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moeruhoshi · 3 years ago

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I've been watching anime all day so here's a late nalu day gift

Lucy slammed her bedroom door and flopped down on her bed with a weary sigh, weeping into her pillow as her day finally came to an end.

The open door of her patio allowed her to hear the neighing of carriage horses taking away her most recent suitor, a man who barely knew what the meaning of personal space was.

Just how many princes and dukes had to waltz through their gates before the princess’ father realized that they had no interest in adequately courting her? It was painfully obvious how the lot of them were only interested in her well-displayed décolletage over her personality and spent more time schmoozing up to the king instead of trying to win her favor.

What hurt, even more, was knowing that she could never be with the one who was truly meant for her.

She stared at the red string tied to her pinky, the fiber ending far off in the distance where it connected to her destined partner. It calmed her in some ways, allowed her to feel a sense of clarity, knowing there was at least one more person out there who could give her the true love she craved.

She hoped every day, when Spetto called her down to meet another suitor, that it would be him, the one on the other end of her string, waiting to hold her as she wanted to hold him.

They could instead be a peasant, she thought as her hopes for him to visit one day were beginning to fade. Not that she cared about that kind of thing, but it meant that they didn't have the means to enter the castle easily. Or maybe they were somewhere in a neighboring country, too far away to find her. Maybe he hadn't been gifted the power to see the string and didn't know she was waiting for him but felt just as empty without her by his side.

She was sure if she voiced her knowledge of the red string to anyone else, they would call doctors from all over Earthland to analyze her cognitive function.

But she desperately wanted to tell everyone that she had no intention of selecting a suitor through their gaudy traditions. She would instead venture out into the world to find her soulmate, the person at the end of her red string of fate. But knowing her father, he would only let her marry with the promise of the expanded wealth she would gain him from a political marriage.

"Miss? Are you still awake?" Spetto knocked lightly, the princess holding in her sniffles to hear what the maid had to say. "I'm sure you are…but I won't bother you. Your father wants you to know that he'll be inviting the Duke Cream from Veronica for another visit tomorrow. He's eager to correct his…insolent behavior from the last time he saw you."

The princess didn't bother answering and instead let out a frustrated sigh as the sound of her maid's footsteps echoed down the hall. The setting sun illuminated the crimson strand and her fingers loosely wrapped around it, her weak pout quivering as she tugged on the phantom satin.

"I'd rather have you, whoever you are..."

~000~

"The princess!" Spetto screamed as she ran into the King's throne room. Jude was sat upon his seat with the Duke at his side, their conversation halting at her interruption. "She's gone!"

"What in the world do you mean, woman? I'm sure that no good daughter of mine has just buried her nose in one of those god awful fairy tales again. Have the guards search the library for her," He gruffed, rolling his eyes as her demeanor became more hysterical and shaken.

"I have, your highness! The princess has run away, she's truly nowhere to be found!"

"And just when I was about to be introduced to my bride," The Duke frowned and tossed his bleached hair aside. "Send hounds after her, why don't you? I will not let this girl make a fool of me on this glorious day."

"Go on, then," The King glared at his guards standing nearby who quickly rushed out the door. "I should have known that girl would be trouble. Her mother had always filled her head with nothing but pure nonsense."

Lucy lifted her billowy skirt as she ran through the woods, deep within its darkness, trying her best to ignore the now wailing trumpets of distress audible in the distance. She knew it wouldn't have been long until someone noticed her absence, especially after having heard the reality behind Duke Cream’s visit.

It was by chance, an incident that occurred while she was passing her father's office the night before. Lucy heard the plans he made to arrange her marriage to the Duke, ensuring that their kingdom would absorb the principality. This meant her father would have an entire stronghold on the country of Fiore.

A life with that obnoxious and narcissistic Duke was not one she wanted, nor could even stand the thought of.

So, in a panic, she made plans to run away, leaving when the guards wouldn’t be around, going as far as she could go without any clear signs of which direction she'd taken off in. She persevered through her tiredness with the lone thought of her meeting her soulmate who was sure to greet her with a wide smile and open arms.

"This way! C'mon now, you'll never make it running without anywhere in mind!" A voice tinkled through the line of trees, halting the princess in her place as she breathed harshly and darted around scared eyes.

"Who's there! I-I'm not going back to the castle!" Lucy shouted as she turned about in circles, shrieking as a short blonde girl suddenly appearing from thin air

"Did I say I was trying to take you home? No! Now hurry it up! You'll never make it there if you make stops like this, follow me!" She instructed, turning toward the trees and beginning to run.

"Who are you?" Lucy asked between pants as she followed the shorter blonde, mesmerized by the trail of sparkles she left behind her, and the cute wings peeking out from beside her ears.

"A friend," She smiled as she continued maneuvering them through the woods. "And a guide! You’ll never get where you need to go without my help,"

"So you know where I'm going? You can see my string too?"

"Well, sure! I let you see it after all. Boy, was he worried when I told him you were stuck out here without your magic. Idiot almost killed himself trying to find his way through, but it can't be done by anyone but a spirit." She sighed and shook her head, rambling as they avoided a patch of bramble bushes

"My soulmate...? He was looking for me too? Really?" Lucy felt her heart swell, beating stronger even as she ran, a dazzling smile taking its claim of her lips.

"Yup! You have a very loyal man waiting for you," She giggled. "He can't wait to meet you, said he'd get his house ready and everything while I was out looking for you. I apologize for taking so long, moving around in this realm isn't easy, there’s barely any magic in this land!”

"Magic? Like in books? Isn't that practice all made up?" The princess quirked a brow as the strange girl only giggled again and slowed her movements as they found purchase under the wide berth of a willow tree.

"It's quite amazing someone like you was born here when your home is with us, in the right Fiore. Now, come on! Everyone's waiting!" She grinned, ignoring Lucy's confusion as she pulled them through the hanging branches, the two suddenly falling into the void of the trunk.

"E-Eh?! W-Wha…!" Lucy fell to her knees as she suddenly felt queasy, holding a hand to her head and waited for her headache to subside. She looked up to see where the other blonde had gone, not finding her anywhere and instead met a new and sunny skyline. "Wasn't it…night just a moment ago?"

She stood to her shaky feet, finding her body no longer weighed down by exhaustion, tears, or dirt on her dress. Whatever was in the air made her feel light as, well, air. She'd never felt so amazing before! Just where had she gone when they fell through that tree?

Taking some small steps through the field in front of her, she looked down to her finger, the red string extending into the distance behind her.

"Oh wow…" When Lucy turned around, she was met with the image of a town she had never seen before, curiosity pulling her towards the bustling streets.

It was as she always imagined the streets of the village she ruled above looked; stalls serving food and selling fresh produce, children running and laughing, patrons bartering and making light conversation, happiness in everyone's eyes. Their smiles created her own, and she followed the string eagerly, feeling just right in the Fiore she’d been led to.

She worried this would all turn into a dream soon enough, there couldn't possibly be another Fiore…or the existence of magic at that. Her steps quickened as she feared Spetto would be in at any moment to wake her, feet carrying her towards a patch of woods that broke off from the town.

It would’ve made nice for a peaceful walk if she didn’t think the calm scenery before her would disappear.

“Oi, Gray, watch it!” A sharp voice boomed from the nearby distance.

“Shut it! I know what I’m doing, it ain’t hard to paint a wall, flame brain!”

“Don’t start a fight! We had to rebuild that side of the house five times because you two keep knocking it down!”

Lucy slowed down her pace as the volume of their argument increased but kept her eyes on the string that told her he was just ahead.

Her eyes landed on a red-haired girl pointing a large sword at two boys who kneeled respectively in front of her, bowing their heads as she scolded them.

Breaking through the line of trees, Lucy smoothed down her stray hairs and dusted off her dress, holding herself nervously as she continued forward.

Each step closer made her legs feel like jelly, flushed her cheeks, and made her heart beat a million times faster, her fingers twitching as she held her hands together.

“U-Um...excuse me…?” Lucy’s voice was shaky as she approached the three, her eyes watery as she stared at the pink-haired boy who raised his head at the sound of her voice. The string fell into his lap; he was her soulmate.

The red-haired girl turned to face her first, eyes concerned as they fell on her disheveled appearance. “My goodness, are you okay? You’re not lost, are you?”

“N-No...I—“

"Oh, crap! It's you!"

"Don't say that to a girl, idiot! You have no idea who that is!" The raven-haired boy threw a glare at the pink-haired one who quickly stood up.

“Mavis didn’t tell me when you’d get here, I would’ve come to pick you up if I knew you were...oh, hey, don’t cry, okay? Um, here,” He quickly took the end of his scarf to wipe her tears, feeling a knot in his throat as she gently fell against his chest. "It's gonna be okay."

"I just...I just can't believe…" She shook her head, not minding the stain she created on his shirt. "That you're real...that you were waiting for me."

"'Course I was! Having a new family member is always exciting, and my hearts been leapin' like crazy waitin' for you! You were stuck out there all alone and I couldn't come find you. I'm sorry it took so long."

Erza forced herself and Gray to look away as the blonde hastily kissed their wild companion, his shock present in the stiffness of his back.

He was startled by the sudden action but felt himself melting into the touch, desperate as well to be close to his soulmate.

"I'm home," Lucy laughed with a bit of surprise, Natsu's eyes widening along with his grin.

"Yeah! Welcome back!"

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu and lucy #natsu x lucy #lucy and natsu #lucy x natsu #nalu day 2021 #nalu day

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lilytheflowerwrites · 2 years ago

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Wip number 9, please and thank you :)

9 - untitled, c!Eret saving Michael

(@pineapplesunsetkiss also asked for 9)

For this one there's not much interesting to say? There's intro about c!Eret being alone and having almost no friends because of course there is, it's my fic, I'm going to emphasize it as much as I can; and then there's this piece of text and it's literally just a retelling of that stream with a few feelings added. The interesting part is, as always, still in my brain and includes c!Eret singing lullabies.

"It’s somewhat of an important day. The gods this server prays to are rarely generous, but they like to make you fight for what they can give, whether it’s an actual battle or a contest like this. You were always good at rowing, a skill that you must have honed sometime in your previous life, but you were just not ready for how competitive the others were. So you don’t get the wings, but you get the portal frames, with a tax of one of them given to Fundy who has entertained you throughout all of it. You are forever grateful for him and the fragile peace between you two; you think you wouldn’t be able to survive two hours out in the ocean with just your own thoughts.

Fundy says goodbye eventually, though, and you hear through the comms excited voices saying “Come to Snowchester!”. It’s not for you, but it’s for Foolish, and you want to congratulate him and maybe talk a little, for the first time ever since the Banquet, just ask about whatever he knows of your past – but that’s getting your hopes a little too high. For now, you just wish to see him, so you get back on land and walk the rest of the way to Snowchester.

Foolish is there, and so is Hannah with her just-obtained fairy wings, who you congratulate as well. It’s important to keep good relationships with everyone, even though you still shudder at the thought of her back at the Banquet, reminding you just a little too much of yourself. Sapnap and George are there too, and you side-eye them warily. You’ve never really had a good relationship, especially not since your reinstatement as a king. Sapnap smiles a little too pointedly, his sword glistening in the harsh sunlight, but doesn’t say anything and makes no move towards you, so you take that as a sign that today is not a confrontation day.

Besides, they all soon start talking animatedly, and you zone out a little as you usually do when no one seems to pay you much attention – until one name cuts through your thoughts.

“Let’s go see Michael!” Sapnap exclaims and you snap your head up on instinct.

You know that Michael is Ranboo’s and Tubbo’s son, a hybrid they rescued from the Nether, more piglin than human, but cared for nonetheless. You’ve never seen him, just heard, but you know just how much he means to his parents. And, well, you never trust Sapnap with someone’s pets or children, so you follow the others through the snow to a big wooden house close to the shore.

You do not go inside as you do not wish for everyone to think too much about you being present; you know you are not the best active fighter – you’ve always been more of a support for someone else, a healer and a magic user and sometimes an archer, but not the one charging forward with a sword in your hand – so if it comes to Michael being in actual danger, you won’t be of much help inside. Instead, you climb the ladder at the side of the house and, squatting down, peek through the trapdoor in the roof.

Everyone is talking at the same time agitatedly, the house reminding you more of a disturbed beehive despite only four people being inside. No one is shouting just yet, which gives you a sense of relief as you continue to listen intently. They seem to be arguing about what they should actually do now; it appears that Sapnap has gotten hold of some of Foolish’s items who’s now trying to persuade the other to return them back. You can see a wooden boat in the corner of the room as well and a baby piglin in it along with a chicken; you suppose this is Michael.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see a movement and you snap your head up. Niki timidly waves at you, when shows a radio tightly clutched in her hand. Ah, so she must’ve heard Sapnap’s intentions through the comms then, just like you. You wave back and smile a little, not at all bothered with her presence. You haven’t met her in a while, which is certainly – another wound in your soul, another friend let go of, another sleepless night spent slumped against a cold stone wall – a shame, but you are happy all the same to see her again, even in these dreadful circumstances.

“Let’s just kill him!” you hear Sapnap shout, and you shudder, startled for a second, before you understand who he’s talking about and your heart skips a beat. Niki goes pale."

Send me a number from 1 to 13 and I'll show you a c!Eret WIP/AU idea!

#eret #dream smp #eretblr #the eret #mcyt fanfiction #lilytheflower writes

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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This Is Still Marvel, Right?

Summary- 2.5k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. Deadpool the character from the comics is sitting across from the table from you, real right in front of your eyes. Not only is time travel a thing, but dimension travel is as well, and he is here for a very serious reason. Warnings- swears. Written for @what-is-your-backupplan-today CATFA 10th Anniversary Challenge. Prompts are highlighted.

Masterlist

“You came from where?” Sam questioned with a tilt of his head, arms folded across his chest as he raised a quizzical brow at the man in all red.

“And why the clown suit?” Bucky right next to him asked, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“I’m from the X-Men verse, you know… bald dude in the wheelchair, Wolvie with butter knife hands, we have our own pigeon boy. Not as sweet as your wings though.” Wade said with a sigh. “And we had a Peter, but the winds… god the winds were too strong. I will never forget you Sugar Bear.” He sobbed in his hand a moment, sniffling a moment.

You were thoroughly in shock, your jaw was dropped to the floor as Wade mother fucking Wilson sat in the interrogation chair, one leg crossed over the other, his ankle jiggling as he leaned forward on his elbows, planting his chin in his palms as he made an cooing sound at the two men. “Aww, they are so cute when they are confused, aren't they cute? The cutest little puppies.” He went to boop Bucky's nose, but Bucky reared his head back away from his hand and a whir of his hand closed around Wade's wrist, which caused the masked mercenary to gasp out excitedly.

“THE WINTER SOLDIER ARM, VIBRANIUM UPGRADE. I keep telling Cable he needs this hook up, his isn't nearly as cool as yours. Mister Bucky Barnes Sir, can you sign my suit? I’m a super fan.” the white eyes of his mask widened and you finally managed to close your mouth watching all this.

Whatever this was, you were actually wondering if you weren't in some drugged hallucination right now. Mission gone wrong? You had eaten that turkey sandwich out of the compound fridge, maybe it was drugged and this was someone's payback for stealing their food.

“Come on man.” Sam snapped out, still trying to get a straight answer out of him. Bucky let go of his hand which Wade muttered to himself.

“I'm never washing this hand, not ever.” He cradled it to his chest. “Just wait till I tell Chrome Dome who shook my hand.”

“ANSWERS!” Bucky yelled out and Wade gasped at the outburst. Bucky reached over to grasp the mask and yanked it off, grimacing as Wade's appearance showed. Both Sam and Bucky recovered quite quickly, you were still freaking out in the corner and Wade gave a suggestive wink to the two of them.

“Names Wilson, Wade Wilson. No relation to this saucy stud though.” He eyed Sam up and down with a purr, who scoffed at the sudden attention. “Don't worry, I know that one is crushing on you hard. The chemistry. I won't make a move on you. Winter Soldier though is fair game, eh?” He made a chef’s kiss motion after pointing at you. “So are you two… do you… fondue?” Wade asked, Sam and You looked at each other and made disbelieving faces at one another. “Oh we're not admitting feelings? My bad. I jumped ahead in the comics. So much sexual tension.” Making a donut shape with one hand and a pointer with the other, meshing them together, you could feel your throat close up and Sam’s eyes widen. Bucky was struggling to keep his calm at this point, Sam too. Wade made a motion to stand and get up.

“Do we have any eats here?” He puts his hand on the handle to open the door and a knife flung through the air, landing right next to his face. Wade paused and turned around. “Here I thought this was still Marvel and not Dc. Tony would have offered me a snack by now.” He grumbled while sitting back down. “A falafel, blueberries, I know he likes to snack, I've seen the movies.”

You finally got over your shock and went to sit across from him. “Mr.Wilson…”

He put up a hand. “Pool please, Deadpool. Or Wade. Or you can call me Captain Deadpool. Too much?” He glanced up at Sam and Bucky. “Yea too much, just call me Wade.”

“Wade.” you started again, trying to figure out how to approach this. “We’re confused, because you are a comic book character.” You pulled up your phone and pulled up a screen clip of his movie.

Wade gasped and grabbed at your phone, studying it. “Look at that handsome son of a bitch. I'm so glad they picked Ryan Reynolds for the part, he looks just like me.” He held the phone up next to his face. “He’s so good looking, it's the Canadian genes.” Then handed it back, you tucked it away and he leaned forward to toss what looked like a beat up comic book on the table.

“What’s this?” You question, pointing at it.

“A comic book. You guys are just comic book characters and I'm here to fix your story. What? You seriously didn't know you are comic book characters in another universe?”

“Our story?” You pulled the comic towards you and sure enough plastered on the front was Sam in his Falcon Suit, Bucky with his own gear and you were soaring in the air above slightly out of focus.

“Yes, your story. Listen Cable, you all know Cable right? He's like a moodier you Buckaroo…” The name caused Bucky to growl a bit, but Wade continued without noticing. “... hooked me up with this cool device. Not like those stones you all have, this is some actual batman kind of future fuckery that I got rigged to not just travel back in time. But other dimensions. Whoo... “ He made wiggly fingers. “It's like magic right? Cool.”

You were flipping through the pages as fast as possible, skimming the storyline. Amazingly all of it was there, the mission report Nick Fury brought Sam this morning, you and Bucky sparring and how he pinned you against the mat, the heart to heart about how you two missed Steve.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose while Bucky looked over your shoulder at the comic book. “I'm getting a headache, or I'm losing it. Did I get hit in the head?” Sam rambled a bit and you got to the end of the comic, seeing that the mission Fury had given you three was completed, successfully.

“Says there we did just fine.” Bucky said and you closed it before pushing it towards the center of the table.

“It's not all just fine.” Wade threw up his hands in exasperation and you shook your head so confused.

“Explain it to us Wade.” You grasped the comic again, flipping through it, scanning the pages as quick as you can.

“Go to page 53.” He tapped his finger against the steel table and you did, the panel showing you and Sam standing on a roof top about to enter a building from above and Bucky was shown in another panel scaling a building.

“I don't see it…” you shook your head confused as to what he was talking about and Wade pointed at the bottom, that was just barely in view. A hot dog cart.

“You are here, from another dimension of life… because of a hot dog cart?”

Wade nodded firmly. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, bad things will happen.” His voice lowered, turning shifty. “Spooky stuff… anal stuff.” He shuddered and sat back, staring at the hot dog cart in the bottom of the picture. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, it causes issues you couldn't even fathom. Another life just poof… what did y’all call it? Spanked out of existence?”

You just automatically corrected him. “Snapped.”

“Spanked sounds better, maybe consider changing it to spanked?”

Sam cleared his throat. “You traveled through dimensions to get here so we could save a hot dog cart? I'm just- trying to keep it all straight. This isn't entirely the weirdest thing I have heard, but it's close.”

Bucky scoffed. “I say this guy needs some help, maybe his brain got scrambled like mine.”

“Nah, I didn't get the mind trip you did. I was tortured by a guy named Francis.” Wade snorted gleefully. “Called himself Ajax, like the dish soap!” Slapping his knee, he busted out laughing heavily, starting to cry.

You rubbed at your face and looked over your shoulder. “I think we should trust him guys. What if what he says is true? We’ve dealt with crazy shit before.”

“You can't be serious Y/N.” Bucky shook his head and Sam looked doubtful. Wade giggled as he wiped a tear from his eye, pointing a finger at you.

“I like you, you're the smart one here I can tell.”

You all turned to Sam who hadn't said anything yet. He sighed and rubbed at his face a bit, before finally saying under his breath. “I'm never going to hear the end of this… Lets take him.”

Wade did a fist pump in victory, leaping up to grab his mask back from Bucky. “X-Force Ass-” You were quick to cover his mouth, leaving the “-emble” garbled.

“He's going to get us killed, Wilson.”

“I said to call me Deadpool or Captain Deadpool.”

“I WAS TALKING TO HIM!” Bucky jerked his thumb at Sam, gritting his teeth while he yanked open the door and left the room. Deadpool followed after him, the next thing you heard was Bucky hollar. “I'm going to kick your ass Prick.”

“Will you? You're making me all excited. Like a fairy making a little girl's wishes come true, I feel like I could fly.”

Then you and Sam heard something loud crack and Wade’s cooing grew fainter. “Nice boots, Tinkerbell!”

You snatched the comic book and stuffed it in your back pocket. “Uh we probably better go stop Bucky. It's pointless for him to try to kill Wade and will just tire himself out.”

Sam opened the door, holding it open for you. “Should we really take that away from him?”

“True and it sounds like Wade is having himself a fan moment anyways and doesn't care.” You stepped out to see Bucky and Wade tangled together wrestling.

Just as the comic stated, You and Sam were able to go in from the top. You could see Bucky below you using rigging to scale the building. Down further below you could see a red dot pushing a hot dog cart down the street well out of harm. Speaking into the comm’s, your wings folded to pull you into a spiral, spinning towards the roof. “Wade’s got the cart moved, and were clear to enter.”

There was a grunt in the comms and Bucky's voice crackled through. “Well damn, I'm glad the hot dog cart is safe… for reasons spanning an entire dimension that we still don't know.”

“Who are we to question it, Bucky? I mean, we’ve seen some pretty strange shit.” You stated as Sam landed next to you, shooting at the door and ducking inside together. “Maybe this is just another one to add to the pile.”

Silence descended on the group as you each made to fulfill the mission. Once the building was clear and the three of you were working on exiting, Wade was waiting on the roof, sitting on the edge eating a hot dog and had three more lined up next to him. “I brought you all lunch, you guys do that sort of thing right? Good Mission? yes I bet. Buckaroo has the happy murder gleam in his eyes.” He took another bite of his hot dog and chewed while studying Bucky closely.

“Don't do that.” Bucky shuddered a bit and Wade proceeded to pop the last bite into his mouth and chewed slowly while rolling the bottom half of his mask down.

“Do what Buckaroo?”

“Stare at me or call me Buckaroo.”

“While eating a hot dog? Only way to properly eat one. I know you love it James. Well my mission here is done.” He pushed off the ledge to give you a hug and handed you a manilla envelope. “This is for you, it explains everything. Toodleloo Kiddies, it was fun knowing you. Oh and if you see Hugh Jackman on the street, tell him his coffee sucks and bitch slap the prick.” He jumped back on the ledge and looked over the edge. “Oh this is gonna kill my knees but this is a true superhero moment. Wait for it…” He gave you all a salute and stepped over, plummeting down. Sam and Bucky rushed the edge, looking over.

You knew better, a superhero landing wouldn't kill him.

“NAILED IT!” you three barely heard, then in a flash of sparks, Deadpool was gone.

“I thought for sure he was going to pancake down there.” Bucky said with a hint of sadness and Sam shook his head.

“We gotta get out of here before we're caught and get this back to Fury.” Sam held up a chip that held the actual intel of the mission.

You silently agreed and together the three of you made your way off the building and back home.

Afterwards once you were back in the tower and changing out of your suit, you glanced at the manilla envelope Wade left you.

Sitting down on the bench, you opened it and peeked in. What looked like another comic book was in there as well as a letter. Pulling out the letter, you scanned it.

~To the Super Duper Trio,

Thank you for believing me. It was crucial. We're not the only comic book verse out there living our lives. Sometimes they cross intersect in ways that I can't explain, go find the wizard, he can tell you more about it. Also ask him to your next party, because he can do the COOLEST TRICKS. But if you take out the comic book enclosed you will see on page 23 there is a hot dog cart as well as a familiar looking dork named Jake Jensen. Alias- Capt Jensen.

Perhaps your Captain is alive in some way, the DC universe having changed him to a loveable, cat hating, Petunias loving, super smart idiot.

Tell Birdman thanks for the vote of confidence, caw caw mother fucker.

Tell Buckaroo he forgot to sign my suit, I will be back. He is my favorite after all.

And what I wanna tell you is take care of those idiots so they dont kill each other.

With Love,

Captain Deadpool

Ps- Yes Cap’s as awkward with women in DC as he was in Marvel.

Pss- Welcome to X-Force! I will be in touch.

You pulled out the comic book and glanced at the cover seeing six people staring down, the title of the comic- The Losers. Flipping to the page, you found a photograph tucked in between the pages, showing another version of the page. One where the street looked demolished and a man lying crumbled by a cart. Also a familiar hot dog cart leaned on its side, demolished.

Setting the picture aside, now you glanced over this panel to see the same man making a show of pulling out a crossbow, the bubble above his head with the words “That’s right, bitches, I got a crossbow!”

The scene didn't really surprise you that much, more like the character now alive in the comic looked just like Steve.

A thinner version, he had facial hair, and the entire get up was never anything Steve would have willingly worn.

But it looked just like Steve Rogers and for the second time that day your jaw dropped.

Maybe Wade Wilson was right, after all…

Nothing was off limits and stranger things have happened.

#this is still marvel right?#amber writes #sweater writes #catfa 10th anniversary challenge #bucky barnes #sam wilson #wade wilson #jake jensen #avengers #deadpool #the losers

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themaribatpit · 3 years ago

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Jasonette July Day 15: Night

Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Night Rated: T

A/N: A continuation "Game On” and “Pixie” Marinette had been in Gotham for a little over a year now, having left behind her life in Paris to attend Gotham University. It all started when she got involved with Catwoman, who saved her one night when she was in trouble. Then she got roped into a little game between Catwoman and Batman, and that was how she met Jason and Roy, Red Hood and Arsenal respectively. While with Jason and Roy, they had their ups and downs. Initially she felt that the two were overprotective, but they were able to reconcile after a fateful encounter in the Iceberg Lounge. Ever since that fateful encounter, what started as a harmless little crush began to grow over time. For once, she got to know people who understood both the real her and her superheroine persona. They knew her as a quick thinker in battle, and a civilian with a tendency to catastrophize things. While she was sitting in the car with Jason and Roy, driving back from Star City. The only sounds that could be heard were the scratching of pencil on paper, and the hum of the engine as they drove. She tried to throw herself into her upcoming design assignments that weren’t due for another few weeks, doing anything to avoid thinking about Jason sleeping peacefully in the front seat of the car. Tikki was nestled in her bag nibbling on a cookie and only Roy seemed to notice how quiet the drive back to Gotham was. She had developed a close friendship with the three of them, one which wasn’t complicated by secret and civilian identities. They had each other’s backs in combat, and they worked well as a team together. Marinette cursed herself, for the first time in a long time, she had relationships that weren’t complicated by secrets and secret identities. Now she was going to ruin everything just because she could not keep her heart and her feelings under control, it was pathetic. It was easier to think that Jason was a stubborn, sarcastic brute who couldn’t possibly understand her. He could still be stubborn and sarcastic at times, but then he had to go and have another side to him. A side of him that cared deeply for those close to him, a group of people that now included Marinette. It wasn’t fair. Marinette shook her head and turned her attention back to her design work, these patterns weren’t going to sketch themselves. It was also one of the few times she got to work with more delicate fabrics. Jason was pretending to be asleep on the drive from Star City back to Gotham, not unlike the one that happened a few months ago. It seemed like yesterday they first heard about a new superheroine who managed to take on two of his younger brothers. Marinette was certainly a girl with many contradictions, even when they first met her on that rooftop that fateful night. She could be very creative with her magic yo-yo, and in a fight she was usually a level-headed and quick thinker. That much was clear to anyone who saw her in action, which was probably for the best, given that Jason had a very short fuse and a tendency to brute force his way through situations. By the same token, the same person was prone to flying off the handle in much more mundane situations. One time she woke up early for a test that wasn’t for another two days, and flew into a panicked stream of consciousness that made it sound like she was going to be shipped back to her home city in a matchbox if she was late. Jason didn’t dare turn around to look at her in the backseat, but he could just about imagine what she looked like. The scratching of pencil on paper told him that she was probably designing something that had more in common with a ball gown than body armour. Her skills as a seamstress came in handy when their body armour needed upgrades or adjustments, not everyone could be gifted with the power of a magic body suit. Even Hal Jordan was a test pilot long before he became a Green Lantern, Marinette was just a teenager when she got given magic jewelry. Secret identities and personas aside, at her core Marinette was still the same person. She was kind, forgiving, but most of all she trusted him, something very few people did. At first he wrote it off as all of them having each other’s backs in a fight. While that was true it wasn’t the whole story, he knew because he could say the same thing about Roy. He considered maybe it was because she managed to calm his pit madness, but that was because she had the very creatures who created them by her side. Jason still called her “Pixie '' from time to time, really out of affection more than anything. He only used her name when he was being absolutely dead serious. It was a lot more than that and he knew it, he knew that she was worming her way past all the walls he had put up, seemingly without even trying. He convinced himself that it was dangerous for all involved, that it would just leave him vulnerable in the end. She was getting closer and closer to his heart, at which point he would be completely and utterly vulnerable. He wanted to hold her close to him, but was afraid that she would hold his heart in her tiny delicate hands and squeeze.

Roy was exhausted, not just from the mission, but from being caught right in the middle of two of his friends pining after each other. In the car ride back to Gotham, he could easily tell that Marinette was busying herself with design work while Jason was pretending to be asleep. It would be cute if it wasn’t a sign that these two were actively avoiding talking to each other. Possibly because they were worried they might slip up and reveal their very obvious feelings for the other person. He overheard Marinette confiding in the Kwamis late one night, when she thought both of them were out. Jason by contrast was a little less expressive, but Roy could still tell that he was also pining after her, in his own little way. He had tried to gently coax it out of them, and even though they refused to admit it Roy could tell. Marinette was an open book whenever he even suggested the idea that she might be slightly attracted to Jason. At the slightest suggestion that there was something between her and Jason, her face would go tomato red and she would deny it. Jason was a much tougher nut to crack, but Roy already knew that from the get-go. If Marinette wore her heart on her sleeve, then Jason kept his heart guarded with steel and lead. He tried to ask him about it on a mission, when Marinette was out of earshot. Instead he took a leaf out of Dick’s book and asked if it was really the time and place for a “man chat”. The three of them could be compared to The Three Musketeers, but Jason and Marinette were more like Beatrice and Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing. He was cursing Jason’s detective training, because it meant he would see right past a forged love note, while making things worse for Marinette. If Roy was still drinking, he would have probably told them that they should just screw and get it over with. He was starting to understand why Lian would smush her doll’s faces together and get them to ‘kiss’. That gave him an idea...

Marinette and Jason were calmly watching TV together one night. It was Valentine's Day, but neither of them really had any plans with anyone. Staying in and waiting for chocolate prices to crater seemed like a much better idea. Tikki was perched on Marinette’s shoulder, while Plagg was about to inhale a very large piece of camembert. The two of them were a comfortable distance apart, neither of them were willing to make the first move. Suddenly, Roy busts in through the front door. Dressed up as Arsenal with a few extra accessories, a tutu and a pair of fairy wings he likely borrowed from Lian. He came in wide grin, wielding his bow with an odd heart shaped arrow.

“Happy Valentine's Day bitches!” he yelled out, taking aim at Marinette and Jason. The grappling arrow wrapping around the two, tightly binding them together on the sofa. Just as Marinette and Jason realise what just happened, Roy runs back out the door, slamming it on his way out.

An awkward silence hung in the air as Jason and Marinette were tied together, their faces mere inches apart. Marinette blushing a storm, while Jason tried to keep his composure and looked away from her. That said, he could feel her deep blue eyes watching him, and he was fairly certain she could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest. Their arms were clamped firmly to their sides, and both of them thought that Roy had done this as a stupid prank. “Did Roy tell you he was going to…” Marinette began. “...put on a tutu and fairy wings and tie us up on the couch?” Jason finished, he swallowed, she already looked embarrassed by the whole situation. “No, did he tell you?” he asked. Marinette shook her head, “No, but he seems to have got it into his head that you’re interested in me.” she said as she tried to wriggle free, “as if that would ever happen.” “I mean...” the conversations he wrote off as late night man-chats were starting to make sense to him. “...is that really so hard to believe?” he asked quietly. There was no keeping her at arm’s length at that moment, physically or otherwise. He noticed that she had stopped trying to wriggle free of the cord wrapped tightly around him. “A little,” she said, “It just seemed too good to be true,” she muttered. “You’re one of the few people who knows about both Marinette and Ladybug, you know that they’re the same person.” she explained, “the idea that you would be interested in me on top of all that just felt like it was too good to be true, like something will do horribly wrong sooner or later. Like there was no way the universe was going to let me be that happy.” Jason was surprised to hear that, but also he understood what she meant. It was funny how on paper, they were two completely different people, and in some way they were. It was moments like these that reminded them there were still similarities that kept them together. For the first time since Roy had tied them up, he looked at her. “Marinette, take it from someone who’s a literal dead man walking. Trust me, that is not the most impossible thing out there, not even close.” he tried to say, Marinette looked up at him, trying to make sense of the meaning in his words. “If anyone’s going to get slapped around by the universe, and feel as if they don’t deserve to have someone who’s seen different sides of them and still cares about them, it’s probably me,” he explained.

Both of them finally knew what Roy was trying to do, after all he had been painfully obvious. Jason himself tries to get a sharp batarang from his pocket, he assures Marinette, “Don’t worry Pixie, I’ll get us out of here and we can forget this ever happened.”

Marinette remains silent as Jason struggles against the wire tying them together, Tikki floats to her side and whispers into her ear. “Marinette, it's now or never.” Marinette looks back to see all the Plagg cheering her with a grunt. If lifting the piece of camembert with little enthusiasm counts as cheering.

Marinette takes a deep breath, and gathers her courage. “Jason?” she asks, and Jason pauses to look back at her. Her face had a rosy pink glow as she leaned forward to give Jason a kiss. Jason pauses in shock at first before, and slowly melts to return the kiss. As the two kiss, Tikki helps untie the two. Just as Tikki finishes untying, Marinette and Jason hold each other in a tight embrace, eagerly savouring their newfound relationship.

Roy peeked his head through the window watching Marinette and Jason finally confess to each other. “About time you two got together” he cheered from the fire escape, giving the two a thumbs up and a big grin. This breaks Marinette and Jason from their affectionate moment together, embarrassing Marinette and annoying Jason.

Jason stomps over to the fire escape, Roy nervously greets Jason “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”

Jason grabs Roy by the ankle, dangling him off the edge of the fire escape. “Pixie, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” Marinete nods and walks over with the grappling arrow Roy shot at the two.

Roy pleaded, “Come guys, you two had it bad for each other it was obvious.” Marinette begins to tie Roy to the fire escape with the grappling wire. Roy attempts to struggle but Jason holds him down.

As Marinette progresses further in tying Roy up, his pleas become more and more desperate.

“I did you two a favour.” Roy begs, “Come on, is this how you two repay me? Help! Somebody! Batman! BATMAAAN!” Roy wailed.

Marinette and Jason ignore Roy’s begging. Once they were finished they both left, hand in hand, leaving Roy tied upside down to do some self-reflection.

BONUS

Cupid: What's this I hear about you playing Cupid?

Roy: Sorry, it was for two people who were actually in love.

Cupid: Why you little-

Roy: Cupid, it's been YEARS, you're a very attractive woman. It can't be that hard to find someone who loves you back, someone who doesn’t have a goatee.

#jasonette #jasonettejuly2021 #ml x dc #maribat

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curls-cat · 3 years ago

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Sugar/Spice; Snips/Snails

for @grimmtober day 1: Candy! Also on AO3 and ff.net under the same name. but I can’t link it if I want this to show up in the tags. :/ AU: Sabrina grows up in Ferryport Landing.

There’s a boy in the woods. Sabrina sees him, even if none of the grown-ups do. He’s bigger than she is, with curly gold hair like hers, wearing a big green hoodie. He keeps looking at her through the trees and grinning. There are fireflies around him, even during the daytime, even now that summer’s all the way over.

Sabrina knows better than to go outside herself. Mamma and Daddy and Granny all say it’s too dangerous, that she’s too little and sometimes people are mean and might hurt her. And even when people aren’t mean, the woods is really big, and she could get lost so easy. Mr. Canis could find her, but someone mean might find her first.

But there’s a boy in the woods. And there aren’t a lot of other kids in Ferryport Landing. Especially not ones she can talk to (in preschool there’s Bella and Natalie and Toby and Wendell, but only Wendell is allowed to be her friend. And everything else is secrets, secrets, secrets—don’t tell anyone about Mr. Canis, Sabrina, or about what being a Grimm means, or about why you’re extra excited to get to first grade and see Ms. Snow). And all Sabrina’s Halloween candy disappeared last night.

Sabrina wanted to be Alice in Wonderland for Halloween, but her parents said No and Granny said Politics and didn’t explain what that meant, so Sabrina was Stephanie from Lazy Town instead and had to wear an itchy pink wig the whole night and none of the grown-ups knew who she was supposed to be. And now all her candy’s gone and nobody believed her when she said she didn’t eat all of it.

So the next time the fireflies come out, when it’s just starting to get dark and the shadows from the woods reach all the way to the house, Sabrina follows them. They’re pretty, even though up close they’re too big to be lightning bugs, and they glow too bright. She didn’t really think they were bugs.

She follows them as they dance between the long shadows of the trees. She didn’t have time to put on her shoes before she left, so her socks are getting wet in the grass. It’s gross. They lead her right to the edge of the woods, and then they scatter.

Sabrina is, for a moment, alone in the gathering dark of the woods. Nearly all the leaves have fallen, and it’s gray and brown and so, so quiet. No birds or bugs. No Mamma or Daddy or Granny calling for her to come inside. She can see the house through the trees, and it looks warm and safe and like it’s calling her back.

“Scared?”

Sabrina spins around and pulls her hands up the way Ms. White taught her—you have to protect your face—and sees the boy, sitting in a tree a few feet above her. Up close, he’s different than she thought. Still a boy, still a kid like her, but older. Taller. And dirty. He’s holding her candy in his hand. She knows it’s hers because it’s still in her plastic jack-o-lantern with her initials on the bottom in her very own handwriting.

“I’m not scared of you,” she tells him.

He grins, flashes too-sharp teeth. “Sure. That’s why you jumped a mile high when I said something, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl!” she says, even though she is, and she knows it. “I’m a big sister!” She balls her fists tighter. “And that’s my candy.”

“Finders keepers,” he says. He unwraps a pack of oreos and pops them in his mouth. His fingernails are too sharp, too.

“You’re rude,” she says, but she puts her fists down. He doesn’t seem mean, just�� messy. And gross. And mean, but she said that already.

“So’re you,” he says, and hands her a pack of Starbursts.

Sabrina accepts her candy, unwraps it. Inside there’s two pink ones and an orange one. She wrinkles her nose and eats the orange one. She’s not supposed to have candy before dinner.

She’s also not supposed to talk to strangers. Especially not strangers who are ab-so-lute-ly Everafters.

“Why’d you take my candy?” She sits on the ground. Her socks are already dirty, might as well get mud on her overalls, too. The boy won’t care. He’s dirtier than she is.

“I was hungry,” he says. “I just told the pixies to get me food.”

Not fireflies. Pixies. Sabrina squints at him. “You’re not supposed to talk about magic.” She doesn’t know what a pixie is, but she knows for sure it’s magic.

“I thought this town was full of magic,” the boy says. “A ‘haven for the homeless,’ that’s what your ancestor said when he convinced all of us to follow him over here. Or a prison, if you listen to anybody else.”

“There’s people, too,” Sabrina informs him. “Lots of ‘em. Normal people. Boring people. I have twelve in my preschool class. And they’ve all got parents. Some have brothers and sisters, too.”

The boy looks suitably impressed. Then he wrinkles his nose. “Boring,” he tells her. “I was hoping this place would be fun. But it’s got rules too, huh?”

“Everywhere has rules,” Sabrina says. “My daddy says they’re to keep people safe.”

The boy snorts. “To keep you from having fun, more like.” He pops a Reese’s into his mouth.

Something occurs to Sabrina, then. “How’d you know about my an-cestor?” The new word feels strange on her tongue. She thinks it means like your grandpa, but extra.

The boy nods in the direction of the house. “I watched him build that place. Slowed him down, too. Plus I’ve been watching.”

“I know,” Sabrina says. “I saw you.”

“What’s your name?” he asks. “Other than Grimm. Your first name.”

“Sabrina,” she offers readily. “What’s yours?”

He tosses her another pack of Starbursts. “Puck.”

Sabrina brings Puck food for a few days. She likes keeping him secret. Everyone’s busy with the new baby, and Sabrina loves Daphne, sure, but babies are boring and she doesn’t know why all the grown-ups care so much about someone who can’t even do anything. She also feels a little left out, maybe, and it’s nice having someone who’s hers. They talk. He’s a prince, he says. He’s exiled, he says. He’s famous, he says. He’s the coolest. He doesn’t have to say that part. Sabrina thinks so, too.

They spend afternoons in the cool dark woods, and Puck takes her flying, because he’s not just too sharp, he’s also got wings, because he’s a fairy, which Sabrina has never met before. They share her Halloween candy. He turns into animals, and he listens to her tell him about preschool. She’s learning to read, a little. She can read the street sign for their road. Puck thinks reading and books are boring. She yells at him about it.

That’s the other thing about Puck. If she gets mad at him, he doesn’t tell her to stop throwing a tantrum or go to her room like her parents, and he doesn’t start crying or tattle to someone like the other kids at preschool. He yells back. And then they’re friends again.

Mr. Canis is the one who finds out. He follows her to the woods and says, “I wondered where all the caramels went.”

“This is Puck,” Sabrina says. If a grown-up did have to find them, she’s glad it was Mr. Canis. He’s not a regular grown-up, not the kind who tells her what to do and gets worried or talks down to her. He just talks, and listens. Sometimes he says weird stuff, but other than that, he’s almost like a regular person. “He was hungry.”

“I know who he is,” Mr. Canis says. “I’ve been watching him.” He looks down at Sabrina. “What I didn’t know was that you knew him.”

“He took my Halloween candy,” Sabrina says. “Nobody listened.”

Mr. Canis doesn’t say anything. He looks Puck up and down.

Puck stares right back at him, then, at long last, says, “Don’t get mad at her.”

“I am not angry,” Mr. Canis says. “You should come inside and meet the family.”

Puck wrinkles his nose. “I’m not going to move back inside. I’ve finally broken out of being civilized.”

“I am not asking you to,” Mr. Canis says. “But inside there is food that will not rot your teeth.”

“Everafters don’t get cavities.”

Mr. Canis laughs. It sounds like a dog barking. It always does. “I can assure you we do.” He shows Puck his own too-sharp teeth, points at a shiny silver spot in one of them. “I had this filled myself.”

Puck’s eyes go wide, and his hand comes up to his face. He gives Mr. Canis another long look. “What kind of food?”

“Weird food,” Sabrina informs him. “Granny’s cooking tonight.”

Puck thinks for a second, then shrugs. He grins at Sabrina. “I like weird.”

Puck keeps living in the woods. Sabrina has to tell a grown-up before she goes to see him, now. The grown-ups all have a long conversation after Mr. Canis tells them she’s been going in the woods to visit a Strange Boy (he’s not a strange boy, she tries to tell them, but nobody listens). After, her parents sit her down and have A Talk with her about Danger and how Not All Everafters Are Nice. She listens, even if she thinks they’re coming at it wrong. Puck isn’t nice. She doesn’t want him to be nice.

They grow.

At age nine, Sabrina runs out of the house, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting after her. This time, at least, she’s wearing shoes. She heads straight for Puck’s trash throne. The pixies greet her on the way, rising out of the shadows of another gathering dark, as they always do. She appreciates it, though she barely needs it, can find her way to Puck without any help.

“What’s Hanky yelling about?” Puck asks instead of greeting her. He’s sitting, as usual, on his porcelain throne atop a mountain of broken furniture.

Sabrina throws him a bag of fun size Milky Ways—it’s the family’s Halloween candy, and her mom’s going to be mad that she has to buy another bag, but Sabrina doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything and it’s not like they’ll even be here in a few weeks and her parents don’t care about what she wants, anyway, so why should she care about them?

Puck catches the candy, opens it, and pops one, fully wrapped, into his mouth. He spits the wrapper out onto the ground a few seconds later, covered in spit and melted chocolate. He does this a lot. Sabrina always calls him gross and makes a stink about it. Today all she can think about is how she’s not gonna be able to see this anymore in a few days, because—

Puck notices her silence. “What, Grimm? Finally seen sense about ‘the environment’?”

Sabrina isn’t sure she wanted him to notice. She thinks maybe she wanted him to act like everything was normal and maybe then she could pretend it really was, for a bit. But she sort of also wants someone to listen, someone she can yell at who won’t talk about safety. Someone who cares about what she wants, even if he pretends not to, instead of pretending to when they don’t, like her parents.

“We’re moving,” she says, and she keeps her voice flat, even, because if she doesn’t, she’s going to cry.

Puck stops chewing and stares at her. “You can’t. There needs to be a Grimm in Ferryport Landing.”

“Not all of us,” Sabrina says. “Granny’s staying. But Mom and Dad, and me, and Daphne… we’re leaving. Dad says town is ‘too dangerous.’”

“This is about the stupid ‘Scarlet Hand’ or whatever.” It’s not a question.

“Did they talk to you?” Sabrina asks.

“Nah,” Puck says. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina says. Because they’re friends. He’s her best friend, better than Wendell, even, even though Wendell goes to school with her and they’re in soccer together and he gave her a valentine last year that he’d picked out especially for her, the only one in the pack with a lollipop and a sticker.

“I won’t join anything that I can’t be the leader of,” Puck adds, because he can’t just be honest, ever. That’s okay, though. Sabrina understands. Honesty is hard.

She sits down on the edge of the pool, feels rough concrete under her hands, looks at the murky water, the level dropped low enough that she can dangle her feet in and only the very bottoms of her shoes touch it as they sway back and forth.

“When?” Puck asks.

“By the end of the year,” Sabrina says. “Mom got a job, and Dad asked me if I wanted—” her breath hitches, half anger and half rage— “if I wanted to help him pick out an apartment. Like this was exciting.”

“You could run away,” Puck suggests.

Sabrina laughs without humor.

“Plenty of woods,” Puck says. “You don’t have to stay here. Hey, I know! You could go up to the asylum with the other crazy little girls!”

Sabrina halfheartedly throws a piece of concrete at him. It clatters down the side of his trash mountain nowhere near him and rolls to a stop nearly at her other hand, still resting on cracked cement.

“Mr. Canis would find me,” Sabrina says, at length. “And they’d just make me go, anyway.”

“How? The old lady can’t leave, and neither can he. Just run away again before one of your parents comes to get you.”

“And leave Daphne?”

The younger girl practically worships the both of them. Losing Puck is going to be hard enough for her, but losing Puck and Sabrina… It’ll break her heart. And there’s no question about bringing Daphne with them.

For a long time, neither of them say anything. Sabrina had sort of been hoping Puck would have an answer. A real one, one that would work.

“You can visit,” he says at last. “They can’t keep you away forever.”

“Yeah,” she says. Because Mom had said that, too. Said that they could come back on weekends and over holidays, as long as Granny said things seemed safe.

She looks up at the boy she’s known for half her life, who’s been her best friend almost as long, who she’s going to stop being able to see soon. He’s been exactly the same the whole time she’s known him. When she sees him next, she’s going to be closer to his height. She might even outgrow him.

She knew it might happen. They don’t talk about it, but they both know. Someday, Sabrina’s going to have to be an adult, and Puck won’t. She’s not sure she wants to be an adult, but she doesn’t think she wants to be stuck, either. Doesn’t want to be powerless forever.

There’s nothing else to do, though, so she rolls her head to look at Puck upside-down, who’s eating another Milky Way, and says, “Pass me one of those.”

There are Everafters in New York City, of course. Sabrina sneaks out over the weekends, meets Puck’s brother. Gets in trouble. Finds out the Scarlet Hand is here, too. Tells her dad, hopes it’ll get them moved home. It doesn’t, it just gets her in a different kind of trouble. She doesn’t care, keeps sneaking out to get in the right kind of trouble, the kind that means she’s part of her family, still sort of connected to Puck.

In three years, when the barrier comes crumbling down, and the Everafters start trying, really and truly, to take over the world, it pays off. Because now nowhere is safe. And she wants to tell her dad she told him so, but she’s busy trying to watch the news that her parents won’t let her see and find out if her friends are safe and everything is loud and angry and dangerous and she tried to prepare but it wasn’t enough.

They still make her go to school. It’s stupid. None of this matters, and she tells them that over and over, but they make her go anyway, and when she’s proven right because there’s a lockdown on the third day since the Everafters declared war, she’s just angry about it.

She’s hiding in the bathroom with two other girls who got caught between classes, and the other two are crying, when noises come down the hall in their direction. Sabrina looks around for something she can use as a weapon.

The door swings open.

Sabrina prepares herself for a fight.

She’s hit in the face before she can do anything, by a small projectile—a bullet? Since when do Everafters use guns? She’d have thought getting shot would hurt more.

She looks down. No blood on the ground.

Just a green skittle.

She doesn’t have to look up to know who’s going to say “Hey, Grimm.” She doesn't know what's coming next, but as soon as she hears Puck's voice, she knows the can handle it. Together.

#sisters grimm #the sisters grimm #sabrina grimm #grimmtober #grimmtober 2021 #puckabrina #if you squint. it's preslash

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writersrealmbts · 4 years ago

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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 4

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 01/28/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff: 4,695 words

A/N: Well it’s been forever, and you guys wouldn’t let me forget about this so it’s done, I just have to pick when to post them. Hope you enjoy this update. And Imma say this once, ao3 is going to get more regular updates than tumblr.

You were in a cage.

It was not okay.

And they knew it too.

They were steaming mad when they saw it.

Dehumanizing.

But then, you weren’t actually human.

Jin, thankfully, was never completely kowtowed by the company. He made a good show of backing off, and pulling the other boys back to make them complacent.

Then the moment no one was paying attention he went over, pulling you out, hid you in his pocket and maybe bent the latch on the door so that it wouldn’t close properly.

He handed you off to Yoongi as soon as he could, and Yoongi hid you just in time for the staff to notice you weren’t in the cage and begin to question the others.

The boys kept slipping you to each other as they were inspected for you, but the staff never did find you, and the boys made a big deal out of them losing you.

You loved your boys.

Even if they were making you go through with this fansign appearance.

Tae made a big show of “finding” you just before they went out, then an even bigger fuss with taking you out with him instead of in a cage.

And apparently the staff knew what losing looked like, because they gave in.

So you were hiding in Taehyung’s pocket as they went out to greet their fans, with earplugs in as well as covering your poor ears because holy hell it was loud. While you waited for it to quiet down, you tried to stay completely still.

You could make out the staff explaining that you were there, requesting them to be respectful of noise since you were sound sensitive, but also that you were there because you’d gotten a fairy illness and had to be close to the boys for your health. Which you felt was pretty ironic considering they wanted to send you away if the fans didn’t accept you.

After a few events, Taehyung put his hand over the pocket you were hiding in, the signal he had told you earlier.

You took a few deep breaths, then stood, grabbing the edge of his pocket and peeking out.

No one noticed you at first, thankfully, allowing you to take in the large crowd, and the activity of the boys before you pulled yourself out of the pocket, fluttering up to his shoulder.

The fan in front of him noticed you first, eyes widening.

You squeaked as you slipped over the slope of his shoulder, grabbing the fabric so you wouldn’t fall all the way down and get squished, especially since he was so focused on the fan that he didn’t notice you falling.

You crawled back up his shirt, peering at the fan that was getting her album copy signed. She was cute.

They were all cute. But only because they loved your boys and supported your boys.

She asked something that you couldn’t make out due to the earplugs, but Taehyung grinned and looked at you on his shoulder, replying that you were shy.

You ducked back, climbing sideways until you were behind his head. Then you climbed up until you reached the collar, then his hair, giggling when he flinched ever so slightly at the feeling of you climbing into his hair. You wrinkled your nose at the stickiness from the styling products, then let go, fluttering back down to his shirt and wiping your hands off on his shirt.

A hand came over and rubbed Tae’s neck (almost squishing you, but hovering just long enough for you to get out of the way) then sort of lay out flat, inviting.

You smiled and climbed onto Jin’s hand, riding it over to him as he pretended to stretch—allowing you to hop onto his head (which had less product in it, thank goodness). You tucked yourself out of the way without messing up his hair. You made sure to be able to see everything outside.

There was definitely an increase in noise when you had been visible, but you weren’t certain whether it was due to something the boys did or because of you.

Everything was fine for a little while, then you felt Seokjin shake his head slightly. A couple seconds, or maybe minutes, later, his hand came up. Tense. Uneasy.

You stared at it, then extricated yourself and crawled on.

He passed you over to Yoongi.

Yoongi set you on the table, one finger caressing your hair. He showed you a note.

‘We had to bring you out. Stay close to us.’

You nodded, glad that he was guarding you from the sight of the fans for just a little longer, and kicked the note off of the table.

You made sure you looked okay in your little mirror, then looked up at him, nodding.

He nodded as well, hand moving away as he greeted the next fan in the line up.

You looked around, still a little overwhelmed by the crowd and the scrutiny. Finally you settled on sitting just out of the way between Yoongi and Hoseok and watching the fans pass by, noting the curious looks they gave you.

The whole situation was strange to you. It wasn’t like your presence added anything or took anything away from the event. Not in your mind. You were aware—more than aware—that your gender could be a point of criticism and unrest that could damage their careers.

But you were harmless…weren’t you?

The boys operated as though you weren’t there, focused on their fans. They were very discreet about taking care of you.

You took another deep breath, then pulled out the earplugs.

“She’s so tiny!”

“How cute!”

“Did you see her hiding in Jin’s hair?”

“Her peeking over Taehyung-oppa’s shoulder was so adorable!”

“She doesn’t belong there.”

You closed your eyes, frowning slightly at the bombardment of voices.

“She could ruin their career.”

“She’s too pretty.”

“Jimin-oppa is so handsome!”

“She better not be the kind that can change sizes.”

You wanted to hide. You knew the boys couldn’t hear the comments, their hearing wasn’t as sensitive as yours, but that didn’t mean the comments didn’t exist.

“She isn’t dressed very modestly either. I bet she’s their sl—”

“Oh my Gosh! Look at Jungkook! He’s so cute!”

“Oppa!”

You crawled over and pressed yourself against Yoongi’s elbow, overwhelmed and trying to get the earplugs back in.

His elbow moved and then his hand covered you protectively. He didn’t do anything else, just protected you while you stuffed your ears again. Lifted a finger to check on you, then removed his hand when you signaled you were okay.

You got up, looking around again, then fluttering up so you could look at the picture in the album that Yoongi had opened to.

An excellent picture of Yoongi.

You landed again, looking around, then running toward Hoseok to observe him, tripping when a sticker got stuck on your foot and shaking it to try and get it off, hopping and then falling.

You could hear Hoseok’s laugh, and he carefully picked you up, flicking the sticker off of your foot and then setting you back on the table.

He was talking more animatedly with the fan in front of him, laughing and signing the album in front of him with a genuine smile. He looked so nice when he smiled.

On his other side, Jimin was basically flirting with the fan in front of him. Goofing off, but Jimin was always showing himself. Always showing a touch of honesty in his actions. Opening himself up to things.

You worried about him, but you knew the other boys would always catch him if he fell.

They always caught each other. Supported each other, got each other to the therapist when needed, and held out until the other was well enough to continue without full support.

Where did you fit into that scheme?

You felt your wings droop. They said…they said that they cared about you, and their actions confirmed that. But did they really have time for you?

A finger poked your belly.

You looked up at Hoseok, then grabbed his finger and held onto it.

He lifted you up, peering at you with carefully veiled concern. “You okay, y/n?”

You shook your head.

He glanced at the others, then looked down the line, leaning forward and saying something to the others.

Jimin nodded, then reached over.

You glanced at Hoseok, then dropped into the waiting hand.

Jimin peeked at you, smiling momentarily, then passing you to the next waiting hand.

Jungkook took you carefully, bringing you up to his shirt pocket. “It’s okay.”

You nodded and crawled into the pocket, happy that all the boys with shirt pockets had stashed some of your blankets in them. You wrapped up, trying to calm yourself. Their preparation was just evidence of how much they cared for you. They got you houseplants and they were searching for a new dollhouse for you (you would have been happy with anything, but they were being very particular). They fed you when you couldn’t do it for yourself and took care of you when you were too floaty to do so yourself. They’d brought home dozens of flowering plants, imported different floral teas, got raw honey, brought you toys, made sure their pets didn’t eat you (you forgave Tannie, but man that was a close call), and made room in their hearts for you.

And they gave you kisses, sometimes. Jin was the most allowed to give you kisses, because his were simple and sweet and very quick. TaeTae had given you a couple pecks. Jimin didn’t dare kiss you yet after what happened last time. Hoseok was fond of placing kisses all over your face. Namjoon and Yoongi weren’t as physical with affection so you didn’t expect kisses, but Yoongi often held your hand or let you cuddle up to him. Namjoon liked sharing space with you, and often suggested books he thought you might like, it was his own sort of affection.

Then there was Jungkook.

He’d taken to carrying you around even when you were fine (you weren’t about to complain) and no matter your size.

You wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket, shivering as you battled the thoughts in your head.

Jungkook’s chest vibrated, speaking to the fans. His words weren’t clear to you, but it was lighthearted and happy.

So happy.

Did you really have any right to ruin their happiness with their fans?

But how much happiness would you be taking away if you left now?

You felt his chest move suddenly, like he had laughed or was startled or upset by something.

His fingers suddenly plucked you out of the pocket, gentle but stiff.

You winced and peeked out of the blanket, confused.

His face was tense, especially around his jaw, even though he was faking a smile.

You got the unspoken message. He was forced to pull you out. You needed to show yourself to the fans.

You huffed and wiggled out of the blanket, flying as fast as you could down the line to Namjoon, landing lightly before reaching him completely and walking the last few steps, flopping over his arm and then resting your head on your elbows, watching him interact with the fan. They seemed to be almost down with the signing part of their event.

You rode his arm as he moved it, gripping onto the sleep so you didn’t get thrown into the wall behind them.

There was an increase of noise and then both Namjoon and Taehyung were making sure you were okay.

You hopped off of his arm, sitting down cross-legged and facing the crowd. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

They definitely didn’t hear you, but both boys looked relieved that you were okay.

You sat there, observing the fans for a while. Your earplugs were great, but you could feel the rise and fall in the volume all through your body. You could feel someone bump the table, you would have those spots in front of your eyes for weeks from all of the flashing lights.

You had to make these people like you. Had to make them understand that you posed no threat to the boys. You had to show them that there was no way you could do anything that would be…detrimental to them.

It would help if you knew what those things were, though. Maybe you were detrimental to their career just by existing.

You wished, now, that the boys hadn’t divulged the fact that you were the kind that could change size. You had a feeling that it was the one thing that the fans could never get over.

Your only hope was if you could twist what they knew to be size-changing to your advantage. If you sized up, just a little. Maybe became a foot tall instead of three and a half inches, maybe they would accept that.

But that would depend on the managers insistence.

You could already feel the apologetic look Sejin was giving you.

It was enough to make you contemplate running (or flying) away. Getting as far away from that place as you could. Sparing yourself the trouble because they had already decided your fate and were just waiting for the cruel souls to confirm their judgement.

One year with a family.

That’s all you ever got.

You got up quickly and flew back down to Yoongi, staying close but out of his way. If you hadn’t thought the fans would get the wrong idea you would have just hidden under the table. You could easily evade all attempts you pull out out down there.

As it was, you amused yourself by making some of the stickers float and then stealing one of the extra pens (which was definitely bigger than you and you definitely used pixie dust on it) and finding something to write on—which someone provided in the back of a spare picture they had.

You set up a tic-tac-toe game on the back in one corner and pushed it up to the edge of the table, putting an O in the center and waiting for the next fan. Holding out the pen to her.

She blinked at you, eyes wide when she finally noticed, then she carefully took the pen and added an X before continuing to Seokjin.

You contemplated the thing, then added another O, nodding and waiting for the next fan that would acknowledge your existence.

Which was about three fans later.

It ended up a tie, and you started a new one, but ran out of their fans before the game could be completed.

You pouted a bit, but then the pen was being taken from behind.

You quickly released it and turned to see who was the perpetrator, only to see Yoongi peering at the tic-tac-toe game and then lightly brushing you aside so that he could make a move.

You bounced happily and put in an O, watching his fingers carefully as he debated where to put his X, then fluttering up in glee as he put it exactly where you wanted it. You had this game in the bag. Now, no matter where he put his X, you would still get three in a row.

The volume rose as you did a little victory dance, having thoroughly beat him.

You scurried over to Yoongi’s arm and hid behind it because what just happened.

He shook slightly, like he was laughing, as he picked you up carefully. He was grinning, and definitely laughing.

You tilted your head, curious about what was so funny, but not daring to take out the earplug.

Hoseok reached over and gently poked your head, also laughing.

Seokjin was talking into the microphone to the fans, standing up with the others.

Was the event almost over? Was that too good to be true?

Yoongi leaned in closer. “Go back to Taehyung’s pocket,” He told you, just loud enough for you to hear with the earplugs, but you also mostly read his lips because it was sound and vibrations and your mind’s translation of it was a little hazy, but his lips were clear.

You nodded, getting up and running off of his hand, flying straight for Taehyung, landing on his should and then sliding down his shirt and into the pocket—quickly burying yourself under the blankets instead of in them since that backfired earlier.

Tae patted the pocket once, then was busy talking and moving and maybe hiding in his pocket had been a poor life choice.

But his hand went over the pocket you were in, covering it in a very protective gesture.

You shrunk more, to maybe an inch, to try and escape what would happen next.

Tae’s breathing was slightly hasty, like he was trying hard not to lose control.

You teared up, but quickly tried to dash your tears away. You couldn’t cry in public. The boys had been very adamant on that, and worried, they said it would be dangerous for you if you did.

His hand moved away from the pocket slowly, then one of his fingers came in, simply waiting. A simple request that he knew you wouldn’t want to acquiesce.

You took a deep breath, then wrapped around the tip of his finger.

He carefully pulled you out, eyes wide at how tiny you were.

The other boys looked just as surprised and alarmed—all trying so hard to hide their emotions from the fans and pretend everything was peachy.

Tae looked up and then leaned over to talk into the microphone Jimin was holding, telling them something about being right back. Then he hurried back-stage and seemed to usher the staff away.

You grew back to your normal pixie height, looking up at him desperately.

He signaled for you to take the ear-plugs out.

You did, slowly.

“Little Wing…I know you don’t like it, and I know you know that we don’t like it…but they’re insisting that you show our fans your full size. You can change size back here…but….”

You looked down at his palm, then nodded.

He waited patiently as you calmed yourself a little and then changed sized, but with as small and scared as you were feeling you couldn’t get as big as you normally would. Your chin came just above his belly-button.

His hand softly stroked your hair. “I know how stressful this is.”

You met his gaze. “No matter what happens, they’re sending me away.”

His face became anguished, and he closed his eyes as though to regain some of his composure, pulling you into a loose hug. “We’ll turn the world upside down before we give up on you.”

You took a shaky breath and did your best to grow the last bit to your height, but you only managed a couple inches.

Tae kissed your forehead. “Come on, this is good enough.”

You hugged his arm, keeping on the side that would keep him in between you and the fans, absolutely petrified as he led you back out in front of the crowd. Doing your best to still hide because you didn’t like this one bit.

It got scarily quiet.

“Army, this is Y/n,” Jimin said in a soft tone, coming over to you. “She’s really shy, so this is a lot for her. She doesn’t like being in her big form in front of strangers.”

Jungkook rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a very gently squeeze.

“Y/n, can you say something to Army?” Namjoon asked.

You couldn’t even breath, pinpointing every glare sent your way, and quickly shook your head, rapidly shrinking.

Jungkook scooped you up when you were the size of a toddler, holding onto you firmly. “Do you want to ride on my back?”

You nodded.

He set you on the table and turned around, letting you latch on and then changing the topic to something else like you weren’t hiding by hanging onto his back.

You started to panic when someone grabbed you, but then noticed it was Sejin, and let him take you back-stage. You finally relaxed a bit when you were in the waiting room back-stage and Sejin had shooed all of the staff from the room.

You found one of the boys sweatshirts and wiggled into it, cocooning yourself in the ultra-long sleeves and extra fabric and then curling into a ball on the couch.

You woke again when you were being carried, recognizing the comforting “shh” as Jimin’s and letting yourself drift off a little, barely recognizing that you had been brought into a vehicle.

Namjoon was cradling you when you woke up fully, back at the house. His hair looked freshly dried, and he was dressed in comfy clothing.

The other boys were slowly filtering back to the living room with food and drinks, all freshly showered.

Namjoon tightened his hold on you when he saw you were awake. “Hey, baby.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Four hours,” Hoseok answered, plopping a kiss onto your forehead after moving the hood of the sweatshirt.

Your eyes widened slightly, but were too tired to do much more than that. “So we’ve already been back to the office and then home?”

Yoongi nodded. “It’s no wonder you slept, that was a highly stressful situation for you.

Hoseok didn't look happy. “What were they thinking, forcing you to size up like that? Forcing you into a situation like that?”

“Probably something along the lines of ‘oh, how convenient, a way to get rid of the annoying fairy that we only got them for good publicity’,” You answered.

All the boys looked angry after that.

You shrugged, unwrapping yourself and then sizing up some more, about the size you were earlier. “You know it’s true. Don’t tell me you don’t. The whole point of this is to get rid of me.”

“Why?!” Jimin snapped. “Why would they want to get rid of you? Things were fine!”

You looked up and met Namjoon’s troubled gaze. “The v-live you boys had. The night Jimin kissed me and I got loopy. Someone told the viewers that I could change size.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly, and his jaw set in frustration. “Which makes it scandalous for you to be living with us.”

Yoongi looked like he might be sick. “I said it. Why did I say it?”

Jin rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.

“It’s not your fault. It would have come out at some point or other,” You told them. “But it’s also because I do distract all of you. I’m a liability on many fronts. I have no doubt that they’re already arranging everything regarding me being taken away.”

Namjoon gently set you on the seat beside him, reaching for a bag beside the couch, not at all surprised while the others still seemed like they were processing it.

You waited, wondering what he had in the bag, but mostly waiting for the other boys to be ready for the rest of the conversation you knew had to happen. It was obvious, now that you looked back, that the staff were preparing to get rid of you.

“I got something for all of us. Had them made, actually,” Namjoon said quietly. “I was afraid that something like this might happen.”

That seemed to get the boys attention.

Namjoon pulled out little gift-boxes. Eight of them. Each one was carefully marked, but you weren’t sure what the marks meant. But he did, handing them out to each of you.

You held your box nervously.

“I wanted each of us to have something, to remind you that we love you, y/n. Especially when we’re busy with shows and tours. Because we already know you love us, and nothing could make us forget that.”

You opened the box, revealing a simple bracelet, with two inset diamond tears. Both microscopically engraved with itty bitty words that you couldn’t make out, only visible to you because, well, you were magic.

Namjoon grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight and pulling the bracelet so the diamonds were over the light, projecting it onto the ceiling.

It had all of their names, and yours, and it said that they loved you forever. And it also had the BTS symbol with fairy wings in them.

You stared up at the ceiling in awe, then carefully took the bracelet. It was made of a magical material, one that would shrink and grow with you unlike most other metals. “This is fairy-made.”

He nodded, looking a little sheepish. “I figured with your tears it was best to go to a fairy for this work.”

You quickly looked around the room.

Tae had a similar bracelet to yours, that he was examining with tear-filled eyes.

Yoongi had a ring with black metal, and was already wearing it.

Jimin and Jin had a necklaces, both different than each other’s.

Hoseok had a different style of bracelet.

Namjoon had a ring that he was playing with, made with a lighter metal than Yoongi’s.

Jungkook had earrings, a stud and a dangling earring, and he was already switching them out.

Everyone was quiet, most of the boys staring at their gift and looking upset in some way.

“When they remove me…because this was a better home for me��my best home…they’ll have to lock away the memories. I’ll be able to keep my things, and the memories can be recovered, but unless I’m in a situation where I am as loved, or more loved, and equally as happy…I would need to return to you all if I remembered.” You carefully put on the bracelet. “It’s a hard process. And they’ll probably send me somewhere else, somewhere I won’t be…as likely to find you, or vice versa.

“Like a different city?” Jimin asked.

“Like a different country. It happens a lot. Fairies can speak whatever language they need.” You shrugged, not looking at them. Not able to bear their heartache as well as your own.

“We’ll find you. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world. We’ll find you,” Jungkook said quietly.

It was quiet again after that.

Then Jin cleared his throat. “Jungkook, help me pull the mattresses in here.”

They all got up to do something, whether it was helping Jin and Jungkook create a giant bed in the living room or getting ready for bed, or just trying to calm themselves by pretending to do something.

Tae was the first to come back to you, cuddling with you on the couch, comparing the bracelets. “I’m glad mine matches yours, but I wonder why hyung did that.”

You peeked up at him. “You were the one who found me.”

His eyes filled, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that you melted into.

Then the two of you stayed cuddled up while Hoseok directed the madness of making the bed.

Yoongi came over and cupped your face in his hands. “You know we’re not letting you go without a fight, right?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he kissed your forehead—opening them when he softly kissed your lips.

Then you were cuddling up with all seven boys on the bed, trying not to cry because your mind kept saying, ‘This might be the last time’.

And Jimin’s shirt would definitely be ruined by your tears solidifying in his shirt, but you knew he wouldn’t complain as long as you didn’t mention his tears to the others.

Even Namjoon was crying, though, so you doubted any teasing would be happening.

Hoseok and Jin left, Hoseok’s sobs echoing down the hallway before they locked themselves in one of the rooms.

Yoongi sniffled and squeezed your hand.

Jungkook’s sniffles turned into snores.

And as you fell asleep, you felt the way Taehyung’s breaths shook his body, gently pressed against your back and wings.

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themadlostgirl · 4 years ago

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When It’s Cold

*Felix simps come get y’all juice!

The hyperfixation hit me hard and because I just have to add backstory and character development to every single request I get, this one shot request is another mini-fic. I do not know how long it is going to be but I am hoping to keep it under ten. I already have like 5 chapters written now. Also, Felix deserves some multi-chapter love dang it!*

Prompt: Reader and Felix are stuck in Storybrooke together. What will happen next? Spoilers: it’s feelings and fluff and a horny teenagers being stupid.

Requested by: anon

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“I blame you.” Felix said.

“How is this my fault?” I retorted. Felix and I sat on the docks of Storybrooke overlooking the water.

“You’re the one that convinced me to come to Storybrooke with you. Now look what’s happened! Pan is dead and we have no way to get back to Neverland.”

“We’ll find a way back to Neverland.”

“And how do you figure that? There is no more shadow to ferry us, we have no magic bean, or any pixie dust to fly us back. We are stuck here!”

“Will you calm down?”

“You want me to be calm? How can you expect me to be calm after everything that has happened?”

“I don’t know but you panicking is not going to help us any. Storybrooke is the only town in this realm with magic. If there is a way to cross realms we will find it here so stop worrying so much and start brainstorming. Like you said, there is no more shadow so our reliable way of getting back is gone. Magic beans are scarce if any even still exist. So our only option is to find some method of transportation that can either fly us back or we become mermaids and swim through the realms. So we gotta sprout wings or gills. Ideas?”

“Well I can’t swim worth a damn so I guess we’ll need to find a way to fly.”

“No point staying here.” I got up, “We were fine camping in the woods but that’s not going to serve us well much longer. Winter is rolling in and neither of us have ever lived somewhere that wasn’t tropical and humid all the time so I don’t think we’ll survive long on our own out in the wilderness. We need to start looking into different housing options.”

“You sound like an adult.” Felix groaned.

“I hate it too but there’s not much else we can do unless we want to freeze to death. Come on,” I held a hand out to him, “The sooner we find someplace the sooner we can start dedicating our time to finding a way out of here.”

“I’m coming,” Felix stood up, ignoring my hand. We walked all around Storybrooke looking for someplace to hole up in. My main concern was having a place with heat which left a lot of the vacant houses out since their utilities were shut off. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that there were no fireplaces so starting a fire to keep warm was also out of the question.

It was getting late and our search had yielded nothing. I had a bad feeling that if we couldn’t find somewhere suitable through our own means we would have to resort to actually paying for housing somewhere. Which meant we would need money which also meant we would need to have jobs. Paying bills, having jobs, this was a nightmare!

We shuffled back to our camp and checked the traps we had laid for any game but only caught a small rabbit. Barely big enough for one person. Better than nothing at least.

As Felix roasted the rabbit over our fire I sighed, rubbing my arms to keep off the chill of the late autumn.

“You know what I’ve noticed these past couple days?” I said.

“Hm?” Felix hummed not bothering to look up.

“This is the first time in all the years we’ve known each other that we’ve ever really hung out.”

“Guess so.” Felix shrugged.

“Is that not strange to you? We’ve known each other for decades on Neverland. We hunted together, played together, fought together with the boys but this is the first time us two have ever been alone together. How do you not find that strange?”

“It’s not like I was close to everybody on the island.” He took the rabbit off the spit and cut it in two, “Besides, you were always off galavanting with Artie and Frank. What’s it matter if we ever hung out?”

“I guess it’s just making me wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

“Why you followed me here?” I answered as he handed me my half of our dinner. “You didn’t know that Pan had switched consciousness with that Henry kid until after we left Neverland. You could have stayed on Neverland with the other boys. You didn’t need to come with me when I asked you to. So why did you?”

“Let me ask you something,” Felix dodged around the question, “Why is it that you asked me to come with you in the first place? You had your friends on that ship already. Why take me along? Why is it that you’re roughing it in the woods with me when you have friends that are snug and cozy in that fairy monastery? Answer me that.”

“I--I--” The words were caught in my throat. Why had I asked Felix to come with me? I knew the answer lay deep in my gut but I couldn’t for the life of me bear to bring it to the surface. I bit into my rabbit with a small scowl.

Felix gave a small exhale before diving into his dinner as well. The conversation thoroughly ended. I curled up to go to sleep near the fire. Our only source of heat. I really did miss Neverland. I would deal with a million humid heat waves if it meant that I could be warm again.

Sometime during the night a gust of cold wind snapped me awake. I huddled in closer to myself trying to retain some warmth when I felt something being draped over me. I peeked an eye open and saw Felix lay down again and curled more into himself. I looked to see what he had done and realized he had draped his cloak over me. His only form of heat, thin as it was. I decided at that moment as I watched him violently shivering on the cold ground that I would gladly grow up a little and get a job if it meant we would have somewhere warm to sleep tomorrow night.

The morning came and as casually as I could gave Feilx back his cloak. I made no mention of his generosity. I knew he wouldn’t appreciate you pointing out his selflessness for whatever reason. Too proud to accept my thanks.

We went back into town and I sent Felix off to find some cheap accommodations for us while I walked along main street and hopped into every store that I could looking for work. Unfortunately it looked like no one was hiring. Dejected and pissed after the tenth shop owner denied to even let me fill out one of their ridiculous applications I stole a handful of dollars from their tip jar. At the very least I could buy us a decent meal tonight.

We met up again outside of the diner. Felix had no luck finding a place to stay either. Everyone just shrugged him off. To my delight though he had the same idea as me and produced a wallet he had pickpocketed off the landlord he had spoken to. A couple of twenties tucked safely into the worn leather. We may not have anywhere warm to sleep tonight but at least we could get a hot meal.

We entered into the diner and immediately were met with stares. It was the same stare I got from everyone I asked a job from. I tried to shrug it off and sat down with Felix at the counter. We ordered two plates of the lasagna. The waitress was kind enough but everyone else at the counter moved away from us when it was evident that we were staying.

“Felix,” I whispered, “Is it just me or is everyone--”

“They don’t want us here,” he whispered back, “They’re not saying anything but they’re making it obvious enough. The reason no one will give us a job or let us live anywhere is all for the same reason. We were here for Pan and even though he’s gone they still don’t trust us. Just eat your food and we’ll go back to camp.”

“Do you think we have enough money to maybe spend just one night at the bed and breakfast?” I asked, hopeful.

Felix shook his head. “Even if we did I think we should be saving this for food since game is proving difficult to come by.”

“You’re right,” I stabbed into my lasagna. “It just gets so cold…”

We finished our meals quickly and left just as fast. At least I was more full than yesterday. We started on our way back to camp when I noticed a trail I hadn’t seen before.

“Where are you going? Camp is that way?”

“I know but I need to see something.” I told him as I started running down the other trail.

“Wait!” Felix ran after me. I kept huffing and puffing down the trail until it opened into a large field. In the distance was a huge house. A mansion by the looks of it.

“Whoa,” Felix said as he took in the sight of the mansion. “How did we miss this?”

“I don’t know. Let’s get a closer look.” We ran across the neatly trimmed lawn and hopped over the fence onto the mansion grounds. The lights were off inside. Whoever lived here was either gone or asleep. We checked the garage and found no car. Peeking in as many windows as we could it didn’t look like anyone was home.

“Should we?” I asked Felix. The temptation was too great. “Even if someone does live here it’s so big I doubt that they would even notice us staying here as well.”

“Let’s take a look.” Felix grinned. Strangely enough the front door was left unlocked. I tried the lights and was delighted when I realized that the electricity was working, there was running water too. Even better was that there was heat! Heat and dozens of bedrooms.

The place was so clean and orderly but yet there were no signs of it being lived in. No pictures on the walls. No food in the fridge. All the doors and windows were unlocked. There was a large kitchen, dining room, multiple rooms just for sitting in, a dozen bedrooms, and even a ballroom with a beautiful crystal chandelier. All the windows had the most spectacular views of the ocean or the mansion’s garden.

“This place is amazing!” I picked up a strange cylindrical paperweight with stars painted on top of it and tossed it in the air. “Felix, I don’t want to get our hopes up but I think we found a place for us to stay.”

“And you’re sure no one lives here?” Felix gazed around the room we were standing in.

“We searched all the rooms we came across and found no one. The place has been cleaned out of food or toiletries. Either whoever lives here desperately needs to go shopping or they just don’t exist.”

“You think we’re really that lucky?”

“I think we’re owed a bit of luck. Even if someone still does live here do you really want to spend the night shivering outside or spend a night wrapped up warm in a bed and run the risk of someone chasing us out in the morning?”

“You make a compelling argument.” Felix grinned, “Race you for the master bedroom!”

“Felix!” I chased after him as he went flying up the stairs. He got to the room first and flopped down on the large king-sized bed.

“I win! Go take one of the lesser bedrooms.”

“You only won cause you have those long lanky legs.” I flopped down beside him and sighed as I sunk into the soft mattress. “I don’t think I can move from here. It’s way too comfortable.”

“Too bad. My room.” He pushed me off.

“Hey!” I laughed as I stood back up. “Fine, you can have the master bedroom but only on the condition that you find us more money to buy food and toiletries. Got it?”

“Sounds good to me,” Felix stood too, eyeing the bathroom attached to the bedroom. “Soap or not I think I am going to indulge in a hot bath.”

“That does sound heavenly.” I haven’t had a hot bath in decades. “Have a goodnight, Felix. We go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

“Night,” Felix gave a wave as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

I left the room and wandered around the hall looking for a space of my own. I found a nice bedroom that felt just as grand as the master bedroom. I went into the bathroom and drew myself a piping hot bath. I nearly moaned when I sunk down into the water. Even if this lasts for only a night I’ll be happy. One night of warmth.

After my bath I wrapped myself in a large fluffy towel and went back into the bedroom. I really didn’t want to put my old dirty clothes on my clean body. I opened the dresser drawers hoping maybe the resident left behind some old clothes but they were all empty. I crept out of my room and checked the other guest rooms surrounding me but all their drawers were empty too. There was one place I hadn’t checked. If the owner did leave something behind it would probably be in the master bedroom. I glanced down at my towel with a grimace. It covers everything at least. I tentatively knocked on the door but was met with no answer. I cracked it open and sighed with relief when I saw no Felix in sight. He must still be in the bath.

I went to the dressers and, “Nothing? Really?!” I slammed the dresser shut again. How is it that there isn’t so much as a single shirt in this house?

“Why are you making so much noise?” Felix stepped out of the bathroom in a billow of steam. My throat went dry when I caught sight of him. Completely naked except for the towel hanging from his hips and still dripping went. His blonde hair that usually hung in his face was brushed back opening his face up more. His torso had an array of scars I never knew he had before. That wet chest that was impressively chiseled…

I shot to my feet clutching to the towel covering me. “Sorry! I was just looking for some clean clothes.”

Felix gaze swept me up and down. He took a deep breath and grabbed something from inside the bathroom and tossed it to me. It was a fluffy white robe with a monogrammed M on the breast. “There.”

“Thanks.” I slid the robe on over my towel. “Anything else in there?”

“Nope. Just that one.” Felix turned away from me. His face looked red and I could only guess he was angry at me for barging in. “Now scurry back to your own room.”

“Right. Thanks.” I rushed back to my room, my heart hammering in my chest. That was certainly new. I never thought I would see that much of Felix. I mean why would I ever want to see his wet, practically naked, and not so shockingly buff body? No! Bad! Impure thoughts I should not be having about my...my…

Huh. What was Felix to me? On Neverland we were Lost Ones but that didn’t really fit here. I don’t know if I could exactly call us friends either. Roommates? Was that what we were now? We have been living together at our crappy camp all this time and now we’re staying in this mansion together. I guess that’s what we would call one another. Roommates.

I dropped my towel and pulled the clean robe tighter around me. My thumb traced over the M stitched on the breast. This house has no food, no toiletries, no clothes, not a single photo on any wall but yet there was a single monogrammed robe. Who was M? Who had lived here?

Those were questions for the morning. I sunk into bed and this time I did moan as I cuddled under the many thick blankets. Finally warm at last.

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#felix imagine #felix x reader #ouat felix #ouat #neverland #request #peter pan ouat #roommate au #i'm just gonna put this in the tags since it doesn't actually matter to the story but #they are in the sorcerer's mansion introduced at the start of season 4 #the place where they find all the blank story books and rumple and belle have their honeymoon #that's it. just let my kiddos have a warm place to sleep. they deserve it.

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secrettastemakerland · 4 years ago

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☕ Tea Party Tuesdays ☕

All this talk of Lion and him being canon makes me feel like he needs a fic. 🤔

So I wrote one! 😇

Includes Lion's perspective, a trashed Uzumaki household, a flirty (and comforting ❤) Naruto, Sir Older Brother Kawaki, a jealous Boruto, and Madame Himawari, the hostess of the tea party!

Now, please enjoy Tea Party Tuesdays! ~

Tuesdays were his favorite day of the week. Paws down.

Mondays were usually the busiest days of the week as Naruto, Kawaki, Boruto, and Himawari had to return back to work, missions, and school. He and Hinata were left with all the chores of the day and were easily tired out by the time the rest of the family made it back home. Helping Hinata was much easier now that he was officially 1 year. Especially since someone would randomly leave his toys around the house. He was still trying to solve that mystery.

And while Wednesdays and Thursdays were still super fun with family gardening time ™ and runs around the backyard, Tuesdays still had them beat. Not even the movie and cuddle filled Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays came close! (Though he loved them just as much. Especially with Naruto glaring at him from Hinata's other side as he knowingly stole the blond's cuddles. The man was too fun to mess with sometimes.)

He watched in his seat, specifically reserved for Tuesdays, as Himawari ran to the table and back with stuffed animals and accessories for each. The girl was already dressed in proper tea party fashion with a crown on her head, a pair of fairy wings on her back, and long tea gloves on each of her hands. Very high level fashion.

She had everything (and everyone) ready and had already placed his bowls on the placemat in front of him after their last disaster last week where he had been given tea cups and plates instead. (Luckily no one was the wiser and he was still invited to Hima's famous tea parties.)

When he was still about 5 months old, the Uzumaki children had invited him to his first tea party. He hadn't known what they were called due to all the sneaking around he and the kids had to do. And at first, Kawaki wasn't too sure about hiding him from their parents but one group of puppy dog eyes later, he was sitting at his first tea party!

He had been placed between the kids as they sat on the floor in a triangle as they decided on what to call him. It wasn't until the youngest sibling had yelled out "Lion!" that their decision was made . (It was the only name that had received a tail wag.) She and Boruto had argued about his new name for a while until Kawaki had ended it by saying he agreed. And with 2 against 1, the Naruto lookalike gave in.

When he had become an official part of the family, he had received a collar with "Lion Uzumaki" printed on it and everything!

He straightened his back and licked his lips as the blue haired girl made her way to sit at the table with a tray of cookies she had made in her Easy Bake Oven. Only gentlepups got cookies so he had to have the best behavior. (Not to brag but that was something he had learned at his 4th tea party so he was kind of an expert at these things.)

He licked his lips once more after Himawari had booped his nose as she placed the cookies on the opposite side of the table. "You can't eat them all, Sir Lion. We have to save some for Kawaki. Um, I mean Sir Kawaki." she lightly scolded as she placed a crown on his head.

She received a whine as she poured the rest of her guest their "tea". After a couple more whines, Himawari had of course relented. Curse those puppy dog eyes! "Ok! Only one. We have to save some for our other guests!"

He let out a happy "woof!" as the girl placed a cookie into his bowl.

Oh yeah. He loved Tea Party Tuesdays.

Meanwhile in the Uzumaki family living room...

"Are you sure you haven't found him yet?" Naruto asked his wife. He had just finished looking for the golden retriever in their shared bedroom and hadn't seen hair or hide of their beloved pet.

Lion had been missing for about 15 minutes and the Uzumakis were getting worried. They had already turned the living room, kitchen, and the bathrooms upside down in hopes of finding him. Maybe he thought they were playing hide and seek?

They were trying their very best in hiding this fact from Himawari, who was fortunately busy with Tea Party Tuesdays. Kawaki was currently at the store so they were down a pair of eyes. Hopefully though, the three could find him before the older teen came back.

Hinata shook her head as she closed the laundry room door behind her. "I know he likes to take naps in the laundry bin but he wasn't there." she sighed heavily. What if they never found him? What were they gonna tell Himawari and Kawaki?

Naruto's blue eyes softened as he made his way over to his wife. He grabbed and squeezed her in reassurance. "We'll find him. I promise."

Even if he acted like he didn't, Naruto cared about Lion just as much as the rest of his family did. And if he had to, he and millions of Shadow Clones would search for their dog all night.

Hinata looked up and smiled as she squeezed Naruto's hands back. She nodded in determination. If Naruto gave his word, then they will for sure find Lion.

And if they didn't, she was sure that Naruto would send tons of Shadow Clones into the night until they did.

The blond pulled her in closer and rubbed his nose against hers. "Has Bolt found him yet?"

Hinata smiled in amusement as Naruto continued to rub their noses together. "I'm not sure." she giggled slightly . "Maybe we should continue our search?" Hinata teased but asked seriously since Naruto showed no signs of stopping to try to cheer her up.

Her husband pouted slightly before he let go. Lavender eyes looked at him pointedly as if telling him "now's not the time". He only raised his hands in surrender and shrugged. "I got distracted."

He was glad that his flirtations brought Hinata back to her smiling, happy self but he wasn't too sure if they would have the same effect on Himawari and Kawaki if Lion was nowhere to be found.

Hinata rolled her eyes at him lovingly but before she could properly convince him to resume their search Boruto came in through the back door.

"Hi guys."

Naruto and Hinata shared a look before they glanced back at their second eldest. "Bolt, why are you covered in dirt?" Naruto questioned slowly as Hinata blinked in confusion.

His clothes and hair were smudged in soil and he even had some little pieces of mulch in his hair. Boruto was tasked to look out in the yard to see if Lion was sunbathing or had (possibly) escaped through a hole in the fence, not fight any Earth jutsu users.

The miniature blond sighed. "A bag of dirt fell on me in the shed. I grabbed at it thinking it was Lion. It wasn't Lion." he shook his head in embarrassment as a light blush stained his whiskered cheek. "Did you guys find him?"

The silence he was met with was telling enough.

Boruto pulled at his hair in frustration. "What are we gonna do now? What are gonna tell Hima and Waki? But most importantly, who's gonna tell Hima and Waki?" the dirt covered boy yelled in despair.

Boruto was close to tears. Not only was Lion missing, but they had to share the news with his siblings, who would heartbroken as well.

As the adults made moves to try to comfort their clearly distressed son, they heard the front door open and turned in it's direction slowly.

"Tell Hima and Waki what?" Kawaki stood in the doorway with grocery bags in each of his hands and a look of bewilderment on his face. His eyes glanced at the mess the three had left behind and then widened at the sight of his brother. "What happened to the house? And what happened to Bolt?"

...

Kawaki placed the grocery bags he had been holding the entire time on the kitchen counter and turned to his embarrassed family members. He laughed in amusement before he spoke. "You guys think Lion is missing?"

Naruto, Hinata, and Boruto looked at Kawaki like he was crazy. They had just finished explaining that when Boruto went looking for him to take the pup on a walk, he was nowhere in sight and now he was laughing instead of offering to help look?

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the teen pulled out a fake mustache out of his pocket, placed it on his face, grabbed one of the bags he had placed on the kitchen counter before he motioned for the extremely confused three to follow him.

Kawaki walked to Himawari's closed bedroom door and politely three times. "Madame Himawari, may I, and three other guests, please come in?"

Hearing poorly hidden giggles behind the door, everyone smiled unconsciously at their sunflower child's happiness.

Himawari took a second to clear her throat before she spoke in a fancy tone. "Yes, you may, Sir Kawaki." There was a slight pause before she added, "And guests."

Sir Kawaki, who was now in his tea party attendee mode, glanced back with a smirk before he opened the door.

With confused looks on their faces, Naruto, Hinata, and Boruto leaned on close to see...

"Sorry I was late, Madame Himawari. I was buying a gift." Kawaki said as he entered the bluenette's room and gave her the bag.

"Oooo! Cinnamon rolls! Perfect. Shukaku and Lion have been eating them all." she looked up from the pastries and shook her head at the dog seated across from her.

... Lion. They leaned in and saw Lion.

Standing there in his seat, specifically reserved for Tuesdays, Lion looked up happily from the tray of half eaten cookies and yipped in greeting to the rest of his family.

Himawari cupped a hand towards her new guests and whispered into it, "I think Lion's framing Shukaku."

Kawaki pat Lion in between the ears as he sat down in his own seat, which Himawari had left clear of any stuffed animals waiting for his arrival.

As the two kids continued on with the tea party, Naruto, who still stood in the doorway with Hinata and Boruto, got rid of his shock quickly.

Nudging Hinata with his elbow slightly, he said, "I told you we'd find him."

She let out a breathy laugh, all her worry washing away. "You did." She turned to him in curiosity. "Since when has Lion been apart of Tea Party Tuesdays?"

He tilted his head back at her. "I think the real question is when did Kawaki start wearing a fake mustache on Tea Party Tuesdays?"

Her eyes widened in realization. "I don't know."

Naruto nudged her again. "He looks good, though." his blue eyes shined down at his wife in mischief.

A loud cute snort was his reward. "Come on, we have to clean up the house before dinner." She used both her arms to force him to turn.

The blond nodded and headed toward the living room before he faced his wife with a smirk. "What do you say, Hime? Should I grow a mustache?"

Hinata lightly shoved him forward. "Don't start."

As Naruto and Hinata made their to fix up the house (bantering back and forth about Naruto and his wish for a mustache), Boruto fumed in his sister's doorway.

Obviously as her favorite brother, he should be the one wearing the fake stache!

"Hima! Why have you never invited me to Tea Party Tuesdays?" he pouted uncontrollably.

Himawari and Kawaki turned to their upset brother. Lion, who had resumed to eating the cookies, looked up as well.

The hostess of the tea party shrugged. "You never asked." She wrinkled her nose after noticing how filthy he was for the first time. "What happened to you?"

Kawaki snorted behind one of his fist. "Long story, sis."

Boruto blushed in embarrassment. "Did Kawaki ask?"

The boy in question straightened his fake mustache and smirked. "Since I'm her favorite brother, I didn't have to ask."

Blue eyes narrowed. Two could play that game.

Boruto walked calmly as he could to the table and sat down on his knees on the floor. "Pass the tea, please, Madame Himawari."

The girl squealed in delight and got up to find more tea cups and hopefully another chair.

While the two boys started another one of their 'Himawari loves me the most' arguments while the girl searched for more pieces in her tea set, Lion curled up into a ball, belly full of cookies, to take a nap.

And with the Uzumaki children's noises of laughter as background music, Lion fell asleep happily.

And with that, the surprise is finished!! 😆😆😆 I know the end wasn't that Lion based but we needed an end to Tea Party Tuesdays! 😝 Which are (clearly) famous in the Uzumaki household. From now on, Bolt is invited to all of Hima's TPTs so all's well that ends well!

And I'm not sure if Naruto would look good in a mustache or not but that was to go along with Kawaki and his fake stache. 😂🙈

Hopefully no one is too OOC?? 😅 I was especially nervous writing Kawaki but I wanted to include him in the fun!

#this took way too long #I added in some parts that I hadn't originally written down so that's good #I hope everyone enjoyed!! 😘😘😘#if anyone has any questions feel free to send an ask!#naruhina #sunshine family #kawaki uzumaki #✨ Lion Uzumaki!! ✨#sunshine family fic #ALSO please ignore the so clearly coffee emojis #pretend they're tea cups instead lol

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thewarriorandtheking · 3 years ago

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Once Upon a Time

This little story was inspired by the prompt from @writersmonth:

Prompt 25. Fairy Tale

I know it’s not August anymore, but it took me this long to get it where I wanted it (I just can’t write fast), and it turned out kind of cute. So I am posting it anyway...😎

This story features a very young Thorin Oakenshield...who must have led a very sheltered life as the future King of Erebor.

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Once upon a time, there was a great city under a mountain, and in it there lived a prince. Now, he was a very special prince, and the king took great pains to keep him safe. He decreed that he should not venture out of the city, but always remain under the mountain where he could be well guarded. The palace was large and beautiful, with rooms beyond counting, and the city was grand and orderly, with wide streets and plazas and fountains and many people coming and going. The prince was very happy there and never bored. He had his brother and sister to keep him company, and was kept very busy by his tutors. A curious boy, he was always exploring the halls of the palace, the side streets, the mine tunnels that went on and on. Sometimes he heard men talk about the Wild, the land outside the city, but when he asked if he could go there he was always told ‘When you are older.’

One evening the prince was walking back from his weapons class, swinging his sword, when he saw a group of workmen come out of a door he had never seen open before. The prince waited until they were out of sight, then crept closer. It was a very ordinary sort of door, the type that led to a closet or a boring storage room. He touched it and it swung silently inward. The workers had not closed it properly! He could see a long, low tunnel leading up. The prince thought he had explored every part of the palace, but this was new. He quickly stepped inside, feeling for the latch in the dark. Spotting a still glowing torch on the floor, he waved it to get it blazing again.

It was a small passage, just three men wide and a man and a half tall, the sides smooth and finished. He followed it a long way, it went up and up, sometimes very steeply, with several changes of direction. The prince began to wonder how long he had been walking, looked back the way he had come, and just at that moment the floor fell away in front of him. He grasped for something to break his fall as he tumbled down a short flight of stairs, then hit a door that gave way at his touch. Suddenly he was lying on something soft and damp, a dim silver light shining in his eyes. The air was sharp, he could smell damp earth and many other things he could not name. He lay still for a long moment, trying to comprehend where he was. It had to be the Wild, but it was stranger than he had ever imagined.

After a moment he sat up and saw a wall of smooth stone in front of him. The door had closed! This was very bad because doors that led to the Wild were invisible when closed. For some you needed a password, for others a key, but if you did not know exactly where the latch was you could never open it. The prince became very afraid. He was outside his city for the first time with no idea where he was! No one knew where he had gone, they might not find him for days. He felt like crying, but then he remembered that princes do not cry. Princes are strong, and decisive, and do not feel sorry for themselves.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” A low gravelly voice.

The prince looked around and saw a group of goblins materialize out of the shadows. They came up close around him, poked him with their swords.

“A Dwarfling!” One of the others sniffed. “Not much meat on it, but it will make a meal.”

“What’s it doing here?” Another asked. “Where’d it come from?”

Now you must know that goblins are cruel and wicked creatures. They live underground, the same as the prince’s people, and also mine and forge and can make clever things, but they are lazy and untidy in their ways. They have great love of gold and precious things, preferring to take them from others than to work at finding it themselves. The prince knew about goblins, all children were told the stories. He stayed silent, thinking furiously. He had his sword, but he could not defeat all of them. And if he tried to fight, they would kill him for sure. He had to think of another way to escape.

“It has fancy clothes,” another goblin said. “Maybe it has gold, too.”

“We can’t stop,” said goblin who had first spoken. “Tie it up and bring it along!”

The goblins tied his arms and legs, not very well, one of them slung the prince over his shoulder. They started down the mountain on a narrow path. You must remember, this was the first time the prince had been in the Wild and it was all very strange and new to him. This was the first time he had traveled under the open sky, heard the wind in the trees, seen the slopes of the mountain he had lived under all his life. He had heard about these things, but they were quite different in real life. The goblins seemed to be in a hurry, he saw the sky was turning grey and guessed the sun was soon to rise. The prince worked at his bonds, trying to loosen them, while he listened to their talk.

The goblins were from the Misty Mountains, where a great many of them lived. They were on their way to the Iron Hills on some errand and were not at all happy about it. They grumbled about having to go so far, and didn’t anticipate being well paid for their work. This gave the prince an idea.

“You will have gold, if you take me with you to the Iron Hills,” the prince told them. The goblin carrying him almost dropped him in surprise.

“I thought you gagged that thing!” Said the first goblin, who seemed to be the leader.

“You were the one in such a hurry,” grumbled the other. “Gold, you say?”

“Gold. Silver,” the prince said. “My father will pay a rich reward.”

“The only reward we will get is the loss of our heads,” replied the leader. “Which we will also lose if we are caught on this mountain. Now, gag the Dwarfling and let’s get moving!”

“I want to hear what it has to say,” said another goblin. “Might make this trip worth it.”

The prince looked at the goblins around him. He very much did not want to be eaten, and he had an idea how he might trick them. He could see he had their attention, now he had to come up with a story.

“My father is king in the Iron Hills,” he told them confidently. “I am a prisoner here, to force my father to keep an agreement and to pay tribute. By chance I found a tunnel that led here, but I have no way to get home.”

The goblins looked at each other. “If your father would pay to get you back, what would the King Under the Mountain pay to keep you, I wonder?” The goblin leader asked.

The prince let his eyes go wide, shaking his head. “You must take me to the Iron Hills! I cannot go back there! My father will pay double!”

“I say we eat him,” said the goblin who had been carrying him.

“Not so fast,” said the leader. “How do we know you’re telling the truth?”

“The sword you took from me,” the prince replied confidently. It had been a gift from the King of the Iron Hills, it was in their style. “And this ring.” He offered them the ring he had received for his eighth birthday.

The leader drew out the sword they had taken from him, another grabbed his ring. They stood examining them closely and talking amongst themselves, their captive momentarily forgotten. The prince had already freed his hands, pretending he was still tied he worked at the ropes on his ankles. As he listened to the goblins arguing he saw two things: the sky was turning pink and there was a wide road of stone just a short distance below him. He was fairly certain he could get to the road before the goblins caught him, but which way should he run?

The goblin’s voices had been getting louder, the leader wanted to take their captive to the King Under the Mountain, the goblin who had been carrying him was complaining they had nothing to eat for days, another wanted the ring. The prince took out his purse, which he still had because the goblins had been in too much of a hurry to search him. Inside were some gold coins and quite a few gems he had acquired by doing well in his lessons. The prince decided it was now or never. He tossed them into the circle of goblins and saw them go down in a heap, grabbing at the gems, punching and kicking at each other. Quick as he could he slid down the slope to the road, then hesitated. Where was his city?

A big black bird flew right by his head. “This way!” It called to him.

The prince ran after the bird, hearing the shrieks of the angry goblins. He didn’t dare look, just ran as fast as he could. Then he saw a flock of the black birds flying up the road towards him, and right at his pursuers. The prince looked back, the goblins were close behind, flailing at the cloud of black wings that surrounded them.

“Hurry, hurry!” The bird he was following came back and circled around. The prince put his head down and ran, his heart pounding in his chest. As you know, Dwarves are small, but also strong and fast. Over a short distance one can easily outrun a goblin, especially if there was a threat of being eaten.

As the sun was rising the prince ran out of the trees. There before him were the great gates of his city, sunlight just touching the top. They towered over the mountain vale, intricately carved, braziers lit, flanked by huge statues of his ancestors. The prince stopped and stared.

“Have you not seen it before?” Asked a voice at his feet. The prince looked down at the bird he had been following. He saw now it was a raven, wearing a necklace of fine golden rings.

“No. I have never been outside the gates. It’s beautiful,” he said. He looked back over his shoulder, there was no sign of the goblins. “Are we safe?”

“The sun is up,” said the bird, wagging its tail. “Now they will look only for somewhere to hide.”

The prince could see the road he was on led to the gate. Feeling much relieved, he started walking. The raven kept pace beside him.

“Thank you for your help,” the prince said. He knew that Kings used ravens to send messages, but he had never spoken to one. He guessed by the necklace this was a special bird.

“It is my honor, your highness,” the bird said. “Though you did most of it yourself.”

“I guess I did,” the prince smiled. He started to feel a bit proud of himself that he had escaped the goblins. “Who do I have to thank, noble bird?”

“I am Carc, chief of the King’s ravens,” the bird replied.

The prince told the raven all that had happened as they walked to the city gate. As he talked the prince began to realize how much trouble he was in. He was not supposed to be outside the city, he had lost his sword, and his ring. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been gone.

“What is wrong, your highness?” Carc asked.

“I’m in such trouble,” the prince said. “I will be sent to my room for a month!”

“Why would your father do that? These goblins kidnapped you, hoping to hold you for ransom,” replied the bird, blinking his eyes. “If there is fault, it is on those who left the door open for the goblins to find.”

This made the prince laugh. “Clever bird! I name you Carc the Wise, and I will bring you whatever treat you desire!”

“My only desire is that we meet again, your highness,” said Carc, bowing low. “In better circumstances.”

Upon his return to the palace, the prince did not get sent to his room after all. The story was already spreading through the city of how he had been kidnapped and cleverly made his escape. His father was especially proud, and told the story to everyone he met. The prince got to eat desert for breakfast, and his siblings were very jealous.

Sometime later, he was able to sneak into his grandfather’s study to give Carc a juicy mouse. When the prince was older, Carc showed him the paths of the mountain, and taught him the ways of the Wild.

But that is another story.

#thorin oakenshield #thorin fanfic #writersmonth2021 #prompt25 #the young prince #fairy tale #the hobbit #erebor #fanfiction #writing challenge

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bubblesuga · 4 years ago

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Ethereal - Prologue

Summary: Jimin is in need of a new destiny. His past failings only push him further into the slump that grows deeper and deeper by the second. How is he supposed to be a guardian if he continues flee? Genre: guardianangel!au, fairy tale!au, fluff, smut W/C: 1,398 Next Part - coming soon

Jimin’s eyes blink open, the blinding white lights of the room searing into his vision as he’s quick to rub away his sleep. He feels well rested, something he hasn’t felt for a single moment in his human form. Something about wandering around Earth was just so... exhausting. He could feel every human’s emotions as he passed by them.

That’s a good sign, though. It means that Jimin is very good at his job.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Hoseok says, his legs crossed over one another while he rests seemingly weightless on the fluffy chair beside Jimin’s bed. His wings lay stretched out behind him, fluttering against the wall. Jimin reaches backward and sighs in annoyance when he realizes his wings are still retracted. After hiding them for so long it’s difficult to set them free again.

“How long was I recovering?” Jimin asks, finally throwing off the blanket and pulling himself up. He glances down at his hands, visions of his time on Earth coming back to him in an instant. He flinches when he moves his eyes to his legs, spotting the ghost of a scar slowly fading away from existence. He should have slept longer.

“You’ve been back for a few hours. Jungkook and Taehyung rushed you in as soon as you got here, told me to wait for you to wake up.” The book in Hoseok’s hands floats away, closing itself and placing it right back on the bookshelf at the end of the room.

Jimin rubs his face, “What is it with Humans and getting themselves nearly killed?”

Hoseok chuckles, “They’re dumb creatures sometimes.”

Hoseok’s smile tells more of his times on Earth than he’s willing to say. He’s a decorated guardian, earning praise and recognition for his time spent guiding the Humans on the path they deserve. Jimin has always looked up to his superior, wondering what it would be like to one day earn the same title as him. With every Human he helps, he gets a little closer to his goal.

Jimin scoffs, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, “I always get the ones who think guns and partying are their paths. Why can’t I just be assigned a human child who still has their whole life ahead of them, huh?”

Hoseok rushes to Jimin’s side as he tries to stand, using his hands to steady Jimin at the waist, “You must remember that you’re being sent to help those who need it.”

“I can’t help everyone.” Jimin sighs, and as he blinks he sees visions of Earth yet again. Poor Sasha, the look of devastation on her face while the police hauled her away was something Jimin will never forget, but he has to try.

“Some people’s paths are set in stone,” Hoseok runs his hands through the younger one’s hair, smoothing the remnants of sleep that show in the tufts that stick out, “unfortunately for us we are unaware of what fate has in mind. You can only do your best and hope that fate decides to be kind.”

Jimin takes a shaky step forward, Hoseok steps back. The younger one reaches his arms to the sides and with it comes his wings. They’re slightly wilted, evidence of being hidden for so long. A few feathers drift downward and Jimin lets out another sigh, one of both relief from being able to spread his wings yet again, and one of despair as he bends down to pick up one of the feathers.

“Am I losing my touch?” He asks quietly, feeling his friend step beside him. A comforting arm is wrapped around his waist, and Jimin looks up at Hoseok with his eyebrows creased. What happens if he continues to fail? His entire being is dedicated to helping humans, he’s an Angel for Heaven’s sake! What will become of him if he can’t do the one thing he’s destined to do?

Hoseok gives a reassuring smile, “We need to find you a case that’ll change the course you’re set on, and I’m pretty sure Namjoon knows of a few that will be perfect for you.”

Jimin huffs, “You want to ask him? Really?” Jimin is pretty sure his losing streak is due in part to Namjoon insisting hopeless cases on him. That is one of Namjoon’s best characteristics, though. He’s very good at seeing a Human’s potential.

Hoseok giggles as he leads the younger one out of the door, Jimin shuddering as he feels the coolness of the floor against his bare feet. The long corridor seems smaller than he remembers, but nothing could ever compare to the claustrophobia of an elevator. Never again, he swears.

When they enter Namjoon’s office, Jimin realizes that the decor has changed from the last visit. Namjoon has grown a new obsession with rain forests, and the scent of rain fills Jimin’s nostrils. Interesting choice. The glowing orb that carries the voices of the unheard continues to spin the center of the room, although now it is surrounded by greenery and has water streaming beneath it.

“Jimin! You’re back!” Namjoon grins, ripping Jimin’s attention away from the new decor, “I’ve missed you!”

Despite how disastrous this last case went on Namjoon’s recommendation, Jimin can’t help but smile at his friend, rushing to hug the taller one. Namjoon embraces Jimin, and he feels his heart grow. This is his home, he’s meant to be with the angels around him.

Maybe guardianship isn’t for him, maybe he’ll be a delegate like Namjoon and Yoongi. Maybe that is what fate wants for him.

“I’ve missed you too, it’s good to be back.” Jimin grins, his eyes disappearing behind the apples of his cheeks. Namjoon grins, “Did you have a good time on Earth?”

Jimin glares, “I’m sure you saw what happened.”

Namjoon’s face drops, “Hey, there wasn’t anything you could have done in that situation. She was reluctant to follow you.”

“If I had just presented myself in a way that could get through to her, I could have-” Jimin is cut off by Hoseok, who had been standing quietly beside his friend, “Listen to Namjoon, Jimin. He knows what he’s talking about.”

Hoseok clears his throat, rubbing his friend’s back comfortingly, “Jimin needs a new case. Something different.”

Namjoon scratches the back of his head, turning to the orb, “I’m not sure how I feel about sending you out so soon after getting back.”

Jimin tilts his head, “You mean you already have someone in mind?”

Namjoon bares his teeth in a guilty smile, placing his fingers upon the orb and spinning it counter-clockwise. Jimin raises an eyebrow as a blurry image begins to form atop the orb. Suddenly, the image focuses on a young girl, mid-twenties at most. Jimin steps closer to the orb and watches the movements of the human, his eyes trained on the way her lips fall into a frown while she runs an eraser over her work again. He doesn’t recognize the job that the human is performing, which is certain to mean that he’s going to be consuming a lot of knowledge within the next couple days.

Something about her intrigues him, though. Could it be the way she seems so still in a space that is surrounded with chaos? Jimin can already tell she’s devoted to her craft which is different, admirable. He hasn’t had a case that’s involved someone so far into a career.

“24 year old female, architect. In need of an assistant at her place of work, and some major emotional reform.” Namjoon explains, and Jimin tears his eye away from the orb in question.

“The girl needs to find love. Help her learn to manage her time, tell her not to be afraid. Support her on this journey.” Namjoon clarifies, and Jimin turns back wordlessly to the girl.

She tosses her head back and groans, gaining the attention of the coworkers passing by her. Her hands reach forward and she crumples up the paper in front of her, desperate to start another page.

This will be good for Jimin.

“I’ll take her.” Jimin says, and Hoseok jumps up in glee.

“Ah, I knew you still had it in you. You’ll do amazing, Jiminie!” Namjoon says, ruffling the hair that Hoseok so elegantly fixed earlier.

Jimin chuckles softly, turning his attention back to her. This is the one, he’s sure of it.

#park jimin #jimin #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader fluff #park jimin x reader smut #jimin x reader fluff #jimin x reader smut #bts scenarios #jimin x yn #jimin scenario

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ask-anti-cosmo · 4 years ago

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Anti-Cosmo X reader: why can't I have you?

I walked down the street, not being seen at all by my anti-magic. I didn’t mind, as I dodged people with ease, using my wings to flout around quickly. I came across a stripper bar and looked at it curiously.

“Hmm, Never actually been in one of these before…can’t be too many truly fortunate souls in here…especially among the employees…” I said thoughtfully before smirking.

I slipped through the door and rushed pasted the bouncer to the bathroom for a bit of privacy. I changed into a human form, but kept my clothing, hair and eye color the same. I made my monocle into glasses as well before walking out.

My newly tanned skin flashed from the lights that emitted around the large room. The booming music wasn’t as loud to my human ears so I was grateful of that. The room reeked of a mixture of Perfume and cologne (among other things), but with my nose, I am able to pushed all of it and began to sniff out the most misfortunate soul in this dumpster fire.

I walked around, glancing at the dancing bodies with a neutral expression. There were many delicious smells. Lonely divorcee’s, trying to forget. Men who just wanted to feel loved but don’t know how. Then there’s the strippers. Most just have the job to get by, and many have creepy men try to touch them or do other inappropriate things to them.”

I smirked, eyeing the best candidates, when suddenly, a strong whiff of something incredibly delicious hit my nose, making my mouth water almost immediately start to water. “Who is that…?” I said quietly, looking around.

“Her name is ______.” The man next to me said, making me look to where he was looking. That’s when I saw a girl strut out on stage, provocative music starting to play as she danced. It was definitely her. And she smelled so delicious.

While all attention was on her, I stepped back and shed my human appearance and became invisible to the world once again. I came up on stage and observed the woman called _______. I assume it to be a striper name considering the amount of attention she was getting. No doubt she wouldn’t want to take that home.

I continued to smell her misfortune, recognizing each scent. “Stalkers…terrible boss…barely making ends meet…” I whispered. “This woman…has had a terrible life!” I grinned wickedly. I thought I smelled something a little off about her, but I ignored it, her scent was too delicious to concern myself with little oddities.

I walked by the door of the dressing room, ignoring everyone who passed me. _______ came in once her shift was done, and after she got her clothes on quickly, she started walking out to a junky looking car. I laughed the myself and continued to follow her to the apartment she called home. After seeing her stand in front of what I assumed was her door to unlock it, I rushed to her neighbor’s house and froze all of the inhabitants, which just seemed to be a poor college student. Either way, I regained my human form and walked out.

“Oh, hello! I’m your neighbor’s new flatmate!” I grinned at her, making her flinch.

“Oh…hello, nice to meet you.” She smiled with a nod.

“What’s your name?” I asked friendly.

“Uh…_______.” she said, giving a different name than what I heard at the club.

“I see, Well I’m Cosmo! It’s nice to meet you!” I grinned with a wave.

“Yeah…you too…” she nodded and rushed into her home.

I slipped back into the apartment I froze and bopped the college boy’s head. “I am your new flatmate. My name is Cosmo Cosma, and you’ve known me for years. I work in retail, and am a law major, which is why I’m gone so often. I come from a rich family that makes me work hard.” I told him, making up a back story just in case ________ asks about me to him when I’m not a around. I threw a couple other suggested thoughts in his head about me for good measure before unfreezing him.

“So, we’re roomies now huh? Let’s try not to annoy each other, right?” I smiled friendly.

He blinked at me and looks around at the room I made appear. “Oh…right yeah.” He laughed. “So uh, want to swim Netflix?”

“Sorry old chap, I’ve got homework, maybe next time.” I smiled and waved.

“Come on man, you just moved in, we need a little house warming party!” he grinned, sitting up. Obviously he was coming out of the frozen haze and acting more like his old self.

“I have a test this week and cannot fail.” I lied with a huff. I quickly slipped into the bedroom I made for myself. “maybe tomorrow!”

I listened to the door a minute before being sure he had let it go. I sighed in irritation before becoming an anti-fairy again and slipping through the vent in a tiny form, going straight to ________’s.

I came into her house to see her eating Ramen while reading a textbook. So she’s going to school too then eh? There’s a misfortune I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I started to wonder if I should just observe her for a bit before showing myself, but the smell of her bad luck was starting to drive me crazy. I stayed in my small form and got inside a magic 8 ball that was just out of her focused sight. Cliché perhaps, but has a good dramatic flair. As well as it let’s me diagnose the extent of her feelings of her misfortune.

I rocked the ball slightly to get her attention. She stared at the ball a minute before reaching for it curiously. “Where did this come from…?” she frowned and looked at it.

“Go on, ask it something~” I grinned to myself in anticipation.

“Reina must have left it here or something.” She sighed and set it down, making me pout.

I rocked the ball slightly some more, making her look at it again. “…if Reina brought in another cursed item…” she glared before reaching for the ball.

I rolled it out of her reach, making it fall on the floor and crack open, releasing me in a puff of smoke.

_______ jumped back from surprise as I gained a larger form. I grinned my fangs at her charmingly, waving my wand about. “Double double toil and trouble, something burdened this way come~”

“What the…oh no a genie?? Get back in there, I want nothing to do with you!” she huffed.

“Oh no no my darling, I’m an anti-fairy!” I told her sweetly. “I’m here to help you! I have no wish limit, and my only wish is to make your life better!” I told her.

“Better…?” she frowned.

“Yes! I’ve looked into your life and seems what a miserable one it is, and I’m here to help!” I grinned.

“…Actually, I’m good.”

I froze in shock. “you…what??” I asked in confusion.

“I said I’m good. No help needed.” She shrugged.

“But…love you’re eating ramen!”

“I like ramen.” She shrugged.

“You work at a strip club!”

“I have a job. Better than my leech neighbor. I’m independent. I betcha his new roommate is rich or something.”

“But what about your deadbeat boss??”

“You said it, but so long as he pays me there’s no problems.”

“but you could have a better job, with better pay and a better boss!”

“I know, I’m working on it.” She pointed at her textbook.

“Oh come now love, surely there’s something you need! You’ve had a lot of misfortune's in your life!”

“Yeah, I have, but I’m over them thank you.” She huffed. “I’m grateful I can go to school, have a job, and my own place. No regrets here.”

I couldn’t believe it, anyone who I’ve made that offer to would have jumped on that chance so hard, yet this woman, who had so little, who’s life no one would want, just told me no.

“I…I see…” I nodded. “Well then…if you ever do need anything, you just shake my magic eight ball, okay? I’ll come super fast and fix everything for you, alright?”

“I don’t need it, but okay.” She shrugged, making me feel upset that I couldn’t have her right away, but I went back into the ball, hoping she’d at least entertain the idea. I watched her study for hours before going to bed, making the world so quiet and alone for me.

She left for school the next morning, barely giving my ball a glance. While she was gone, I slipped back to my flat mates again. He wasn’t home, but that didn’t last long. I sat on the couch, feeling very confused.

“Heeeeey! Cosmo my man!” he grinned. “whats up, you study so hard your brain stopped working again?”

“Uh…well …” I was so confused I could barely speak or think. “I…had a fight with my girlfriend is all…”

“You okay?” He frowned. “You need a drink…?”

I have never had human alcohol, never been interested in it. It’s a depressant, so it’s usually a problem of victims of mine, but never had it before. In my shock and confusion, I looked up at the man I had decided to live with and said. “Alright…I need something strong.” I nodded and stood up.

“Awesome! I know just the place for a heavyweight like you!” He grinned and slapped my back.

“Wait…isn’t drinking a nightly game or something?” I asked curiously.

“Nah man! Noon is close enough am I right?” He grinned.

“Uh…I suppose…” I shrugged and followed him. That’s when I realized I didn’t know his name. Maybe people will know him at this pub and I can just pick it up from them.

He took me to a pub where we sat down at the bar. “Hey Henry! Got a heavyweight here!” He grinned. “Got that stuff?”

“So long as he’s willing to sign a waiver.” The bar keeper came up.

“Give it.” I told him. “I’ve been rejected in a way that is so foreign to me I can barely think straight.”

“Okay shakespear.” The Bar keep handed me a paper to sign, just saying I know this is strong enough to possibly kill a horse, but me being immortal, I couldn’t care less.

I was given a small glass of neon green liquid.

“Take it slow, you really can’t chug it all at once, got it?” The bar keep told me. I almost chugged it anyways, but decided to take his advice, just so no one would suspect.

I sipped some and swallowed hard. It was definitely powerful, almost painful. “Wow…” I inhaled.

“Feel like falling on your butt?” My flatmate asked with a grin.

“Just about…” I chuckled, showing my fangs.

“Man, your teeth will never not freak me out I think.” He laughed, making me feel a little self-conscious about them, an unfamiliar feeling.

“Can’t help what I was born with.” I decided to say. “Mum wanted to file them down, but I am quite proud of them.”

“Yeah…well, helps with the vampire obsessed ladies am I right?” He chuckled.

“Those are the nuts though aren’t they?” I smirked, taking another sip.

“Crazy ones are the hot ones.” He nodded, grabbing a beer.

“Fair that is, man.” I nodded and held my glass to his bottle and he clicked the glass in agreement. “This stuff is nice, why have I never tried this before…?” He asked, looking at the strong alcohol.

“Have I never taken you here before?” He asked.

“Mmm…no…say what’s your name?” I asked him, already feeling slightly loopy.

“Huh? Dude did you forget my name already?” He laughed. “That stuff must be strong! I’m your bro, Ricky!”

“Right right, Micky…” I nodded and took another sip. “Oooooh this stuff is amazing…”

“You’re going to have one heck of a hanghover!” Ricky laughed at me.

“Oh no I won’t, I’m not a mortal like you.” I smirked at him.

“Oh yeah, are you a real vampire, been lying to me?” He grinned.

“No you idiot, I’m an anti-Fairy! I’ve got magic and everything!” I told him and tried to find my wand but gave up since I couldn’t even find my pockets. “Oh goodness my fingers feel numb…”

“You’re so drunk, that’s hilarious!” Ricky grinned. “Maybe we should cut you off now.”

“You take this drink from me and I will suck your blood.” I threatened. “Let me finish it first.”

“…Alright then, no need to threaten. Of all the things to declare I’m surprised Fairy is one of them…”

“Oh no, don’t you compare me to them! I am an ANTI-Fairy, not fairy.” I told him sternly.

“Uh…okay man, what’s the difference…” Ricky asked looking somewhat nervously.

I leaned close to his face. “EVERYTHING.”

He stayed quiet until I was done with my drink, then he helped me home.

“I guess I’ll just take you to your room then, huh?” He asked.

I just followed him along, not saying anything until we passed by _______’s apartment. “…Why can’t I have her…?” I asked sadly.

“Who? Your girlfriend?” Ricky asked, bringing me into our apartment.

“Not my girlfriend…I asked and she said no…no ones ever told me no…I have so much to offer, why can’t she see that…?” I continued.

“She will man, you’re worthwhile!” Ricky assured. “You’re handsome, rich, hard worker. Anyone would want you! Heck, if you were a girl I’d want you!” He chuckled.

I grabbed his shoulder harshly and looked him in the eye. “You don’t have to be female…” I said, eyeing him hungrily.

“W…w-wait what? Ow!” He recoiled from my grip on his shoulder. “L-look man, if you swing both ways that’s fine by me, but I’m not-”

“Don’t you make fun of me because I am in no mood to be denied again!” I glared and took out my magic wand, pointing it right at his face. “Especially when you haven’t heard the whole deal.”

“D-deal…?” Ricky squeaked, putting his hands up defensively.

“I crave misfortune. And even though I have a different target, she’s proving to be more difficult than expected. Your misfortune is brought on by your own laziness but that certainly won’t stop me from making a deal. I can grant you anything you wish for your blood.”

“B…blood? So it’s blood you want?” He asked, looking slightly relieved.

“Of course I want blood, do you think these fangs are for decoration?!” I hissed.

“N-no you just…uh…the conversation just kind of…went in a weird direction is all…” He laughed awkwardly. “Um…what do you mean grant me any wish…?”

“Fairies may have rules, but Anti-Fairies do not. I can grant you anything you’d like, in exchange for your blood.” I told him.

“You can make me rich?” He asked hopefully.

“Bigger the wish, the more blood I need.” I told him. “And I’ve used a lot of magic lately, I need blood soon.”

“…How about an easy job with little hours that pays a lot?” He asked.

“Is that what you wish?” I rose an eyebrow at him.

“…Do I have to say I wish or something?”

“I’m not so picky! Just say its what you want!” I growled, feeling impatient and drunk.

“I-I wish I had an easy, short hours, but high paying job!” He said quickly.

I Lunged into his shoulder, swallowing as much blood as I could in a few gulps before backing away and finally having the energy to wave my wand. Equipment filled the apartment, making him look around confusedly, but holding his shoulder in pain.

“W…what’s all this…?” He looked around.

“Your career. Congratulations, you’re a DJ.” I told him, breathing hard and wiping my mouth.

“A DJ?? They make good money?”

“Can make 500$ In a single night.” I shrugged.

“Whoa, seriously??”

“You bet. And a gig could only be a couple hours long. Not to mention the chance to party..”

“Dude that’s awesome! Thanks Cosmo!”

“ANTI-Cosmo.” I huffed. “I’m sick of not being called by my full name.”

“Oh…okay then AC.”

I took a deep breath. “That’s fine…You’d better look into your new profession, I’m off to bed.”

Ricky got up and started getting familiar with his new equipment while I walked into my bedroom. His blood gave me energy, but it was more than less than satisfying. I tried to let the idea of Ricky having a terrible time getting a gig with his new job, or just fail by not doing the job well. It didn’t really help my mood, and to make it worst, the vent came on, bringing _______’s scent with the cool air.

I slumped against the door, breathing in her scent longingly. That’s when I caught the whiff of something strange, the same scent that She had before but I ignored. It was something That I usually run from the minute I smell it on someone. I really should have known after talking to her, hearing what she had to say. I finally identified the smell through the thick fog of misfortune.

Gratitude.

She has a miserable life, but because of her being grateful for what little she does have, there’s no way I could touch her, not without risking debt to her that she’d hang over my head. I’ve made that mistake once before, taking blood then expecting wishes that almost didn’t come. Creates an Anti-magic build up, which is so very not good for one such as me.

I considered attempting to try to make her life worst. Fail her in classes, make her lose her job, anything she was happy about. I know that people like that are hard to crack though, it wouldn’t be worth the effort I think. I suppose I’m stuck with what’s-his-name in there for now. I’ll keep an eye on _______ in the meantime, but I need to focus on my need for misfortune in order to not grow too weak. It’s been slim lately, and I have to do something for my food. As undesirable as it is.

#tumblr cut the story #will be a part two despite this originally being just a long one #next part starts at a time skip #i liked the idea of him being knocked down a peg #even though i love his all powerful trickster vibe #Anti-Cosmo #anti fairies #misfortune #fairly odd parents

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rayghosts · 4 years ago

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wingman

"So, which one am I talking to?" Holly asked, looking up at the human boy stepping out of the shuttle.

The human smirked and answered, "The dreamier one."

Holly sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hey, Orion."

"So you admit I'm the dreamier one?"

"If the dream is a nightmare, maybe," Holly muttered. She craned her head around his body to look at the empty shuttle behind him. "No Butler?"

"Ah, Butler," Orion began dramatically, and Holly groaned as she realized he was about to burst into poetry again.

"Such a fine and loyal knight. He is as sturdy and reliable as a mountain, but alas, mountains are not meant to be buried in small spaces. He suffocates under the pressure of walls closing in around him, both metaphorical and physical."

"You're saying he has claustrophobia?"

"What is claustrophobia? Is that a fear of San D'Klass?"

Holly shook her head. "Let's just get you to the clinic," she said.

"As you say, my princess."

"Don't call me that."

"As you say, my...Holly."

As they walked, a fair number of heads turned their way. The sight of a human in Haven tended to do that. At least it wasn't nearly as much attention as when Artemis first started his therapy; by now, most fairies had gotten used to seeing him or his alter around.

The majority steered clear of the pair, except for one. A goblin came close and brushed against Holly, and suddenly, her pocket felt lighter.

"Hey!" she called out and turned around to catch the pickpocket, but the reptilian individual had already gotten on all fours and was fleeing swiftly.

She wasn't sure if Orion was aware of the theft or not, but as soon as he saw her angry, a scowl adorned his own features, and he ran after the goblin yelling, "Return at once, you evildoer!" He didn't reach far before Holly pulled him back.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked her, "The dragonborn is getting away!"

Holly didn't bother correcting him on the species. She pursed her lips and watched the goblin escape while her brain made a split second decision. She was supposed to be escorting the boy to Argon's clinic, but she couldn't just let the thief get away with her wallet. Even if Orion was more nimble than Artemis, Butler would kill everyone and then himself if she got a scratch on him, so she made up her mind.

"Stay here," she ordered Orion. "I'll be right back."

"Then I shall eagerly await your return," the boy called after her while she pursued the thief.

He obediently stayed and watched her turn a corner and disappear from sight. His wait lasted for about ten seconds before he got bored and began to wander around.

A draft of wind piqued his curiosity. He followed its source and gasped. "What majestic wings you have!" he exclaimed, looking at the sprite flapping his wings before him.

"Thanks," the sprite replied goodnaturedly, turning around to face him. As soon as he saw who the speaker was, the fairy's smile vanished, and he hovered back nervously. "A human! You must be him--Artemis Fowl!"

"My green-skinned compadre, you are mistaken," Orion informed him. "While I do share his face, I am not Artemis. I am his more chivalrous alter ego, Orion Fowl."

The sprite landed on the ground with a frown. "Oh, yeah. Atlantis Complex. I've heard."

"Correct. El Complex Atlantis. A disorder that sounds like it might also be the title of a very catchy song." He inclined his head and asked, "What about you? By what name shall I adress you by?"

"Chix," the sprite introduced himself. "Chix Verbil."

"Chix Verbil," Orion repeated. "You must be an excellent flyer with those wings."

Chix's expression turned sad, and he sighed. "Not really," he admitted, rubbing his wing. "At least, not anymore."

Orion noticed the coarse circle on the sprite's wing. "That spot..."

"A scar," Chix confirmed. "My wing got torn a few years back. It's healed, but never the same." Another sigh. "The ladies used to love it..."

Orion's expression hardened. "Now, that's just nonsense," he said. "Scars should not detract from your physical charm. They are the signs of a warrior's journey! If anything, they make you more appealing to the females."

Obviously, the praise was enjoyed by Chix, but he still raised a sceptical eyebrow. "You know a thing about ladies?"

Orion smiled and replied, "I consider myself the proud owner of all Artemis's smoothness potential. By the way, have you done something with your skin? It looks especially emerald today."

Chix chuckled, pleased, and fluttered his wings. "Wow. You're way more likeable than the other you."

Orion's smile fell, and he sighed wistfully. "If only Holly thought the same."

"Holly?" Chix prodded. "The cute Recon babe?"

"She is, indeed, what one would call a cute babe," Orion agreed, sitting on the ground so he and Chix could be at the same level. "Sadly, as much as it causes my heart despair, she does not love me back."

"That's understandable. Holly's a tough catch. I've worked with her for a while, and she was always too much of a prude to go out with me."

"You take that foul word back," Orion said passionately, pointing an angry finger at Chix's face. "Holly should not be pressured into any kind of date. She is perfect enough existing and exuding beauty by her own."

"You're right," Chix said, sounding remorseful. "I shouldn't have said that about her. She did save my life."

"She saves many lives," Orion said, his expression returning to its wistfulness. "An elegant princess, yet such a fierce warrior at the same time."

Chix smirked. "You have a thing for her?"

Orion's reaction was to become somber. "I have long ago accepted that she does not return my feelings," he said. "I only wish she does not hate me."

"Woah, hey, she couldn't hate you," Chix said, eyes wide.

"She does," Orion insisted. "She only cares about Artemis. I am nothing but an annoyance." He slumped. "It is not my fault Artemis is too anxious of our Complex to come out."

"I know Holly. She doesn't hate anyone," Chix argued. "Maybe she's just annoyed because you come off too strong. Girls prefer a tease."

Orion frowned. "Why would anyone tease emotions? I tell my feelings as they are. Though, it does not matter. Even if my awesome and beautiful warrior princess did like me back, Artemis would never approve of pursuing anything with her." He looked at his feet--Artemis's feet--and added, "I understand why. My existence is not eternal. Once Artemis is healed, I will be gone forever."

Chix remained awkwardly quiet. His wings twitched nervously as he wondered what comforting thing he could possibly say.

"That's a big oof from me," he ended up saying, which wasn't a comforting thing.

"Indeed," Orion agreed. "A fail gamer moment for me."

Chix patted his arm. "Hey, I'm sure you can find someone to love before you disappear," he said and shrugged. "I mean, there's plenty of other fish in the sea who would totally love your smooth flirting. Some Artemis might even approve of."

Orion mulled over this for a moment, then slowly nodded. "You're right," he said, his conviction strengthening. "Perhaps none as beautiful as Holly, but if Artemis wants any chance at romantic love, he needs my help. Gods know he's hopeless by himself."

Chix laughed. "That's the spirit," he said, nudging his shoulder.

Orion smiled. "And you, my winged friend. You do not need excellent flight to find a match for you in heaven."

"Wow, you really are smooth," Chix said, a dark green blush dusting his cheeks.

The call of Orion's name brought both males' attention around to Holly, who was coming their way. "There you are," she said to the human as she approached. "I thought I told you not to move."

"Holly," Orion greeted enthusiastically. "My beautiful prin..." He caught her expression and quickly amended, "My friend."

Hearing that from him made Holly smile, which in turn made Orion happy. The elf noticed Chix and greeted, "Hey, Verbil. How's that wing doing?"

Chix hovered a few inches off the ground and smiled. "It's doing great."

Holly met Orion's eyes and gestured with her head. "Well? You coming?"

Orion stood to leave, but Chix quickly said, "Yo, dude--I liked talking with you. Maybe we should exchange contact information. You know, just to chat."

Orion grinned and responded, "I would love that."

Holly looked between the two of them, her eyebrows raised. "You two are friends?" A second later, she hastily added, "Never mind, I don't want to know."

Orion winked at Chix. "I believe we would make excellent wingmen to each other."

"You would," Holly said, and the scary thing was that she meant it.

#fowlfest2020 #artemis fowl #orion fowl #chix verbil #holly short #fanfiction #fanfic #mine

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lablass-2882 · 4 years ago

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Broken Bridge Snip It. Part 5.

Yo! So... how are y’all doing? I got nothing to say other then that I’m about half way through Wild’s chapter and thought that this was too good to not share a bit early.

Anyhoooww. Here is a snip it of Wild’s chapter.

Enjoy.

How in all of Hyrule and the lands beyond Wind, Hyrule, and Four managed to sneak off Wild will never know.

But he desperately wants to!

He hates being grounded. Well, maybe not grounded. If he was grounded, he thinks it would be more like when he gets “grounded” to stay at the campsite while the others get to explore. No, he wasn’t grounded he was given a much worse fate.

Babysitting Twilight……

Who, he was currently having a glare-off with.

The aqua fairy…. Wild had forgotten her name…. had told Twi to sit still while the new magic bandages healed his leg and arm. And Time being Time. Told Wild to sit with him while he and the other went off to find the missing Links.

IE. Wind, Hyrule, and Four were off having fun while Wild was stuck with Twi-sitting duty.

Moreover, Twi was pissed that the fairy had told him no shapeshifting for at least another two days. Which meant no Wolfie for another two days. Which meant Wild had to deal with an extra grumpy Twilight for another two days. Great…..

Wild did have fun watching Twilight get scolded for being reckless. Normally, it’s the other way around, and Twilight is the one scolding Wild over reckless stuff. It was a nice change of pace, Wild admitted. For once, he wasn’t the one in trouble.

HEY. Quit it, both of you!

The fairy snapped her fingers to draw their attention. Neither of you are going anywhere until those bandages stop glowing. And unless I am mistaken…. Both of you have glowing bandages. She tapped her foot against the ground and glared daggers into the heroes. Wild felt like she could glare down a Lynel if she wanted to.

Both heroes groaned in defeat. Twilight uttering out a quiet, Yes Ma’am under his breath.

“Ten rupees that Legend will find Hyrule before War finds Wind.” Twilight signs once the fairy’s back is turned.

“Naw, 20 says that War drags Wind back here before Legend can even pick up Rule’s scent.”

“Rule’s scent? And you’re on.”

“I swear that bunny boy got a nose for Hyrule related trouble”

“How did you even find out about that?”

“Sky talks in his sleep.”

“Ah”

“Can I-“

“No!”

“Awww”

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Welp. I’m bored, Wild thought to himself.

Very bored. Uggghhh.

So… very… bored…..

Time seemed to drag on for Wild. He swore that he saw the clock stop twice now. He didn’t even have his slate to mess around with. What was taking the others so long!

It’s hasn’t even been an hour, Wild. You're fine. Twilight sighed.

“That clock stopped twice! And… Are you even looking at me?”

Twilight peeked open an eye to look at Wild, who huffed at him in annoyance.

“What?”

“They’re taking too long. War or Legend should have been back by now.”

“It’s fine, Wild. Time said he’d come and grab us if anything goes sideways.”

“And these bandages are itchy!”

“You say that about every bandage.”

“Doesn’t make it less true.”

Twilight sighed. Try to relax, will ya. Proxi said that we have another 30 minutes before the healing magic is done. You can wait till then.

“I’m BORED!”

Take a nap.

“You sound like Sky.”

Do not.

“Do to”

Not

“TO”

Hey! I said quit it you two! The fairy snapped back at them before returning to her work.

Wild groaned and tossed around on his cot. Flipping and spinning around like an irate cat. He hated being bored. The only thing worse than boredom was being sick. He threw a pillow over his head, letting out the loudest groan he could muster.

Twilight huffed. Groan all you want, we’re both grounded for the time being.

Wild turned to look a Twilight. His eyes were closed agian and he had settled into his “sleep-brooding” stance. Shoulder hunched with crossed arms, head down, and a slight scowl across his lips. Twilight's leg was probed up on a pillow and his injured arm was held in a sling. Wild felt a tinge of guilt settle in his gut. In truth, Wild’s own bandages stop glowing about 10 minutes ago. Twilight’s were still bright with color and almost hummed with a magic aura.

Was he really that hurt?

Wild didn’t remember much of what happened after the horns sounded. He was too focused on the fight back the incoming hoard of monsters. He and Twi had been back-to-back while on the bridge. Slicing anything that got close and blasting anything else with a shock arrow for good measure. One second they were tag-teaming a monster, the next…..

The next…..

Well, Wild didn’t want to think about what happened after the explosion….

He had enough nightmares to think about and he really doesn’t need anymore. Especially not, ones where he watches Twilight fall into an inky black abyss or gets burnt alive in a wildfire. He shuttered. The fire ones were the worst.

In all honesty, Wild didn’t remember much after he fell into the water. Rule told him that he hit his head while in the river. And Legend told him that he almost drowned too. Yeah… another near-death experience to add to his ever-growing list of them.

Wild huffed and turned over to lie flat on his stomach. He was really tired of the universe trying to kill him. Couldn’t the universe go bother Dark Link for a while? He’s the one that’s messing with the timeline or… whatever… He deserves some trouble too.

No…… Wild thought to himself…. That’s mean….. Zelda said that it’s rude to wish death onto others…. Even your enemies.

It was at that exact moment, as Wild debated the ethnicity of wishing an entity of itchy bandages on your enemy, that….. he heard a squeak.

A very loud squeak…..

Wild looked down towards the source of the noise.

It looked like…. Like a…. multicolored mouse….?

Wait….

Is that FOUR!

His jaw in the floor, or pillow rather as he watched a mouse size Four run across the floor.

HOW! In the… all of Hylia! Was Four moose sized?!

Can the hero’s spirit just randomly do that!?

Wait… can he do that?

Question for another time.

Right now, Wild had to move. Four was already across the room and ducking underneath the door that led out the back of the medical wing. Wild followed him instantly. He had to know what in Hyrule was going on.

If Twilight was shouting at him; he certainly didn’t hear it.

Wild followed moose Four as best he could. The little fella was quick and damn near impossible to see. Wild swore he was teleporting or something. How else was he bopping back and forth across the room? Before Wild knew it, he was out the back of the medical wing, down a random hallway, and smack into Hyrule.

“HYRULE!”

….Oh… Hey Wild. What’s up?

“What’s up?... What’s UP! You have half the group out looking for you and all you have to say is what’s up”

Yep…. Pretty much….

“Goddess… Rule….”

…… So…... you want to have some fun?

…….” yes”

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Slight authors notes.....

Wild is mostly mute. He can talk.... but nothing more then a horse whisper at best. He vocal cords were damage during the fight with guardians and after 100 years of not using his voice.... he kinda lost.... his voice. It slowly coming back, but its nowhere near what his voice use to be.

On the plus side. Most of the heroes know sign language.....

So there’s that.....

.......

Peace out?

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obeymeluv · 5 years ago

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Hi! May I suggested something with a little angst but fluff in the end? Where the boys see/think that the reader’s gone but somehow they’re actually alive and well. How would they react? Thank you! I’m looking forward to more of your work!

Hey there! Thanks so much for your support! I’m going to try to keep these on the shorter side because I swear I write books 🙄. I’m grateful for this prompt because I’ve been wanting to write something where the reader has a near-death experience and the boys save/find them (so it turned into more than a reaction. My b.) I just couldn’t think of what to call it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Spoiler alert for mention of Barbatos’ powers in Lucifer’s part.

For Levi’s part: I don’t know if the Devildom has beaches or not, but let’s say they do :)

This features Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, and Beel. I don’t 100% have an idea for Satan, Asmo, and Belphegor yet. I’ll make a part 2 with them when I think of it.

Lucifer

To lose you was the biggest hit to his pride he could ever suffer. It hurt more than tearing off his wings when he fell to the Devildom. Maybe not as much as losing Lilith, but it was pretty close. He had not only failed himself, Lord Diavolo, endangered the exchange program, but the delicate mortal he and his brothers had come to love so much was gravely wounded--probably deceased--and that hurt most. In all your outings to the shopping center he never would’ve imagined someone would have an out of control pet. It had been so long since he’d seen someone with a pet down there!

It took three demons to pull it off of you (Lucifer being the last because he was stunned and trying to shield you instead of kill the damn thing). He’d seen you to the infirmary and gone as far as he was allowed. He couldn’t bear to break down in the waiting room so he took refuge in his study where a new mountain of paperwork demanded his attention: writing the accident report and telling your guardians the news.

And there he sat, just enough Demonus in him to spell and sign, while staring miserably at boxes that needed checking. He’d been trying to check ‘deceased’ for an hour (because you probably were). All his hope seemed small in the face of the blood and marrow and pink that he so vividly recalled. Lucifer took another hard swig--more of a chug--and let the bottle clank to the table with a force he wish he’d showed that damn animal. The eldest ignored the knock, and scowled, melting in his chair when you seemed to appear in the doorway.

“Come to haunt me, have you?” Lucifer slurred, looking so angry and empty.

“Would a ghost bring you coffee? I don’t think that’s a haunting.” you laughed as you set the saucer and cup on his desk.

Lucifer straightened a bit, eyes glassy with Demonus but bright with curiosity. “Impossible!” he breathed, the shock and rage burning in him like the Demonus had. There wasn’t a scratch on you and he knew where you’d been gashed and bitten and ripped open. He knew!

“Not when you have Mr. Time-Altering Butler.” you slid the coffee over to him with a smile, showing off your arms. Everything in perfect health. Melancholy Coffee and Demonus spilled over the report as he threw himself into your arms.

You were real. It was your smell. “Please forgive me.” Lucifer drew his wings around you both. “Please,” he buried a gloved hand in your hair. you simply touched his tear-stained face in response, rubbing his cheek.

Mammon

Mammon kicked the door to Diavolo’s palace open with such a fury someone might mistake him for Satan. He was in his demon form, wings caught somewhere between wanting to spread open in intimidation and pulled close to streamline his march towards the prince. Somewhere in his brain--the two percent that wasn’t pissed or sad--he thought he was an interesting sight right now. No glasses, full demon form, and walking like he was fixing to assassinate the prince. Barbatos tried to intercept him and Mammon had no qualms knocking him aside with his wings (right into an expensive-ass bust and column set up he’d tried to steal three months ago).

The noise was enough to alert Lucifer and Diavolo, who’d been in quiet council about your injuries. Mammon stomped up to the table, tossed aside the spread of papers, and slapped down Goldie. He took some half-folded contracts from his pocket and threw them down. Gold pulsed in his eyes, totally overtaking the blue gradient.

He was ready to bargain and wasn’t leaving until his greed was satisfied.

“Total obedience for the rest of my life,” he looked at Diavolo, his brows pinched with seriousness. “And Goldie so you never get another damn bill with my name on it.” Mammon slid it towards Lucifer. He swallowed the lump in his throat, cursing the ring of braided vine pressing against his thigh. Why couldn’t he just let you have jewelry from someone else? Why did he have such a fucking issue with seeing it on your finger?

Well...ripping it off turned out to be a good thing since it had been growing a vine up towards your heart. Some clever bastard child of a fairy and a vampire was slowly draining your life force through nature magic (which was harder for demons to detect), and had almost succeeded. Diavolo had made quick work of the guy but he couldn’t undo what had been done to you. “You’re the best bet they have right now, and I want in.” Mammon sagged into the table as he looked down, waiting for that contract magic to put that weight on his soul for eternity.

“I’m not interested.” Diavolo dared smile at him and Mammon didn’t stop to think about it being a playful smile. His hands went for the tie and he saw red. Diavolo stood up calmly, grappling easily with Mammon as Lucifer tried to physically separate them.

“How could you not be?!” Mammon was spitting at him. Trying to bite him and claw him. “They’re a human! It’s your pet project!” Mammon fixed his stance and started moving to pitch Diavolo over his shoulder like he’d seen Beel do when wrestling. “THEY FUCKING MATTERS!” he rolled with the prince, only to be captured in some sort of bear hug. He landed face-down on the stone floor and tried to slither out from under the prince, hissing and making all sorts of noises fit for a demon.

“Because I’m not dead? There’s no deal to be made.”

“Which I would have divulged, had you not tried to concuss me.” Barbatos went unheard behind you, dusting himself off. You were supposed to be resting in one of the palace rooms, and had somehow dodged the royal healers.

Mammon scratched his chin looking up at you as quick as he did. He could feel the tender spot and the blood starting to bead. You were pale and tired, but there you were. All safe and sound and giving him that ‘my lovely idiot’ smile he’d gotten used to. Diavolo’s weight finally left him, seeming to launch Mammon towards you. Hugging you close, nuzzling your face with his, Mammon breathed the greatest sigh of relief in his life.

“You’re alive! Holy shit!” Mammon cupped your head and continued to kiss it, steadying his heart. He’d calculated those odds of living after that much blood loss, and they were less than one! Does that make you lucky? Should you hit the casinos?

As if you could read his mind, you suggested good food instead. Lucifer refused to give Goldie back, insisting he try again at the House of Lamentation. You ordered in with what little Grimm you had saved. Mammon left your side long enough to unearth every hidden morsel Lucifer treasured in the kitchen and put it outside Beel’s door. Then it was right back to you, where he always wanted to be.

Levi

He wasn’t the most athletic of his brothers--or the handsomest--but there was something charming about the beach. It called to him. It was just like the aquarium wall of his room...sort of. Being around Asmodeus and his friends made him nervous, but sitting at home with the thought of you hanging out with Asmodeus and his friends was worse. Levi wanted to look out for you but could hardly bring himself to look at you.

You were cuter than a normie had any right to be. Almost grossly so. Levi just wanted to drown, ugh! Horns started to sprout under his hair as he envied how open and smooth Asmodeus’ friends could be when talking to you. At best, he squawked and lied or got too red to say anything coherently.

“Be a dear and take my darling Levi into the water, would you? He looks like he needs to cool off.” Asmodeus gave you a little wave and a wink. You took Levi by the hand as if it WASN’T a big fucking thing (spoiler alert: IT WAS), and led him to the water. Levi became someone else in the water; when the water touched his skin it soothed him and coaxed out his tail. It felt like a secret power-up, like he’d maxed out all his dating stats and could be suave and fast and interesting. You paddled and splashed around, played an unwinnable game of tag, and let Levi jet through the water with you on his back.

It was the craziest sensation, almost like you were skating on water! Even when he was careful and you were secure, hanging off of Levi’s back felt like holding onto a torpedo. Levi thought something bumped his tail but he brushed it off, thinking it was your legs. Suspicion grew in him, but that growth was cut short when you were ripped off his back and dragged underwater.

Ten seconds. Ten seconds AT MOST to kill that fish hybrid, but that was ten seconds traveling at crazy speed, going deeper than a human needed to, and being in teeth much stronger than your human body. He could smell the blood in the water and it made him sick. He should want to join in on the kill and take it all for himself--humans were a delicacy, after all--but that wasn’t anything CLOSE to what he was thinking right now.

Levi made sure you breached the surface first, shooting towards the shoreline as fast as he could move his tail. Someone took you from him; Levi held onto his tail as he stumbled through the sand. He vaguely remembered scooping up some clothes and his headphones as he followed Asmo to the towel you were laid on. Asmo conjured Solomon to work healing magic as one of his friends contacted emergency services to get you to the closest hospital.

Would you get taken back to RAD? Would they send you to a non-affiliated Devildom hospital? Levi cancelled the emergency call, ignored the envy hissing over the fact that he didn’t place it fast enough, and told Lucifer to stay on the phone with him as he followed behind (he might need to bring documents or something).

No way in hell was he leaving you at the mercy of demons in a non-RAD hospital! Someone might try to eat you! Centuries of raid battles and midnight releases totally prepared him to sit stock-still for hours on end. He planted himself in a waiting room chair stubbornly. Asmo joined him, trying to console him with all the things he’d left behind on the beach.

Lucifer tried to give him food but Levi refused it all. Part of him wanted to blink but he didn’t want to in case he missed a doctor. Not that someone would run by without giving an update, but they could. It felt like hours later, but you’d regained consciousness and had been patched up enough for visitors. Levi was the first in your room, practically vibrating with worry.

You took his hand, as difficult as it was in all the tubes and things, and Levi felt calm again. Just like the ocean. His little ocean. “You dumb normie,” Levi rubbed his eyes as the tears started to fall. You just squeezed his hand.

Beel

When you said you’d come to his game, Beel thought he’d be looking for you between plays. You’d been to his games a few times now, and it was always great to see you. Beelzebub felt like he played better when you showed up. It was rare he got traded out with someone when the game was on and the stakes were high, but he relished any and all chances to say hi and steal a bite of whatever you were having. He’d never seen the point of having front-row seats until then, and he was glad Satan traded his box seat access for them.

“I told you I’d be here!” you were happy as could be in your Devildom cheer uniform, waving the pomp-poms. Beel took his helmet off to really look at you, his cheeks reddening. “Surprise! Good luck!”

There was a passing thought of ‘oh man, no snack!’ but Beel couldn’t stop the dopey grin stretching across his face. Who organized this? Who CARED?! “Thanks.” Beelzebub smiled at you, slipping his helmet back on when one of his teammates told him to. His brain was somewhere between ‘do good because they’re watching!’ and being distracted.

It was clear the Devildom girls were doing super easy cheers and trying to give you a heads up for the next one. You looked so cute throwing your pom-poms and yelling for them! Beel got lectured way more than he usually did, but he ran like the tank he was. He’d steal glances at you, watch you point at the ball, and put his brain back on track. By halftime they had a ten-point lead and the coach was adamant on making it bigger.

It didn’t get any bigger. The game came to a grinding halt when someone on the enemy team tried to intercept the ball. They crashed into the Devildom cheerleaders and Beel’s stomach dropped. You didn’t have demon reflexes and were most likely to be hit. It was bad enough for a normal demon to hit you, but one that had weight training and strength training?!

Beel ripped off his helmet and resisted the urge to pitch the demon as far as he could. Did he do it on purpose? He wouldn’t, right?! Beel grabbed him by the cleat and dragged him off. The girls were doing what they could to pull you out from under him but were obviously afraid to handle you.

Demon strength was different from human strength. More deadly.

Beelzebub wanted to vomit. You looked...you looked bad. Dented. Bruised. Broken. He could hear the blood in your mouth and didn’t know if he should pick you up or leave you on the ground. He crawled over to you, tearing up grass under his hands and somehow not kneeing you in the face as he moved to hold the hand that looked okay. Your brain hadn’t totally processed everything.

He wondered if your body knew how much pain it should be in.

Medics rushed onto the field and Beel followed them out. Beelzebub gave an aggravated groan when Satan tried to clothesline him, standing still to let his older brother spin to his side. He didn’t realize that it looked like he was going for the player who hurt you until he tuned into Satan rationalizing--pleading--with him. Tucking Satan under his arm, Beelzebub barrelled towards the medics and into the ambulance. You were rushed into surgery and Beelzebub was rushed into the cafeteria before he could stress eat anymore chairs.

Part of him didn’t want to eat (and was surprised he could) but a bigger part of his brain convinced him that eating would mean things were okay. Normal. That means you’d be okay, too, because you usually were. Belphie and Satan sat with him as he ate, his appetite coming and going.

He couldn’t spend the night and when they wouldn’t let him see you the next morning, he was sure you were dead. Beelzebub grilled Lucifer for answers he couldn’t give. Your hospital team wouldn’t talk to him unless he was Lord Diavolo. Asmo’s sources swore you were alive but Beel refused to believe it unless he could see you. His appetite had dwindled to almost nothing, Beel sulking in his room.

His brothers tried to coax him out but nothing worked. The only thing that could pull him out was your pact mark, the energy tugging weakly at him. You beckoned him and he was more than happy to answer. Beelzebub appeared in your hospital room in a flash of light and smoke, giddy beyond belief. Tears and joy shriveled at the sight of you all bandaged, some parts thick with casts and suspended by special machines.

You looked like you’d been sleeping sitting up. Maybe you had to because of your ribs.

Beelzebub cautiously approached your bedside. He started to ask if you’d summoned him since you couldn’t work your D.D.D, but you interrupted him and he let you. Hearing your voice after two days was amazing! “Can you go get me some real food? The stuff here is terrible...”

“Anything and everything.” Beelzebub kissed your forehead after a laugh that woke his stomach up. Even if the nurses stopped him, he’d probably be able to sneak at least ONE thing into your room. He was a master at hoarding food, after all.

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