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ablatheringblatherskite ¡ 9 months ago
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Some whump fanfics that have low-key (or high-key) traumatized me forever
(aka some of my fave whump fics I've read so far)
(will reblog with more fics the more I read!!)
You Monster
fandom: Wednesday
whumpee: Tyler Galpin
You have had nightmares for weeks, waking up covered in sweat. Tonight feels no different; but it is. There is something calling to you, deep within the woods.
By @ArchivedTrash! A second person body horror fic all about Tyler transforming into the Hyde. It's. It's just so good. Literally the first second person AND body horror fic I'd ever read and still one of my faves forever.
Who Deserves This?
fandom: The Phantom of the Opera
whumpee: the whole trio tbh, but mainly Raoul
Erik runs out of patience and lets his temper get the best of him, costing him the boy's life and Christine's pity.
By my lovely mutual @rumpletrumple. This fic messed me up good :)))
She loves a pretty face
fandom: The Phantom of the Opera
whumpee: Raoul de Chagny
Erik scars Raoul. Raoul tries to move past it, but Christine won't talk to him, and Erik won't leave him alone.
By @convenientalias! This is one of my fav POTO fics, ngl. This was just. UGH. It was so good oh my GOSH. I love me some good Raoul whump AND THIS WAS SOME GOOD RAOUL WHUMP RIGHT HERE. AUGH. Scarring, threats, manipulation, tying to a chair, sacrificial love, oh my!!
Obedience
fandom: Batfam
whumpee: Tim Drake
Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so. But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.
By @sohotthateveryonedied! This left me disturbed and with low-key an existential crisis???? With one of my fave kinds of whump, forced obedience. This fic also gave me a newfound appreciation for "Perfection whump" (whump centered around being forced to be perfect). It's just so good and whumpy AND angsty and I'm. OUGH. *CHEF'S KISS*
all the king's horses
fandom: Voltron
whumpee: Keith
It wasn’t the blade sinking into the flesh of his palm, nor the smell of wood smoke and incense permeating the air that woke Keith. Nor was it the weight of iron-wrought shackles hanging heavy from his wrists and ankles. No, it was the sinister giggle in his ear and frigid fingers carding through his head that roused Keith from a dead slumber. He didn’t remember going to sleep at all—in fact, he wasn’t so sure he���d been asleep so much as knocked out. His head ached with a throbbing pulse and he couldn’t quite bring the world into focus. The room was dark, shadows dancing along the dingy wall certainly not helping things. A groan escaped him despite himself. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a bit."
By @glitteringconstellations! This fic actually. was the most traumatizing thing I'd ever read HAHAHAHA. Like, not even kidding, I still haven't recovered from it. It's. Like I highly recommend it but it's VERY much horror and VERY creepy and disturbing. AND I MEAN DISTURBING. It's SO GOOD but I was definitely traumatized and not okay after :))
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whumpsandwhimpers ¡ 5 days ago
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Whumpuary 6: Share your favorite whump creations (either someone else’s or yours!)
OOOH OKAY THIS IS FUN. So I wanna do both mine and someone else's!!
MINE:
on the precipice of Madness (POTO)
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” the Phantom purred. Raoul tried to answer—to question what he had done to him, but he could not make a sound. Erik’s footsteps came closer, next to him now. Raoul’s panic spiked as he suddenly heard Erik’s voice speaking directly into his ear. “Can you feel me? I’m right here, Monsieur.”
Aka, Raoul goes through sensory deprivation!!!
Woe Is We (Wednesday)
Panting, body dripping with blood, someone else's blood. Wednesday's blood. Tyler came slowly to Nevermore. All that remained was the charred remains of the once renowned school, blackened and smelling of ash and blood. Crackstone had succeeded. Laurel had won.
damsel in distress (One Piece)
Zoro is captured by some idiot pirates, who decide to give him a hard time.
On Your Knees (POTO)
Raoul is held captive by Erik, who takes this opportunity to degrade the young Vicomte as much as he possibly can.
my brother's keeper (POTO)
Philippe and Raoul are captured. Their captors try to force Philippe into a deal he does not want to make, and do everything they can to make him agree—by hurting his little brother right in front of him.
OTHERS:
The Vicomte and the Phantom in Foraster Arena
Raoul and Erik are captured, and forced to take part in a terrible game - each turn using a different method to harm their opponent. Last one to die wins!
This was written by one of my closest friends and favorite whump writers EVER!! SERIOUSLY GUYS PLEASE READ THIS I BEG YALL IT'S SO AMAZING IM AKJSDFHKJAHSDFJKADSF *chews the walls*
programed to dream
The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected.
The concept of the fic AND execution is just SO DELICIOUS.
all the king's horses
It wasn’t the blade sinking into the flesh of his palm, nor the smell of wood smoke and incense permeating the air that woke Keith. Nor was it the weight of iron-wrought shackles hanging heavy from his wrists and ankles. No, it was the sinister giggle in his ear and frigid fingers carding through his head that roused Keith from a dead slumber. He didn’t remember going to sleep at all—in fact, he wasn’t so sure he’d been asleep so much as knocked out. His head ached with a throbbing pulse and he couldn’t quite bring the world into focus. The room was dark, shadows dancing along the dingy wall certainly not helping things. A groan escaped him despite himself. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a bit."
This fic TRAUMATIZED ME. Like, to this day this is the actual scariest fic I've ever read
Obedience
Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so. But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.
THIS IS SO GOOD but also hits,,, too close to home personally. BUT IT'S SO GOOD and STILL one of my faves even if it hurts to remember and read
she loves a pretty face
Erik scars Raoul. Raoul tries to move past it, but Christine won't talk to him, and Erik won't leave him alone.
Honestly EVERYTHING about this. SO GOOD???? ALKSDJF
lonely with you
After her traumatic experiences in Paris, Christine doesn't want anyone to touch her. Meanwhile, Raoul has lost the support of his family, who used to touch him all the time.
This one is so HEART-BREAKING KJASDHFKJA
You Monster
You have had nightmares for weeks, waking up covered in sweat. Tonight feels no different; but it is. There is something calling to you, deep within the woods.
A masterpiece honestly, plus body horror AND loss of autonomy?? YES
AAAAND THERE WE GO!!
@whumpuary
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ppperlasz ¡ 1 year ago
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"he had gone insane"
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deranged
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round the twist
as daft as a brush
not the full shilling
away with the fairies
buggy
nutsy
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out of one's tree
wacko
squirrelly
bushed
porangi
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sane
(of an action or quality) characterized or caused by madness.
"his eyes glowing with insane fury"
in a state of extreme annoyance or distraction.
"a fly whose buzzing had been driving me insane"
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mad
crazy
angry
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cross
vexed
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the moonlight bottle
Rose never envisioned herself as Alice even though her mum liked to use that anology, demanding that she finally wake up and live in the real world.
Rose denied it. Her life had been as real as it gets even if she often felt like she plunged into Wonderland two years earlier. The Doctor could certain fit the Mad Hatter. And maybe Jack had been the Cheshire cat given how he had disappeared from her life after the Game Station.
Queen Victoria certainly seemed like the Queen of Hearts. Off with her head or banished, it all ended the same.
Parties, adventures, markets, forests and planets with all manner of species whisked and twirled Rose in and out of all space and time. She thought it would never end. Until the queen's banishment became all too real.
She'd fallen in love with her mad hatter and losing him had been worse than chasing her white rabbit of a TARDIS. And in the end, chase is what she did.
Except there was one detail that proved the whole Alice anaology her mum liked to use. It traveled with her across the Void to the alternate universe and sat on her vanity taunting her.
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She found it on the Sixth Moon of M'ltk the Dreamer. Odd name that. But the outdoor market had been amazing, full of incense, spices and trinkets of the sort she loved. She'd done one of her wander offs when she found a stall that had wind chimes made of silver leaves and crystal prisms. Chimes didn't tinkle like on Earth. Long soft notes drew out into a melody until Rose teared up.
"No one hears the same song," the woman in dark scarlet robes said, her cloak slipping to reveal wisps of long silver hair.
"It's beautiful," Rose admitted wiping her cheeks and hoping the woman woman wouldn't be offended at he reaction.
"They are something old from a place gone but not. Lost but found in a cycle it cannot escape."
Rose nodded her head thinking the Doctor would probably babble something rude about time, and how things are fixed or in flux. Rose was sort of glad he wasn't there to ruin the quiet moment. Instead she glanced at the table dotted with jars, bottles, scrolls of paper and interlinking metal rings.
"We cannot control our journey. But we can influence the outcome."
Rose looked at the woman standing next to her, an odd chill racing up her arms.
"Destiny calls and we answer whether or not we want to. Those who try and control it, mold it to their will, fail leaving destruction and chaos as their legacy. But not everyone falls. Some adapt, thrive and make sacrifices for the good of all."
"Yeah." Rose's head pounded under the woman's heavy stare. Her chest felt tight and she grew light headed.
"They destroyed us and yet we live, ever changing." She squeezed Rose's arm, cool fingers biting into her bicep. "We saw you and alll those you inspire. Powerful they think they are. Tiny they'll call you. But then they never met a wolf. Keep the bottle with you always. You'll understand when it's time."
Rose blinked as a tiny stoppered glass bottle, with a slight white glow seeping past the dark blow swirls was placed into her palm. The vendor wrapped Rose's fingers around the cool glass.
"He's looking for you."
She'd blinked before the Doctor swept beside her. The vendor, tent and all her goods were gone.
"All right?" He'd looked worried, already reaching or his sonic.
"Yeah, just turned around and enjoying landscape." Which was gorgeous with purple leaved bushes and trees. She'd pocketed the bottle without further thought as he dragged her off to show her tent with bits and bobs for the TARDIS insisting he needed her opinion. Although he had given her a few lingering looks which she should have picked up on as concern.
Now it was a year later and she was in another universe staring at that bottle which glowed a little brighter. Words appeared on the side. Bad Wolf. Followed by, Drink Me.
Deep down, she knew this was dangerous, possibly foolish, would cost her more than she may realize but would also send her home, to her white rabbit and mad hatter. She'd already said goodbyes to her mum, written a letter that nearly tore her to pieces inside.
But now it was time to set childish things behind. As the stars vanished and worlds screamed and died, Rose Tyler would do what she needed to save as many as she could Maybe even her Mad Hatter.
She downed the the warm liquid that tasted of tea, spice and starlight. And with her heart pounding and blood singing a song not unlike the wind chimes she'd heard so long ago, the cannon didn't just hurl her into another universe. She latched onto the thrust, the propulsion, and channeled it to home. Where she stumbled into a time ship with the proverbial temporal doors open and a brown pin-striped suited Doctor and his ginger companion just returning fro a party.
"What?" he shouted before enveloping her in his arms. "Rose," his voice broke as she was snuggled against his chest, arms clamped around her.
"Well, this is familiar," his companion said.
"But how...I mean you can't."
Joy and a lightness bubbled through Rose as she burst into a smile.
"Apparently I can, Mr. Two Universes Would Collapse. Ha!" She rather enjoyed poking him in the chest. "But there's more. Something's happening to t he multi verse and then I've got this." She showed him the bottle which ironically flared Bad Wolf followed by circular Gallifreyan when he touched it.
"Where did you get that?" he asked a little harshly, holding it in his palm away from him.
"Ages ago when I was with you. I didn't understand what she said to me but I do now. We've got to do this together. All of us," she said looking at Donna before looking back at him. "I love you, more than anything. And that's why I'm here to make good on a promise to you, the TARDIS and maybe the multiverse." She cupped his face until his jaw relaxed and he leaned into her.
"You can't. Whatever this is...it can't be good and you--"
"Need you to trust me. You're not the only authority or defender of the multiverse. Might want to give me some credit after traveling the multiverse and meeting an odd vendor who I think we might see again. But we've got to solve what''s killing stars first. Might start by giving me some spock, yeah." She led him over to the console.
"I'm so not watching whatever that means."
Rose burst into giggles.
"Donna this is Rose. Rose Donna and we aren't...oh why do I even try?" the Doctor pocketed the dubious bottle and Rose joined him at the console, laying a hand on it until the central column glowed.
Alice was home. The Mad Hatter was even madder. And the White Queen was ginger. Maybe, just maybe, this could end with the very least, a happy for now...until the next universal crisis.
Thank you!
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mightybackpain ¡ 4 years ago
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fantasy this or that game??
created by god (me) and @room-97
get clawed by a werewolf / get bitten by a vampire, study in a dark academia library / stroll around a royal garden, kiss in the rain / dance under the moonlight, get lost in narnia / get lost in wonderland, have a tea party with the mad hatter / paint roses with the red queen, swim in the atlantic / fly to the moon, long walks in the sun / bicycle rides by the sea, time travel / space travel, seduce pirates as a siren / carry a satchel of pixie dust, master archery / master swordsplay, haunted mansion / gothic cathedral, emotion-based magic / blood magic, have a demon partner in crime / fall in love with a guardian angel, get kidnapped by a pirate / get kidnapped by greek god(dess), enemies to lovers / fake dating, discover a secret room / go through a secret passage, lace dress / velvet cape, candle / incense, milk cows with god / feed ducks with satan, literally photosynthesize / become the ultimate wizard frog
tags: @room-97 @makncheeseee05 @astromauden @friiday-thirteenth @vampire-overlord @heephop +anyone else ✨✨
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this-idiots-left-eye ¡ 4 years ago
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In Plain Sight
Cover art by Stlyrica on instagram!! I’ll put a link to it in a reblog!!
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: When Break hides Gilbert's favorite Christmas ornament somewhere in the Rainsworth manor, the Golden Trio must spend the afternoon looking for it. But why is it so special to Gil?
Notes: I originally wrote this for the prompt "Ornaments" in an alphabetical Christmas prompt list my friends and I did in 2017--(it was going to be part of a group of Christmas fics we all wrote for different fandoms. Some of the people in that group hadn't read PH, so that's why this fic has some explanations for who the characters are). Then I posted it for Pandora Hearts Month 2018 for the Golden Trio Prompt: Friendship. I hope you like it! I would really appreciate it if you could reblog and/or leave a comment to let me know if you enjoyed it!
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“You’re the tallest, Gil, you should put the star on top!”
“Ooh! It looks yummy! Like a big cookie!”
“It’s not a cookie, Stupid Rabbit!”
It was a few days before Christmas, and the trio was at the Rainsworth manor. Finally, everything was ready for the holiday; a fire was dancing in its place, the stockings were all lined up on the mantle, and they had just put the finishing touches on the tree. The only one who hadn’t been informed about the festive season, was the sky outside; it had been raining for the past few weeks. There was a chill in the air, it was frosty, but snow hadn’t quite come yet. Still, they made the most of their time indoors.
“Perfect!” Oz exclaimed.
Oz Vessalius was the fifteen-year-old heir to the Vessalius dukedom, but after his escape from the Abyss that year, when he wasn’t off on adventures, and missions, he spent most of his time at the Rainsworth’s.
“It’s so pretty, Onii-chan!”
On account of the ten-year gap, Oz’s sister, Ada, was older than Oz now, but, no matter what, she would never stop seeing him as her older brother. She was on Christmas break from Lutwidge Academy, and more than happy to spend it at the Rainsworths, with her brother. She had, of course, brought her two cats—Snowdrop and Kitty—with her, (which Gilbert maintained a healthy distance from, due to his phobia of cats).
“The Rainsworths will have the best-decorated tree in town!”
Oscar, their uncle, was spending the afternoon with his niece and nephew too. He was a bearded, bespectacled man, with the same blonde hair and green eyes as the rest of his family. At the moment, he was sitting on one of the couches, with a cup what he called ‘tea’, but which the rest of them guessed probably had something stronger in it.
“I can’t take all the credit, Gil and Alice helped a little,” Oz joked.
“‘A little!’”
Gilbert was Oz’s servant; a dark-haired man, who often appeared cold and reserved, but who was rather sensitive, and a worrywart. He still sometimes acted as though they were only a year apart in age too, despite the fact that he was now ten years older than his master.
“Yeah, manservant!” Alice challenged, “More like we did all the work!”
“I was just teasing!”
“Well,” Sharon had a way of returning things to order with her calm and proper words, “you all did a wonderful job.”
Sharon was the heiress to the Rainsworth dukedom, and looked like a thirteen-year-old girl, though was really in her twenties or thirties—(they knew better than to ask her exact age). Her chestnut hair was usually tied back into a kind of half-ponytail, and, as always, she outmatched them all on style points; today it was with a dress of a wintery blue that looked as if she was trying to encourage the snow to fall. As per usual, she held a cup of tea in one hand—peppermint, she had informed them, for the Christmas season—and a pastry in the other. She was sitting at a small round table on the other side of the room, with Reim—duke Barma’s bespectacled, hard working, servant, who spent more time at the Rainsworth’s than anywhere else, with his two best friends—Sharon and Break.
“Well, I’m beat,” Alice stretched and yawned, “Seaweed-head, when are you going to make me some meat?”
Most Chains (creatures from the Abyss) didn’t look like Alice did; like a fourteen-year-old girl, with floor length brown hair, and an almost cat-like physique—(though it was a giant rabbit she often turned into). Also unlike other illegally contracted Chains, she did not have a thirst for human blood, although she did have a particular love for meat, as well as almost anything edible.
“I suppose I can make you something, now that we’ve finished,” Gil sighed.
“Oh? Have you now?” they turned to see Sharon’s servant, Xerxes Break, grinning as he poured himself another cup of tea. “Are you sure nothing’s…” he leaned back against the table, “missing?”
Break was a red-eyed, white-haired man, also much older than he looked. Even those close to him would say he was a bit of an acquired taste; his love for teasing, the creepy doll on his shoulder, and his general lack of regard for other people and their feelings, made it difficult for those subject to his mischiefs—such as Gilbert—to acquire any kind of affection for him.
Gilbert froze, turning his head slowly to the tree. His eyes immediately found the empty space where a certain ornament had been.
“Break!” he shouted, spinning back to him, “Must you do this every year?!”
“Let an old man have his fun.” Break grinned.
“I believe he must, Gilbert-sama,” Sharon answered Gilbert’s question, nonchalantly taking a sip of tea before continuing, “It has become something of a tradition.”
“I should have spent Christmas with he Nightrays this year,” Gilbert grumbled, reluctance in his motions as he began to pick up books, and other objects around the room, as if searching.
“You’re so mean,” Break chided playfully, then spoke a little more seriously, knowing Gilbert had no intentions of spending much time with his adoptive family, and real brother, “You’d rather spend Christmas with the sewer rat, than us?”
Gil gave him a death glare.
“Sorry…but what’s a tradition?” Oz asked, turning to Sharon and Break.
He wouldn’t admit it, but sometimes, especially with things like this, the ten-year gap could make Oz feel like an outsider.
“Every year Break takes Gilbert-sama’s favorite ornament,” Sharon explained, “And hides it somewhere in the manor.”
“Ooh! That sounds like fun!”
“It’s not fun, Oz!” Gilbert hollered at his master, “It’s a waste of a perfectly good afternoon! Not to mention annoying, and rude!”
Break laughed. Gil had yet to learn his outrageous reactions were what made this sort of thing so fun for the prankster.
“Don’t worry, Gil!” Ada bounded up to him, “I’ll help you look!”
Gilbert flushed, “T-Thank you.”
“What does it look like, Gil?”
He looked at Oz, then turned back to Ada, and explained it quietly enough that only she could hear.
She nodded, beaming, and began to look in a different part of the room.
“What’s the matter, Gil?”—Gil gasped as his master appeared suddenly at his other side—“You don’t want me to know what it is?” Oz’s laugh faded into a more puzzled expression when Gil averted his eyes, turning redder.
“It’s a secret, Onii-chan!” Ada answered for him, “You’ll see when we find it!”
He didn’t get the chance to ask anything more, because Alice broke in, having been observing all their interactions,
“Does…Does this mean I won’t get my meat?”
“Uh huh,” Gilbert sighed, “That’s exactly what it means.”
“No! I will not allow it!” Alice shook her head, and whirled around on Break, pointing at him in an accusatory manner, “Clown! Return Seaweed-head’s stupid ornament his instant!”
“It’s not stupid, Stupid Rabbit!”
“Aren’t you a spoilsport?” The Mad Hatter teased, then the doll on his shoulder, Emily, finished,
“Why should I listen to some dumb bunny?”
Alice growled, her hands clenching into fists. She spun to Gilbert, declaring as she ran up to him,“Then I won’t rest until I find that ornament! With the great Alice-sama on your side, you cannot fail!”
“Sure you won’t just get in the way?”
She kicked him in the shin, crossing her arms, “You’d be lost without me, Seaweed-head.”
“Don’t kick me, Stupid rabbit!” he rubbed his leg, “Now go look for it over there!” he stamped his injured foot back down and pointed to the opposite corner of the room, (to which she quickly ran, proceeding to tear her designated space apart in a matter of seconds.)
“Is this ornament really all that important, Gil? I mean, we have lots of—”
“Yes!” he answered before his master could finish, “it is!”
Oz sighed, knowing how attached his servant could get to things, “Alright. So…is us helping against the rules?” he asked, watching Alice destroy the room in search of it, Ada calmly remove things, and put them back where they were meant to go, and Gil as a mix of the two.
“Don’t you think we would have stopped them if it was, Oz-kun?”
Sharon shook her head, “It doesn’t matter who finds it, watching him search is the fun part.” Her mischievous side was showing; most of the time she was this prim and proper lady, but being close to Break had its effects.
“That’s right; the more people searching, the funnier it is when they can’t find it,” Break sang. “Though, tell me, Ojousama,” he turned to his mistress “are you merely saying that because you wagered he’d find it early—before 18:00?” he asked knowingly, sitting up on the table—(Reim gave him a look that could only be interpreted as: can-you act-any-less-like-a-servant?)
They turned to the clock—it was 15:00.
“Why do you want to know, Break?” his mistress asked with a tone of false interest, “Are you afraid your skills as a prankster have gone down with age?” she patted her mouth innocently with a napkin.
“What do you take me for, Ojousama?” he smirked, crossing his legs, narrowing his eyes at Gilbert, “He’ll need all the help he can get.”
Gilbert returned to him an even more murderous look.
“You… betted on this?”
“All part of the tradition, Oz-kun,” Break mentioned, stealing a mini pastry from Reim’s plate—(the incense was more than evident on Reim’s face, and probably why Break did it).
“It’s not money we wagered, though; If I win, Break has to swear off sweets over Christmas—as well as make me a lavish dessert full of those sweet things he can’t have. And if Break wins, I have to buy him an equally lavish amount of extra Christmas candy and sweets.”
“Nice! Break, I didn’t know you could bake!”
“He really can’t,” Sharon chuckled, “But it’s fun to see what he comes up with.”
Break glared at her.
“So… is this how you bet every year?”
“Sometimes it’s different. But it’s usually something to the effect of giving Break a taste of his own medicine…Though I seem to recall one year, I wanted Break to do this dance I had heard of in a book, if he lost. I believe it was called ‘Futterwacken.’”
“That’s a weird name for a dance!” Oz laughed, “So? How did that go?
“I suppose it is,” she smiled, “That was one of the tamer punishments, but, when he did lose, he refused—rather blatantly.”
“Really?!” he turned to Break.
“How many times must I tell you? I have no talent for dancing.”
“Truly, as a servant of the Rainsworth Dukedom, it would be better fitting that you learned,” she shook her head, then turned back to Oz, “Anyway, after that, we thought the chance to take away his candy was rather enjoyable.”
“Aw, I want to join the bet!”
Gilbert looked affronted, but before he could speak, Oz continued, boyish excitement simmering in his tone,
“Say, what if, if Break loses, I get to eat his candy instead?!”
Sharon and Break glanced at each other.
“Let me ask you something, Oz-kun;” Break set down his tea, “Are you willing to risk the consequences of such a wager?”
“Ehh…consequences?”
“Why of course. I couldn’t give little Oz-kun the chance of stealing my candy without the proper torment in store if he lost.”
“Eh…” Oz knew just how mean Break could get, and that this could very well turn into a prank war that ended in actual blood, “I think I’ll pass.”
“I always said you were smarter than you looked,” the Mad Hatter picked up his tea again.
“Maybe you could join in by helping me look, instead of encouraging them, Oz!” Gilbert whirled on him.
“Aww, do I have to?” the fifteen-year-old groaned.
“Oz!”
Oz turned to the masterminds, as if silently asking for them to give him an excuse not to.
“Hey, Oz-kun is sharp,” Break began, then Emily added,
“Probably smarter than these three put together!”
—two of the aforementioned three gave him what can only be described as ���fight-me’ faces, and Ada looked disheartened—Break took no notice, and finished,
“So that depends; whose side are you on?”
“Well,” Oz thought for a moment, then mused, grinning, “it would be fun to see Break trying to swear of candy!”
“Is that so?” Break’s eye narrowed.
“In any case, why isn’t Reim-san helping?” he shifted the focus. “You’re not the kind of person to sit back while others are in trouble”
Reim sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “While that may be true, these two are often harsher with me, than others. If I help you, I have a feeling I shall pay for it in some way later,” he shot them an icy look, “dearly.”
“Whatever do you mean, Reim-san?” Sharon asked innocently. “We thought you enjoyed our company.”
“Yeah, it’s only because you’re our favorite, Reim-san,” Break gave a fake sappy voice.
“Then pick a new favorite!”
“That’s not how it works! You have a lifetime guarantee!”
“Sharon,” it was Ada who spoke. She had been focused on searching on the mantelpiece, and inside the stockings, “Why are there nine stockings?”
“What do you mean, Ada?” Oz asked, stepping over to her.
“Well, I was just thinking; there’s me, Onii-chan, Uncle, and Alice,”—Alice looked annoyed at Ada mentioning her name—“since we’re staying here for Christmas,” she pointed at each of the stockings in turn, “and these belong to Sharon-sama, Break, Duchess Rainsworth-sama, and Reim-san, right? But who does this last one belong to?” she held the bottom of the last one, careful not to pull it off the mantle.
They turned to Break and Sharon, who glanced at each other, their mischievous grins fading into more somber, reminiscent expressions.
“It was Break’s idea,” Sharon answered.
“Well, I can’t take all the credit—“
“It’s for my mother…That has become something of a tradition as well. We just thought it would be nice, to have something to remember her by during the Christmas season.”
The tone in the room quieted; the rest of them knew that Shelly was Sharon’s mother, who had died sometime after Oz’s coming of age ceremony.
“That’s…actually really sweet,” Oz noted, “Break, I’m surprised you thought of it!”
“You think you’re cute, don’t you? And you say that like I’m cruel.”
“Well…” Oz rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, trying to formulate a non- insulting answer in his mind.
“I think what Oz is trying to say,” Reim started out gently, then finished harshly, “Is that it’s high time you realized you can be a jerk, Xerxes!”
“Well, I wouldn’t say jerk’…” Oz began.
“I would,” Gil mumbled.
“My…I cant believe that you all….” Break began softly, then Emily jeered,
“Just figured that out now!”
The anger was evident on all of their faces.
“Really, why are you all ganging up on me,” Break grinned, without a hint of hurt in his voice, “when you should be focusing on the task at hand?”
“Because it’s your fault we’re in this mess!” Gilbert shouted, then ran his hand frustratedly through his hair, observing the mess they had made of the room, before demanding, “Is it in this room?!”
“Given up already, have you?” Emily teased.
Gilbert clenched his hands into fists, biting back a retort.
“Did anyone see him leave the room?!”
Everyone looked at Gilbert blankly, or up at the ceiling, trying to think if they had, realizing they had no idea, and knew full well Sharon could have used Eques to transport him when their backs were turned anyways. Gilbert put his hands on his hips, sighing at their silence “Alright. We have a whole manor to look through, it’s best we move on from this room,” he paused, turning again to Break, with malice in his eyes, “Right?”
“Sure, kiddo!” Emily replied, and he gave the fakest grin yet.
Gilbert gritted his teeth, then shook his head, directing them,
“Let’s split up; Ada, you go down the left hall, Stupid Rabbit, you take the right. I’ll go downstairs.”
“I won’t let you down, Seaweed-Head!” Alice sped down the hall, not even searching, as if she had forgotten the task she’d been given.
Ada nodded, “Come on, Snowdrop, Kitty!” she called to her cats.
Oz sighed, “Alright, fine. I’ll help too.”
Gilbert smiled, about to thank him, when Oz added,
“But I expect to be rewarded for my troubles!”
His servant rolled his eyes.
“I kinda need to know what it looks like, though, don’t I, Gil? You seemed to want to keep it a secret earlier.”
“You’ll…um….You’ll know it when you see it,” Gilbert looked anywhere but at his master.
Oz sighed, putting his hands on his hips, “Really? That kinda makes things harder, you know.”
“Oh, not up to the challenge, are you Oz-kun?” Break goaded.
“No, no, I can do it! I just feel like we’re not addressing a key part of the puzzle here!”
With that Gilbert pulled him out of the room and into the search.
Gilbert was right; it did seem like a bit of a waste of an afternoon; exhausting wasn’t the only word that came to mind after rifling through each room one by one, with no clue as to where it might be. Especially because the feeling began growing in them that Gilbert was way too attached to things, as well as that Break was, indeed, a jerk. They didn’t know how much time had passed before they met up again in the hall, everyone hanging their heads in shame and disappointment.
“What should we do?” Ada asked quietly.
“We can’t let the clowny bastard win!” Alice slammed a fist into her other palm to emphasize her point.
“That’s right!” Gilbert agreed, “For years I had to put up with his constant teasing, it’s high time we got him back!”
“I don’t think losing the bet is really going to make him stop. I mean, he’s lost before, right?”
“You don’t have to be so blunt about it!” Gilbert complained.
“Sorry,” Oz shrugged.
In the moment of silence that followed, Ada’s cat started rubbing against Oz’s leg, as if trying to comfort him.
“What do you think, Snowdrop?” Oz asked jokingly, picking up his sister’s cat, (Gilbert eyed it, a whine developing in his throat, scooching away), “Do you have any idea where it is?”
Oz gasped.
“What is it, Onii-chan?”
Tied into the cat’s collar was a ribbon, attached to a little ornament. He pulled it free and placed the cat on the floor (it meowed and padded away).
The other three gasped in turn, leaning in to get a better look at it.
“That bastard!” Gilbert slammed his fist into the wall behind him. “He knew I wouldn’t go near your cats!”
“Yeah,” Oz laughed, “leave it to Break to take the cheap shot.”
“What are we waiting for?!” Alice demanded, “Didn’t I just say we can’t let the clowny bastard win!”
“You’re right!” the others said together, and bolted down the hall.
“We found it!” Oz held the ornament high, like a trophy, as they burst through the door.
At the same moment that he held up the evidence, the hour chimed.
They each glanced at each other, then at the clock, which read exactly 18:00.
“My, my, isn’t this an interesting turn of events?” Break remarked, stretching, “It looks like it’s a tie, Ojousama.”
“It would appear,” Sharon smiled “In that case, would you please excuse me for a moment?” she gathered her dress and hurried out of the room.
“So, which one of you found it?” Break asked, walking over to them.
“I did.”
The prankster smirked, “What did I tell you?” he ruffled Oz’s hair, “Oz-kun’s sharp.”
“So… what does that mean about your wagers?” Oz tried to put his hair right. “Since you tied?”
“Just a moment Oz-kun,” he put his hand on Oz’s head, his sleeve falling over his eyes, and looked over their heads
Sharon quickly did return, a little out of breath, holding a small package wrapped in a ribbon.
“Here you are, Break!” she held it out for him.
He took it from her and unwrapped it, opening the little red box to reveal that it was filled with the the candy she had promised.
“Just the thing I needed” he patted her head, unwrapping a piece and tossing it into his mouth. “Better luck next time, Ojousama,”
Oz and Alice stared at him, open-mouthed, dumbstruck that he had beat them.
“Now I suppose I should get started on that dessert of yours,” he waited until the proper moment to add.
“Please do.”
“Huh?” Oz and Alice asked simultaneously.
“Since we tied,” Sharon spoke, as they both turned to them, “we both win.”
“So…does that mean the clown still has to swear off candy?” Alice asked hopefully.
“No—Unfortunately,” Sharon added, glancing at her servant, who rolled his eyes, eating another piece, “We both get the rewards of the wager, but no one gets the punishment.”
“More in the Christmas spirit, wouldn’t you agree, Ojousama?” he said between candy crunches.
“Since when do you care about ‘Christmas spirit’?!” Gilbert demanded.
“Better luck next year, I guess,” Oz tried to put a positive spin on it.
“Next year?!” Alice fumed, “I want to settle this now!” (Gilbert held Alice by the neck of her jacket.)
“Believe me,” Reim grunted, eyeing Break, “it’ll only end worse for you,”
“Who knows?” Break shrugged, “There may not be a next year, Oz-kun.”
Alice continued to seethe while the others glanced at each other, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
“There you go again,” Reim scolded. “You can’t just mention something like that!”
Break dismissed him with a wave of his hand, chuckling to himself, and muttering something about his uptightness, as he made his way down the hall to the kitchens.
After Break left, Oz looked down at his hand, opening his fingers to reveal the little clay, painted oddity he was still holding. Alice came behind him and looked over his shoulder at it.
“What…is it?”
“You didn’t know what you were looking for?!” Gilbert questioned.
“Because you never told me, Seaweed-head!”
Gilbert looked away, clearly wanting to bite back, but without argument with which to do so.
Oz shook his head, staring at it. It was rather crudely made, ineptly painted. But he couldn’t mistake it for anything else—and Gil had been right, he did know it when he saw it.
Because he was the one who made it.
“I can’t believe you kept this, Gil.”
Gilbert looked away, nodding and turning red.
Now he understood why Gilbert was so intent on getting it back. This ornament had probably become a symbol to Gilbert—much like Shelly’s stocking on the mantelpiece was for Break and Sharon—for Oz himself. This ornament, through the years, had probably become tied to his faithful valet’s unending hope that his master would come back. Each year Break took it, as if teasing that perhaps he wouldn’t (and, maybe this was his roundabout way of him trying to prepare him for that), but Gilbert always got it back, as if displaying that he would never lose that hope.
“Oy! What is it?!” Alice demanded again, upset her ‘manservant’ wasn’t focusing all his attention on her.
“It’s a bird, Alice,” Oz answered simply.
“Really, how do you figure?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t look very good does it?” Oz laughed.
“Seaweed-head, why would a crappy ornament like this be your favorite?”
“Oy! You don’t see me criticizing your bad taste!”
“Bad taste?! I have impeccable taste! I eat meat every day!”
“That’s not what—”
“Its because I made it for him,” Oz answered her question quietly.
“You?” Alice laughed, slapping him on the back, “You have pretty poor skills, Oz.”
“Give me a break! I was a kid!”
Oscar laughed, walking up to them, “You’re still a kid, Oz. Yes…I can’t remember how old he was, but he made me, Ada, and Gilbert ornaments,” he laughed a little, putting his arm around Gilbert, “I remember how offended Gil was at his master making him a gift.”
“Yeah,” Oz laughed, they all looked up at Gil, who got steadily redder the more they spoke, “We had to force him to accept it.”
“Why are you surprised he kept his, Onii-chan?” Ada asked, “Uncle and I kept ours. They’re back at the Vessalius manor. But! we could bring them over here if you want!”
“That’s okay, I believe you! Still… Like Alice said, they don’t look very good.”
“But, like you said, you were the one who made them for us,” Oscar ruffled his nephew’s hair.
“What were the ornaments you made for them, Oz?” Alice asked.
“Well, I made Ada a little cat, and uncle Oscar a camera. I didn’t really know what Gil liked, so I just made him a bird. Funny, how your chain is Raven now.”
“How come you haven’t made me one, Manservant?!” Alice hit Oz on the head.
“Hey! I’ve been busy!” he rubbed the spot where she hit him.
“In any case,” Alice turned to Gilbert, jumping quickly to the next subject, “now you can make my meat, Seaweed-head!”
“Break’s using the kitchen, Stupid Rabbit!”
“Then let’s go to the market! I’m starving!”
Gilbert sighed into his hand, “Fine. Let me get my hat and coat.”
“Can I come with you guys?” Ada asked—Alice looked peeved, but Gil and Oz had already welcomed her.
“I’ll go check if Break needs anything!” Oz ran off towards the kitchen.
As Oz arrived, he saw that Break had changed out of his white coat and purple shirt into more casual closing—likely so he wouldn’t ruin his normal outfit. He had rolled up the sleeves, and was wearing a pink apron Gil sometimes wore when he cooked for them here, but which probably belonged to Sharon’s grandmother, or mother. He had already begun to make a mess of things; flour was all over the counter, chocolate was on the walls, somehow there were even ingredients in in his hair.
“You need some help?” Oz asked, half-jokingly.
Break looked up.
“Oz-kun,” he noted, then grinned, “You? Help me? Gotten bored of Gilbert-kun, and Alice-kun already?”
“Nah. I just wanted to know if you needed anything. We’re going to the store.”
Oz knew that Break could have asked for help from the staff, or Gilbert, but Sharon called him ‘Mr. One-Man-Show’ for a reason; sure, it might not taste or look all that good, but at least he would have made it himself.
“You really think I wouldn’t have come prepared?”
“But, if you won, you wouldn’t have to make—”
Oz gasped. Realizing something:
They both had bought the supplies ahead of time. Oz thought one of them would have to go to the store, depending on who won the bet, (perhaps dragging the other begrudgingly along), but they both had already bought the necessary ingredients. Which meant, either the food one of them bought would go to waste, or be used in some other way, or, regardless of who won or lost, they still intended to give each other the gifts.
“You already had the ingredients,” Oz thought out loud. “and Sharon-chan already had your candy...”
“So?”
“I would have thought one of you would have to go to the store, depending on who won.”
“What’s your point, Oz-kun?” Break pushed his hair back.
Oz shook his head, grinning like he now had some secret information. “Break, you really are a nice guy, aren’t you?”
Break put his hand on the table, turning to him, “Wipe that cheeky grin off your face before I do it for you.”
Oz put his hands behind his back, sauntering closer.
“Oh, nothing,” he whistled, “Just that, well, you do this every year, don’t you? Sharon likes to give you a taste of your own medicine if you lose, but you both use this an excuse to give each other extra gifts, don’t you? I bet it was your idea in the first place.”
“How do you know we weren’t planning to use the supplies in some other way?”
“Because you’re not considerate enough to let others use your stuff,” he grinned, “Didn’t you just say there would be punishment in store if I got your candy?”
“Well,” he smirked at Oz’s discovery, twirling the spoon in his hand, “‘nice’ would be stretching it. But maybe occasionally I’m not a complete ‘jerk.’”
Oz grinned. That was all the confirmation he needed.
As if he were brandishing a sword, Break flicked chocolate on Oz’s face with the spoon, “Now get out of here.”
Oz rolled his eyes.
“Good luck, Break!”
With that he exited the room, and ran to the front door to catch up with Gil, Ada, and Alice, who were gathered there, waiting for him.
“Break doesn’t need anything!” he called to them, “Let’s go!”
At first it may have seemed like a waste of time, but, in the end, Oz realized; an afternoon playing a game, learning that after ten years Gil had still cherished the small gift he had once been reluctant to accept, seeing how Sharon and Break found ways to bring each other joy, spending time with his friends, spending time with his real family, would never be a waste of an afternoon for him.
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givethispromptatry ¡ 4 years ago
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Heya! Could I request some prompts for an awkward and hopelessly romantic warlock and their overly chaotic, goofy, almost mad hatter-like patron? (Both are non binary!) Thank you so much!!!
(Sorry about the late reply! I hope these work for you! :D)
<You knoooooww,~> Their patron floated above them in a slow circle, <You could have just left these silly people to their own problems!~>
“B-but they were so earnest!” They wriggled in their bindings. “They needed help!”
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“What are your powers again?”
<My dear little nibling! I control that which you see, hear, touch, smell, and taste!>
“Illusions?”
<And so much more!>
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They sat before their finely constructed altar, the incense already burning in its stand, with a dopey smile spread over their face. “I’m in love.”
<Oh ho?~ There is someone in town you have yet to trip for?>
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the-empress-7 ¡ 4 years ago
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I truly can't wait for this book cause it will be a peek into her point of view. Demented point of view. Supposedly excerpts will start coming out this weekend. This is going to be a hoot. I just know it will express her insane jealousy of Kate and people in the UK will be incensed. Mad as hatter's. It really is going to be hard for the RF to keep on acting as if nothing is happening.
The BRF has already said they will not be commenting on it. We all better take precautions to avoid sugar comas. 
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antihero-writings ¡ 4 years ago
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In Plain Sight
Cover art by Stlyrica on instagram!! I’ll put a link to it in the replies!!
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: When Break hides Gilbert's favorite Christmas ornament somewhere in the Rainsworth manor, the Golden Trio must spend the afternoon looking for it. But why is it so special to Gil?
Notes: I originally wrote this for the prompt "Ornaments" in an alphabetical Christmas prompt list my friends and I did in 2017--(it was going to be part of a group of Christmas fics we all wrote for different fandoms. Some of the people in that group hadn't read PH, so that's why this fic has some explanations for who the characters are). Then I posted it for Pandora Hearts Month 2018 for the Golden Trio Prompt: Friendship. I hope you like it! I would really appreciate it if you could reblog and/or leave a comment to let me know if you enjoyed it!
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“You’re the tallest, Gil, you should put the star on top!”
“Ooh! It looks yummy! Like a big cookie!”
“It’s not a cookie, Stupid Rabbit!”
It was a few days before Christmas, and the trio was at the Rainsworth manor. Finally, everything was ready for the holiday; a fire was dancing in its place, the stockings were all lined up on the mantle, and they had just put the finishing touches on the tree. The only one who hadn’t been informed about the festive season, was the sky outside; it had been raining for the past few weeks. There was a chill in the air, it was frosty, but snow hadn’t quite come yet. Still, they made the most of their time indoors.
“Perfect!” Oz exclaimed.
Oz Vessalius was the fifteen-year-old heir to the Vessalius dukedom, but after his escape from the Abyss that year, when he wasn’t off on adventures, and missions, he spent most of his time at the Rainsworth’s.
“It’s so pretty, Onii-chan!”
On account of the ten-year gap, Oz’s sister, Ada, was older than Oz now, but, no matter what, she would never stop seeing him as her older brother. She was on Christmas break from Lutwidge Academy, and more than happy to spend it at the Rainsworths, with her brother. She had, of course, brought her two cats—Snowdrop and Kitty—with her, (which Gilbert maintained a healthy distance from, due to his phobia of cats).
“The Rainsworths will have the best-decorated tree in town!”
Oscar, their uncle, was spending the afternoon with his niece and nephew too. He was a bearded, bespectacled man, with the same blonde hair and green eyes as the rest of his family. At the moment, he was sitting on one of the couches, with a cup what he called ‘tea’, but which the rest of them guessed probably had something stronger in it.
“I can’t take all the credit, Gil and Alice helped a little,” Oz joked.
“‘A little!’”
Gilbert was Oz’s servant; a dark-haired man, who often appeared cold and reserved, but who was rather sensitive, and a worrywart. He still sometimes acted as though they were only a year apart in age too, despite the fact that he was now ten years older than his master.
“Yeah, manservant!” Alice challenged, “More like we did all the work!”
“I was just teasing!”
“Well,” Sharon had a way of returning things to order with her calm and proper words, “you all did a wonderful job.”
Sharon was the heiress to the Rainsworth dukedom, and looked like a thirteen-year-old girl, though was really in her twenties or thirties—(they knew better than to ask her exact age). Her chestnut hair was usually tied back into a kind of half-ponytail, and, as always, she outmatched them all on style points; today it was with a dress of a wintery blue that looked as if she was trying to encourage the snow to fall. As per usual, she held a cup of tea in one hand—peppermint, she had informed them, for the Christmas season—and a pastry in the other. She was sitting at a small round table on the other side of the room, with Reim—duke Barma’s bespectacled, hard working, servant, who spent more time at the Rainsworth’s than anywhere else, with his two best friends—Sharon and Break.
“Well, I’m beat,” Alice stretched and yawned, “Seaweed-head, when are you going to make me some meat?”
Most Chains (creatures from the Abyss) didn’t look like Alice did; like a fourteen-year-old girl, with floor length brown hair, and an almost cat-like physique—(though it was a giant rabbit she often turned into). Also unlike other illegally contracted Chains, she did not have a thirst for human blood, although she did have a particular love for meat, as well as almost anything edible.
“I suppose I can make you something, now that we’ve finished,” Gil sighed.
“Oh? Have you now?” they turned to see Sharon’s servant, Xerxes Break, grinning as he poured himself another cup of tea. “Are you sure nothing’s…” he leaned back against the table, “missing?”
Break was a red-eyed, white-haired man, also much older than he looked. Even those close to him would say he was a bit of an acquired taste; his love for teasing, the creepy doll on his shoulder, and his general lack of regard for other people and their feelings, made it difficult for those subject to his mischiefs—such as Gilbert—to acquire any kind of affection for him.
Gilbert froze, turning his head slowly to the tree. His eyes immediately found the empty space where a certain ornament had been.
“Break!” he shouted, spinning back to him, “Must you do this every year?!”
“Let an old man have his fun.” Break grinned.
“I believe he must, Gilbert-sama,” Sharon answered Gilbert’s question, nonchalantly taking a sip of tea before continuing, “It has become something of a tradition.”
“I should have spent Christmas with he Nightrays this year,” Gilbert grumbled, reluctance in his motions as he began to pick up books, and other objects around the room, as if searching.
“You’re so mean,” Break chided playfully, then spoke a little more seriously, knowing Gilbert had no intentions of spending much time with his adoptive family, and real brother, “You’d rather spend Christmas with the sewer rat, than us?”
Gil gave him a death glare.
“Sorry…but what’s a tradition?” Oz asked, turning to Sharon and Break.
He wouldn’t admit it, but sometimes, especially with things like this, the ten-year gap could make Oz feel like an outsider.
“Every year Break takes Gilbert-sama’s favorite ornament,” Sharon explained, “And hides it somewhere in the manor.”
“Ooh! That sounds like fun!”
“It’s not fun, Oz!” Gilbert hollered at his master, “It’s a waste of a perfectly good afternoon! Not to mention annoying, and rude!”
Break laughed. Gil had yet to learn his outrageous reactions were what made this sort of thing so fun for the prankster.
“Don’t worry, Gil!” Ada bounded up to him, “I’ll help you look!”
Gilbert flushed, “T-Thank you.”
“What does it look like, Gil?”
He looked at Oz, then turned back to Ada, and explained it quietly enough that only she could hear.
She nodded, beaming, and began to look in a different part of the room.
“What’s the matter, Gil?”—Gil gasped as his master appeared suddenly at his other side—“You don’t want me to know what it is?” Oz’s laugh faded into a more puzzled expression when Gil averted his eyes, turning redder.
“It’s a secret, Onii-chan!” Ada answered for him, “You’ll see when we find it!”
He didn’t get the chance to ask anything more, because Alice broke in, having been observing all their interactions,
“Does…Does this mean I won’t get my meat?”
“Uh huh,” Gilbert sighed, “That’s exactly what it means.”
“No! I will not allow it!” Alice shook her head, and whirled around on Break, pointing at him in an accusatory manner, “Clown! Return Seaweed-head’s stupid ornament his instant!”
“It’s not stupid, Stupid Rabbit!”
“Aren’t you a spoilsport?” The Mad Hatter teased, then the doll on his shoulder, Emily, finished,
“Why should I listen to some dumb bunny?”
Alice growled, her hands clenching into fists. She spun to Gilbert, declaring as she ran up to him,“Then I won’t rest until I find that ornament! With the great Alice-sama on your side, you cannot fail!”
“Sure you won’t just get in the way?”
She kicked him in the shin, crossing her arms, “You’d be lost without me, Seaweed-head.”
“Don’t kick me, Stupid rabbit!” he rubbed his leg, “Now go look for it over there!” he stamped his injured foot back down and pointed to the opposite corner of the room, (to which she quickly ran, proceeding to tear her designated space apart in a matter of seconds.)
“Is this ornament really all that important, Gil? I mean, we have lots of—”
“Yes!” he answered before his master could finish, “it is!”
Oz sighed, knowing how attached his servant could get to things, “Alright. So…is us helping against the rules?” he asked, watching Alice destroy the room in search of it, Ada calmly remove things, and put them back where they were meant to go, and Gil as a mix of the two.
“Don’t you think we would have stopped them if it was, Oz-kun?”
Sharon shook her head, “It doesn’t matter who finds it, watching him search is the fun part.” Her mischievous side was showing; most of the time she was this prim and proper lady, but being close to Break had its effects.
“That’s right; the more people searching, the funnier it is when they can’t find it,” Break sang. “Though, tell me, Ojousama,” he turned to his mistress “are you merely saying that because you wagered he’d find it early—before 18:00?” he asked knowingly, sitting up on the table—(Reim gave him a look that could only be interpreted as: can-you act-any-less-like-a-servant?)
They turned to the clock—it was 15:00.
“Why do you want to know, Break?” his mistress asked with a tone of false interest, “Are you afraid your skills as a prankster have gone down with age?” she patted her mouth innocently with a napkin.
“What do you take me for, Ojousama?” he smirked, crossing his legs, narrowing his eyes at Gilbert, “He’ll need all the help he can get.”
Gilbert returned to him an even more murderous look.
“You… betted on this?”
“All part of the tradition, Oz-kun,” Break mentioned, stealing a mini pastry from Reim’s plate—(the incense was more than evident on Reim’s face, and probably why Break did it).
“It’s not money we wagered, though; If I win, Break has to swear off sweets over Christmas—as well as make me a lavish dessert full of those sweet things he can’t have. And if Break wins, I have to buy him an equally lavish amount of extra Christmas candy and sweets.”
“Nice! Break, I didn’t know you could bake!”
“He really can’t,” Sharon chuckled, “But it’s fun to see what he comes up with.”
Break glared at her.
“So… is this how you bet every year?”
“Sometimes it’s different. But it’s usually something to the effect of giving Break a taste of his own medicine…Though I seem to recall one year, I wanted Break to do this dance I had heard of in a book, if he lost. I believe it was called ‘Futterwacken.’”
“That’s a weird name for a dance!” Oz laughed, “So? How did that go?
“I suppose it is,” she smiled, “That was one of the tamer punishments, but, when he did lose, he refused—rather blatantly.”
“Really?!” he turned to Break.
“How many times must I tell you? I have no talent for dancing.”
“Truly, as a servant of the Rainsworth Dukedom, it would be better fitting that you learned,” she shook her head, then turned back to Oz, “Anyway, after that, we thought the chance to take away his candy was rather enjoyable.”
“Aw, I want to join the bet!”
Gilbert looked affronted, but before he could speak, Oz continued, boyish excitement simmering in his tone,
“Say, what if, if Break loses, I get to eat his candy instead?!”
Sharon and Break glanced at each other.
“Let me ask you something, Oz-kun;” Break set down his tea, “Are you willing to risk the consequences of such a wager?”
“Ehh…consequences?”
“Why of course. I couldn’t give little Oz-kun the chance of stealing my candy without the proper torment in store if he lost.”
“Eh…” Oz knew just how mean Break could get, and that this could very well turn into a prank war that ended in actual blood, “I think I’ll pass.”
“I always said you were smarter than you looked,” the Mad Hatter picked up his tea again.
“Maybe you could join in by helping me look, instead of encouraging them, Oz!” Gilbert whirled on him.
“Aww, do I have to?” the fifteen-year-old groaned.
“Oz!”
Oz turned to the masterminds, as if silently asking for them to give him an excuse not to.
“Hey, Oz-kun is sharp,” Break began, then Emily added,
“Probably smarter than these three put together!”
—two of the aforementioned three gave him what can only be described as ‘fight-me’ faces, and Ada looked disheartened—Break took no notice, and finished,
“So that depends; whose side are you on?”
“Well,” Oz thought for a moment, then mused, grinning, “it would be fun to see Break trying to swear of candy!”
“Is that so?” Break’s eye narrowed.
“In any case, why isn’t Reim-san helping?” he shifted the focus. “You’re not the kind of person to sit back while others are in trouble”
Reim sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “While that may be true, these two are often harsher with me, than others. If I help you, I have a feeling I shall pay for it in some way later,” he shot them an icy look, “dearly.”
“Whatever do you mean, Reim-san?” Sharon asked innocently. “We thought you enjoyed our company.”
“Yeah, it’s only because you’re our favorite, Reim-san,” Break gave a fake sappy voice.
“Then pick a new favorite!”
“That’s not how it works! You have a lifetime guarantee!”
“Sharon,” it was Ada who spoke. She had been focused on searching on the mantelpiece, and inside the stockings, “Why are there nine stockings?”
“What do you mean, Ada?” Oz asked, stepping over to her.
“Well, I was just thinking; there’s me, Onii-chan, Uncle, and Alice,”—Alice looked annoyed at Ada mentioning her name—“since we’re staying here for Christmas,” she pointed at each of the stockings in turn, “and these belong to Sharon-sama, Break, Duchess Rainsworth-sama, and Reim-san, right? But who does this last one belong to?” she held the bottom of the last one, careful not to pull it off the mantle.
They turned to Break and Sharon, who glanced at each other, their mischievous grins fading into more somber, reminiscent expressions.
“It was Break’s idea,” Sharon answered.
“Well, I can’t take all the credit—“
“It’s for my mother…That has become something of a tradition as well. We just thought it would be nice, to have something to remember her by during the Christmas season.”
The tone in the room quieted; the rest of them knew that Shelly was Sharon’s mother, who had died sometime after Oz’s coming of age ceremony.
“That’s…actually really sweet,” Oz noted, “Break, I’m surprised you thought of it!”
“You think you’re cute, don’t you? And you say that like I’m cruel.”
“Well…” Oz rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, trying to formulate a non- insulting answer in his mind.
“I think what Oz is trying to say,” Reim started out gently, then finished harshly, “Is that it’s high time you realized you can be a jerk, Xerxes!”
“Well, I wouldn’t say jerk’…” Oz began.
“I would,” Gil mumbled.
“My…I cant believe that you all….” Break began softly, then Emily jeered,
“Just figured that out now!”
The anger was evident on all of their faces.
“Really, why are you all ganging up on me,” Break grinned, without a hint of hurt in his voice, “when you should be focusing on the task at hand?”
“Because it’s your fault we’re in this mess!” Gilbert shouted, then ran his hand frustratedly through his hair, observing the mess they had made of the room, before demanding, “Is it in this room?!”
“Given up already, have you?” Emily teased.
Gilbert clenched his hands into fists, biting back a retort.
“Did anyone see him leave the room?!”
Everyone looked at Gilbert blankly, or up at the ceiling, trying to think if they had, realizing they had no idea, and knew full well Sharon could have used Eques to transport him when their backs were turned anyways. Gilbert put his hands on his hips, sighing at their silence “Alright. We have a whole manor to look through, it’s best we move on from this room,” he paused, turning again to Break, with malice in his eyes, “Right?”
“Sure, kiddo!” Emily replied, and he gave the fakest grin yet.
Gilbert gritted his teeth, then shook his head, directing them,
“Let’s split up; Ada, you go down the left hall, Stupid Rabbit, you take the right. I’ll go downstairs.”
“I won’t let you down, Seaweed-Head!” Alice sped down the hall, not even searching, as if she had forgotten the task she’d been given.
Ada nodded, “Come on, Snowdrop, Kitty!” she called to her cats.
Oz sighed, “Alright, fine. I’ll help too.”
Gilbert smiled, about to thank him, when Oz added,
“But I expect to be rewarded for my troubles!”
His servant rolled his eyes.
“I kinda need to know what it looks like, though, don’t I, Gil? You seemed to want to keep it a secret earlier.”
“You’ll…um….You’ll know it when you see it,” Gilbert looked anywhere but at his master.
Oz sighed, putting his hands on his hips, “Really? That kinda makes things harder, you know.”
“Oh, not up to the challenge, are you Oz-kun?” Break goaded.
“No, no, I can do it! I just feel like we’re not addressing a key part of the puzzle here!”
With that Gilbert pulled him out of the room and into the search.
Gilbert was right; it did seem like a bit of a waste of an afternoon; exhausting wasn’t the only word that came to mind after rifling through each room one by one, with no clue as to where it might be. Especially because the feeling began growing in them that Gilbert was way too attached to things, as well as that Break was, indeed, a jerk. They didn’t know how much time had passed before they met up again in the hall, everyone hanging their heads in shame and disappointment.
“What should we do?” Ada asked quietly.
“We can’t let the clowny bastard win!” Alice slammed a fist into her other palm to emphasize her point.
“That’s right!” Gilbert agreed, “For years I had to put up with his constant teasing, it’s high time we got him back!”
“I don’t think losing the bet is really going to make him stop. I mean, he’s lost before, right?”
“You don’t have to be so blunt about it!” Gilbert complained.
“Sorry,” Oz shrugged.
In the moment of silence that followed, Ada’s cat started rubbing against Oz’s leg, as if trying to comfort him.
“What do you think, Snowdrop?” Oz asked jokingly, picking up his sister’s cat, (Gilbert eyed it, a whine developing in his throat, scooching away), “Do you have any idea where it is?”
Oz gasped.
“What is it, Onii-chan?”
Tied into the cat’s collar was a ribbon, attached to a little ornament. He pulled it free and placed the cat on the floor (it meowed and padded away).
The other three gasped in turn, leaning in to get a better look at it.
“That bastard!” Gilbert slammed his fist into the wall behind him. “He knew I wouldn’t go near your cats!”
“Yeah,” Oz laughed, “leave it to Break to take the cheap shot.”
“What are we waiting for?!” Alice demanded, “Didn’t I just say we can’t let the clowny bastard win!”
“You’re right!” the others said together, and bolted down the hall.
“We found it!” Oz held the ornament high, like a trophy, as they burst through the door.
At the same moment that he held up the evidence, the hour chimed.
They each glanced at each other, then at the clock, which read exactly 18:00.
“My, my, isn’t this an interesting turn of events?” Break remarked, stretching, “It looks like it’s a tie, Ojousama.”
“It would appear,” Sharon smiled “In that case, would you please excuse me for a moment?” she gathered her dress and hurried out of the room.
“So, which one of you found it?” Break asked, walking over to them.
“I did.”
The prankster smirked, “What did I tell you?” he ruffled Oz’s hair, “Oz-kun’s sharp.”
“So… what does that mean about your wagers?” Oz tried to put his hair right. “Since you tied?”
“Just a moment Oz-kun,” he put his hand on Oz’s head, his sleeve falling over his eyes, and looked over their heads
Sharon quickly did return, a little out of breath, holding a small package wrapped in a ribbon.
“Here you are, Break!” she held it out for him.
He took it from her and unwrapped it, opening the little red box to reveal that it was filled with the the candy she had promised.
“Just the thing I needed” he patted her head, unwrapping a piece and tossing it into his mouth. “Better luck next time, Ojousama,”
Oz and Alice stared at him, open-mouthed, dumbstruck that he had beat them.
“Now I suppose I should get started on that dessert of yours,” he waited until the proper moment to add.
“Please do.”
“Huh?” Oz and Alice asked simultaneously.
“Since we tied,” Sharon spoke, as they both turned to them, “we both win.”
“So…does that mean the clown still has to swear off candy?” Alice asked hopefully.
“No—Unfortunately,” Sharon added, glancing at her servant, who rolled his eyes, eating another piece, “We both get the rewards of the wager, but no one gets the punishment.”
“More in the Christmas spirit, wouldn’t you agree, Ojousama?” he said between candy crunches.
“Since when do you care about ‘Christmas spirit’?!” Gilbert demanded.
“Better luck next year, I guess,” Oz tried to put a positive spin on it.
“Next year?!” Alice fumed, “I want to settle this now!” (Gilbert held Alice by the neck of her jacket.)
“Believe me,” Reim grunted, eyeing Break, “it’ll only end worse for you,”
“Who knows?” Break shrugged, “There may not be a next year, Oz-kun.”
Alice continued to seethe while the others glanced at each other, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.
“There you go again,” Reim scolded. “You can’t just mention something like that!”
Break dismissed him with a wave of his hand, chuckling to himself, and muttering something about his uptightness, as he made his way down the hall to the kitchens.
After Break left, Oz looked down at his hand, opening his fingers to reveal the little clay, painted oddity he was still holding. Alice came behind him and looked over his shoulder at it.
“What…is it?”
“You didn’t know what you were looking for?!” Gilbert questioned.
“Because you never told me, Seaweed-head!”
Gilbert looked away, clearly wanting to bite back, but without argument with which to do so.
Oz shook his head, staring at it. It was rather crudely made, ineptly painted. But he couldn’t mistake it for anything else—and Gil had been right, he did know it when he saw it.
Because he was the one who made it.
“I can’t believe you kept this, Gil.”
Gilbert looked away, nodding and turning red.
Now he understood why Gilbert was so intent on getting it back. This ornament had probably become a symbol to Gilbert—much like Shelly’s stocking on the mantelpiece was for Break and Sharon—for Oz himself. This ornament, through the years, had probably become tied to his faithful valet’s unending hope that his master would come back. Each year Break took it, as if teasing that perhaps he wouldn’t (and, maybe this was his roundabout way of him trying to prepare him for that), but Gilbert always got it back, as if displaying that he would never lose that hope.
“Oy! What is it?!” Alice demanded again, upset her ‘manservant’ wasn’t focusing all his attention on her.
“It’s a bird, Alice,” Oz answered simply.
“Really, how do you figure?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t look very good does it?” Oz laughed.
“Seaweed-head, why would a crappy ornament like this be your favorite?”
“Oy! You don’t see me criticizing your bad taste!”
“Bad taste?! I have impeccable taste! I eat meat every day!”
“That’s not what—”
“Its because I made it for him,” Oz answered her question quietly.
“You?” Alice laughed, slapping him on the back, “You have pretty poor skills, Oz.”
“Give me a break! I was a kid!”
Oscar laughed, walking up to them, “You’re still a kid, Oz. Yes…I can’t remember how old he was, but he made me, Ada, and Gilbert ornaments,” he laughed a little, putting his arm around Gilbert, “I remember how offended Gil was at his master making him a gift.”
“Yeah,” Oz laughed, they all looked up at Gil, who got steadily redder the more they spoke, “We had to force him to accept it.”
“Why are you surprised he kept his, Onii-chan?” Ada asked, “Uncle and I kept ours. They’re back at the Vessalius manor. But! we could bring them over here if you want!”
“That’s okay, I believe you! Still… Like Alice said, they don’t look very good.”
“But, like you said, you were the one who made them for us,” Oscar ruffled his nephew’s hair.
“What were the ornaments you made for them, Oz?” Alice asked.
“Well, I made Ada a little cat, and uncle Oscar a camera. I didn’t really know what Gil liked, so I just made him a bird. Funny, how your chain is Raven now.”
“How come you haven’t made me one, Manservant?!” Alice hit Oz on the head.
“Hey! I’ve been busy!” he rubbed the spot where she hit him.
“In any case,” Alice turned to Gilbert, jumping quickly to the next subject, “now you can make my meat, Seaweed-head!”
“Break’s using the kitchen, Stupid Rabbit!”
“Then let’s go to the market! I’m starving!”
Gilbert sighed into his hand, “Fine. Let me get my hat and coat.”
“Can I come with you guys?” Ada asked—Alice looked peeved, but Gil and Oz had already welcomed her.
“I’ll go check if Break needs anything!” Oz ran off towards the kitchen.
As Oz arrived, he saw that Break had changed out of his white coat and purple shirt into more casual closing—likely so he wouldn’t ruin his normal outfit. He had rolled up the sleeves, and was wearing a pink apron Gil sometimes wore when he cooked for them here, but which probably belonged to Sharon’s grandmother, or mother. He had already begun to make a mess of things; flour was all over the counter, chocolate was on the walls, somehow there were even ingredients in in his hair.
“You need some help?” Oz asked, half-jokingly.
Break looked up.
“Oz-kun,” he noted, then grinned, “You? Help me? Gotten bored of Gilbert-kun, and Alice-kun already?”
“Nah. I just wanted to know if you needed anything. We’re going to the store.”
Oz knew that Break could have asked for help from the staff, or Gilbert, but Sharon called him ‘Mr. One-Man-Show’ for a reason; sure, it might not taste or look all that good, but at least he would have made it himself.
“You really think I wouldn’t have come prepared?”
“But, if you won, you wouldn’t have to make—”
Oz gasped. Realizing something:
They both had bought the supplies ahead of time. Oz thought one of them would have to go to the store, depending on who won the bet, (perhaps dragging the other begrudgingly along), but they both had already bought the necessary ingredients. Which meant, either the food one of them bought would go to waste, or be used in some other way, or, regardless of who won or lost, they still intended to give each other the gifts.
“You already had the ingredients,” Oz thought out loud. “and Sharon-chan already had your candy...”
“So?”
“I would have thought one of you would have to go to the store, depending on who won.”
“What’s your point, Oz-kun?” Break pushed his hair back.
Oz shook his head, grinning like he now had some secret information. “Break, you really are a nice guy, aren’t you?”
Break put his hand on the table, turning to him, “Wipe that cheeky grin off your face before I do it for you.”
Oz put his hands behind his back, sauntering closer.
“Oh, nothing,” he whistled, “Just that, well, you do this every year, don’t you? Sharon likes to give you a taste of your own medicine if you lose, but you both use this an excuse to give each other extra gifts, don’t you? I bet it was your idea in the first place.”
“How do you know we weren’t planning to use the supplies in some other way?”
“Because you’re not considerate enough to let others use your stuff,” he grinned, “Didn’t you just say there would be punishment in store if I got your candy?”
“Well,” he smirked at Oz’s discovery, twirling the spoon in his hand, “‘nice’ would be stretching it. But maybe occasionally I’m not a complete ‘jerk.’”
Oz grinned. That was all the confirmation he needed.
As if he were brandishing a sword, Break flicked chocolate on Oz’s face with the spoon, “Now get out of here.”
Oz rolled his eyes.
“Good luck, Break!”
With that he exited the room, and ran to the front door to catch up with Gil, Ada, and Alice, who were gathered there, waiting for him.
“Break doesn’t need anything!” he called to them, “Let’s go!”
At first it may have seemed like a waste of time, but, in the end, Oz realized; an afternoon playing a game, learning that after ten years Gil had still cherished the small gift he had once been reluctant to accept, seeing how Sharon and Break found ways to bring each other joy, spending time with his friends, spending time with his real family, would never be a waste of an afternoon for him.
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bangtanfancamp ¡ 5 years ago
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•high school crush! Hobi
•hobi’s been acting lovestruck as heck around you, and you don’t mind one bit. You’re just as gone over him. All the flirting’s been fantastic, but is he ever going to DO something about it?
•hello loves! I posted this like 3 days ago but I REALLY wanted to tweak the ending cuz I just wasn’t satisfied with it. It didn’t flow well enough for me- it didn’t feel clear nor was there enough angst 😛 so ya girl had to repost. Should I delete the original so no one gets confused? Sorry for any inconvenience!!!! Here’s the finished product! WITH the glorious addition of the keep reading tab! Thanks to the account who answered that ask and helped me out! You’re the best! 💕💕💕💕💕
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“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hey” he beamed back, voice just as hushed and breathless as mine.
The April sunlight danced through the strands of his wavy hair- so beautiful in the best way- casting a molten halo around the edges of him as he stood over me. His lashes were so thick, luscious really. A heavy canopy over his bright coffee eyes, delirious with delight. Every time I smiled, his own grew massively wider. I wondered what it was he was seeing in me that made him look like he was floating off the ground.
He bounced lightly onto the balls of his feet, hand crushing his bag strap as he looked down at me.
“So, I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I like you.” He blurted out all at once as I staggered internally.
Hobi...liked me back? I knew it. No I didn’t. I just wanted it. Does he mean it, really mean it? I felt lightheaded.
“Like, I fell hard, y/n…” hoseok continued.His cheshire cat grin snaked across his face, devious eyes sparkling like he was proud of himself for being so painfully obvious. Like it was some delicate dance he’d mastered instead of the insane game it really was. Like he hadn’t been willfully driving me crazy for weeks now as those giggling eyes wrecked me for fun.
I couldn’t believe it. Every part of my gut had wondered- had known we had a connection- but I wasn’t prepared for the adrenaline spike of hearing his sweet voice say it out loud.
“Because- look at you, you’re so- you all the time. It’s just so cute and… well, I just… if I’ve been obvious, you seem pretty obvious too. So I can’t think of any reason why we ...shouldn't just, you know, lean into it…” He babbled, giddy as he smiled through a toothy lip bite, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb at my feet in a neutral space. He’d come closer somehow as I stood there shellshocked, his eyes suddenly infatuated with the teardrop dip of my Cupid’s bow.
“Lean into it?” Breath shallow, I peaked up at him through my lashes. Stop dancing around this. Tell me you want me too, hobi. Admit it. I didn’t deny his guesses. He was right. He was completely right. But I was desperately tired of this mad hatter approach of his that still kept a two foot gap between us. Especially when he was looking at me like that.
God, Hobi’s eyes were so pretty. They made me feel like I was already lost and gone. Like I was smiling up at him, pressed skin to skin beneath his golden body for the thousandth time that day. Hidden away somewhere deep beneath a sumptuous duvet, my sanity some far off thing, never to be seen again as long as he kept his hands on me... those were the sorts of things his eyes whispered to me.
When in reality, this hoe had yet to do anything more than make me heady and dizzy with fleeting touches and glances. He’d been stringing me along for weeks now, toying with me. Who knows when he’d figured out how I felt about him, but god, he was right. I’d been just as bad as him. I was falling apart, floating around smiling like a proper idiot whenever he was near me- he knew. And he loved it. He ate it up like catnip, the little brat.
And He felt it too! Heck, he was even admitting it right now! But what I didn’t understand was why he’d never actually acted on it. All this flirting, all this tension- and no follow through ! Nada. None. Zip.He hadn’t even held my goddang hand yet. Do it. Do something! I screamed in my head. Anything! For the love of God, Just do it, you coward.
“Hobi, are you asking me something?” Spit it out, Hobi
Nonchalantly, he flipped his wavy bangs out of his eyes, weight sinking into one hip. “Do I have to?” He whined, shrugging. “I mean, you have to know how I feel by now, right? God, y/n, can’t you tell I’m nuts about you?” He shook his head softly at me, eyes wild and happy- like he thought he was explaining gravity to me. Like this was simple and funny. Like further words were absurd and unnecessary. It was such a him thing to do. And It bugged the crap out of me.
“Then. show. me,” I growled. My eyes flicked up, all boldness and challenge, and god-he laughed!
“I am! I’m trying to. What else do you want!” His playful eyes glittering innocently. He dipped forward from his hips, an exaggerated right angle as his face plummeted right in front of mine. He’d never been that close to me.
My eyes went wide at how at small the gap between our lips was, a small gasp flying out of me before I could stop it. Is this it? I felt myself sink into the gravity around him, drifting in against my will, praying he’d finally pull the trigger-
But before I could register what was happening, he was rocking back away on his light airy feet, laughing happily and completely ignoring my lightheaded state. That jerk.
Screw him.
He had the endurance to twirl in this cheeky dance all night, but I was over it.
“Insufferable! You are absolutely insufferable.” I huffed.
“What? Why? I’m just being honest! I’ve told you how I feel, now tell me what you want.” He bit his lip, positively bursting at the seams with laughter and I’d had it.
“What do you mean ‘what do I want’?!” I huffed again. I want you to touch me already, Hobi! God, I’m about to combust. Please. Just do it...you’re RIGHT there….. “Are you serious?” I was getting angry now, this was just feeling cruel.
“I’m asking! How else will I know what you want?” His eyes were almost glowing now, and it pushed me over the edge.
Squaring my shoulders and shaking my head, I dove straight in,“This, you idiot.”
Crashing forward, I fell into his lips. With my fingers snaking through his hair and around his warm neck to brace myself, I sank right into him.
I’d startled him- I heard a sputtered, muffled version of my name get stuffed back into his mouth by my kiss. His eyes had flown wide. For all his goading, he hadn’t expected my boldness, hadn’t expected to be one upped. But what had he expected? Toying with me like this for weeks now. It was his first time not having the upper hand and it felt delicious.
Flustered as he may have been, it barely took him a second to recover before he melted into me. And Jesus, when he did-
His veiny palms circled my waist, scooping me up and into him. I toppled off balance on the balls of my feet but he just pressed me tighter. God , I felt so dizzy, so warm and secure in his hands. Why the heck did you made me wait so long for this, Hoseok?
His lips were lazy and sweet even though his embrace was desperately secure. He took the time to drag the tip of his nose against mine, long fingers tracing over my cheek as he smiled between kisses before dipping back in. I’ve never been so infatuated with a feeling in my life. He tasted like the butterscotch toffee we’d made in home ec today, salty and sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. I felt so greedy but so dizzy and happy.
To the point that I hadn’t even realized I was giggling until he bit my bottom lip and tugged it, avortex of warmth swirling in my belly when he did. Dazzled, my gaze flicked up to meet his- it was as glittery and dazed as mine. Only, it held something extra now- something that looked an awful lot like craving.
Oh.
He’s never looked at me like that.
There was a sharpness to his grin, like now that I’d opened this up as a possibility he wasn’t sure what part of me he wanted to devour first. His eyes held an edge I hadn’t seen in him before, and I realized very quickly that I didn’t know what I was in for anymore. I was used to the playful, evasive boy in him. The one who would play with my hair and brush it from eyes, then disappear with a vagabond smile and leave me wanting. But not today. Not by the way those razor sharp eyes were dragging over me now as I caught my breath. No, this was another creature entirely- it delighted and terrified me all at the same time that I might have awoken more than I meant to.
God, this tension between us was maddening now, but I loved It. It was his move . What will you do now, Hobi? His palms encased my waist, fingers splayed into my softness there with an intensity that said he didn’t know what to do with his hands but he’d be damned before he let me go. He looked predatory and strong. He looked beautiful.
“Why the heck did you wait so long to do that?” He asked, bottom lip snagged in his teeth. And then his eyes changed. They were laughing.
“Wait- why did I ?! Are you serious right now?” Incensed, I shoved him hard in the chest. And the jerk laughed! Out loud—again!
“Yes! I am. If you wanted me that badly, you should’ve shut me up weeks ago. Why in God’s name would you let me be in charge of anything?” He teased, forehead pressed to mine, his smile deliriously wide.
“You! You’re why, you little-Oh my god, I’m gonna kill you,” I squinted murderously up at him, truly seconds from strangling him. I could have murdered the boy with my bare hands then. It would have been easy. He was certainly skinny enough.
“Ooo, kinky.” His eyebrows bounced salaciously, nose scrunched as he pretended to snap his teeth at me. But I wasn’t here to take the bait anymore. I felt an emotion I didn’t want to name tug at my chest, something hot flooding the corners of my eyes that I stubbornly pushed back. I can’t believe I thought you were different...
“You can’t turn everything into a joke, Hobi. I’m serious.” I sighed, stepping back to get some distance. “This isn’t a game to me....I really... liked you.” My hurt came out in mangled past tense, my voice small. Wimpy in my ears. “But I was the idiot to think you’d really meant any of those things you did.”
His sweet face went slack at my honesty. This was a new variable he hadn’t planned on... He didn’t know what to do with this sort of vulnerability. His mouth opened just to close itself again, not so much as a single sound coming out. Silence.
The quiet told me all I needed to know. I really was just something fun to pass the time to him, wasn’t I? He sputtered over nothing again before falling quiet, the look in his eyes making a little piece of my heart crack....
“I thought so.” A bleary glaze of tears threatened to cloud my vision, and I hated how pretty he still looked to me, even in abstract. Stupid boys. I was just a toy to him.
Steeling myself, I took one shaky breath to say my peace. “ I’m the only one with any real skin in this game, aren’t I? You know what- it’s a shame cause I really liked you, Hobi. Cant believe I thought you were different.”
My eyes flicked up to his one last time. I’d never seen him less assured, mouth still gaping like a river bass as I shook my head. His kiss was so perfect... I wanted to stay in it forever. but I didn’t want to be a joke to him. I didn’t just want to be fun for him. A body to help him pass the time. I wanted to matter to him, like he mattered to me. One more glance was all I could handle before I turned on my heel, my arm gripping my waist to hold myself together, and hid away from his sunlit presence.
I’d barely made it three solid steps before a warm hand clutched my wrist and spun me back around. “Would you wait like 5 seconds, woman?” Hobi was so riled up; he was panting like he’d run half a mile to catch me.
“Why should I ?” I challenged, eyes darting between his hand on my wrist and his face. A defiant tear had slipped down my cheek and I pivoted so he wouldn’t notice. I didn’t do it fast enough though, and hoseok noticed in a heartbeat. His hand molded to the side of my face in an instant, and I hated how quick my instinct to melt into him overrode my anger. His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, sweeping the tear away as I felt myself turn pliant at his touch.
His other hand reached up to trace the corners of my forehead, ghosting over my hair and tucking the mussed strands back into place. His face was open, soft now.
He took a long steady breath as his eyes studied me, the beginning of a smile I didn’t understand tugging at the corner of his perfect lips. His voice gentle when he finally began to speak.
“Y/n, look at me. I just told you how much I like you. Doesn’t that count for anything?”
“But then you turned it all into a joke after you kissed me. And it’s.... that was really scary. To work up the courage to do that and then have you laugh about it. Like it’s all just some joke to you....like I’m joke to you.” Ashamed, I looked up at him through my lashes as he continued to play with my hair. I wanted to still be mad at him- I had every right to be- but now he was being so....I don’t even know. Dreamy.
His laugh was different this time, more of a chuckle, empty of derision. Warm and rich and sweet as he looked down at me.
“Are you serious? I wasn’t laughing AT you, y/n. The most beautiful girl in school just kissed me—I was happy! Like, deliriously happy. I’d been trying to work up the nerve to do that for weeks now, and you beat my scaredy butt to it.
“ I don’t know why you’re so convinced that I don’t care about you. You’re not some plaything to me... you’re a badass, y/n. I’m so in awe of you. I couldn’t think you were a joke if I tried! I just ... suck at talking to you so I try to make you laugh...I can’t believe you’re mad at me! Or how pretty you are when you’re pouting.” He nuzzled his head down to brush his nose across mine. “I’m nuts about you. This is ridiculous. You don’t need to run away.”
His fingertips slipped down my shoulders to my wrists and twined them with both my hands as his forehead rested on mine. I felt my eyelids flutter shut at the crackle of electricity his touch lit up in me. “Stay. I won’t laugh anymore. I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I took a deep breath at his reassurance and God. He smelled so pretty. I don’t know how to describe it. He just- smelled like hobi. It was comforting and sweet and so-him. God, he was right. I was crazy about him. Where the heck did I think I was going? This was where I wanted to be.
“I overreacted, didn’t I?” I peeked up through my lashes at him, flinching in advance as I waited for his answer.
“Nah, I like how intense you are.” He confessed. “I know I’m an idiot sometimes. I probably could’ve handled that better. I’m just, still learning how to speak y/n. I’m not fluent yet .” He dropped his face, bashful, and that familiar flutter came back to my belly.
“So, what you’re saying is, you need more practice?”
“Oh, all the practice I can get.” And just like that—That look was back in eyes again. His gaze infatuated with my lips again. “Should we start now?”
“Hobi... “ my voice came out unsteady as his gaze raked over me. His lip was caught in his teeth and he was perilously close to me.
“Yes, y/n?” He whispered against the shell of my ear, and I shivered. I felt his hand on my waist tighten at my tremor as he whispered “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
The warmth of his breath as he dipped down to press a kiss to my throat lit my nerve endings up like a Christmas tree.
“Hobi, class is about to let out. We can’t just stand here making out in the hallway.” My words were valid, but held very little conviction as he worked his way up my neck one kiss at a time. He stopped just beside my ear, his warm breath sending something sparkling to shiver down my spine.
“Well, l guess you’ll just have to let me take you on a date then.” With one last kiss pressed open mouthed and hot to the skin beneath my ear, he pulled back to meet my eyes.
But when he looked at me again, all his seduction was gone. My bright happy Hobi back in his place- eyes glittering and boyish again. I wobbled a little at the quick change and the proximity of his smile, knowing full well what those lips could do to me now. “Where and when?”
“Tonight. At seven. Your favorite burger spot. I’ll drive.” His hands had slipped off my body and back to his messenger bag strap. He was walking backwards away from me now, cheeks glowing in sunlight as he smiled.
“Are you picking me up on that god forsaken moped?” I teased.
“Hey, you know you like holding on to me. We both know you think it’s hot.” He winked across the hall at me. I felt my blush creep up my cheeks at being found out. I opened my mouth to respond, sputtering and struggling just as the sound of the bell crashed through the hallway, cutting me off. Hoseok’s laughter was visible in his entire body as he walked away.
“Seven. Sharp! I’ll see you then.” He called out as the atrium began to fill with students dashing from class. He sent me one last cheeky wink before I lost sight of him amidst the bodies, and finally started to catch my breath.
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eirian-houpe ¡ 4 years ago
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The Library Beneath the Clock Tower - Chapter 41
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Gaston (Once Upon a Time)
Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Grumpy | Leroy, Maurice | Moe French, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Merida (Once Upon a Time), Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Le Fou, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Gus | Billy, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Mother Trude (Fairytale Character)
Additional Tags: Bookshop On the Corner, slightly AU, Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - In Storybrooke | Cursed (Once Upon a Time), Eventual Smut
Summary: Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community.
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Chapter 41 - Memory and Vision
Gold offered her his arm as they stepped away from the Cadillac, and as if in some strange court in a bygone era the two walked toward the entrance to the Festival Field. As they approached, Belle tried to take everything in; the lights hung in small strings of every shade imaginable, shining in the evening even though it would be many hours until sunset. The sounds of children’s laughter as they ran, alive and free, between colorful tents and the legs of indulgent adults. Everywhere the low murmur of voices joined in conversation and in celebration, in companionship beside tables laden with wares of every kind imaginable, over which spread colorful awnings hung with lights.
On the breeze, light for now, the myriad scents whirled like dervishes in the air, bringing the deliciousness of cooking meats and vegetables to Belle’s senses, making her realize how hungry she was, and the sweetness of juices, fruit and the tang of alcohol, how thirsty. In even more subtle intermittent waves, Belle was sure she caught the scent of sweet incenses, and rarer yet, deeper scents that made her yearn deeply, her breath catching as she felt the slow coiling of arousal hint as to its presence in her belly.
“This is…” she swallowed hard and glanced at Gold, whose smile was warm and knowing, “…amazing, and… well, somewhat pagan.”
“You’ll find that much of Storybrooke and many of its residents have their roots in other times than the present,” he replied, but hadn’t the chance to say more as they were both interrupted by the loud, excited cry given by Leroy, the Gatekeeper to the town’s festival.
“You’re here!” he called out, and stepped forward without any heed to Gold’s presence to wrap Belle in a sudden and consuming hug before holding her out to arms’ length. “And look at you!”
She couldn’t help but let out a short, but happy, peal of laughter and looked at Leroy in his finery, which for him consisted of a linen shirt beneath a padded vest, and brown pants tucked into knee length boots; no shining brocade for him, but it felt right. It looked right in a way she couldn’t explain.
Then, as if remembering himself, Leroy cleared his throat and stepped back, picking up two goblets from a nearby table.
“And Mister Gold,” he said, “Welcome to the Miner’s Day Festival!”
He held out the goblets, and Belle saw Gold gesture to her to take one, before he, himself accepted the offered goblet, and murmured a response to the man in front of him.
“May the coming year be as prosperous as this,” he said.
“Right on, brother!” Leroy responded, and Belle almost choked on the sip of sticky, sweet liquid in the goblet. Never would she had believed anyone would dare to refer in such a way to Gold, but it seemed this one evening, Mister Gold did not in fact mind such a thing, and with a nod to Leroy, downed the contents of his cup, before handing it back to him.
Taking her cue from Mister Gold, Belle also drank down the delicious mead and handed back her cup, before she took Gold’s arm once more, and Leroy allowed them both to pass into the festival grounds.
“This has grown considerably since it’s early days,” Gold told her softly, leaning closer so that she could hear. “To the point where we had to move it out here to accommodate… everything.”
“It’s amazing,” she said, her head turning as though on a swivel, and Gold chuckled again.
“Go ahead,” he nodded toward the grounds themselves. “Take a proper look around if you’d like. I don’t want to hold you back, and if you turn your head much more, you’ll be giving yourself whiplash.”
Belle chuckled, and then asked, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Of course not,” he said with a smile, “and when you’re done rambling, you can come and find me. Most likely I’ll be in the open space by the fire.”
“Thank you,” she said, her face cracking into a grin that she hadn’t worn since she was a child, at least as far as she could remember.
“Go on,” he said, “Enjoy yourself. That’s what this is all about, after all.”
She squeezed his arm, and then before she could allow herself to feel guilty about wanting to see everything, she stepped away, into the crowds, and began to look around at all that was on offer.
The very first stall she came to was the ones run by the nuns, and it seemed they were selling an array of candles; home made, or presumably made at the convent, they smelled strongly of honey and essential oils. There was an information sheet taped to the blue fabric that covered the wood of the cart that made their stall, and Belle paused to read it.
Traditionally, the nuns at our convent exchanged candles with the Miners for coal to help power our boilers and keep the convent warm. It was through this exchange that Miner’s Day Festival began.
She smiled at the sister behind the cart, a beautiful woman with wavy, reddish-brown hair and a wide smile.
“We can save one for you,” the nun said, “If you’re like?”
“I’d like that,” Belle said. “You know what? Put me down for two.”
“You’re very kind.” The other woman reached for a pen and clip board that were behind the candles. “My name is Sister Astrid.”
“Belle,” she answered.
“Oh, the librarian,” Astrid’s smile was almost dazzling. “It’s wonderful that it’s open again, truly. You must be very busy.”
Astrid handed the clip board to Belle for her to fill in her details, and as she wrote, Belle answered, “Most days. There’s certainly been a lot of interest.”
“That’s wonderful!” Astrid exclaimed as Belle handed back the clipboard. “Well… thank you for this. We’ll get them to you as soon as we can.”
“Thank you,” Belle said returning the nun’s genuine smile, before she excused herself.
“Enjoy the rest of the evening,” Astrid called after her.
Belle lost herself for a while, in the many carts and stalls; the people of Storybrooke selling their wares. So many people in town seemed to have special skills about which Belle had no idea, it opened her eyes to the sense of old world community that must exist. She’d known Storybrooke was special, but she hadn’t realized quite how much. Until now. Marco with his carvings, and August with paper made by hand - and Belle made a mental note so seek him out after the festival; Granny, of course, with her pies and baked goods… Only a few she knew by name. All manner of crafts and services were on offer, and she delighted in each and every one.
She had no idea how long she had wandered, but eventually her feet took her, by instinct - or perhaps by unconscious notice that most everyone seemed to be drifting toward the open space, where a huge bonfire - safely cordoned off - had been built and stood ready to light. She spotted Gold, and he smiled as she approached, and once she was near enough, handed her what looked like a tall iced lemon drink.
“I thought you might be thirsty after all that wandering,” he said softly.
“I am, yes,” she said, and took a sip. Flavor exploded on her tongue, lemon and flowers and honey all at once and the cool of the ice in the drink made it all the more refreshing. “This is delicious,” she said, “What is it?”
“Elderflower lemon punch,” Gold answered. “Old Missus Souter and her children make it every year. One of the highlights of the festival for me.”
“Well, it’s just perfect for a hot summer evening,” she said. “And if it’s only one of the highlights, what are the others?”
Gold chuckled, and the sound went right through her. “Can’t give away all my secrets, now can I, Miss Marchland.” He smiled, a secretive wait-and-see kind of smile, and Belle shivered.
It wasn’t long before the assembled throng, the gathered mass of Storybrooke’s citizens, began mixing and mingling in the space, exchanging greetings, some embracing like long lost friends, and when the music began, so too did the dancing.
Folk tunes filled the air with melody and laughter, and the dancers let themselves dance freely, even though they seemed all somehow in perfect synchrony; a true ceilidh, full of joy. It was only as she looked around at the whirling colors of the beautiful dresses, and the suits worn by the men that she realized that one notable person was conspicuous by her absence: Mayor Mills. She turned to ask Gold if the Mayor ever came to the events, only to find the space behind her, where he had been, quite empty.
She frowned, and looked around, but could not see him anywhere. It was as though he had suddenly vanished out of existence. She did, however, see someone else, and smiled as she saw Paige sitting with some of the other children - the ones who were not dancing their own little jigs in a separate space from the adults. She wandered that way.
“Paige,” she greeted her, “You made it. Are you having fun?”
Paige made a face and said, “I told you, I hate this thing. It’s stupid, but I have to come because Miss Trude convinced my mum that it would be good for me, and besides, they need someone older to look after the little kids.”
“Well, I would have thought that’s a good thing,” Belle said, trying not to frown at the mention of the neighbor’s name. “Taking care of the younger ones.”
“Yeah, that is, it’s just all the rest of it,” Paige sighed, “All the grown ups dancing and being crazy… drinking and then… well…” she shrugged and blushing didn’t say anything more for a while, until she said, “I like it when night finally comes, and it’s good to be able to stay awake late.”
Belle smiled. “And is your mother here?” she asked.
Paige shook her head, and said, “Miss Trude brought me. She’s out there somewhere.” She gestured to the whirling mass.
“What about your father?” Belle asked, and as she said it, realized that Paige had never mentioned her father in all the time she had been coming to the library.
Paige shook her head again, a sad expression of longing crossing her face. “No,” was all she said, then, “Shouldn’t you be dancing?”
Belle started to open her mouth to tell Paige that she didn’t know the steps and that she wasn’t much for dancing anyway, but a familiar voice sounded behind her.
“She’s right, you know?”
She turned to see Jefferson in a top hat, and long tail coat, a vibrant purple scarf tied around his neck over a shirt in pink beneath the a slightly darker pink vest.
“And may I say, you’re looking lovely, this evening, Belle,” he added with a bow as he swept off his hat, behind her, she heard Paige giggle.
“Thank you, Jefferson,” she said, and eyed his now outstretched hand as though it would bite her.
“Come,” he said stretching out his hand again. “You’ll want to be out there when night begins to fall. Trust me.”
She didn’t miss the slight shift of his eyes to look over her shoulder at the children, and she glanced behind her to see Paige staring back, and the other children sitting with her all but open mouthed with wonder at the mention of nightfall.
“You’re up to something,” she accused softly, looking back at Jefferson.
“Isn’t everyone?” he asked without a hint of guile.
A third time he stretched out his hand, and this time she took it, allowing him to lead her to where everyone was dancing, spinning and turning, and without a moment’s hesitation he took her in a dancer’s hold and joined in with the merriment, leading her, somehow almost flawlessly through the steps and turns.
She couldn’t help but laugh, becoming giddy with it, and with the atmosphere of the evening that grew ever later, and maybe… perhaps… whatever was in that punch that Gold had gotten for her.
As she thought of Gold, she began to wonder where he had disappeared to once more. She turned her head from her random efforts to search the crowd, meaning to ask Jefferson if he had seen him, an as she did, a huge smile broke on his face, so wide that it was almost dazzling. With a final spin, he let go of her hand, and sent her spinning out toward the edge of the dancing revelers, toward a slight rise in the field, almost a hillside.
There, she stumbled to a stop just as the music faded away into a crackling of fire, and looking down toward the field she saw seven men, barely recognizing Leroy among them, who approached the huge bonfire with burning brands in their hands.
“The night has come at last!” They called out in unison.
“And so,” One of the nuns, whom she recognized as the Mother Superior stood at the fireside, and answered the shout of the men, “Thanks to you all, we shall all be graced with light.”
At her answer, the men thrust their flaming torches into the base of the bonfire, and with an almost explosive crackle, the fire burst into life.
Belle gasped, a solitary echo of the collective exclamation given off by Storybrooke. It was a magical moment, truly magical; special in a way she could not explain, not even to herself.
A moment later, colorful stars bejeweled the darkening sky in blue and red and golden light. Belle was momentarily transfixed. Then, she felt a heat at her back, and strong, warm fingers closed around her own, caressing softly before their fingers intertwined.
Fireworks paled, and the world slowed, became indistinct against the presence of the man behind her. She knew this man… loved him with the very essence of herself. It flashed through her like a pulse, and a strong, soft breeze lifted the wisps of her hair that had escaped their bindings, and she remembered.
Rumplestiltskin… “Why did you come back?” I wasn’t going to, but then… something changed my mind…. A kiss. “Uh… what’s happening?” I’m coming back, Rumple. “Isn’t that sweet. Still fighting for true love, even to the bitter end.”
The visions, memories came thick and fast, gathering momentum, but like a video played in reverse.
”I’m not a coward, dearie. It’s quite simple really… my power… means more to me than you.” No, no it doesn’t. You just don’t think I can love you. “Shut up.” This means it’s true love. “Shut the hell up!” But… town? You trust me to come back? “Oh, no. I expect I’ll never see you again.”
Sensations and emotions bubbled inside of her, everything coming so thick and fast that she could make no sense of it, and yet, in her heart it made perfect sense. Everything spun, backward and forward, out of order, filling her with an ache in her heart, a longing through the whole of her, her eyes hot with tears she could neither shed nor keep from falling.
”What made you choose to come here with me?” Heroism. Sacrifice. “I want something a bit more… special.” I'm so sorry but, uh... it's.. it's chipped. “My price… is her.” I think you were lonely. I mean, any man would be lonely. “It’s just a cup.” So… what are you going to do with me? “It’s forever, dearie.” No one decides my fate but me! “Who told you that? Who knows that!” I will go, with you, fore—
Suddenly breathless, Belle snatched her hand from his, stumbled as the spinning world fell over her. She sucked in a breath, the world settling. Trembling, she let out a shuddering breath. What’s happening?
She shook her head, barely glanced at Gold, at the disbelief and pain on his face, but behind it all something else, something… ephemeral. Then, unable to steady the too fast beat of her heart, she turned and fled.
Blinded, to where she was going, she collided with someone, and barely heard Jefferson call her name. She didn’t stop. She needed space. She needed air, but if she had looked back, she would have seen Jefferson and Gold exchanging agonized glances.
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ice-cream-nekogirl ¡ 5 years ago
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Amy Martinez (Character Sheet TV Tropes Style) K-O
Kick The Dog: Several times…
When she and Midoriya fought each other over how he handled the debacle with Overhaul, he attempted to apologize to her and give her an All-Might figure as a gift (Shinsou’s suggestion), but she rejected the gift and crushed it with her telekinesis.
Much like with Midoriya, Aizawa attempts to appease Amy when she’s upset with him for not taking her in after her parents died when he and the other pro-heroes could have, by apologizing and buying her a cat plushie, but Amy tells him it’s too late, denounces it as garbage and incinerates it with her pyrokinesis.
At the Christmas party, after Eri ate her cookie not knowing it was hers, an incensed Amy pretends to call Santa on her to not give her any presents.
Amy also wrote everyone angry letters (not knowing she wasn’t supposed to send them) and she simply wrote for Eri to “Get out.”  
As stated, Amy wrote angry letters to most of her classmates, but ended up accidentally sending them as her classmates end up reading her actual, cruel opinions of them and she later says them word-for-word which made Iida,Yaoyorozu and Ojiro cry:
Calls Uraraka a ‘basic bitch’.
Tells Kirishima that he’s an idiot if he thinks being manly means anything.
Says that Yaoyorozu is ‘really stupid for the smartest girl in the class’ and is a ‘privileged bubblehead’
Similarly she calls Iida an ‘uptight robot’ and a ‘priveleged rich boy with no real meaningful goal’.
Asks Sero what he’s even doing in the Hero Course because he’s a “fucking human tape dispenser”
Calls Ojiro the “worst one in the class” because he’s “boring”, then insults his hero costume on top of it all.
Really just about anything she and Shinsou do to Ojiro as they relentlessly mock his generic personality by calling him ‘boring’ or steal his things for no reason other than amusement.
When she, Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo intern with Endeavor and visit his family at his house, she calls Fuyumi an idiot for being so forgiving towards Endeavor.
Kick The Son Of A Bitch: She always punishes Mineta for his perversion usually in the form of groin attacks, tossing him out the window or using him as an expendable decoy in battle.
She also beats the shit out of Tate Langdon with Shinsou before letting the former be dragged to Hell when together them and Madison free the residents in the Murder House from their purgatory and let their souls move into the afterlife.
Kiddie Kid: She’s a high schooler and yet she tends to act MUCH younger than that as it shows through her fondness for toys and My Little Pony, her excitable attitude and her dislike of work. Iida even frequently tells her that she needs to grow up.
Shinsou straight up says that having Amy as a friend is the same as having a child, one that he and Ashlen constantly look after with him being the ‘dad’ and Ashlen being the ‘mom’. 
Kill It With Water: Her second death at the hands of her ex-boyfriend Damien as he drowned her in a bathtub. Much like above, she gets better as Madison this time revives her.  
Killer Rabbit: Small, cute and for the most part sweet, but Amy can and WILL kill you if you cross her, if you’re lucky, she’ll just curse you or hex you. 
Knife Nut: She’s handy with a knife and clearly gets a high out of using them.
Lack of Empathy: While she IS capable of feeling empathy for others, Amy can also easily show a disturbing lack of empathy for others due to her selfish nature and sense of entitlement as she can easily dismiss other people’s problems and feelings.
Amy: Greenie I’m not some urchin you found on the street I matter.
Lady Swears A Lot: She’s VERY foul-mouthed and has an affinity for F-bombs and other vulgar language. Iida has frequently told her to watch her language, denouncing it as unladylike while she just says “Shut the fuck up” in return.
Lame Comeback: Although she and Shinsou are normally very witty and quick to come up with a smart remark, when they are too angry to come up with anything clever, their insults are... less effective.
Large Ham: She’s super dramatic and almost always at 11, not to mention she loves to dramatic sing songs when she hears anything that even remotely sounds like a lyric to a song she knows.
Laughing Mad: Since she’s not very stable to begin with, Amy has a habit of bursting into laughter at inappropriate times. As she laughs during her fight with Midoriya after he punches her, which greatly unsettles him.
Leitmotif:
La la la la la da…
All the good girls go to hell…
so what if i’m crazy? (the best people are)
Like Brother and Sister: Her and Shinsou have known each other since they were four years old and have a very close friendship built entirely on trust and unfiltered honesty to the point where it’s almost inappropriate but it nonetheless displays that they only love each other like family and have nothing romantic between them whatsoever as they found out during a so-called date and they realized that while they love each other, the thought of being together repulses them.
Light Feminine, Dark Feminine: Although she’s just as wicked as Madison is, Amy’s definitely a Light Feminine compared to Madison’s Dark Feminine.
However, Amy is the Dark Feminine to Ashlen’s Light Feminine, as well as her other female classmates, especially Ashido, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu.
Light Is Not Good: While Amy wears black like many of her witch sisters, she also is fond of light clothing such as pink and other pastel colors, but she’s not exactly the most heroic girl in the world.
Limp and Livid: When pissed off beyond belief, Amy slouches even more to signify her very fragile stability and fights even more viciously, letting her rage literally take control in battle. 
Little Miss Badass: Ever since she was 11 years old Amy’s enter a world of bloodshed and action and has gotten VERY good with her powers and magic, and only gets stronger as she gets older.
Living Emotional Crutch: She’s one to Shinsou as he broke down hard when she left for New Orleans and fell into a depression. While he managed to pick himself back up he never stopped thinking about Amy, imagined that she was there with him and made her one of his motivations in his goal to become a pro-hero. And he’s absolutely elated when she returns and gains even more drive to fulfill his dream with his friend back to him. And Amy is one of the few people that Shinsou trusts enough to turn to when he’s at his lowest point and his loneliest and Amy is quick to give him all the support and comfort he needs.
And vice-versa when Amy returns, Shinsou is easily the only living being that keeps her from going insane as she thinks about him whenever she’s having a meltdown as he can reason with her before she acts recklessly while at the same time comforting her and reassuring her. It helps that he’s the last piece she has from her childhood that reminds her of a time where things were easy, innocent and fun for her as she thinks fondly of their happier times where nothing other than having fun mattered.  
She’s one to Ashlen as well, who has expressed of fear of not having her best friend in her life anymore to the point of crying and panicking. She even tearfully begs Amy to not leave her alone, because she can’t be without the person she views as her best friend in the world. And vice-versa, Ashlen becomes one to Amy, as she falls right back into insanity and depression when she thinks she’s hurt her and can’t bear to live with herself with that fact knowing that she harmed her. Amy even says that she doesn’t think she’d be able to live in a world without Ashlen, and confesses that she’d probably have gone on another homicidal rampage she’d never come back from without Ashlen in her life. 
Logical Weakness: Amy might seem like the lucky one with her variety of powers, but in actuality having more powers also forces her to utilize more energy depending on the power she’s using and thus leaves her very vulnerable when using too energy to fuel her powers drains her and renders her weaker with nosebleeds and headaches, and she’s even realized that should she overdo it with her telekinesis that she could suffer brain damage.
Love Makes You Evil: Not quite as bad as Toga, but still very present.
The Mad Hatter: Amy goes insane during her time in New Orleans, is well aware that she’s no longer sane by the time she gets to UA, but embraces her insanity as part of who she is and how she’s grown. While it unnerves her friends at first, they wouldn’t have her any other way.
Amy: (laughs) I wouldn’t be nearly as fun if I were sane. All the best people are crazy~.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl: She can sometimes act like this, especially for Ashlen surprisingly enough, as her wild behavior encourages her to loosen up a little bit and find more confidence in herself. 
Manipulative Bitch: Fiona did raise her for a short-time, but boy did she rub off on her. Amy’s learned how to use her appearance and earn sympathy from others while also bending the truth to get people to do what she wants or fall into her traps. Shown during the end of the Culture Festival where she pretends to be remorseful to Aizawa, only to blind him with a potion and begin her rampage. 
Masculine Girl and Feminine Boy: She has this dynamic whenever she’s with Midoriya. Amy might dress and act femininely, but she’s far more ruthless, vulgar and crude compared to the soft-spoken and gentle Midoriya. Although Midoriya isn’t really effeminate, he’s the one who has to keep Amy from acting too rough and aggressive. 
Likewise, while Todoroki and Iida aren’t anymore feminine and masculine in their own ways, they’re much less crude and shameless than Amy is so she’s also the Masculine Girl to their Feminine Boys. 
Meaningful Name: Amy means “beloved” or “worthy of love” which may have to do with her loving nature as despite all of her flaws, Amy loves VERY strongly and her powers are connected to her strong emotions including her capacity to love others as she even states that she wants to become a hero because she believes in love and wants to fight for it. Also, Amy herself is very beloved by several that she is close to such as Shinsou, Ashlen, Bakugo, Madison, Todoroki, Cordelia, and many more.
Martinez is derived from ‘Mars’ which is the Roman name for Ares, the God of War, which MAY allude to Amy’s love for fighting and affinity for violence and chaos.
Her middle name ‘Ophelia’ also means ‘help’ which ultimately refers to her helpful nature as she becomes an ally to the heroes, women, witches and other groups she wants to fight for and support. Also could refer to the character ‘Ophelia’ in Shakespeare’s Hamlet who slowly lost her sanity after her father’s death and Hamlet’s behavior, much like how Amy herself lost her sanity after her parent’s deaths.
Mood Swinger: Can go from cheerfully happy and sweetly smiling to fuming and screaming angrily to bitterly cold and threatening murder to crying miserably and sulking sadly all within the span of a single hour or day.  
Morality Chain: Shinsou is one of the few people she actually treats with equal respect and genuinely cares about enough to stop during a meltdown. Similarly, her coven and her classmates serve as hers as her friendship with them kept her from going over to the villain’s side or returning to New Orleans. Shinsou, Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki in particular are some of the only people that she is willing to reason with, likewise, Kaminari, Hagakure, Kouda, Shouji and Aoyama are the only classmates she consistently treats nicely.
Her new best friend Ashlen is one of the few people aside from Shinsou and Todoroki that she is willing to reason with, is always respectful towards her aside from teasing, and the only person who can get her to behave and be nice to her other classmates. And thus far is the only one who’s inspired Amy to treat people around her better as she reflects on her actions after following Ashlen’s example and has learned to be kinder and more respectful.
Morality Pet: She’s one for Madison, as the older, crueler witch will hold back on her meaner impulses when tormenting her classmates, most of the time, for Amy’s sake and will go out of her way to make sure the younger witch is happy. Likewise, she also served as one for Fiona, the former Supreme who treated her like a granddaughter, it didn’t stop her from attempting to murder Amy, but she feels regret for it and still cares for the young witch and watches over her to ensure she is safe and being treated well. Lastly, she’s one for her Ax-Crazy friend Darcy, who became less violent due to Amy’s influence. 
More Deadly Than The Male: Witches are stronger than warlocks, and it shows in that Amy was always stronger than her ex boyfriend Damien. And when she interns with Endeavor alongside Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki, the three strongest males of 1-A. Endeavor reluctantly admits to himself that despite being the only female, Amy’s unpredictable temper, array of powers and tendency to fight from a distance makes her the most dangerous of the group.
The Music Meister: Sort of. When she breaks out into song and dance she can get some of her more outgoing friends to sing and dance along with her. Even Shinsou, especially when she starts singing Panic! At The Disco. 
My God What Have I Done?: As she fights Midoriya and gains the upper hand by trapping and grabbing him with her Sentio Compassios form, she’s ready to maim him in her form’s hands but as soon as she sees him crying and pleading with her to stop, Amy finally pauses when she remembers that she protected him first, only to hurt him and as she lets him go she leaves without a word but it’s clear she felt horrible for intending to maim him. And then she feels even more horrible when she stops to see the damage she’s done to UA and all the heroes she’s harmed. Despite claiming to be sick of UA, Amy mostly withdraws from the school because she felt too guilty to return. 
Never My Fault: Would rather shift the blame onto something or someone else even when it’s clearly her fault. Not only that but Amy generally doesn’t take much responsibility for her actions nor is she willing to own up to her mistakes. 
However, this is ultimately subverted as Amy is well aware when things are her fault and DOES apologize for them, it just takes a while for her to admit it due to shame and guilt.
Nice Hat: Just like her sisters, Amy has an affinity for wearing some very nice black hats in the style of witches.
Nice, Mean, and In-Between: Of The Zombie Trio, she is more the “In-Between” to Ashlen’s “Nice” and Shinsou’s “Mean”.
However at times she and Shinsou either switch roles where he becomes “In-Between” and Amy becomes “Mean”, but then they are also capable of both being the “Mean”. Amy and Shinsou are both only “In-Between” whenever they are joined by Madison or Bakugo.
The Nicknamer: Much like Bakugo, but her nicknames are far (most of the time) less insulting as she likes to give everyone nicknames that are usually affectionate and cutesy as she tends to especially use ‘cat’ or ‘bear’ in their
Ashlen: Ash, Ash-bear, Ash-chan
Izuku: Greenie, Zuzu, Deku-bear
Bakugo: Katsu-kitty, Katsu-kun, Kacchan (like Izuku)
Shinsou: Hito, Toshi, Tosh, Toshi-bear, Toshi-cat
Madison: Mads, Maddie
Tsuyu: Tsu, Tsu-tsu, Tsu-kun
Todoroki: Toto, Sho-kun, Sho, Shoto-cake, Shoto-bear
Iida: Ten-ten, Tenya-bear, Four-Eyes
Uraraka: Raka
Hagakure: Toorun, Ruu
Yaoyorozu: Momo-bear
Kaminari: Den-kun, Den-kitty, Denki-bear
Kirishima: Kiri-kat, Kiri
Aoyama: Twinkle-Toes
Ojiro: What’s-Your-Face
Tokoyami: Toko, Toko-bird
Sero: Sero-bear, Han-kun
Ashido: Min-chan, Mina-min
Kouda: Kody, Kouda-bear
Aizawa: ‘Back-hair’
Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant: Due to her love for horror, Amy is more than happy to scare the shit out of her classmates by telling them horrifying stories about death, torture and serial killers. Helps that Amy’s unsettling nature also adds to the horror whenever she makes gestures and adds sound effects to her stories and even shows pictures. 
Nightmare Fetishist: Enjoys horror-based things such as witchcraft, the occult, and also has a fondness for creepy creatures such as tarantulas, snakes and alligators as she coos at how ‘cute’ they are. She’s also ecstatic when she wanders around haunted sites with ghosts and blood-drinkers such as the Murder House, the abandoned Briarcliff Manor and the haunted Hotel Cortez.
No Indoor Voice: Prone to screaming at the top of her lungs when making a point. In fact, she’s the second loudest in the Hero Course behind Bakugo.
No Sense of Personal Space: Amy’s very hands-on and touchy, as she constantly puts her hands on her friends whether it’s on their shoulders, hugging them randomly, holding onto their arms or hands.  
No Social Skills: Downplayed. Amy’s perfectly capable of socializing with people, but doesn’t seem to see an issue with swearing in front of adults and strangers, nor does she see an issue with being overly affectionate and touching, especially shown when she happily greets Inko.
Not Good With Rejection: No... she’s really not. Just ask Midoriya.
The Not Love Interest: She’s one to Shinsou, as his best friend, she is the person he is closest to and serves as one of his motivations, thinks about her every single day, cares and looks after her and is seen with her the most out of anyone. Amy is also quite affectionate to him and Shinsou was her main reason for returning to Japan so she could see him again and rekindle their friendship. They are very comfortable with each other, aren’t against hugging and share almost all of their secrets with each other. Also, Amy is one of the few people who can bring him out of his shell as Shinsou feels very comfortable loosening up around Amy and has no issue looking foolish in front of her. However, Amy and Shinsou have NO romantic interest in each other whatsoever, comically express how disgusted they are by each other and Shinsou’s true love interest in Ashlen, Amy’s best friend who she happily pairs Shinsou with.
Similarly, she’s also one to Madison, as the bitchy witch becomes slowly kinder to Amy’s friends because of her care for the younger witch. Madison also goes out of her way to make sure Amy is happy because she can’t stand to see her sad, even rescues her from All For One and the League of Villains by herself and often consoles her when she is upset. Amy’s overall influence has made Madison something of a better person who has become more considerate of others, but she gets jealous of other people who spend time with her and ‘steal’ her away, despite having no romantic feelings for each other. Helps that they even argue at times like an Old Married Couple.
She can also be one to Ashlen at times, as aside from Shinsou, Amy is one of the most important people in her life, acts as her main emotional support as she allows her to talk about her feelings and vent to about her past whenever she is sad or feeling insecure and Amy becomes one of her newer inspirations as she gradually grows more confident and secure with herself due to her influence. 
Not So Different: She realizes this with the League of Villains, particularly Toga and Twice, who she forms a bond with over feeling outcasted by society and lack of mental stability. She also manages to have a pleasant conversation with Shigaraki when she can relate to him on feeling like one of the ‘losers’ of Hero Society, it’s the reason why he tried to convince her to join his League, while she didn’t reply, she ultimately ends up staying with the heroes because of her friendship with 1-A.
She ends up bonding with Bakugo after they got kidnapped together, where she points out that they’re really not that different from each other because she has a similar goal and mindset which leads them to talking more despite Bakugo trying to claim that they’re ‘night and day’.
Oblivious To Love: Averted. Amy is well aware of who’s crushing on who, or who has feelings for her as she is clearly flattered by Todoroki’s feelings for her and Monoma’s even more obvious crush on her.
Odd Friendship: With many of her classmates but particularly Midoriya,Tsuyu,  Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami and Kouda.
Midoriya was the first friend she made aside from Shinsou, but while he’s a humble and shy nice guy, she’s shameless and arrogant.
Amy took a liking to Tsuyu as they are shown to work together quite well in combat and bond over tastes in aesthetics.
Despite mocking her in the beginning, she grows fond of Yaoyorozu even though they’re starkly different in terms of intelligence, personality and mannerisms.
Amy says that she likes Tokoyami because he’s a ‘boy witch’ and he’s fascinated by witch culture and they seem to get along relatively well despite him being low-key and collected and her being wild and hyper.
Kouda is the quietest student in 1-A while Amy is one of the loudest, but they easily become friends due to their love for animals and cute things.
To Bakugo’s horror, she hits it off with his mother Mitsuki due to their similarly loud, abrasive personalities and annoyance towards him. 
She also becomes quite fond of Natsuo when she’s interning with Endeavor and allows him to open up to her about how much he hates Endeavor while she happily tells him that she hates him too.
When she and Ashlen officially meet, their friendship shows to be quite odd but sweet. Amy’s off the wall with a varying morality, while Ashlen is grounded and is firmly on the side of good. 
Older Than They Look: Amy’s older than classmates such as Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Shouji and Ashlen, but acts MUCH younger than they do and certainly looks a bit younger than they do as she frequently gets mistaken for a middle schooler. 
One Woman Army: When Amy is provoked and at her more insane, she becomes too much for even the pro-heroes to handle as she merely pushes them away with very strong telekinesis and keeps them at bay. Even the Big 3, Amajiki, Nejire and Mirio (who was quirkless) are no match for Amy as she effortlessly beats the tar out of them when they try stopping her. However, she’s still clever enough to fight older, experience heroes at a distance but her array of powers and rage (fueling her Sentio Compassios) allows her to overwhelm them and take them by surprise, and with Concilium she’s able to make some of the stronger ones simply go to sleep. 
OOC Is Serious Business: Amy’s almost always upbeat and overzealous while also cracking jokes without a care in the world, but when she’s NOT acting happy-go-lucky or muttering a joke, it becomes clear that something is very wrong with her as her classmates are alarmed when Amy shows any instance of fear or nerves.
Seeing her acting unemotional or stoic is also an indicator that something is wrong with Amy, as Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki are each quite shocked upon seeing her so detached and cold during the Internship with Endeavor.
What further contrasts her from Bakugo is that while he drops nicknames and calls people by last name out of respect, Amy instead drops the nicknames whenever she is pissed off beyond reason.
The Ophelia: She was long, wavy dirty blonde hair, often sings at random times while dancing and appears to be out of touch with reality as she puts a positive spin on even the bleakest things. However, it’s played for horror when she goes on a rampage as she lets her hair down, singing all the while she’s causing mayhem.
As a bonus, her middle name is Ophelia, and she was even killed once in a manner very similar to Ophelia as she was drowned by Damien, not unlike how Ophelia died by drowning in a pond. 
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targaryenbiitch ¡ 6 years ago
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Rules Are Made To Be Broken
Title: Rules Are Made To Be Broken
Rating: T
Pairings: Core Four (Mal/Jay/Evie/Carlos), Mal/Evie, Ben/Mal, Jay/Mal, Carlos/Mal, everyone loves everyone!
Summary: Mal punches Chad Charming and breaks his nose. This act of violence does not speak well of a supposed "redeemed" Villain kid and extreme consequences are considered.
Warnings: Referenced child abuse/neglect and PTSD/anxiety. 
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There was something about leather that just made Mal shiver with delight. Maybe it had something to do with the protection it provided against sharp and deadly objects on the Isle or the way it made preppy little Auradon princesses and princes gaze at her with unease—because why wouldn’t a supposed fully integrated and redeemed villain wear the custom Auradon stains and silks?
Whatever the reason was, Mal just loved the rough feel against her skin, the smell that said loudly “home” and “safe”, and, yeah, watching Audrey frown in distaste at her fashion choices did bring a bit of glee.  
Though Mal and the VK’s had ultimately chosen the righteous path of goodness, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any room for a little mischief and hair raising.
See, what no one seemed to understand was that the Isle wasn’t actually a lawless place. There were plenty of rules there. Sure, they weren’t the same oddly etiquette-obsessed ones that Auradon preached, but rules and expectations did exist nonetheless. And you got way more than a detention or stern lecture for breaking them.
Breaking rules in Auradon was actually fun. It was safe. It was also familiar and normal, reminded Mal of home, but in a pleasant way that so few things did. And what was the harm in a little school graffiti or skipping a class here and there? No one was all good, even in Auradon, and the punishments were laughable at best. Mal figured as long as she wasn’t harming another person, her little rebellious tags on Beast’s statue or her leathers would easily be overlooked as a product of her origin that just couldn’t be stamped out.
That was, until Mal overheard Chad say some derogatory comment regarding Carlos and she decked him right in the face. Mal hadn’t thought she’d struck him that hard, certainly not as hard as she would have if they were on the Isle, but she’d forgotten she’d been wearing a few very hefty rings, including Ben’s, and that resulted in a broken nose which then landed Mal in Fairy Godmother’s office.
Fairy Godmother paced frantically, which was strange enough since the fairy always seemed rather composed, if not horrendously bubbly and chipper. That did chip at Mal’s too-cool-for-school persona and made her stomach start to constrict.
“Mal, Mal my dear child, why would you choose to use violence? You know that is an unacceptable form of conflict resolution here. We’ve gone over it many times in remedial goodness, have we not?”
“We have.” Mal answered serenely, confidently like her mother had taught her. “I apologize for my actions, FG. But Chad sai—”
“Chad’s parents are insisting you be expelled immediately!” Fair Godmother interrupted with a cry. Mal froze. “Oh, child, and I’m afraid I must seriously consider it.”
“What?” Mal felt like she was in some sort of hilariously twisted alternate reality of Auradon. Expelled? Auradon Prep had never expelled anyone, Mal and the VK’s had done ample research. It seemed that anything short of murder kept you enrolled, especially when your parents donated hefty sums every year for upkeep.
Fairy Godmother gave Mal a sympathetic look, “My dear one, this is not your first infraction here.”
“But!” Mal rose to her feet, “But you can’t expel me! Where would I go? I have nothing here. I—” Mal paused in her rant and met Fairy Godmother’s eyes as understanding dawned upon her. “You want to send me back to the Isle.”
“I don’t want to, dear, but you may have left me with no other choice.” And damn that blasted fairy, Mal could actually hear the painful reluctance in her voice.
Mal felt her blood boil, “You can’t send me back. The king won’t allow it.”
“King Ben must abide by the laws of Auradon, just as everyone else. Many exceptions have already been made in your case, Mal. Many, many, exceptions.” Fairy Godmother sighed, “A decision will not be made immediately, mind you. The king and myself will be meeting with the Charmings to discuss the matter.”
That put Mal a bit at ease. Ben wouldn’t allow her to be sent back, he wouldn’t. He loved her, he was king, even if the rest of Auradon hated him for it, Ben would never send Mal back to the Isle.
“For now, you are suspended from classes.” Fairy Godmother continued, “And confined to your room. Meals and classwork will be delivered to you, but other than use of the restroom and showers, of course, you are not to go anywhere else. Do I make myself clear, Mal?”
“Yes.”
“Here’s your chemistry homework.” Evie dropped a pile of worksheets and lab articles down on the bed where Mal was sprawled out like a starfish. “You really should try and get some of this done. You’ll be behind if you don’t.”
“What’s the point? I won’t be here much longer anyway.” Mal sighed and rolled over. Fairy Godmother and Ben were set to meet with the Charmings this weekend and Mal refused to acknowledge the painful churning her stomach was doing at the thought. If they sent her back, she would be alone. Again.
Evie pinched Mal’s ear ruthlessly and twisted. “Stop talking like that! If Ben is there, you know he won’t let that happen.”
Mal nearly shrieked at the pain, and slapped Evie’s pinching little fingers away. “God, E, back off!”
“You’ve been moping around for nearly a week. Jay and Carlos are worried sick and so am I.” Evie delicately, as she did with everything, smoothed out her blue skirts and sat down next to Mal on the bed. Mal felt the girl’s gentle breathing ghost against her bare arm and she shivered. “We would never let you go back, Mal, no matter what Fairy Godmother and Ben decide. We would kill all of them, everyone who tried to send you away. I have been practicing my poison making and I could take them all out with a single drop in their food.” She was serious, Mal could hear the bloodlust in her voice. 
Evie, who was usually as gentle and docile as Carlos when it came to violence, held nothing back when her friend’s were threatened and she was no stranger to murder. Mal recalled vividly a pirate dying of horrible stomach cramps and bleeding from his eyes strangely after he groped Carlos in an alley and promised to come back for more .  
Mal relaxed slightly as Evie’s hand stroked up and down her arm, brushing against the fine hairs and sending tingles down to her finger tips. Mal sighed and rolled over until her face was practically in Evie’s lap. Evie smelled like rose perfume, the kind that Audrey might wear to impress her latest conquest. Usually it made Mal gag, but on Evie it was a comfort because it was just so completely her .
“I can’t go back, Eves.” Mal whispered, afraid to acknowledge this terrifying truth out loud. “I can’t do it.”
Evie’s tender hands moved from Mal’s arms to her purple waves and began threading fingers through the strands like the expert stylist she was. She braided Mal’s hair for over an hour, undoing and redoing them until Mal’s breathing had calmed and the girl had fallen into a restless sleep. Then Evie laid down beside the girl and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, a kiss that held one message and one message only.
I’m not letting you go.
The day of the meeting with the Charmings came fast and without even realizing it, Mal had accumulated a bit of an army. The expected people were there, of course. Evie, Carlos, and Jay all took turns watching the door, keeping a look out for any potential guards that might be coming with an overly determined and aggressive countenance. 
Currently Carlos and Jay were surrounding Mal’s bed, Carlos beneath the blankets with Mal, stroking her hair and breathing a soft melody in her ear that she recognized vaguely as some kind of lullaby. On any other given day, she would have been greatly insulted that the youngest of the group was coddling her, but today...today she welcomed Carlos’ gentle touch and soft hums.
Jay was at the foot of the bed, back rod straight, arms flexed and ready to fight whatever enemy may come through the door. He had been beneath the covers just an hour ago and Jay’s method of comfort was wholly physically. He kept Mal encased in his arms, thumbs traveling in slow circles on her skin and his chin rested on her head. He even rocked for a bit.      
This was what Mal had expected, the VK’s at her side and diligently watching her back. It was how it had always been and Mal knew that if this situation had befallen one of them, she would have done the same. What Mal had not expected, however, were other Auradon kids to start popping up throughout the day and stationing themself around the room.
First, it was Doug, who Mal assumed came to keep Evie company. But the son of Dopey quickly came to her beside and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder and gave his typical dorky smile. Then came Lonnie, who Mal quite liked anyway, with little cakes and tea for everyone. Mal noticed a glinting dagger hidden in her silk sash, but said nothing as the girl found a comfortable chair to curl up in instead of going about her day. Then came Ally with her book of riddles and jokes from the Mad Hatter, then Aziz with some sort of calming incense straight from Agrahbah, Jane followed almost immediately with her apologetic smiles and kind encouragements and a delicately woven flower crown of violets. This was all very shocking to Mal, who had only ever had her three friends on her side, protecting her, watching her back, comforting her and licking her wounds.
But then, an even greater shock hit when a hesitant knock sounded at the door and Evie opened it to reveal Audrey. The girl was slumped and nervous looking, her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her skirt as she timidly stepped over the threshold and glanced around the room, taking in the multitude of faces that had carved out a permanent spot in Mal and Evie’s room. Then her eyes fell on Mal’s and she walked straight to her bed where she was still curled against Carlos, all earlier signs of anxiety now gone.
Audrey, in a way, reminded Mal a lot of herself. The girl was confident to a fault, a trueborn leader, and she was willing to be nasty if it meant getting what she wanted and maybe that was why the two had clashed so horribly when the VKs first arrived in Auradon. It was known on the Isle that two Alphas could not cohabitate together for long—one was bound to rip the other’s throat out eventually. And when Audrey stared straight into Mal’s green eyes without even a hint of fear, Mal knew she was without a doubt, an alpha.
“I won’t let them send you back.” Audrey said. “Chad is a grade A douche when he wants to be and he deserved it. My parents are discussing the matter with Fairy Godmother and the king as well.” Then she gave something of a wicked smirk, one that Mal never thought she’d ever see on the face of an Auradon kid. “The Charmings aren’t the only influential royals around and I think everyone can agree that Queen Aurora should have some say in what happens with Maleficent’s daughter.”  
Mal wasn’t so sure about that last part, but if Aurora was on her side then she wasn’t about to complain. Audrey found a seat beside Aziz and kept her eyes firmly on the floor, listening, waiting for when she was needed.
No word would come until seven o’clock that night when the tension was thickest and Mal was about ready to lose her mind. Mal had excused herself to use the restroom, a journey which Jay and Carlos insisted on accompanying her on.
Once in the safety of the stall where no one could see or hear her, Mal dug her green painted nails furiously into the skin of her arms. She squeezed until the pain finally went numb and then she released. Little pink crescent wounds were left and  they stung when Mal brushed a finger over them. She needed that, just some semblance of control before she could go back into that room. Being vulnerable, being weak, it never got anyone anywhere except dead on the Isle. But here, here it was seen as a cry for help, a cry that was always answered with genuine actions and kindness. Mal didn’t know how to react to that when she had experienced so little before.
And what if the worst happened? What if all of Ben’s smooth diplomacy and Fairy Godmother’s forgiveness and Aurora’s presumptuous claim to Mal’s fate, lead to the Isle? What if, even in Auradon where everything was meant to be just and fair, Mal was sent back to the Isle for one foolish mistake? She wasn’t completely good, no one was, but the rules were different for villain kids with track records and if there was one thing Mal knew for sure, it was that she would kill herself before she went back to the Isle.
Opening the door to her stall, Mal stepped out and looked at herself in the mirror. She surely didn’t look like the ruthless leader of the VKs that she was meant to be. Even the strongest had moments where they crumbled, though, and Mal never had to worry about the aftermath because she knew that Evie and Jay and Carlos were all waiting to catch her. And apparently about half the Auradon Prep student body, if what she heard from Lonnie was true. Apparently, a bunch of students were already assembling a protest if Mal should find herself expelled.
Relaxing her shoulders, Mal splashed some water on her face. She believed in Ben, he had done everything in his power to give her and her friends a second (first?) chance when everyone else had turned their noses up at the Isle and pretended it didn’t exist. He had held her tenderly through what she now knew were panic attacks and had been the first (and only for a while) person in Auradon to show her an ounce of trust. Mal trusted him to see this through. But Mal didn’t necessarily extend that same trust to Fairy Godmother and certainly not to Aurora.
“Mal! Mal, Fairy Godmother and Ben are here!” Carlos hissed through the cracked bathroom door.
Mal practically bolted. She whipped open the door and plowed right into Jay’s chest. Gripping her arms firmly, Jay held her still and looked straight into her eyes. “No matter what happens, I’m not letting them take you. Do you understand?”
Staring into his eyes, Mal completely understood. Jay was ready to fight, he was ready to kill. She could see the gleaming savagery in his eyes that he had been known for on the Isle. There was a reason Mal had chosen Jay as her right hand and she had never felt more at peace with that choice than she did now.
“I know.” She whispered, “But if the worst happens—no, listen!” She insisted when she saw he was ready to argue. “If the worst happens, you have to look out for Carlos and Evie. They need you. I can take care of myself, but those two…” Mal trailed off as she glanced over to Carlos, who had removed himself to a respectable distance while the two talked quietly. “They need you to be strong to see them through this.” Gripping at Jay’s leather vest, Mal leaned up close, their lips nearly touching. “Do not get yourself sent back because of me. You guys all have a life here, happiness. I won’t be responsible for ruining that.”
“I make my own choices.” Jay intoned gravely, “But I’ll make sure those two are taken care of before I do anything rash.”
Mal nodded. That was all she could ask for when it came to Jay.
“They have guards.” Carlos said nervously, returning to Mal and Jay’s side when their conversation had seemingly ended. “Three of them.”
Jay nodded, “Let’s go hear the verdict.”
Surprisingly, when the three VKs returned to the dorm, Fairy Godmother gave a kindly smile—but that didn’t mean anything. That fairy was always smiling like a high wattage light bulb that never died, even in the dreariest of times. Mal focused more on Ben’s expression. It was blank. Bad sign.
“Mal, dear, we’d like to speak with you in private.” Fairy Godmother said, nervously eyeing the vast amount of bodies in the dorm room. “Might we have a moment, ladies and gentlemen?”
The silent resounding no was obvious, but the students filed out quietly without protest. They did not leave the hall, though.
Mal readied herself and followed Ben and Fairy Godmother inside the room. The guards did not follow. That , Mal decided, was a little reassuring.
The moment the door shut, Mal did not waste a second. “Are you sending me back?”
Fairy Godmother smiled brightly and Ben released a large sigh that had clearly been sitting in his chest for ages.
“No, dear one, you will not be returning to the Isle.” Fairy Godmother chirped.
“We all managed to convince the Charmings how unwise it would be of them to pursue that route any further, considering the vast amount of disciplinary files that exist regarding their son.” Ben explained with a familiar air of slyness. Mal smirked in return. “Queen Aurora also spoke highly of you and expressed that banishing a child to the Isle for a child’s silly squabble was inhumane and would not speak well of the Charming’s morality. It didn’t take much more than that to put the matter to rest.” Ben took Mal’s hands into his own and squeezed firmly, smiling kindly at her in that charming way that had first captured her heart. “And since you’ve been suspended for the past week, we all agreed that you have served your punishment and can return to classes on Monday.”
Mal felt then as if she might just collapse from the relief of it all.
“Please remember our other forms of conflict resolution next time, Mal.” Fairy Godmother reminded. “Violence is never the answer in Auradon.”
Mal had plenty evidence to offer to the contrary, but she kept her mouth shut and leaned into Ben’s warmth. He wrapped his arms around and hummed a long sigh as Mal melted against him.
Things returned to normal, whatever that was, after that. Chad eerily avoided Mal or anyone else in the group and was conveniently benched during Tourney whenever Jay was on the field, which was a majority of the time. The little princeling didn’t even so much as glance in Carlos’ direction anymore, which was both a blessing and a curse. Carlos was an expert at blaming himself for anything and everything that ever went wrong thanks to Cruella’s unyielding blame and criticism.
“It’s my fault. You hit him because of me and that’s why all that shit happened.” Hearing Carlos swear was a red flag for the group, it meant he was slipping. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Imsorryimsorryimsorry—” But Mal shut him up with a quick kiss before sandwiching the boy between herself and Jay while Evie played with his hair from behind.
“I make my own choices.” Mal said, mirroring Jay’s earlier sentiment. “Chad is a prick, everyone agrees. It was about time someone stood up to him and it had nothing to do with you, pup.” Mal tweaked his nose playfully, which earned her a bemused look. “And now he won’t ever mouth off again and I’m safe. We’re all safe.” Because that was what was most important and what mattered most to Carlos, who had never known anything but unsafe until coming to Auradon.
Carlos calmed minutely, but it was enough to where panicked talk eventually bled into Jay’s gentle teasing him about his Tourney plays and Evie discussing his latest inventions. Mal hung back and simply observed the slow diffusion that was so familiar and so natural to each of them.
She was safe. Everyone was safe. And Mal had even more allies...no, friends, than she ever could have imagined possible.
She couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
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