dlwritings]

It Wasn’t Supposed to Snow | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 2,044 warnings - A/N - I really wanted to have a good Christmas, I really did. Instead, I spent about 5 hours with family I don’t fit in with, thinking about the fact that I got a letter from my school yesterday kicking me out of the program I’m in because I have a GPA 0.02 under the requirement, and that I told myself that if it snowed today I would tell the guy I liked that I liked him. It snowed. I didn’t tell him. This is how it would’ve happened in my dreams if I did. In other words, my day has been absolute shit and I’d love to sleep and not wake up for a while.

summary - You would never say that your life was cliche, but when London gets a statistically improbable white Christmas, you feel like you’re living out a Hallmark movie.

The following four statements were true:

It hadn’t snowed in London all month.

There was a zero percent chance of a white Christmas.

Tom Holland, your childhood best friend, would be spending Christmas in Kingston.

You were absolutely, irrevocably in love with him.

So while laying in bed, two days before Christmas, you made a promise to yourself. If it snowed on Christmas day, you would call Tom and tell him you loved him. You felt very comfortable in your chances. All the meteorologists had been saying for weeks that it would be a green Christmas. Even if it did snow -which it wouldn’t- the most you could do would be call Tom as you weren’t going to travel 45 minutes just for him to laugh in your face.

You would’ve been content never telling him, but after watching Love Actually and crying when Mark told Juliet he loved her (despite the fact that you’d seen the movie a million times before), you kind of figured that deep in your subconscious, you needed to confess. Your friends had been telling you to do so for ages. That, even if he didn’t like you back, you’d at least be able to get it off your chest and move on. It had taken you over two years of being madly in love with him to realize that they were right. Someday you’d need to tell him, otherwise the feelings would eat you alive.

On Christmas Eve, you woke up to a light dusting of snow on the ground. You sat up in bed, blinked harshly, and looked out the window to see the snow coating the grass in your yard. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you mumbled to yourself. Immediately, your brain started coming up with conditions. The snow on Christmas morning couldn’t just be on the ground. You’d have to actually physically see it snowing. And it couldn’t be the gross snow that looked more like rain. It’d have to be the fluffy, white, pure snow -the kind that only happened in the really cliche moments during a Hallmark film. Because that was what your life had come to: a wannabe Hallmark film.

On Christmas Day, you woke up to the same light dusting of snow. You smiled to yourself. No snow falling from the sky? No love confession. A Christmas success.

You went over to your grandparents’ house that day with the rest of your family. You didn’t exactly love your family, so you were only really half aware of everything happening around you. It wasn’t until one of your particularly loud aunts shouted, “Look at the snow!” that you sat up and started paying attention.

Snow. Beautiful, white, picture-perfect snow. Your mouth was ajar in shock. You hardly even realized that you had stepped outside until the flakes started landing on your eyelashes. You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “(Y/N), what are you doing?” you heard your mom call. You turned around to see her standing in the doorway with her arms crossed at her chest. “Come inside! It’s time for presents.”

“Sorry,” you called back. You jogged up to the front door and shook the snow off the top of your head. As you took your shoes off, your mind continued to wander. You didn’t really have to tell him. It’s not like you made a deal with a real person who would hold you accountable. All you did was say it to yourself one night late in your room. There was no need to follow through on this promise.

And yet, you knew you had to.

The whole ride back to your apartment was stressful. Your mind was overflowing with stressful thoughts. What the fuck were you supposed to say? Hey Tom! Merry Christmas! How’s your day been? Your family good? Have I told you before that I’m in love with you? Nope. Not gonna happen. Not the way to do it.

You were getting a headache.

On the upside, it was Christmas. The chance of Tom actually answering his phone was slim. He would be far too busy with family. He probably didn’t even have his phone on him. Tom prioritized family over everything. That made it better. All you’d have to do would be leave a message. The message could be stupid and it’d be fine. You wouldn’t have to face hearing what he had to say back because he’d probably just never speak to you again. Yes. This was good.

Before you could give yourself a chance to reconsider, you reached in your pocket and pulled out your phone. You clicked Tom’s contact name and pressed the phone to your cheek. You could feel your hands shaking and you kept taking heavy breaths to stabilize yourself. Your palms were clammy and your head was pounding. You decided to pace the room because you were too antsy to sit in one place.

“Hey, this is Tom! Sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I’ll ring you back when I can!”

You took a deep breath, waited for the beep, and left your voicemail.

“Hey, Tom. Uh, Merry Christmas! I know it’s weird that I’m calling today and, well I kind of figured you wouldn’t pick up so that’s fine. I really just wanted to leave a message anyway. You don’t have to worry about calling me back or anything. I just want to say what I’ve got to say and then… well I haven’t really figured out what’ll happen after that. God, okay I should probably hurry up because I don’t know if the machine’s gonna cut me off. I don’t usually leave people messages so I don’t know… sorry okay, ahh okay. Did you know it hasn’t snowed in London all month? The people on the news have been saying for weeks that we were going to have a green Christmas. Like, they were 100% certain of it. And then, well I woke up this morning and there was snow on the ground and, and when I visited my grandparents it started actually snowing. Like, it was soft, white snowflakes just coming down. And, okay so basically, ah fuck okay. What happened was I was so certain it wouldn’t snow that I told myself that if it did, I would call you and tell you I love you. So, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. Something out of a stupid Hallmark Christmas film, I guess. I didn’t actually think stuff like this happened in real life, but here we are. So. Yeah. I guess that’s all. You don’t, please don’t call me back. We don’t have to talk about this. I hope you don’t hate me or anything because I still really want to be your friend. You’re my best friend. If this is going to make things weird then we’re just going to pretend I didn’t send this and we’re gonna move on. Okay. Yeah. Merry Christmas, I guess. Okay. Yep. Bye.”

You hung up your phone and threw it on your bed before covering your mouth with your hands. Reality hit you and you shouted, “What the fuck did I just do?”

You quickly grabbed your phone again and shut it off. As long as you pretended this didn’t happen, it didn’t happen. You’d keep your phone off for the rest of the night, cuddle under a blanket with hot chocolate and Christmas films, and pretend like you didn’t just make the worst mistake of your life.

You started with Arthur Christmas. It was one of your favorite Christmas films. Cute, simple, sweet, wholesome, funny. Everything you needed to keep your mind from imploding. Once it was over, you hopped up from the couch, went over to your DVDs, and put The Santa Clause in the player. You hadn’t even sat back down when the doorbell rang. You furrowed your eyebrows. Surely it wasn’t Christmas carolers. It was always Christmas carolers on TV, but you had never actually gotten any before. The doorbell rang again so you called, “Coming!” and jogged over to the door. You knew you looked silly (you were wearing a snowman print onesie and your hair was up in a bun) but whoever it was was just going to have to deal with it.

You did not expect “whoever it was” to be Tom.

Your jaw dropped a bit when you saw it was him, but you tried to quickly recover. “Hey,” you said slowly. You folded your arms across your chest and stepped back slightly. “Uh, what’re you doing here? Thought you were with family in Kingston?”

“I am,” he said. “Er, well, I was.” He scratched the back of his head. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you said quickly, stepping aside to let him in. He smiled and did so, taking off his jacket and shoes before heading into the kitchen. “Do you want any hot chocolate or tea or anything?”

“I’m okay,” he said. You could feel your breath catching in your lungs.

He knew. He heard the messages. He knew. So why was he here?

“I, I got your message,” Tom said softly. You closed your eyes and hung your head. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, but Tom was still standing in the doorway to the room.

“I’m, yeah, I’m sorry?” you said. You didn’t know what else to say. Fuck. This is exactly what you had wanted to avoid.

“Don’t, why’re you sorry?” he asked.

“Tom, look, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you said. “And I shouldn’t have said it over the phone, let alone a voicemail message. This is weird. I put us both in a weird place and now you’re here which I didn’t expect you to come and be here, like, I kind of assumed you’d send me to voicemail and then maybe listen to it and then pretend-”

Tom cut you off with a kiss.

He had taken a few steps closer to you whilst you were rambling and you hadn’t even noticed, too wrapped up in your own worrying thoughts. But when he kissed you, he had taken one massive step towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. The kiss was soft and hesitant. When you didn’t kiss him back, he pulled away from you. He kept his forehead pressed to yours. You looked each other in the eyes for a moment, both of you breathing very heavily. You were the one who grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss. You kept your hands around his neck while he laid his on your hips. He stood so that his legs were on either side of yours and his hands squeezed your hips tightly, holding you impossibly close to him.

When you both pulled away again, you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh. “What just happened?” you whispered. You closed your eyes and hung your head, only looking back up at him when he put his finger under your chin and made you.

“I love you, too,” he said. He laughed, “Fuck, I love you. I always have loved you. When I listened to your voicemail, I left my family right away.”

“Really?” you laughed.

“Straight away,” he laughed back. “Everyone was so confused but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just kept saying I gotta go. I gotta go. So I left.” He paused and furrowed his eyebrows for a minute. “Should probably ring them and tell them I’m okay.” You laughed and leaned your forehead against his again.

“Can’t believe you really love me,” you said quietly. “I guess, I guess I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

“I probably should’ve said something too,” he laughed. “I’m just as at fault as you are. But.” He paused and smiled. “None of that really matters now, does it?”

“Nope,” you said simply. “Doesn’t matter at all. I am sorry I ruined your family Christmas, though.”

“Ah, don’t be,” he said with a grin. “I’ll tell them later. They won’t mind. Probably be thrilled actually. And anyway, fuck ‘em. This is the best bloody Christmas present ever. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Falling (Part 2)

Summary: The reader and Jensen have their first couple’s vacation together but it ends up in another not so fun first for them...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst, brief nudity

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s  Seasons of Love - Heart of Winter Challenge where my prompt was Blizzard...

A/N #2: Catch up on part 1 “Falling” here!

“Hi, Y/N,” teased Jensen, sticking his head out of the bathroom door with a big smile. “Now...I know I brought a towel in here but I seemed to have misplaced it. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that now would you, sweetie?”

“Huh. Must have been one of them towel thieves you hear about,” you said from bed, curled up with a blanket and a book. “Rascals aren’t they?”

“Oh, she’s a rascal alright,” he said. You nodded to the side of the room, his towels sat near the heater, a soft smile forming on his face. “Here I just thought you wanted me naked.”

“I can heat up your towels and see that tush,” you said, putting your book down with a grin, waiting a beat to pop up and get them for him. “But we don’t want you dripping water all over this nice bedroom.”

“You cave so easy, Y/L/N,” he said, kissing your cheek when you handed them over. “I’d say our first couples vacation is going well.”

“Pretty good three months,” you said, Jensen wiping himself off, giving you a sneak of his bottom before he came out with open arms. “You’ve always been huggable though.”

“Uh huh,” he said, his hands going to the hem of your way too big sweatshirt, trying to tug it off.

“That’s mine!” you said, trying to wrap your arms around yourself.

“I’m pretty sure you wore it home one night and I was told it had a new owner,” he said, pouting his lips. 

“Your super warm pajamas are in the dryer,” you said, his eyes ligthing up. 

“You are far too smart to be hanging out with me,” he said, leaving the room, sighing dramatically down the hall, coming back a minute later in sweats with a huge smile. “Mmm toasty.”

“I remember playing in the snow all the time as a kid,” you said, bopping him on the nose. “I think you might be milking this ‘I’m cold’ thing just a little Ackles.”

“I handle heat well. You on the other hand turn into a puddle I’ve heard,” he said with a big laugh, pulling you over to the bed. “I can’t wait to take you down to Texas in the middle of summer and have this conversation all over again.”

“If I’m not working that is,” you said with a shrug. He raised an eyebrow, sitting down and tugging you into his lap. “You know that I’m getting killed off the end of the season.”

“You don’t know that. There’d be a whole lot of upset people, including me,” he said.

“I just got this weird feeling that’s how it’s going to end up. If I do, I’ll have to start looking for another job and that’ll sort of put a damper on a trip to-”

“Y/N, I’m not trying to sound inconsiderate but you worry way too much. Just enjoy the ride while you’re on it,” he said. “If whatever happens, alright then it happens. It doesn’t mean you can’t spend a week or two with your boyfriend.”

“I know,” you said. “I just get caught up sometimes with all the what ifs.”

“No worrying here. This is a worry free zone,” he said, his hand running up and down your back. He paused for a moment to give your body a gentle squeeze, nuzzling his cheek against yours until you laughed. “There she is. Now...since I’m feeling much better with you right here, the only logical conclusion is to cuddle for warmth the reminder of this evening.”

“Mmm, sounds good to me Ackles.”

Jensen was fast asleep when you woke up early the next morning. He knew you weren’t a morning person so getting up before him to make breakfast would be a nice treat you hoped. 

“Bacon, bacon,” you said, bouncing on your feet in front of the fridge. “Where is the bacon...”

You knew he’d bought some, guessing it’d ended up in the freezer on the back porch. You didn’t bother with you coat, expecting a quick dash out and in. It was supposed to snow overnight so you weren’t in shock at the sight of it on the porch.

Nearly three feet in just one night was more than a bit surprising though. Heavy, fat flakes were still coming down, the wind stirring it up but you were determined to make him breakfast in bed. You grabbed your coat and zipped it up tight, throwing on a pair of sweats that were way too big on you and shoving your feet in your boots. Thankfully the front of the house had sheltered the front door from being blocked and you were able to get on that porch with ease. You grabbed the shovel nearby and chipped away at the snow in the yard just enough so you could try to walk, freezing by the time you were halfway there. 

You grabbed the bacon and shoved it under your arm, jogging back to the front as fast as you could, shivering while you stomped off as much snow as you could. Swinging the door open, you spotted a sleepy Jensen looking a whole lot like a confused Dean Winchester staring at you.

“Enjoy the blizzard Y/N?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Bacon run,” you said, shedding your layers and tossing them in front of the heater to dry out. “It’s just a little snow.”

“No it’s actually a blizzard, honey,” he said, sliding his phone to you. “Probably not the best idea to go walking outside in whiteout conditions, okay? Even for bacon.”

“It’s just a little snow Jay. There’s nothing to worry about,” you said, pecking a kiss on his cheek, setting the back down so you could tear open the package.

“Okay...but don’t go outside in a blizzard,” he said, an edge to his voice.

“I won’t...you alright? You sound...” you said, Jensen shrugging.

“I’m fine. It’ll pass through by end of tomorrow. We’ll just have to stay inside until then,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, keeping an eye on him as he took a seat at the table. “You want pancakes or waffles?”

“Pancakes are good with me.”

It took you nearly the whole day to figure out what it was that bothering him. At first you thought it was because you went outside and his brain probably went to the worst possible scenario. But you remembered the first time you went to Austin and the storm you had that night, the one with the tornado watches and had you a nervous wreck on the inside.

“Jensen,” you said, curled up on the couch together. “Are you afraid of the blizzard?”

“No,” he said, a little sharp but it wasn’t obvious if he was lying or not. “What gave you that idea?”

“Nothing just...you seem nervous today,” you said, kissing the top of his head. “I wanted to help was all.”

“Your comment yesterday...say you did get written off the show and you had to get another job, like in LA...would you break up with me?” he asked.

“Where on earth would you get an idea like that?” you asked, sitting him upright. He sighed, holding up his hands.

“This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d get defensive and-”

“No, that was not me being defensive. This right now is me being defensive,” you said, giving him a hard look. “I didn’t say anything yesterday about ending our relationship at all. I was worried that maybe in a couple months, I’ll have to start looking for a new job but I obviously know where your head was at during that conversation.”

“Relax,” he said, scrunching up his fast. 

“I am relaxed,” you said, a scoff out of him before you could say another word. “Maybe we need a little space from each other, being couped up all day isn’t a good thing obviously.”

“So you what, want to go hide in the bedroom instead of having this discussion like adults?” he asked.

“I want to get some space before I accidentally say something that will send you into a tailspin again,” you said, getting up and heading into the bedroom. You closed the door behind you, no knock or voice coming through asking you to open up. You took a hot shower after a while, putting on pajamas and climbing into bed with your book. Another hour or so went by before the door slowly creaked open, a mug appearing.

“Can I come in?” he asked. You didn’t respond but the door opened further, his body stepping inside, his bottom lip looking freshly gnawed on. “Can we finish our conversation from earlier?”

“I’m done talking,” you said, his head nodding as he stood at the end of the bed.

“I know you worry about us and you don’t want to be treated special because of it and it’s why we keep this so quiet but it honestly felt like, to me, you were more worried about a job that you may or may not need, than having a relationship. I’m not saying that I need to be coddled or the center of attention or I need you to make me feel like I’m your number one priority or anything like that at all. I don’t want that. In that moment though, it felt like in this potential future, I might not make the cut and...it hurt a little to think that. I want to do things with you, Y/N. I feel like we’re hitting our groove and we’re both getting less scared of letting each other in all the way and that’s scary but it’s exciting too. I wanted to let you cool off because I know I didn’t phrase it right out there and all you did was ask me a question to make me feel better and it turned into a thing but I would like to remain a part of your life, no matter where you end up,” he said.

“Well now I feel like an ass,” you said, pulling on a thread of your sock. “I...Jensen I didn’t mean to make you feel like that at all when I said it yesterday. I was nervous that you’d plan some surprise, like this weekend, and I’d have to ask you to cancel because I had an audition or a gig or something. You though...you’re definitely in that future picture. Speaking of that, being more open thing...don’t wait if you feel like that again, Jay. Tell me right then and there. Like it’s okay to say you were worried about me being outside this morning too.”

“Sorry. You make me really nervous sometimes, in a good way. I don’t want to screw us up,” he said.

“I thought we agreed to be honest,” you said, patting the other side of the bed. 

“I really hope I don’t fuck us up,” he said with a nervous laugh.

“I changed my mind. Get in this bed so I can coddle you,” you said. 

“I’m a grown man,” he said, sitting down, rolling onto his side to look up at you with a smile. “I suppose I got one of those overactive heads too.”

“Come here,” you said, pulling him back into your lap and chest like he’d been a few hours earlier, your hand running through his hair.

“Feels nice,” he said, turning into your touch. “Forget what I said before, you can coddle me all your little heart desires.”

“You okay now? For real this time?” you asked, trusting it when he hummed against you. “Good.”

“I love you,” he said quietly, your body tensing up but quickly melting back against him.

“I love you,” you said, leaning over to kiss him properly, Jensen chuckling a little when you pulled back. “Were you worried I wouldn’t say it back?”

“Nah. You’re the one that’s head over heels, not me,” he said, a light pink flush on his cheeks. 

“Oh yeah, Mr. Cool Guy over here,” you teased. 

“Shudyup ya dork,” he said, reaching his arms behind him, tugging you down on the bed. “We survived our first real fight that wasn’t about dinner.”

“We can handle anything now, can’t we?” you said, Jensen’s smile the last thing you saw before the room went black.

“Power’s out,” he said. 

“We’ll drag the blankets out to the living room, sleep in front of the fireplace,” you said. “Nice and cozy.”

“What are we waiting for then?”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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Chapter Seventeen: Mission #1- Finding Toothless Partner Part 1.

      Today, when we woke up, we found out that our classes were canceled for the rest of the week. I was about to ask why when I looked at my phone. It is from William, “Our first mission begins today. Our classes are canceled for the rest of week.” I looked up and Toothless was staring back at me. 

Jazzy: Did you do this?

Toothless: -nods-

Jazzy: -laughs-

Sky: Toothless, you seem like you really want to find your partner right away. For you to cancel our classes. :)

Toothless: -jumps off the bed, went to the litter box, and then tapped his bowl- Hungry. 

     Sky went to the bathroom, and I fed Toothless. Toothless ate his breakfast without any complains this morning. When Sky came out the bathroom and I went to the bathroom. My period was pretty heavy. I took a shower and cleaned up my clothes. After I freshen up I went to the bed to check the sheets. Thank the Goddess I didn’t leaked all over the sheets. If I did leaked all over the sheets I will be washing sheets all day. And we will not be sleeping in the bed, but on the sofa bed. 

Sky: What are you looking for?

Jazzy: I’m checking if I leaked. I’m good. :)

Sky: Ah. How do you feel today?

Jazzy: Better than yesterday. But I know that if I leave this room. I’ll know you’ll keep the temperature a few degrees cooler for me, and I’ll be taking my green tea with me. So, I’ll be fine. :)

Sky: If you can’t handle it. Don’t force yourself. 

Jazzy: Mhm. 

    I packed Toothless things for this mission, while Sky packed our stuff for the mission. 20 minutes later we went to the Common Room. We had our breakfast and then we had a quick meeting. Of course we never go out into a mission without knowing the basic facts first. 

Toothless: -standing in front of the door- Meow?

Jazzy: We are not leaving until we know the basic of this mission. Because we never go into a mission blind. Safety is always going be number 1 when it comes to this team. 

Toothless: -walking away from the door- Meow?

Jazzy: Sky and I will not put our team in any danger. Plus we don’t even know what your partner looks like. He/she can be any kind of animal. We need more information. You haven’t given us any. Also, we need to know what rank this mission is. 

Toothless: -sitting down- Well, she’s white cat. Her name is Snow. This mission is rank D+ because she’s a little shy and doesn’t trust people that she doesn’t know. She blends into the snow very well, and she blends into the day light. You spook her she will become invisible. She’s my age. She was an alley cat, but she has been captured by Special Animal Hunters. We are heading to Hunters Island. This mission last for 4 days. We will return to this place on Monday, 12/14/2020. If we are successful. I’ve never went to Hunters Island before so I don’t know the place. Also, Special Pet can’t lie. If we do then we get in trouble. That is all the information that I have. Oh, and only a female partner of my owner can find Snow. I won’t be able to track her once we get to Hunters Island. Only Jazzy can track her. Once we get to the Hunters Island you have to mask my scent. Because if the Special Animal Hunters catches my scent they will catch me. 

Sky: Okay. Will, do you have any information on Special Animal Hunters and Hunters Island?

William: The Special Animal Hunters are a mixed group of creatures. There are humans in this group. They hunt Special Pet for their coats, powers, and food. These Special Animal Hunters are dangerous group. They are very powerful and they would take other owners Special Pet if they catch their scent. The best way to find your Special Pet’s partner is to leave them at home. 

Toothless: No. I can’t be left behind. I have to go to Hunters Island. 

Rich: Why? 

Toothless: Meow. 

William: Toothless doesn’t have to give you any reason why he has to go to Hunters Island. Also, Toothless doesn’t have to answer anyone. Special Pet are suborn animals. If the question isn’t important to the mission at hand they will clamp up and not say anything. No matter how hard you try to get Toothless to talk, he’s not going to answer. 

Jazzy: Well, I think Toothless has his reason why he needs to be on Hunters Island. Tell us more about Hunters Island. 

William: Hunters Island is a black market place. Where you can trade anything in the black market for a good price. But all the items are dark magic. Hunters Island is a weeks walk from here. 

Phil: How are we suppose to get there? 

Toothless: Oh my bad. I forgot to tell you. I’ll be your transportation. So there’s no need for you all to walk. 

Rich: Can you please tell us everything before we start asking questions?

Toothless: Meow. 

Sky: Are Special Pet jokers?

William: They can be. 

Sky: -laughing- 

Jazzy: Okay. We have a way to get to Hunters Island. We have the basic information on who we are suppose to find. Special Animal Hunters are dangerous group of hunters. So we need to sneak onto the island without them knowing. We need to come up with a plan. If we bring all 30 people to the Hunters Island, the hunters will know about it. So we should bring a smaller group. Since, I will be able to sense Snow when I’m on the island. I’ll go. How is the weather on the island?

William: The island is in the middle of an ocean. So it’s cold during the day and at night it’s colder. 

Jazzy: Okay. Are the Special Animal Hunters have any super powers? Or can we fight them manually?

William: If we don’t get caught then we don’t have to fight them. But if we do get caught then we need man power and elements combine. 

Jazzy: Okay. We’ll just take the R.M.C. members. The Healers get to stay here. 

Sky: What if we need healing?

Jazzy: We’ll bring the first aid kit to the island. But it doesn’t mean that the Healers gets to be free though. They are our back up. If we are hurt badly we can call them to come help us. 

Rich: Don’t make sense. 

Jazzy: The Healers will not be on the island unless they are called for. 

Rich: How are the Healers suppose to get the island?

William: Every where there are portals. The Healers needs to find a portal that connects to the island. 

Toothless: All portals are closed on the island. If the Healers are our back up, then they have to come with us. I can’t transport half the team and then come back and transport the second half of the team. My powers don’t work like that. Either the Healers come with us, or we go without back up. It’s your choice. 

Sam: Well, I’m an animal teleporter. So I can teleport Snow to us once we find her. 

Rich: Okay, we need a map. We need to see how big the island is. 

William: Hunters Island is the size of Canada. There’s no actual map of the island. Everyone says its the size of Canada. 

Rich: -shocked- How the hell are we suppose to find Snow?!

Mike: Chill. Jazzy, will find her before anything goes wrong. 

Rich: I have a bad feeling about this. 

Sophia: Same here. I don’t think this mission is D+ rank. It sounds more like an A+ rank mission. One we are not ready for. 

Mike: Why don’t you two have faith in our Co-Captain?

Rich: Because she doesn’t know what she is doing. 

Sophia: Also, I’m afraid that she is going get all of us killed. 

Phil: We haven’t even started yet. Have some faith. 

Rich: Sky, you haven’t said a word. 

Sky: I have faith in my Co-Captain. She’s asking the right questions. Also, she’s writing everything down. She’s forming a plan. I agree we shouldn’t take all 30 people. Only 16 of us go. Healers should be our back up. Plus, we have walkie-talkies. We can use them on this mission. Bringing a first aid kit that already has pre-made potions, and regular human stuff like band-aids, alcohol spray, and etc. Healers can teleport from one place to another. So, Toothless doesn’t have to teleport any of the Healers. So, far the planning is going great. Co-Captains don’t always ask all the questions. This isn’t a solo mission. It is a group mission. We all have to ask questions. Jazzy, can only do so much of the planning. 

Rich: Toothless, won’t answer my questions directly. 

William: Toothless, will only answer the questions that is important to the mission. He also has to right to tell us when something doesn’t going work. Before we even try it. 

Rich: Well, Toothless should tell us all about this mission. Since he knows a lot about it. 

Toothless: Can’t do that. 

Rich: Why not?

Toothless: Because I’ve never been to Hunters Island. I only know that my partner is there because I’ve been having the same weird dream every night. The more I think about this weird dream the more fuzzy it gets. So, I’m sorry for not giving out more information. 

Sophia: -sneer- Great. The R.M.C. is going after something that might not even been real. Because this cat had the same weird dream for a few nights. So, basically, the cat is sending 16 members into a possible death trap. 

Charlie: Soph. Stop being a bitch. We are at the discussing stage.

Sophia: -angry- But she doesn’t know what she’s doing!

Sky: -demanding voice- That’s what training is for. 

      Everyone was quiet. Even Toothless froze. Is true that I’m not very good at what I’m doing. Because ever since I was born, I thought I was a normal werewolf that would get a normal job. I didn’t know that I would be chosen for this kind of job. Sometimes, when I’m thinking and planning I don’t ask the right important questions. Because I think asking too many important questions will annoyed people, and it will ruin the planning. The golden rule is that there’s no perfect plan. There’s always a flaw in the plan, and as I’m drawing up the blueprint, I like to ask as few questions as possible. Because as we discuss further, we can make changes to the plan if we come across a problem. By Sophia’s tone of voice I knew that she had a problem with me from the beginning. Because she wants to be Co-Captain and be Sky’s soul mate. But the Goddess didn’t give her that path. The Goddess gave that path to me. So Sophia is jealous of me and keeps questioning Goddess why she was given the Healer’s path, and not the royal path. Sophia thinks the Goddess was being unfair to her. Sophia, doesn’t like Rich very much and ever since they became soul mates. How do I know these things without talking to anyone? Well, I can read peoples face expressions and body languages. Just like everyone else who can read my face expression and body language. But I’m a little bit better at it then everyone else. I can sense when something is going to happen before it happens. 

    This entire meeting I read everyone’s body language and face expressions. Most of them are good. Rich isn’t that bad he just want our plan to go smoothly, and not get killed in the process. Rich speaks his mind when he needs to. Which is good. But Sophia is completely different. The first time I met her, her face expressions and body language was telling me that I’m not up for this job, and that the Goddess choose the wrong person. Also, if I were to get anyone killed she was going to make my life a living hell. 

Jazzy: It’s fine. Everyone is just discussing. Let’s take a break. -getting up and left the Common Room- 

      I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I took out my phone and did some research. It turns out Hunters Island was right next to Mythical Kingdom. It turns out that Hunters Island moves. I let out a loud scream. Which sends everyone comes running to the bathroom. Sky broke down the bathroom door. 

Sky: Are you okay?

Jazzy: Sorry. I didn’t mean to scream. But look at the map. -showing them my phone- 

William: The hell?

Jazzy: Hunters Island is a moving island. I think I understand why there’s been rogue sightings on our boarders. Special Animal Hunters are on the move. I think they are searching for Toothless, or another Special Pet that they need. 

Phil: The island never moves. How is this possible?

Jazzy: -pressing the home button- Hey Siri. 

Siri: Yes. 

Jazzy: I need more information on Hunters Island. 

Siri: Hunters Island is an home for Special Animal Hunters. It’s ruler is King Eric of the Special Animal Hunters. King Eric is a powerful sorcerer who’s been ruling Hunters Island for 100 years. Hunters Island usually don’t move but since King Eric is now the ruler of Hunters Island he made the island move on its own. When King Eric finds a Special Pet that he wants he would move the island to the location that the Special Pet is at. The quickest way to get on to Hunters Island is when the island stops moving. But be careful because the island is heavily guarded. There is a lot of sensors around the island, and it is impossible to sneak on to the island undetected. Any more questions?

Jazzy: More information on King Eric please. 

Siri: King Eric back then was a weak wizard in training. His master was Sebastian but Sebastian kicked Eric out because he was using his training to become evil. Sebastian will never accept an trainee who wants to destroy Mythical Kingdom. Eric thought Sebastian want to take over Mythical Kingdom, but the truth is that Sebastian doesn’t want to do that. Because Sebastian never wanted war with King You. Sebastian just want to be respected and being heard. Not being ignore. Eric is different. He wants to take over Mythical Kingdom and change it into something so deadly that no one can imagine. Eric wants Mythical Kingdom to become the next Hunters Island. Every one on Mythical Kingdom will turn into a Hunter. Eric has the ability to transform everyone into Hunters. It’s called Hunter Transformation. The transformation can be permanent if they do the blood oath with Eric. Any more questions?

Jazzy: What is the safest route to rescue a Special Pet name Snow?

Siri: Information not found. Any more questions?

Jazzy: No more questions. Thanks Siri. 

Siri: No problem Princess. 

Sophia: Please don’t scream like that unless its a emergency. 

Jazzy: Sorry. 

Toothless: Jazzy, screams like that when she is excited or scared. Now, we know that Hunters Island is here. That means the Special Animal Hunters are after me. What’s our plan?

Jazzy: William, said that we can mask your scent. How do we do that?

Toothless: I don’t know. 

William: To mask Toothless scent we have to hid him. Because the hunters are probably on Mythical Kingdom. They would not stop searching until they find Toothless, so first thing first. Toothless you’re going to give you a bath. 

Toothless: -growling and hissing-

William: What I mean by masking your scent. Doesn’t mean your cat scent. I mean your owners scents. You have Sky and Jazzy scent on you. You have to mask that scent because we want the hunters to think that you don’t belong to Jazzy and Sky. The hunters are attracted to the strongest royal couple. Once they catch that scent on a Special Pet, the hunters will either do two things. 1) they will kill the Special Pet, or 2) they will kill the Special Pet’s owner. Once the hunters kill the Special Pet or their owners it would weaken the other party. 

Jazzy: What is Toothless suppose to smell like? 

William: Like an normal stray. 

Everyone: -confuse-

Toothless: -grumpy- Like a smelly garbage. 

Kelly: There’s no shampoo that smells like garbage. 

Toothless: -grumpy- I have to roll in it. 

Everyone: Ew!

William: Sorry. 

Sky: Okay. After the garbage bath. What’s next. 

William: Toothless has to be outside and act that he doesn’t know us. His collar has to be burned, so that hunters won’t find it. If the hunters find the collar they will ask us where Toothless is. If we lie to them they will kill all of us. 

Jazzy: Perfect. Here’s what we do. After Toothless’ bath we set him free. I’ll burn his collar. Then we will go to the island and find Snow. The Healers will stay here. With the rest of the R.M.C. members. I will only take 5 of R.M.C. members on to the mission. We’ll keep in touch through walkie-talkies. I have a feeling that all hunters will leave Hunters Island. Because Mythical Kingdom is so large and King Eric will want to be on this mission looking for Toothless. I think he will leave only trainees behind. But I’m not 100% sure about this. So, I need Sam, Mike, Phil, and Will with me. The rest of you stay on Mythical Kingdom. Keep an eye on Toothless, and act like normal people. Sky and I will be also take a shower using a different kind of soap and shampoo. Then we are to head out. 

Sophia: What if your plan doesn’t work?

Jazzy: We’ll cross the bridge when we get there. Right now, that’s what our plan is. 

Sky: You sure?

Jazzy: If my plan doesn’t work I’ll abort the mission. 

Everyone: Understood. 

      Sky, Toothless and I went to take our showers. Toothless was screaming so loud that we can hear him all way upstairs. 45 minutes later we mask the house and ourselves from Toothless scent. We also burned all of Toothless stuff and we turn dirt into little flowers and veggie plants. Toothless took off and to become an stray. The rest of the R.M.C. members and Healers spread out. While Will, Phil, Sam, Mike and I went to the island. We were all wearing our walkie-talkies. So we can communicate. 

-To be Continue-

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A Southern Spring Cleaning

Well, according to the calendar Spring has officially begun. That’s according to the calendar. Parts of the country are covered in snow and others of us are battling winds, storms, tornados and finicky temperatures.  Snow isn’t common in the Spring in the South where I live. (Shoot, snow isn’t common most anytime down South.) But storms and tornado winds and finicky temps down this way means “Spring”!

An extra-added bonus to crazy Springtime weather in this neck of the woods is the blooming of everything wonderful like Dogwood trees and Azalea bushes and Jonquils. Bradford pear trees are snowy white (as close to snow this time of the year as we will get) and cherry trees look like trunks topped with cotton-candy pink. We may have a few chilly days, but our botanicals could care less – they are ready to burst out in color and fragrance.

This time of the year means something else to many a Southern woman – Spring cleaning! On warmer days, we open windows to let the fresh air in --- for a few glorious minutes before we remember that gentle breeze will also bring pollen inside, so the windows and doors are closed as quickly as they were opened.

Due to the yellow dust, folks in Georgia have to wait until “pollen season” is over to do any real cleaning, like window washing and cleaning patio furniture. During these weeks our Spring freshen-upping is limited to things that can be done inside like moving sweaters and heavy jackets to their keeping-place until next fall, washing the insides of windows and making lists of things we will do outside as soon as the air is clear again.

By the time pollen season is over, it’s usually too hot to do those things outside that made up our Spring cleaning lists, so we just turn that piece of paper over and make out a grocery list on the back – which we will forget and leave on the kitchen island when we head to Kroger for a “couple of things”. So Spring cleaning in Georgia is a challenge, for sure.

However, I have begun some “personal” Spring cleaning this week. I mean, what else do I have to do? (That’s a rhetorical question.)

Yesterday, I woke early and was in my dentist’s office by 7:50 to have my teeth cleaned. It’s a semi-annual thing and if I didn’t love my hygienist and really like my dentist, I would dread this very expensive hour in a chair, my mouth wide open with someone else’s fingers and cold, metal tools playing havoc with my gag-reflex. No cavities! Great Spring cleaning!

Today’s personal Spring cleaning began with a liquid diet (nothing red or purple, no fruit juice with pulp, no fun) in preparation for a colonoscopy early in the morning. About 4:00 p.m. I began the actual “clean out” process that will last way into the night. Oh joy. (That’s a facetious statement.)Those of you who have gone through a similar prep can “relate” and “sympathize” and “empathize”. I guess I should feel better knowing most of my friends and family have gone through this barbaric but totally necessary process to stay healthy, thanks to modern medicine. (Somehow at this moment, it doesn’t.)

The liquid diet stinks for someone who enjoys chewing on food as much as I do. Typically, colonoscopy preps turn me against whatever clear-or-near-clear liquid I choose to drink all day. This time it’s lemonade. I don’t want another glass of lemonade for a long, long time. Even Chick-fil-A, Inc. lemonade doesn’t sound good…but one of their chicken sandwiches sounds like heaven!

The procedure is a piece of cake compared to the prep. If you’ve been there – you know what I mean. Tomorrow morning before sunrise Harold and I will make our way over to my Gastro-man’s office where I will be escorted back into a very nice holding area until my turn to be wheeled back to the surgical area, by which time I will be in a blissful sleep. When I wake up, it will be to the voice of my Gastro-man, a charming doctor who should be a poster child for Optimist International. He will be extra-cheerful and I’ll feign drowsiness as I try to forget he has just seen the worst side of me - my backside!

But this part of my personal Spring cleaning will be over by about 9:00 tomorrow morning and I will be headed back to my house with the knowledge that 1) I won’t have to go through this again for ten years (if all is clear) and 2) I am stopping by Bojangles for a ham biscuit and sweet tea!

I guess if I have to go through my own Spring cleaning, on the South side of this old gal, knowing Bojangles is waiting for me in just a few short hours makes it worth all the/my “effort”.  (Yuk!)