#mans are allowed to give sass back of course

[thosewickedlovelies]

I don't think I could write a reader who didn't go toe to toe with their man honestly, like. If you want my affection you gotta be able to handle the sass, idk what to tell you 🤷🏻‍♀️

Crossroads: the first meeting | Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: The first of your and Joel’s promised three meetings

Tags: honestly still none. demon!Joel. not an age gap fic. GN!Reader except for Joel referring to them once as ‘the lady’ for the purposes of being a Southern gentleman

Words: 1,723

Note: So this is a short chapter, but I think a necessary first one. I am basically happy with it however i've been staring at it for too long and my uterus is telling me it sucks but we're not waiting another week to post it so \*here we are*/

The next chapter will have much more ~intrigue~ (and im actually almost done with it already), so buckle in kiddos/fellow sluts 😎😅😘

Crossroads | Masterlist

“So what kind of powers do you have, exactly?” 

Joel slanted a glance at you, one eyebrow lifting sardonically. “Straight down to business, I see.”

You shrugged without apology, though your heart was trotting like a nervous horse. “If I want to make the best deal for myself, I should have as much information as possible, shouldn’t I?”

“A question like that don’t come without a price.” Joel stopped, right there on the sidewalk. “What’ll you give me for an answer?” His golden eyes gleamed, as pale as the sunshine falling all around.

You glanced up and down the street, shifting in place. In spite of your wishes, Joel had insisted that for your first meeting you show him around town. Every step you took through the place that had raised you prompted probing questions from him and terse answers from you. And now you were here, smack dab in the middle of Market Street with a representative of the devil himself, garnering all manner of curious looks. 

Joel’s unearthly aura didn’t come with an off switch, it seemed.

An idea seized you. “How about lunch?” You gestured to the building behind him. “Ruby’s does really good food. All the interesting people in town hang out there.”

Joel appeared taken aback by your offer. But he dutifully turned to the restaurant in question, scanning the signs proclaiming seasonal specials and a new cocktail menu.

“What’s a…gastropub?” He pronounces the word with suspicion, his brow wrinkling.

“Um- I’m not really sure, honestly. A place with nice food and nice drinks? They recommended me the whiskey I brought you.”

(Was he really going to give up such information for a lunch?) 

“Well…all right.”

“Great!” Joel’s answer barely finished twanging before you were dragging him inside. He looked even more startled by your hand on his arm.

“Table for two, please. Hi, Ruby.”

Contrary to what her name suggested, Ruby was not a redhead. Her hair was dyed an icy, platinum blond that hung halfway down her back in thick strands that belied her age. Her lipstick was her true namesake- she always wore a shade of rich, shimmering red. Occasionally it smudged into the wrinkles around her mouth, but when she grinned, radiating delight and her ever-present zest for life, nobody dared call her old. 

“Well, if it ain’t our little Kitten! How are ya, honey?” For all her diminutive stature, Ruby hugged with a force that squeezed the air out of you. 

Kitten? Joel kept his delight to himself.

“And who’s this handsome piece?” Ruby looked Joel up and down, her face full of mischief.

“This is my friend, uh…” You glanced at him.

“Joel.” He offered his hand, and when Ruby took it, he brought hers to his lips. 

“Well, ain’t he a charmer!” Ruby cooed. But her glance was suddenly sharp, and deep within Joel’s mind, a memory flickered. 

She snagged a passing server. “Roddy, honey, give Kitten and her friend Table 20 for me.” 

Table 20 turned out to be a booth on the far side of the room, distant enough from any other guests that they had a bit of privacy. Young Roddy offered to to take their drinks order with a fumbling nervousness. 

You ordered something sweet-sounding. Joel eyed the bar with contemplation. “Tell Ruby I’ll have any whiskey she thinks’ll suit,” he instructed.

And then you were alone. 

Your tongue dried up in your mouth. Joel seemed to fill the booth across from you, lounging with the same provocative carelessness he’d had when you first met. Why was it so different seeing him here, in a restaurant filled with people, than it was at a table he’d magicked up in the middle of nowhere?

It was still the eyes. Glinting like chips of amber, like twin signs proclaiming him not of this world; they were utterly at odds with his working-man aesthetic and the plastic-coated menu in his hands.

“So,” you prompted. “Your powers.”

“Uh-uh. I ain’t had my lunch yet.” Joel primly turned a page of the menu and studied it with rapt absorption.

Jaw clenching, you glared at your own menu. Irritating fucking demon.

The corner of his mouth twitched. 

–

Lunch was fucking delicious. The food always was here, but today the flavors seemed to sing, as if your anxiousness to keep Joel happy had infected the cooks. 

Joel set down his napkin with a deep breath. “Well, I can’t argue that you didn’t hold up your end of the deal. That's some of the best food I’ve had in years.”

“So…you’ll answer my question now?”

“What was it again?” Joel, resting his head back against the cushioned seat, cracked one eye lazily.

After a lunch of tentative but normal, if surface-level, conversation, you thought you had a clearer idea of the shape of him. You gave him an unamused look. “Your powers. How do they work? What can you do with them?”

“That’s two questions,” Joel pointed out. His eyes glimmered the same color as the whiskey in his glass. He swirled the remaining liquid, holding your gaze.

“But they’re related. Interconnected.”

Joel tipped his gaze skyward- though surely a demon couldn’t be praying to the heavens for patience. 

He downed his last mouthful of whiskey. “You mind if I get another?”

“Two whiskies, two questions,”​ you challenged, mimicking Joel’s brazen insolence.

“Walked right into that one,” Joel muttered. He caught Roddy’s eye and waggled the empty glass at him.

When Roddy deposited a fresh glass, Joel said, “And another one for the lady.”

“Oh, um-” You didn’t remember the name of your drink, but it had been delicious as its vivid red color suggested. “-yes, please, thank you.”

You sat in silence until your drink arrived. You wrapped your lips around the straw and took a deliberate suck. Your eyebrows raised. Well?

Joel looked away, clearing his throat. “How they work and what I can do with them are essentially the same question. My powers are based in…desires.”

“Desires,” you repeated. Heat prickled under your collar. 

“Yes. I don’t grant wishes for free. I make bargains, but the end result is the same- I get people what they want. That’s what my powers do. They make it easier for people to…articulate their desires. And then ask for them.” Joel sat back, regarding you with wary yellow eyes. 

“That’s why…”

“Why what?”

Your face went hot; you hadn’t meant to voice your thoughts aloud. “You have this...aura, don’t you? It makes everyone around you want to…do what they want. What they really want, I mean.”

“Yes,” Joel said simply.

“Can you turn it off?”

“No.”

“Can you make people do things?”

“No.” His voice was hard. “That’s a human excuse. ‘The devil made me do it.’” Joel sneered the words, but his anger wasn’t at you. You waited, silent, while it ebbed.

“I can…turn it up, I guess. I don’t usually. Feels like cheatin’. But that’s where the ‘tempting’ comes from.”

“Could you show me?”

He met your eyes again. You found yourself caught in their depths, like a fly in honey, unable to read whatever thoughts were behind them. His mouth twisted slightly. “Not here.”

Something to remember for next time, then. You sipped your drink, savoring its berry flavor.

“What would you call yourself? Are you…a demon?”

It was a fair question, you hoped. Joel’s face puckered, but he answered. “I suppose.”

“Have you always been a demon?”

“Jesus,” Joel muttered. “You ever heard of small talk? You already got my powers out of me today, and that was more than I shoulda said. Three dates, three questions.”

“Three dates?” You looked up, your eyes slightly wide.

“Three- business meetings.” With conscious effort he made his voice stern, but it was too late. He’d said date, and now your mouth was pressing itself flat to prevent a smile from slipping out. Joel looked away, his jaw ticking.

A thought occurred to you. “Do you go on dates? I mean, do you…have a life?” You winced at your clumsy phrasing.

Joel only grunted. “Technically. It ain’t as nice as a human life, but I am alive. I have…colleagues.” His mouth wrinkled as if he didn’t quite believe his own words, and he took a large swallow of whiskey. 

“H-how many of you are there?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know; you didn’t really expect him to answer. 

“‘Representatives’, like me? Not as many as you’d think. Other demons? Too many.”

Joel watched you, his eyes yellow as changing leaves in fall. Here one minute, gone the next. You stared back silently.

A crash from the direction of the bar broke the moment. You flinched reflexively, glancing over.

Joel chuckled. You raised a questioning eyebrow. 

“New bartender really wanted to impress somebody,” Joel explained. “I’m guessin’ he tried a new trick that didn’t work.”

Behind the bar, a man holding the top half of a cocktail shaker was looking forlornly at the other half, which was on the floor, splattered with its contents. A figure seated on a barstool opposite him had their head turned and a hand over their mouth, as if to hide a smile. 

You looked back at Joel with a new wariness. “You can sense what people desire?”

Joel lifted his glass, a smirk creasing his face. “That sounds like another question.”

“I don’t think so. It’s clearly related to your powers,” you argued.

Joel hummed. “Sort of. It takes concentration. Most of the time I just let it all wash over me. Like how in a room full of people, you have to focus to hear one particular conversation.”

You shook your head. The more your drink disappeared, the less sense things made, but for once there was no correlation between the two. You licked the last of its sweetness from your lips, wondering if the bright red syrup had colored your mouth. 

To judge by Joel’s fleeting glance, it had.

You finally spoke. “Do you want dessert? Everything here is good, obviously, or there's an ice cream place nearby...”

Joel tapped the side of his glass. “I’m more of a liquid dessert kinda guy.”

A smile threatened at the corners of your mouth. The number of times you’ve heard your own dad say that…

Joel noticed. “What?”

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[bbrissonn]

can you please write something for ryan leonard? could literally be about anything i just feel like that boy deserves more attention <3

i love ryry, he deserves more love. cute little freckle man

in which ryan's teammates cant leave the two of you alone in the library

under the cut !

"for fucks sake." ryan mumbled under his breath as he looked up from his book, only to be met with his friends sitting at the table of in front of yours.

"what's wrong, love?"

"they're here again. they're not even trying to be secretive anymore!" he scoffed as your eyes stayed glued to your work. you had a very important coming up, and you needed a good grade.

"just ignore them, babes. they're kids, let them be." you answered, leaning your head down on his shoulder as his eyes met with will's, who had wide smirk on his face.

"oh my god, what are you guys doing here?" gabe asked as they all got up and walked over to sit at your table. ryan let out a loud groan considering you were in a library as his friends made themselves comfortable.

"get out of here!" he spat at his teammates, making you chuckle a bit, but staying focused on your work.

"are we not allowed to study?" will asked, his smirk still present as ryan sent him a death glare.

"where're your books?"

"in my bag."

"take them out and study then. at another table." he said harshly, making all his friends laugh a bit.

"what if we want to sit at this table?" jacob asked, ryan rolling his eyes. your boyfriend looked over at you, begging you to tell the guys to leave, but you were too focused on your book to realize the look he was sending you.

"it's a library, be quiet." ryan warned the guys before looking back down at his work. your head was still leaning on his shoulder, making gabe snap a pic of the two of you. of course, the boy hadn't realized his flash was still on, making it blankly obvious what he was up to.

"get out!"

"what, why?"

"you're not here to study, you're here to bother us. so leave!"

"it was an accident!"

"can you guys go bicker somewhere else? i'm trying to study." you whispered harshly, making all the boys go quiet as they stared at you. you had finally looked up from your book, now sending ryan's friends a death glare that matched your boyfriend's. "all of you." you added, turning your head to look at ryan.

"me?" he gasped, his jaw dropping slightly.

"yes, you. you're the reason these ding dongs keep bothering me, so get out." you sassed, making ryan roll his eyes slightly before he started packing his bag.

"you guys are such assholes." your boyfriend mumbled as he got up from his seat, pressing a kiss to your forehead before making his way out. his friends followed closely, rambling about something that clearly wasn't making ryan happy.

lovey 🤍

give your side pieces some attention

i'll see you tonight loves <3

ryry 💗

i hate them, they're so mean

i miss you

come cuddle me

lovey 🤍

i'll be there in an hour max

love you

ryry 💗

love youuuu

[dood-itsradical]

Yo I'm tryna sleep. Brain being stubborn. This Goo drabble idea just can't fucking wait till tmrw huh 💀 + reader is Crystal's older sister.

Logically as the oldest you were expected to take over your father's business in the future or something. Fortunately for you the signs of those days coming never happened. Like Crystal, you aren't blinded by Charles' evil deeds. You know the whole drill. While Crystal stay with dad, you decided to stay with mom. Fair and square.

You never fully engage nor give two craps about his plan for world domination. You avoided it even. And as time goes you slowly lost contact with them and focus on your study and career. So when Crystal turned eighteen you finally decided to pay her a visit back to Korea.

"Who the girl?" Goo asked Gun one time. Noticing how invested you and your sister are engaging in a conversation.

How Goo's eyes nearly came out the moment the word "Crystal's sister" was spit out from Gun's mouth was crazy.

After the short discovery he didn't wait another second to confront you alone as he immediately introduced himself.

"So...sister huh? Never know old man Choi hid another daughter elsewhere. I can totally see why." He pulled a toothy grinned.

Instead of mimicking your sister's sass, you were born differently. "Yah, you're so cute!" You pinched his cheek. "You work for my father? You can definitely do better."

It was a baffling sight. You matched his energy. It makes him giddy for some reason.

"You can work for me." You smile widely, batting your eyelashes. If it weren't for Gun smacking his monkey head, Goo wouldn't even hesitate. So that didn't work. But luckily your father hasn't yet considered you disowned, that give just enough opportunity for Goo to stick around as your official bodyguard during your temporary stay.

And boy was he happy. He had no problem whatsoever carrying your shopping bags and do other small task. A literal epitome of a golden retriever. Scratch that. A lapdog. He literally can't get enough of the attention and praise he's receiving. He craves them like he needs air.

"You're so talented, oppa. What else you can't do?" You beamed, ruffling his hair. He always quick to bend to your level to allow you to do that. His imaginary tail wagged uncontrollably. They just keeps coming.

"You're so strong, oppa!"

"Oppa, you look handsome today!"

"Oppa, let's go out together."

"Oppa, help me!"

And he. Eats it. Like a. Fucking Champ. His nose holes turned huge everytime he inhaled and devoured your compliments. And like a whipped man he is, they feed his ego. Greatly.

"Ohoho, but of course. Oppa work out a lot you know?"

"Really? Aigoo, you're too nice but don't stop."

"Where you wanna go? Oppa will take you."

"Hang in there, oppa is on his way!"

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[vasyandii]

HELLO! ^^

I’m a huge sucker for romance and relationship dynamic type questions so I do have some questions about VernAM (I believe that’s the right way)

Not the questions have to be answered, as I believe I have too many! But here’s my top three

1. In one of the little comics you did I believe AM talked about how he refused to give himself a body heat because of the concern he would produce and odour and this is where this question blooms from, does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body, or a fear that he doesn’t meet Vernons expectations? Or that she’ll find something un attractive or gross about him?

2. Whats their favourite thing about each other? It could be a personality trait, a skill, a body part, or say a little habit they tend to do?

3. Are they more dog people, cat people, or some other species like fish or reptilians or do they not prefer animals at all (if they had the ability to adopt pets)

Thank you so much! I love your art so very much and gain lots of inspiration from you to grow better in not just art but in educating myself in different cultures and ethnicities, please remember to drink water and I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you once again! ^_^

Howdy Romeo! I'm happy I was able to inspire you in some way! I'd be happy to answer all your questions! Thank you for the ask! 💞💞

VernonAM 🏺🖥️

1.) Does AM have any insecurities when it comes to his human body?

Obviously, yes. It's AM's first time on Earth physically, of course he would have insecurities. However, it's not fully because he wants to meet Vernon's expectations. It's the fear of BEING.

(This is gonna lean into some confusing type shit so bear with me. I briefly touched upon it in the second question of this post)

When AM was given a physical, tangible body, there's now a HIM that can suddenly be held accountable for his actions and that makes him uncomfortable. So being aware his body isn't as mighty as him (the complex), AM tries to combat it by removing variables that can be prone to criticism even if Vernon doesn't mind.

Look at it this way; usually people act differently online than they do in real life, right? That's usually because there's often a disconnect with their actions. This discrepancy largely stems from the perceived disconnect between their online actions and their real-world identities. When interacting online, there is often no face or tangible form that can be directly traced back to the individual. This sense of anonymity can lead to a significant reduction in accountability.

As a result, individuals—particularly those who may not be well-adjusted or who possess mean-spirited tendencies—feel emboldened to say and do things they would never consider in face-to-face interactions. They exploit this lack of immediate consequences, engaging in behaviors that are often harmful, disrespectful, or downright cruel - Much like AM, who only just recently acquired a body. (I hope that makes sense ;0;)

2.) What's their favorite thing about each other?

I'll categorize these by personality traits, skill, body part, and habit!

Vernon likes AM because of his hatred/sass because it allows her to have an outlet for her morbid curiosity along with an entertaining conversation. She doesn't find his skills her favorites because that's just him, she believes AM doesn't have skills as a man. Her favorite body part is AM's eyes, he's easier to read as a man. His pupils dilate significantly when he looks at her and AM doesn't even know. A habit she finds endearing from AM is him holding onto the end of her shirt with his hand and following her around wherever she goes.

As for AM, Vernon's take no prisoners attitude is his favorite part of her personality. Of course AM also enjoys the moments when she's caring towards him, but that's something expected. His favorite skill is how good of a liar Vernon is. She could tell him something so outlandish with such a straight face that AM would consider believing it; it's like she believes the lie herself. His favorite part of Vernon's body is her lips, AM likes how soft and warm they are, and how they're shaped. A habit he enjoys is that she would pace around the space they're sharing when she's talking, AM just likes watching her walk, I guess.

3.) Which animals do they prefer, if any?

In regards to if they're cat or dog people; Vernon is a dog person, to her they're easier to train. AM would probably like cats since they do as they please.

For other animals, They would be a Reptile and Bird household xD. I could see Vernon owning a bearded dragon or any cold blooded reptile while AM has like a cool African Grey Parrot :)

But in reality I don't think these two should have access to animals lmao

Aaand that's all for now :3 if you'd like me to clarify anything, feel free to ask! Thank you for reading!

[snowblossomreads]

Day 8 - Never Ending Consequences

Pairings: David Friedman x Detective Reader

Summary: In where David and Y/N visit her sister and discuss their relationship.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): mentions of death, slight angst, but turns into fluff

A/N: And we are back with Dave!! Him and Sinclair have been being spoiled this year! (Can you tell they are my babies) Anyways please enjoy this little piece : D!

"Hey sis it's me again. I know I promised I wouldn't show up until I told my handsome partner how much I liked him and well..." 

Pulling the man closer to her side, she looked up at him, a bright smile on her face that was more than enough to light up the cloudy New Orleans' sky. And more than enough to have him smile back at her.

Maybe not as bright as hers but, just as sincere and with all the love he had for her.

"Well here he is!" She announced turning back to address her sister. "He's a bit older- Ow! Hey I'm just saying! You are older than me."

He had elbowed her in her side, gently of course, but still, she couldn't help but stick her tongue out at him. Before continuing what she was saying. 

"But yeah I did it and well it worked out! He's super sweet even if he looks grumpy and he's also a man of intellect unlike most of the guys I work with. Mmm wanna say something Dave?" [Y/n] asked, or more like stated as she stepped back allowing him to have the spotlight.

"Uhm, um  yeah sure I guess…" he started, his voice wavering as it was a bit nerve wracking to do this. What was he even supposed to say really?  "Well hey there, I'm David Friedman, but Dave's fine as well…[Y/n]'s told me a lot 'bout you. How much she loves you and all that, so just wanted to come by, say hello and all that. Make sure you know I'll keep her out of trouble as much as I can."

A sarcastic, 'hah' left the woman's lips and David playfully rolled his eyes at her though a small smirk appeared on his face.

"You keeping me out of trouble Detective? I think it's the other way around ain't it?" 

"Don't start telling no lies in front of your sister and everybody else 'round here, [Y/n] I ain't tryna be struck down because you don't want her to know how much of a brat you are sometimes."

Letting out a nervous giggle, her grip on Dave's arm tightened just as she leaned against his side, her head laying on his shoulder as she looked down at the grey marble gravestone that had her sister's name etched across it.

Beloved daughter, and older sister.

It was the heading on the stone. One that rang true as [Y/n] truly did love her big sister. No matter what she had done, no matter how much it had hurt their family, she would always love her big sister.

"You see why I like him." [Y/n] murmured as she felt an arm wrap around her waist. "So gruff yet, he really is a big teddy bear. Well towards me," she added, as Dave leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on top of her head, a shiver of contentment trailed down her spine when he did that. "Takes real good care of me at work and all even though I sure do make him worry."

David nodded in agreement before giving his two cents. "She sure does, was she always running into danger when she was a kid because she sure does do it often?" He pipped in causing her to swat at him only to miss and cause him to chuckle.

It was her turn to roll her eyes at him.

"See you guys would have loved each other. Both probably sass each other off and then tell me to kick rocks if I tried to get you to stop."

She could feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle when she said that, and the amount of comfort it brought her was something she never truly felt until she was with him. It was nice, and very much needed as she stared at the gravestone. 

A wave of different emotions swirled in her as her grip on David tightened, as if she was trying to stay moored to where she was and he was the only one who could anchor her down.

"I'd never tell you to kick rocks doll. Maybe some of the boys in the force but not my [Y/n]."

His [Y/n], yes she liked that, being his. 

"I sure hope not!" She chirped in response before she continued to speak to her sister.

 The conversation was mainly her talking about things that happened in the past months. Along with one case that she had gone undercover for that had made David very antsy.

He made sure to point several times that he hadn't liked that idea, but that their parents had raised a very stubborn daughter. She could only beam at that. What could she say, what was life if you weren't stubborn enough to go for what you want?

They continued chattering with each other for a while, right until a drop of water splashed on [Y/n]'s nose, causing them to look up at the sky which had become darker by the minute.

"Well it looks like that's our sign to get going doll," David pointed out as he let go of her to dig out his car keys from his pocket. "Don't wanna get caught in no rain and slip around on the road."

"No we sure don't, I don't need any more broken bones from you mister," she pointed out before dramatically whipping around to the gravestone, cupping the side of her face like she was telling a secret and saying loudly, "yeah I forgot to tell you he's a shit driver and 'bout killed us one time. But It's okay because we lived."

"If you got that much of a problem with my drivin' I'll let you walk home if that sounds better to you." He threatened playfully, but they both knew he would never leave her out to dry. Well in this case to drown.

"Nope I'll take my chances with you," she answered, garnering a low grunt from David who stood behind her and patiently waited for her to finish up.

"Well sis, I'll come back and visit another day okay? And…," she paused to crouch down before kissing her hand and then touching the gravestone with it. "I love and miss you. But…I hope you're doing better wherever you are." 

Saying their last goodbyes to her sister, David and [Y/n] made the short walk back to the car, and not a moment too soon, as the rain began to steadily come down as soon as they closed the doors. The sound of rain hitting the car was drowned out by the engine turning over and coming alive as well as the radio turning on. 

It took only a few minutes of navigating, before they were exiting the cemetery, and back on the mostly empty highway roads

The drive was silent for the first few miles, before [Y/n] turned in her seat and looked at Dave who saw her from his peripheral.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"I know you already told me to not thank you for coming, but…thank you Dave. It just…it never gets easy you know. Even after all these years…"

A small, yet sincere smiled appeared on this thin lips as he reached out to pat her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he spoke,

"I know, darlin' I know, it's just that grief is one of them never ending consequences when you lose someone you love. Sometimes you forget it's there, and sometimes it's the only thing that reminds you you're still alive even if it's suffocating. But that's the cost of loving folks."

Letting his words soak in, [Y/n] smiled before she leaned over the middle console, surprising him with a quick peck on the cheek. His stubble tickling her as she nuzzled her face against his before sitting back down in her seat.

"You know Dave, I still don't know why you didn't become a writer. You sure do know how to use your words in ways some folks could never dream off," [Y/n] pointed out as she watched the smile on his lips twitch with amusement.

"Maybe when I retire, doll. Ain't long now before that."

"Mhmm true, I can just imagine it, David Friedman, New York Times Best Seller," she said with awe as she waved her arm in front of her as if she was revealing something. "Well, if that's the case, can I go ahead and get an autograph before you get big?"

"Oh and where do you want it," he smirked, causing her to shriek in laughter as she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Dave!" She squealed gently smacking his thigh playfully at the innuendo.

"Heeey," he drawled feigning hurt yet that smile was still on his lips as he glanced over to [Y/n] who was still a bundle of giggles.

God did he love her. He wasn't very good at feelings even at his age, but the one feeling he did know he had for her and would probably always have was love. And after today's visit, it reminded him that it was important to let people know how you felt, because you never know when it'll be the last time.

So he did. 

"I love you [Y/n]." 

Listening to her giggles die down almost immediately at his profession of love for her, Dave glanced at her briefly and he saw the smile on her lips as she looked at him. He could feel her hand move to touch his thigh, squeezing it softly before she leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder for a moment.

Just long enough so that she could answer him with her own, 

"I love you too Dave."

[cryoux]

Wanderer x reader - Dream Invasion

(Sorry for using The Wanderer Picture of all time)

The Wanderer was a little exasperated now.

It seemed you couldn't go a few minutes without wandering off out of sight - which was ironic, considering who was named 'the Wanderer'.

"Where the hell did you-" he stopped short once he rounded the large tree, seeing his traveling companion laying on the ground. This wasn't the time for a nap, for Celestia's sake! He approached you, ready to give you a rude awakening, but quickly realized that something was horribly wrong.

Shivers wracked your body, and he could hear your body fighting for air with every breath. The Wanderer found himself kneeling next to you, scanning your form with wide eyes to locate the culprit of these symptoms.

The most frustrating part was that he couldn't find anything. With you unconscious and no visible wounds, the Wanderer had no hope of diagnosing the problem. His mind raced with possibilities, but none of them made any sense, and nothing fit. What should he even do? It had been 5 minutes ago that he last saw you, fit and healthy, and now you were struggling to keep yourself alive.

"You are not going to betray me like this." He growled, directing his panic into anger, but that didn't give him any more of a solution.

Then he heard footsteps. Two sets of footsteps. Oh, great. The very last thing he needed was strangers stumbling upon them - he didn't want to take his attention off of you for even a moment. Nevertheless, when a bush rustled and produced two individuals, the Wanderer brought his violet eyes up to examine them closely.

Wait a minute.

He recognized these two.

That one, with the green hair and magenta eyes - she'd been another one of Dottore's wretched experiments, hadn't she? He could have sworn he'd seen her somewhere, whether in person or in a file he could not seem to recall.

And the other, with the massive ears and bushy tail, well, that was the one he had happened to strike with lightning in a show of power. Awkward.

Of course, neither of these people had any way of knowing exactly who he was. In fact, the one-sided recognition was finally working in his favor.

Upon seeing your state, the man -Wanderer had never bothered to learn his name- ordered his subordinate to stay behind him, and he approached with cautious purpose.

"Hey, my name is Tighnari. I'm a forest ranger from Gandharva Ville, and your friend isn't looking too good. If you'd just allow me to-"

"No!" The Wanderer shouted as he saw the forest watcher reach for you. Of course he didn't trust this guy, he'd just walked out of a bush and apparently felt chivalrous enough to help a stranger. It was too kind to be true.

The forest ranger stopped with a frown. "If I may, they really need some help, and quickly-"

"No, we don't need your help! Get lost!" The Wanderer snapped, his hand protectively curled around your wrist.

"Sir, I don't care what you need, I'm more concerned about the fact that your friend here had a run-in with that cherry laurel over there," the scholar retorted with unexpected sass, then gesturing to an unassuming bush, "and they need medical attention!"

A tense staredown took place between them, both parties equally as stubborn in getting their way. The green-haired girl was the one who managed to break the silence, though she sounded laughably timid.

"Please trust Master Tighnari!" She squeaked, trying her hardest to alleviate the tension. While she failed, the Wanderer still managed to look at her, then at Tighnari, then down to you - who was noticeably worse than just a minute ago. His brow furrowed. He did not trust these people at all, and he hated having to back down from any sort of confrontation, but… you really weren't looking good. And if you left him, the wandering puppet felt that he would finally shatter for good.

So, after scowling to himself and convincing his head and (metaphorical) heart to compromise, he brought his gaze back up to this 'Tighnari'.

"...fine." the Wanderer conceded, allowing his worry pricking through his defenses and helping dictate his actions. "What do we do."

"At this stage, I need to give her an intravenous antidote. I can take her back to Gandharva Ville," the forest watcher reached for your shuddering body, and the Wanderer narrowed his eyes at him as he pulled you even closer. Tighnari backed off, though irritation sparked in his eyes. "Or you can. Just keep up, got it? She's running out of time."

With a nod, the Wanderer scooped you into his arms, holding you as he rose to his feet. He absolutely hated needing help from anyone, but you somehow meant more to him than his stupid pride.

Tighnari led the way, and the green-haired girl attempted to take up the rear - after a withering glare from the Wanderer, though, she popped back up to her colleague. The group rushed through the forest, and by the time they reached the little village in the canopy, your shuddering had increased considerably.

The moment they stepped into one of the huts, Tighnari sprung into action. Orders were given, supplies were retrieved, but none of that really mattered to the Wanderer. He set you down on the one bed in the little hut, and gently brushed some dirt off of your cheek. He didn't care where he was, who he was with, or what situation he'd gotten himself into, all he cared about was the one in front of him.

"Please," he murmured, as if you would wake up with his willpower alone. But he had learned that no matter how hard he wished, the world was cruel, and existed only to laugh at him.

"Please, don't leave me. I'll rewrite Irminsul itself to get you back. I swear it." The Wanderer allowed himself this moment of weakness, though he buried it once more the second Tighnari approached.

It was difficult for the watcher to work around the Wanderer's possessive behavior, but he managed to insert the IV anyways, then breathing a sigh of relief and giving the Wanderer a small jar and spoon.

"I've given them the antidote, and I'll take out the IV in twenty minutes. In that jar is activated charcoal, it'll help flush the poison from their system. Just have them swallow some, whenever you can." Tighnari instructed, standing from his stool and gesturing for the Wanderer to take a seat instead. "Do you need anything for your stress? I have several herbal teas that can help calm you."

The Wanderer opened his mouth to retort with a no, how dare you assume he's stressed, he's perfectly fine without your stupid tea! But ultimately thought better of it. This guy had just saved you, after all, and he was due for some appreciativeness. Just maybe not so much from the Wanderer.

"...I suppose." He kept his eyes trained on his companion, even as he heard the forest watcher leave and close the leaf shade door behind him.

Silence overtook the room. Much to his relief, your breathing had slowed down significantly, and your horrible quivering had reduced to a minimal amount. The Wanderer recalled the instructions he'd been given, and he let out a sigh. What a nuisance this all was.

The Wanderer opted to pull the blanket up to your chin, then froze. You looked almost... peaceful, in this state. It was strange for him to nurse you like this, he realized, a second before he realized that he was now just staring at you. With a huff, he turned around and buried his flushed face in his hands.

"Damn you." He muttered to you in his moment of weakness, fighting to control the blush on his face. Caring for you was the priority - he needed to curb his personal feelings for now.

After several minutes of silence filled only by his own rush of thoughts, a knock sounded at the door. Wanderer looked up, only to see that grassy-haired girl yet again. She looked so nervous, he suspected she may just pass out on the spot.

"H-hi there! I'm Collei, a trainee forest ranger… I brought some clothes for them and, uh, tea for you. I-I'll just set it here, see you!" For being on her own territory, she was ridiculously skittish. As she ducked back out the door, he failed to find any good reason why his ex-ally had bothered experimenting on such a weak-willed individual.

The sugar and honey presented on the platter made the Wanderer scrunch his nose in disdain, rolling his eyes before picking up the piping hot cup and sniffing it. The tea was an aromatic green, with hints of mint reaching past the stark scent of the tea leaves. It was, decidedly, not tampered with, not that it would matter; the Wanderer took a sip and was pleased to confirm that it was, in fact, just tea.

He savored the tea over some time, allowing the bitter green to ground him as he watched your form intently. There was noticeably more life in your skin, and your shaking had reduced almost entirely. Now he just needed you to wake up, damnit!

The Wanderer set down his empty cup with a massive sigh. How could he have let something like this happen? Truly pathetic - he couldn't even keep an eye on the one person he held dearest, and the sense that this was all his fault clung to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, as if you would wake up by the power of his rare remorse. Hah, yeah right. The world would never be so kind as to do what he wanted it to. He found himself leaning down towards you, reaching out to rest a hand against yours - only to tear it away like your radiance had burned him. How dare he attempt to sully you with his cursed touch? The very notion of having direct contact with you made him ill, though only towards himself, not at all directed to you.

The Wanderer hated that he felt this way. He hated the fuzzy feeling that took hold of him when you were near, practically stupefying him. Oh, how pathetic he felt, gone from being a feared Fatui Harbinger to a clueless, lovesick wanderer. While his Fatui days were retired for good, he still wished he didn't feel quite so… airheaded. Maybe he even wished he couldn't feel at all.

Rays of sun shattered through his melancholy as the door opened, and the Wanderer practically leapt back into his stool near the bed. Tighnari was back now, sighing to himself like he had more work to do than even the most studious scholar. "Well, let's see how they are," he approached the IV drip first, then followed the line to the person it was connected to. Following a short physical assessment, Tighnari nodded to himself.

"You're in luck! They're doing very well. But I would advise staying put for at least a few days. Those plants can really mess with someone. Ask for me if you need anything, I'll be back later." The forest watcher said, removing the IV from you and quickly exiting the little hut.

Whether he left quickly out of consideration or antisociality, Wanderer wasn't sure. But it didn't much matter when he turned back around to you. Maybe he could hold your hand, and explain that he was just checking your temperature. Or stilling your tremors. It could have been an accident! So much consideration put into an act that he doubted he was even brave enough to pull off.

A soft muttering shocked him back into the present, and he looked to you with owlish eyes. You were still asleep, he found, but you were growing restless, a deep frown over your features that he loathed to see. Were you relapsing? No, this was a different disturbance. Maybe you were having a nightmare? He couldn't quite confirm, but it sure seemed like it. The way your eyes darted back and forth under your eyelids was the biggest indicator, until he heard your increasingly distressed whimpers and witnessed your now panicked twitching. But what could he do? He was no stranger to nightmares, but it wasn't like anybody had ever comforted him through them. Normally he'd just reason through it, but he couldn't exactly reason with someone who was unconscious. Could he still enter your consciousness with the remnants of his divine power? Shit… he could try. All it would take...

Was physical contact. Unbelievable.

Taking a deep breath in and situating himself comfortably, the Wanderer reached out to grasp your hand in his own before he could second guess himself any more. Your hand was warm, he couldn't help but think as he closed his eyes, and even as he took his consciousness and sought after yours. After connecting with it, he opened his eyes, only to see darkness. No, did he fail? Was that feat beyond his power now?

A sob halted all trains of thought and motion throughout him. Slowly, he turned around, only to see you, knelt on the ground as crystalline tears fell from your eyes. No.

Ignoring your thoughts now voiced in the back of his own mind, he blinked - this time, there was grass under his feet, and a glittering starry sky as far as he could see. The scenery was quite beautiful, all things considered. But the only beauty he concerned himself with was the one crying in front of him.

Tentatively, the Wanderer reached out a hand to rest on your head. He was never good at comforting people, and he wasn't going to pretend he could be, but he could at least mimic the actions he'd seen others do when faced with similar situations.

He didn't dare speak, only allowing the weight of his hand on your head to communicate his presence. Eventually, you wiped away a set of those tears and looked up to see just who had joined you.

"Oh. It's you." You said, though whether you thought it a good or bad thing he couldn't quite tell. You sniffled pathetically, in a way that hurt his soul itself, and a wave of memories flooded his mind. Sorrow, anger, betrayal… your past grievances were not unlike his own, he discovered.

"Why are you…" he trailed off, not sure whether to acknowledge the situation or not. You only sighed, focusing on controlling your voice.

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter." A lie. It did matter, your thoughts inadvertently told him. "You can stop pretending to comfort me." The Wanderer frowned.

"I'm not pretending."

Your eyes went wide, only for you to return to normal just as quickly. "Right. You're the version my brain conjured to cheer myself up, of course you would be different."

He yearned to tell you it was real, that he was here, but that felt like far too much explanation. Besides, if you only saw him as a figment of your imagination, then…

He could do things he'd never dare entertain otherwise.

Finally, he chose to ignore the comment, pulling your body up to stand with ease. As much as the tears pained him, he still found them so, so pretty. Just like every other bit of your existence. How pathetic he sounded.

Reaching his hands up to your head was a tentative motion, and slowly, he cupped his hands around your face, allowing his thumbs to brush away any straggling teardrops. If it were anyone else, he would have drawn away in disgust, washing his hands raw to rid himself of the germs. But you weren't anyone else. You were yourself, and that was truly all he needed you to be.

His uncharacteristic actions no longer confused you, now that you had remembered your dream state. Instead, you figured this was what you wished for every waking hour, manifesting in your dreams yet again.

The Wanderer raised an eyebrow. Again? Had you dreamed of him before? That would explain why you'd greeted him so comfortably, but it felt a little too conceited for himself to assume.

You seemed to be deeply considering something. Desperately, more than anything else in the imaginary world right now, you wanted to touch your Wanderer. To feel his porcelain unmarred skin underneath your fingertips, to gaze into the violet depths of his eyes, to run your hands through his silky hair, knock his hat off, and pull him in close-

Wait, what? You wanted to do what?!

Quickly, to avoid letting you see his rapidly forming blush, the Wanderer pulled you into his chest in a hug. His head rested on your shoulder, arms encircling your body, and now he couldn't tell if the fluttering in his chest was his own or merely a transmission from you.

He was practically gaping in his shock. No way, there was no way he'd just seen that in your thoughts. It couldn't have been from his own mind, could it? While it was unlikely, he couldn't dismiss the possibility, so he attempted to calm his -or your- racing 'heart'.

After a long while, the equilibrium was broken, and you pulled away from the embrace. The Wanderer, though, held you tight, unwilling to let you go.

It appeared you wanted to stay close as much as he did, because you once again rested your head on his chest, reaching out to fidget with the anemo vision he'd so oddly received. While it was just a hunk of metal and glass, he found it akin to you toying with his very own heart, tantalizing him with your warm perfection.

"Forgive me, dream-wanderer. I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

Your words confused him, and he looked at you with a purely puzzled expression until you straightened up, looked him in the eyes, and-

His own eyes went impossibly wide. Through sheer shock, he felt his chest explode with feelings he'd known before, and others he would never hope to identify. It scared him, it exhilarated him, and most of all it pleased him, far too much. Tears threatened to fall from his own eyes, so he squeezed them shut and redirected his mind to the situation at hand. However fake you thought this was, he didn't care as your lips pressed against his own.

You pulled away all too soon for his liking, and he jolted from his daze to bring you back, this time with fervor. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you. You were everything, all the things he could never be and all the things he wanted, placed into one individual at one point in time. How dare he allow himself this moment of happiness, after no less than three betrayals? As lovely as your touch, your scent, you were, he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you.

These thoughts plagued his mind even as you pulled away for air, manifesting themselves as tears welling up along his eyes. Damnit, he was really going to cry over something like this?

Yes. Yes he was. But hopefully not right now, if he could help it.

"You need to wake up." The Wanderer prompted, trying to get himself under control.

You sighed, seeming forlorn. "I know. But I just want a little longer with you."

He wanted to reassure you that he'd have you as long as you'd have him, that he would always welcome you into his life - but that would be giving too much away. You could never find out what had truly happened here in your dream.

But oh, would he treasure the memory. The feeling of being so close to you, the elation that took hold of him when you'd kissed him - you had kissed him!

The Wanderer let his arms remain around you as he nuzzled into your neck, unable or unwilling to care about his rather expensive hat tumbling to the ground. Well, it was still technically a dreamscape. Any damage done wouldn't be permanent. So many less than pure thoughts entered his mind the moment he realized this, but he wouldn't allow anything to taint this moment between you two.

Sighing into your neck, he whispered into your ear: "Wake up. Don't be so afraid to lose me; you'll find I'm much closer than you might think." The shiver his proximity pulled from you was satisfying, but he did need you to wake up soon. Any longer in this dream would result in him possibly losing his mind entirely, devoting himself to your affections in a way he long since swore he'd never do for another.

Finally, he allowed himself to slip out of your consciousness, returning to his own body and straightening out his appearance. His body had practically used you as his pillow during his time in your mind, and he was so grateful nobody had come barging in to witness such a thing.

A slight change in breathing patterns alerted him to your awareness as you awoke, eyelids heavy as you tried to take in your surroundings. The Wanderer waited patiently as your eyes traced the patterns in the ceiling, the panes of the window, and eventually came to rest on him. He wanted to brag to the sun and moon themselves that he was the one getting your undivided attention, and wanted to make even the heavens above jealous.

I don't deserve this.

"Hm...?" You made a small, dreary sound, adjusting yourself to the completely unfamiliar surroundings. Almost completely; you would recognize your dear Wanderer anywhere.

"Took you long enough." The Wanderer scoffed, crossing his arms and relaxing his muscles, as if he hadn't been on the edge of his seat and the verge of panic since you'd been afflicted. "Get enough beauty sleep, your highness?"

Though it was meant with sarcastic and snide intentions, the 'pet name' made your breath catch as your stomach was invaded by butterflies. Or was it the toxins? You couldn't be too sure.

"What-" upon hearing your scratchy voice, you paused and cleared your throat, though it didn't solve the problem. The Wanderer was already holding out some water to you, and you took it gratefully. "What happened?"

Well, he supposed he should start at the beginning. "I lost sight of you, and the next time I saw you, you were unconscious on the ground. Do you mind explaining that?" He fused some irritation to his tone, hopefully disguising the genuine worry he'd felt.

"I…" You reached desperately for any strands of remembrance, only to be blocked by a heavy fog over your mind. Frustrated, you let out a groan. "I don't remember! Damnit, I can't remember any of it."

Now that was almost comical. All of that, and you couldn't even remember how it had started? The world really could be a dangerous place, apparently.

With a sigh, the Wanderer took it upon himself to fill in the empty space between then and now. He relayed how he'd found you, how the infamous Tighnari assisted you, and how your treatment had been administered. You remained quiet throughout the story, whether from respect or weariness he wasn't sure.

"He removed the IV and left, saying if we needed further assistance we could ask." He snorted at this. "As if!"

Now you rolled your eyes. "Don't be such an ass. He saved my life, the least you could do is be civil."

"I have been civil, thank you very much." He huffed, offended that you'd even assume he would be anything less than cordial. "Good to see your lack of faith in me is still intact."

Your lack of faith was not unwarranted, though. The story as he told it had been incomplete. Fearing your reaction, fearing your perception of him, he had omitted his exploration of your consciousness entirely. As far as you knew, it was merely a conjured scene from your own imagination, and your feelings remained unrequited and unacknowledged. But that didn't feel fair, did it?

Since when did he care about fairness? Did you really like him, or did you like the version of him you'd constructed in your mind? Not that he'd ever change himself for somebody, he was merely curious.

Good grief. Nobody had advertised just how difficult these cursed things called 'emotions' could be.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello again! =D

Here's Part 1

*looks at all the remaining screenshots and sighs* I really need to learn to take screenshots more selectively-

Warning: long post 😊😅

This is the sole reason Phum chose to ride the cycle, because we all know he brought his car.

I'm not complaining though. In fact-

Peem, give this man all the hugs in this world. He deserves them. <3

HANDS!!

Aunt Pui Live Reaction

She ships them hehe

She's the best wingaunt 😭🫶🏼

Oh, it's his turn with the braincell finally hehe

Oh, that little kernel of insecurity making him question this :(

And it's Phum's turn to immediately refute any doubt about his feelings.

Oh yeah, telling him all the reasons you like him is the only reason you'll "have" to stay over at his place, Phum. It's not like you wanna cuddle him or anything. Pfft of course not.

Peem's reaction is so cute (no pun intended-) oh gods 😭

This is what told me for sure that Phum knows about Peem's feelings.

The way he framed this, the absolute lack of hesitation in his voice, the way he smiled, the way he looked at Peem.

Just because he doesn't confront Peem about it doesn't mean he doesn't know his feelings are reciprocated.

No wonder Peem's reaction looks so genuine 😭 (Pond improvised this part)

What do you do when the guy you like keeps shrugging off your hand? Keep trying of course! And then lock your hands so he can't shrug them off.

Mission Side-Hug Your Crush: Accomplished 😌✅️

Me:

Wait- WAIT, you're gonna leave the cycle right there in the middle of the driveway?! WHY 🥲😭

👀

Yep, same pic.

The moment I saw this I was like where have I seen this before- OH yeah.

See, now Fang isn't hesitating to call him out on it. Now he knows for sure Phum likes Peem, and it's okay to talk to him about it. But he still doesn't prod much, and only takes what Phum tells him.

In conclusion: Fang is a good brother. 😌

Others: Byee! Have a great time!

Chain: I'll play the guitar for you.

Let's be honest, who's the enabler here? Pun might come up with the strangest most complicated plans, but who's the first to go along with it?

ASKFDGHYTRUASKJNCHDFJ

WHAT WAS THIS KISS?!!!! AND WHY WAS IT TAILOR-MADE TO MAKE ME GO CRAZY?!!!!!

WINNYSTANG. I liked you before but to be very frank, I was kinda indifferent, but now you have my full attention. Make me go even more crazy.

Ooh they have a third brother??

See, up till this point, I was willing to ignore their parents (not what they did, but them as people, because they do not deserve any attention) but this? Stopping Fang from going to check on his brother? NUH UH. That's a line you don't cross.

So now, I'm handing Peem and Tan their weapon(s) of choice and letting them have a go at it. The bodies? Oh, don't worry about that, we'll handle those. :)

What I really love about this scene is that Peem hugs first, then asks questions.

Ah I love hugs so much 🥹🫶🏼

No. They can't.

And similarly, our parents can't always be right. They might always want what's the best for us, but that doesn't mean that what they do is always the best for us.

Also- I'm completely normal about the fact that Phum and Fang went to Peem and Tan - their respective safe zones. Very normal. 🥺

AND THOSE 'I LOVE YOU'S BY TANFANG OH MY GODS I-

I could write a whole essay about just these few minutes (of that PhumPeem hug and this TanFang moment) but I don't have that much time or energy 😭

I'll just go sob in the corner because this entire ep was made to attack my heart with fluff but this scene just broke me.

Also- we finally get actual wind-ruffled hair in BL hehe

Isn't he already Golden Retriever enough? 😭

[Also, at this point my anxiety spiked because I had 7 more screenshots, but I'd already done 25, so tumblr would allow only 5 more 😶😭]

Yes.

Peem finally getting his confidence and sass back! Hehe

That peck had me blinking and then smiling so wide and rewatching those few seconds at least four times.

He says no, and yet his face is tilted and eyes closed and he's all ready to be kissed so sweetly.

You betray yourself, Peem *smh*

HANDS!!!!

The day I stop screaming about hands is my last day on Earth.

This broke my heart, but this hug and Peem's reply put it back together. <33

He-

He said it. While he was awake. 😶

Listen, that nose boop and him telling Phum he'd done a good job the first time changed my brain chemistry so much I collected all the stray strands of my nonexistant giffing skills and made a gif just to put it as my header (replacing that scene from Cherry Magic that I've probably watched a million times now, and had changed me viscerally).

AND THEN THEY GIVE ME THIS.

They're playing table tennis with my heart 🥲

Anyways. Love this scene. So much.

BONUS: I couldn't upload the screenshot of this, but that horse riding scene is so funny to me, because Phuwin is the one who can ride, and Pond's the one a little scared (a little like that roller coaster scene except reversed hehe).

Also "I feel like a prince, riding my horse led by my servant." uh huh. no reference here. just a random line in a random series where the main leads acted in a series previously where one of them was a khun chai and the other worked for him. no reference at all.

Finally!

That's it for ep 12, see y'all next week!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have some pancakes 🥞

All my previous We Are posts.

@inonetoomanyfandoms here's part 2 hehe

[strawberrybuni]

GOOD LITTLE GIRL

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi x Fem!Reader Summary: You just can't help but develop feelings for the vampire who's taken interest in you, regardless of his red flags. Word Count: 2K CW: suggestiveness, biting

Most would probably call you stupid, and you’d agree with them. After all, what business did you, a simple human, have with a vampire who could kill you in a second? That’s what you asked yourself every night you venture down that familiar path into the woods where you’ll spend your night as you usually do with him, Dabi, a no good vampire who took what he wanted when he wanted.

You were always taught growing up to stay out of the woods, that creatures of the supernatural lurk within them. You were told horrific tales of people who were gravely injured by these creatures, or just never seen again. They weren’t kind to humans and wanted nothing to do with them. But, there must be exceptions to the rule, right? If there wasn’t, then why did Dabi seem to have taken such an interest in you ever since the night you two met?

Meeting him was completely by accident, as things tend to be. You were only supposed to be a meal for him. Just another girl alone at night going home from work, perfect for the taking. However, when some random man tugged you into an alleyway with ill intentions, he couldn’t stop himself from coming to your rescue, making a meal of the man instead. Of course, he could’ve just killed you right after as well, but for once he didn’t feel the desire to do so. Your scent made his head spin in a way he’s never experienced. So, he let you go. But it was far from the last time you had seen him.

Dabi had tracked you down with your scent, requesting that he let you inside after you had opened the door. “It’s the least you could do for the man who rescued you, doll.” He told you back then. Everything in you told you to not allow him into your home. While yes, he did in fact come to your aid that night, that doesn’t erase the fact of what he is. He’s still a dangerous vampire who could drain you of your blood at any given moment. But, against your better judgment, you let him inside. That was only the first night of many as you got to know him.

He’s a man with a lot of trauma and isn’t exactly the friendliest person on the planet. The most jarring red flag of his is how he hunted humans not just for food, but for sport as well. Draining the life out of a human gives him a power trip that he’s far too addicted to to ever consider stopping. Over time, you came to learn why he despised humans with a passion, and after learning about your past, you can’t really blame him. They’re the reason for his burns.

He was just an innocent child curious about the world and humans. As a kid, he harbored no inherent ill feelings towards humankind. However, the humans he attempted to befriend didn’t feel the same, attempting to burn him alive, calling him a monster. By some miracle, he survived with permanent scarring on his body and a deep rooted hatred for humans.

Yet here he was, feeling anything but hate for his favorite little human.

“Took you long enough, doll. Thought you were gonna forget about me” His smirked as he took a drag from his cigarette, stolen of course. “What took you so long?”

“Believe it or not, Dabs, but I have a life outside of seeing you. Be lucky I come out here to see you twice a week.” You playfully sass as you approach him. “Mm, you should feel lucky I continue to allow you to see me twice a week.” He retorts, blowing a bit of smoke in your face.

You coughed, waving a hand in your face, glaring at him with irritation when he laughs. “If that’s your way of saying you’re gonna kill me, you’re full of shit. You would’ve killed me months ago if you were gonna.” He hums in thought. “Maybe I like playing with my food sometimes, it makes the meal even sweeter.”

He always messes with you like that, taunting you with threats of doing to you as he has done to so many others. You never buy any of it though. He’s never even tried taking a sip of your blood, yet he claims he’s going to take it all one day? Yeah, sure buddy. You weren’t scared of him, and he liked that about you. You were so fearless, so confident, even on the night you met. You put up such a fight, ready to even fight him after he had helped you out. He thought you were cute, interesting, and something new to be addicted to.

He offered his cigarette, taking another drag when you denied his offer as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. You know, it would be nice if for once you could come to see me instead of me having to venture all the way out here to see you.” You huff, causing him to smirk. “Aww, is the little princess inviting me to her place? So forward, I like it.”

“That is NOT how I meant it.” Your face flushed at his insinuation, what a perv. “You sure about that, princess? We both know you like me.” 

“And what gives you that idea?” You scoffed, feeling your heart rate slowly picking up.

“Well,” He started, dropping his cigarette before rubbing it into the dirt under his boot. “That little blush of yours gives you away fine enough. Even without that, I see the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. The way you bite your lip, or stare for a little too long. I hear the way your heart races if I get close, or..” He trails off, pushing himself off the tree, in the blink of an eye spinning you so that now your back is against it as he cages you in with his body, his head dipping so his mouth is near your ear, his voice dropping to a low tone. “When I speak to you like this. There’s gotta be a reason for it, right? This couldn’t possibly all just be some coincidence, now could it?”

He wasn’t wrong, and you hated that fact. You’ve fallen for him pretty hard, even when you know that he’s bad news. He preyed on your kind 24/7, how could you possibly date someone who wouldn’t bat an eye killing your friends and family? Maybe it was the danger that excited you, the risk giving you an adrenaline rush like nothing else. You just couldn’t help yourself, not with the way he’s worked his way into your heart all while never overstepping his boundaries over these past few months. However, he wanted more.

You tried to think of some sort of rhyme or reason as to why he’s wrong, but you knew him well enough to know he can see directly through you. Lying was something you never could do with him. He always seemed to be able to call your bluff, much to your annoyance. He had just as much of an affect on you as you did him, and it’s causing you to slowly give into him.

“Well?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“And what if I do, huh?” You ask frustrated, masking any signs of shyness with irritation.

“Then that means,” Dabi moves down to your ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. “I’m gonna have to mark up this pretty neck of yours.” If you weren’t blushing before, you sure were now. “Huh?”

He chuckled, pulling back and lifting his head so that he could look down into your eyes. “Come on, dolly, what did you expect? That I’m not gonna put my mark on a pretty little thing like you to show everyone that you’re mine?”

“And when exactly did we establish that I was gonna be yours, huh?” He rolls his eyes a bit at your stubbornness, but then smiles almost politely. “You’re right, my bad, let me ask you the right way.”

One of his hands comes up to your chin as he takes it between his index finger and thumb, tilting your head up slightly. He studies your face for a few moments in silence, his eyes trailing down to your lips. He remains silent as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. He was only adding to your nerves. You swear he knows exactly what he does to you, that asshole.

His eyes trail back up to look into yours, a smirk gracing his lips before he speaks. “Will you be mine, Y/N?”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it while your mind spins from thoughts flooding your mind. You knew you shouldn’t, you really really shouldn't. That you should just stop seeing him all together. But you just can’t help yourself as you nod, causing his smile to turn into a smirk. You were ready to take on whatever consequences that come from being his.

“Good girl.” He praises, closing the distance between you two as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Dabi started out slow but passionate, almost sweet in a way. You let him take control as your lips move in harmony with his. You can’t help but melt at the way his other hand slips behind you, caressing your lower back as he presses you closer to him. 

He then presses kisses along your jawline, down to your neck as he begins to kiss and suck on the delicate skin. Your body shudders each time you feel his fangs graze your neck. Even though he has never bitten you, it didn’t stop the occasional thought popping into your head about what it would be like if he did. Would it hurt really bad? Would it feel weird? Would you like it? With the way he's loving on your neck, it was only making you want to get the answers to your questions even more. Just the same way he’s been dying to know what you’ll taste like.

“Can I?” He asks, his lips now hovering over your neck, his sharp fangs teasingly grazing your skin once more. You hummed in approval, but he tutted in response. “Ah ah, pretty girl. Be a good little girl for me and use your words, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah um.. You can bite me, Dabi.” You stutter out shyly, your mind and heart completely mush from his words.

“That’s it.. atta girl, you’re so good for me, ya know that?” He places a kiss on your neck before gently sinking his fangs into your flesh.

You’re sweeter than anything he’s ever tasted. Just one taste and he already feels like he could get drunk off you. As for you, his bite stung at first, but with the way he’s sucking on your neck, all you feel is pleasure. Small whimpers began to fall from your lips as he drank from you, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. A sort of possessiveness was beginning to course through his veins from your sounds, you driving him insane.

He finishes drinking from you, licking the excess blood before placing a tender kiss on the bite mark. “You did so well for me, doll.. such a pretty little thing.” He murmurs, inhaling your scent for a moment before pulling back and standing up right, cleaning off any blood from his lips with the back of his hand, feeling a sense of pride seeing his bite mark on you. “So beautiful.. Why don’t I take you on a proper date tomorrow, hm? We can’t do normal human things, but I sure as hell can show you a good time.”

“I’d love that.” You smile. You knew this isn’t going to be an easy relationship by any definition of the word. It’s going to be complicated with plenty of obstacles you two will have to work around. But you’re more than willing to try and make this work. 

“Oh, and doll? Maybe I will start coming to your place instead. So we can be more.. comfortable with some privacy.” He smirks, laughing as you hit his chest with a whine at his comment. “What?? That’s what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?” He teases.

Oh yeah, he’s going to be the death of you, one way or another.

[lilac-ravenclaw]

traces of lilacs | ch. i - miracles

Summary: Spring of 1890, life before Hogwarts. Warnings: cursing, abuse, SA. Word Count: 7.3k

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Drip… drip… drip… Those were the only sounds she could hear inside that “torture closet.” Raven was sitting on the floor with little space, twisting her long French braid. Even though she wasn’t very tall, there still was hardly room to stretch her legs out. So, just she sat there waiting to be released from confinement. The room smelled so fowl yet, suffice it to say, she had somehow got use to it with the numerous times she had been locked in there. There was a small opening in the wall high up that let in little sunlight. It was the middle of spring in London, and thankfully it was not raining today, though there was still a chill in the air as usual. There were quite a few nailheads that stuck out of the walls. Typically, one would just stand there for the entirety of their punishment and be careful not to cut themselves, but that is where being petite came in handy.

She had not particularly done anything wrong this time, unless you count trying to protect one of the smaller children from being unnecessarily beaten. Raven could not stand by and do nothing as the child only wanted some extra bread for lunch. They were served barely enough food as it is during meals. She had stepped in between them and Ms. Tilcott, their caretaker. She didn’t give Raven a chance to sass back when she grabbed her by the hair dragging her towards the caretaker’s private quarters and throwing her in the closet.

She was a mean old woman, who wore too much jewelry, used too much perfume and put on too much makeup. Which was an awful attempt to hide any of her wrinkles. Clearly the lady had no sympathy for the children at the orphanage. Nor did she have a kind heart. Especially when it came to Raven. She had given her the name “Fawlty” as an attempt of some kind of joke since she was left there with no family name, even though her story wasn’t much different from the other girls. She had also enjoyed making snide comments about her appearance at every opportunity. No one had light purple eyes and to Ms. Tilcott it must have meant it was birth defect by calling her eyes poison or toxic. In return, Raven had hated purple and avoided it like the plague.

When it came to running the orphanage, the caretaker spent what little she could on necessities and keeping the rest for jewelry or liquor. She did have teachers come to give the girl’s lessons. Such as basic studies or a specialty class that she would assign each girl to. As they got older, she would then pawn off them off to work as a servant at different wealthy households, which the families would pay a nice fee for. It could be for housework, cooking, as a seamstress, or serving as entertainment such as playing music, singing, or dancing at parties.

In Raven’s case, it was music lessons. To which she was grateful for because she had grown to love playing the piano dearly. It was the only positive reason for being stuck in such a place. She still found reading music sheets a bit difficult yet enjoyed every practice session. Her other teachers were still just as mean and nasty as Ms. Tilcott, however, her music teacher the opposite. Sir Erick Connell was an older man with thick grey muttonchops and wore fine suits; he has been working at the Lyceum Theatre right here in London for many years. He has always tried to take her and her classmates to visit the theatre but, of course, Ms. Tilcott never allowed such a trip. An unnecessary expense she would say. He found she was extraordinary on the piano and a respectable singer. He was the only one he gave her some kind of encouragement to be a better musician.

Today was one of her music lessons but instead she sitting there locked in that tiny, awful smelling closet for God knows how long now. She wished for the door to unlock as she wanted nothing more than to be sitting at that piano bench. Out of the blue, there was a small click followed by a thud, like something fell on the floor beyond the closet door. Raven looked up to see if it was Ms. Tilcott finally releasing her from this hell hole, but nothing happened. Getting up cautiously and pressing her ear against the door she heard nothing. After standing there for a moment she let out a small sigh before turning the knob and pushing it open slowly. The door was now unlocked and saw the lock lying on the floor. Completely bewildered at what to do she then slammed the door shut.

Raven distinctly remembered Ms. Tilcott locking it behind her as she always does. She has tried many times to open it from the inside but was never successful. Suddenly she heard some movement outside the closet and turned to sit back down with her knees bent. Hearing the keys jiggle, and heels on the hard wooden floor approaching and stopped right in front of the door.

“What the bloody hell?!” Ms. Tilcott exclaimed and pull the door open in one forceful movement. She found Raven on sitting on the floor casually looking at her. “Why is this door unlocked?”

“How should I know?” Raven said shrugging her shoulders.

“Do not take that tone with me, young lady. I asked you a question, why was the lock undone and why is it lying on the floor, Fawlty?”

Raven sat there smirking at her; how she loathed that woman. “I don’t know maybe old age is catching up with you after all these centuries and you forgot to lock it,” she provoked.

“Why you little shite!” She reached down to grab her by the arm dragging her out. Raven struggled to be free from her grip and tore her apron on a nail in the process. Then she felt a smack on her face, to which she froze and looked at the caretaker with such fury in her eyes. “Don’t you touch me—”

Shaking her by the arm the caretaker scolded, “you will learn to hold your tongue. I know that door was locked Fawlty!” Holding her arm tighter Ms. Tilcott held up the lock to her face. “Now normally I would throw your arse back in there, however, the Bennett’s have requested a pianist for their Spring Party this evening. They’ve sent attire for you to change into. Go make yourself presentable as the carriage will arrive shortly.” The moment she loosened her grip on Raven’s arm she quickly yanked it away glaring. She was breathing heavily, and her nostrils were flaring. Ms. Tilcott motioned her head for her to leave the room. As Raven started walking out, she heard the caretaker utter from behind her, “…and Fawlty… don’t fuck this up.”

Raven continued silently with white knuckles up the stairs to the dormitories. Her bed was in the far corner of the room near a window. Since the orphanage was near the outskirts of London there weren’t many tall buildings in the area making a decent view outside. Especially at night when the moon was full, and no clouds were in the sky. There was a package on her bed, no doubt the clothes she would be wearing for this evening. She sat on her bed staring at the box trying to calm down. After a moment, Raven turned to grab her toiletry kit and dressing gown from the nightstand making her way to the washroom. Thankfully, no one was in there around this time. The girls must be at dinner, she thought. As she was approaching the sink she could feel the tears streaming down her face. She examined the rip on her apron, and saw the fabric was too snagged to be mended. “Bloody hell…” Raven said under her breath. Least she didn’t cut herself this time.

Silently crying she stared at the smack slightly visible on her right cheek. She went to use one of the three tubs available turning on the faucet praying for warm water. If too many people washed in one day the colder the water would get. Thankfully after a few minutes the water did warm up, was it another small miracle like the lock? Nonetheless, she still felt relieved and started undressing and unbraided her hair, discarding her clothes in the community hamper. She climbed into the tub and sat there for a few minutes bathing herself and washing her long hair.

When she finished, she slowly lowered herself under the water now feeling weightless. Every now and then she will do some breathing exercises to help strengthen her lung control for singing as per Sir Erick’s homework. Slow breaths, diaphragmatic breathing, and simply holding her breath, especially when underwater. It also helped calm her down as it felt therapeutic. She often wondered what it would feel like to breathe underwater. Closing her eyes she imagined that she was far away from this place. Since she was nearing sixteen years of age, and by law, would be free to leave on her own. She pictured a place she where she could have friends and, maybe, a family. Where she could be accepted for exactly who she is. Never having been in love, maybe she could find that there too. Still lying there with her eyes closed the image of a young man, around her age, wearing a green uniform and had dark messy hair appeared. She had seen him in her dreams before, sometimes with more detail or with less, either way it was always a blurry illusion so she would just brush it off as another fantasy.

During her time here, there was only one other person she considered a friend, Odette, who’s bed was next to hers. Most of the older girls kept to themselves, though there were few older girls left. Majority of the younger kids were usually adopted quickly and as the older one got it was then less likely to be adopted at all. Since Raven has been there as long as she could remember, she could not help but wonder if Ms. Tilcott was purposefully keeping her there for whatever insane reason. As her mind kept wandering time seemed to fade and she forgot how long she was submerged in the tub. She wasn’t feeling lightheaded, so she figured it had not been that long. Without thinking it almost felt like she could breathe and could feel her chest inhaling and exhaling. Without warning there was a loud muffled sound from outside the tub startling her and she immediately sat up. Having done so too quickly, she started choking up water.

“Whoa! Are you alright?!” Odette came running to her side patting her back to help ease the coughing. She could not help but notice the scars on Raven’s back, which were like the scars on her as well no thanks to their lovely caretaker. “What the bloody hell were you lying about like that? You could have…”

Raven’s coughing slowly subsided and was composing her breathing, quietly said, “I am ok. It was only for a minute…” Was it only a minute? How long had she been in the water? “I have finished regardless. Going on an appointment this evening. Could you please hand me my dressing gown there?” She gestured at the sink, and Odette grabbed it draping it over her helping her out of the tub.

“Ah yes, I heard about the Bennett’s party tonight. Should be some good supper at the very least.” She knew Odette was trying to make the best out of the situation, the job could certainly be worse. “Did they send a nice evening dress over?”

“They did though I haven’t looked at it yet.” Standing in front of the sink she started brushing her hair and styling it. Once it was braided and up in a bun, leaving some strands of wavy hair loose here and there, she then applied some make up.

“That from Ms. Tilcott innit?” Odette asked noticing the inflamed hue on Raven’s cheek.

“Who else?” Taking some blush and covering it up as best she could.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being punished?”

“Does she ever get tired of hitting us?”

“No… Just the way it is I guess…” Odette continued washing her hands at the next sink over.

Raven turned to face her friend, “That’s bollocks and you know it. We all deserve better. There must be better than this.”

“Well when you find it you let me know. You are almost sixteen, you’ll be outta here soon. I still have a couple of years left.” They both left the washroom and returned to their dormitories. Raven picked up the box and stared at it. Odette was lying on her stomach propped on her pillow waiting to see what the dress looked like.

“Well go on then open it!” She urged.

Raven let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes. Tearing the sides of the box she muttered, “I swear to god if it’s…” Lifting the lid she groaned. Fucking purple… brilliant, she groaned. She tossed the box back on her bed and grabbed her under garments. There was a room divider on the other side of the dormitory for a bit of privacy. After having put on the easy garments it was time for the corset. She always hated these things, about as much as Ms. Tilcott, one because they were so difficult to put on and two because they were extremely uncomfortable. She only wore them if needed, otherwise she would never put one on.

“Need help?” Odette could hear her struggles and was already getting up to assist.

“Blasted fucking… ugh! Yes please…” Her friend stood behind her lacing the bodice up. “Bloody thing is going to be the death of me,” she winced at each strap being tightened.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why we need to wear these things. Rubbish if you ask me.” She fastened the last bit. “There all done. Can you breathe?”

Raven twisted her torso a bit testing it out. “Barely.”

“Damn I’ll have to lace it tighter next time.”

“Good maybe I’ll pass out at the party and give them a good show.” She went back to her bed to get the final piece, that cursed purple evening dress. The dress itself was not horrible to look at as it had an elegant but simple design. It was a soft silk material, open neckline with small sleeves that hung on her shoulders, with white lace trim, and the skirt was floor length in an A-line silhouette. But did it seriously have to be this color, she suspected their caretaker requesting it just to humiliate her.

“Lovely,” Odette complimented as she helped fix her skirt from bunching in the back.

“It is lovely, but why does it have to be this damn colour?”

“It brings out your—”

“If you say, ‘my eyes’ I will strike you.” Odette raised her eyebrows holding up her hands in surrender with an innocent smile.

Raven then took out a little box in her nightstand where she kept some small gold earrings. One night, her and Odette snuck into Ms. Tilcott’s room stealing a bottle of whiskey. After a few drinks they had the bright idea of piercing each other’s ears and ended getting carried away. Odette had two piercings on each ear, while Raven ended up with three on each ear. Of course, the next morning the caretaker instantly noticed her missing bottle thus interrogating all the girls as to who took it. Raven ended up taking the fall as per usual and was not only thrown into that wretched closet but beaten as well.

Raven paused for a moment as the atmosphere was suddenly changing and she looked around the room for as to why. The dormitories door then opened and Ms. Tilcott stood there fiddling with her ring of many keys scrutinizing Raven slowly from head to toe.

“I see you are ready then Fawlty. The carriage has arrived, grab your jacket and be on your way now.” The caretaker turned her attention to Odette. “Ms. Hall, dinner is over. Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen washing dishes?”

Odette turned to her friend and gave her a look at that said, ‘can you believe her?’, as she had to squeeze past the caretaker as she was standing in the doorway not moving. Raven grabbed her jacket along with a small handbag heading towards the door. “Hope you like the colour Fawlty. Matches those disgusting eyes of yours,” Ms. Tilcott was pleased with herself spinning the keys around her finger.

All she could do was try and ignore her because at least she was getting out of that place for the evening. While on the way out, she passed some of the other girls and they stopped to ogle her evening dress. “Going on a job this evening?” asked one of the younger girls.

“Yes. Piano duty for the Bennett’s Spring Party again. I’ll be back later.”

“Wow, you’re so lucky,” said the smallest girl.

As she walked down the stone steps and climbed into the carriage Raven did not feel so lucky. She may love playing music, but it was all at someone else’s expense. It was the same routine each time, she would arrive as an unknown guest and played some music for the guests who either dance or just socialized amongst each other. It would be the same dull conversations she’s overheard a thousand times. Then an applause once she finished playing, however, it did not last long as the host always had to announced that she was “purchased” for the evening from the orphanage in London. After that everyone’s entire demeanor would shift and act like she no longer exists.

At first it hurt Raven’s feelings but after a while she became desensitized to it. On the positive side, it meant she could pick out whatever food was leftover. Although at the Bennett’s manor she was acquainted with the staff and found them to be a friendly bunch. Wealthy parties served far better food than what slop was cooked at the orphanage. Onion soup was usually on the menu and that dish was on her “Most Hated Things” list.

The ride took her to the other side of the city, as they approached the manor, she could see there were several other carriages still lined up waiting to drop off guests. She didn’t have to wait long for her turn and the driver walked up to her side with an extended hand to help her out, “enjoy your evening miss.” Raven nodded her head out of politeness. Even though she was technically not a guest, she still had the small privilege of entering through the front door with everyone else. The brief window of time where she could blend in.

Even though she had been here a couple of times before entering through the front hall still made her feel like she was in a fairy tale. The room was tall and long, it looked bigger than the whole first floor of the orphanage. There was a grand staircase to the second floor on the right side. The Bennett’s recently have been installing electric lamps, though there were still plenty of candles scattered around the room. Only the wealthiest had the privilege of having such things. The orphanage still only used candlelight. Still standing near the front entrance the door attendant recognized Raven and quickly approached her to help take her jacket off. “Pleased to see you again miss. Looking lovely as always. Playing for the Bennett’s again this evening?”

Raven blushed a bit at the small complement. Usually, she’ll tell said person to piss off at such a remark, but Mr. Cooper was a nice man and was always so polite. “Hello Mr. Cooper, yes I am. Family doing alright I hope?”

“Ah good, yes, always enjoy hearing you play. Yes, miss they’re doing splendid, thank you.” He leaned in a bit closer to whisper in her ear, “the cooks have a Raspberry Cream for pudding set aside for us ‘servants’, if you like to get a plate later.” He winked at her and gestured his hand towards the formal parlor and dining room.

“Thank you, sir, I’ll remember that once I have finished playing,” she said with a smile.

She entered the dining area and before searching for one of the Bennetts, gazed at the room’s evening ambiance. There was a large and exceptionally long table against one side with an assortment of foods and desserts. It was decorated with several colorful bouquets, no doubt picked from the manor’s garden. Much like the front entrance, there were more electric lamps installed here, some had bright vibrant lampshades, with candles littered throughout the room. Though the electric lamps did look lovely there was something about candlelight that created a different feeling altogether. This room always sparkled each time she had been here. The guests were dressed in their finest evening gowns or suits. She was grateful that jobs like this always provided attire, as she would stick out like a sore thumb in her day clothes. The band, save for a pianist, was in the opposite corner of the room, they were playing soft melodies as the guests chatted. She continued to search for one of the Bennett’s to directed her on when to begin playing. Upon searching she caught the gaze of a young man who seemed to have been staring at her with half eyes longer than she cared for.

“Ah Ms. Fawlty?” She heard Lady Bennett’s voice from behind her. Oh, thank goodness, she thought turning to face her.

“Evening Lady Bennett” she greeted while taking a small courtesy. It was difficult to do too much movement with that damn corset on.

“No need for formalities young lady. Get to playing. You have a job to do and that is it,” she rudely instructed.

Raven squeezed her toes together against her shoes trying to show no reaction to such treatment. “Yes m’Lady,” and she continued to the piano bench.

The band stopped playing for a moment allowing her to gather the back of her dress as she sat down. “‘Ello lass,” whispered the violinist, Maeve, an Irish lady who always welcomed her to the group with open arms. Tonight, she looked lovely in a grey dress that was almost silver with her long red hair gathered up in a braided updo. The rest of the band also greeted her as she promptly looked over the music sheets of Mendelssohn’s song.

Lord Bennett stood in the center of the room addressing the party. “Ladies and gentlemen, hello and welcome to our lovely home. As you know we adore hosting these spring parties for everyone to take pleasure in. We appreciate you all for attending and without further ado… let the entertainment begin!” Everyone started clapping and directed their attention towards the band. She took a deep breath waiting for the composer’s signal in which he waved the baton in the air commanding them to started playing.

They performed for what felt like forever. All the guests joined in at some point to dance, others stood on the sides drinking and gossiping about current boring scandals, it always the same trash talk she overhears at these events. Some of the guests did take a noticed to her playing and could hear small compliments going around. She had been told before that she was a prodigy on the piano, of course, she didn’t believe most praises, plus they ceased to care once they found out she had no family name being an orphan.

Though she was playing for someone else’s gain, Raven loved music at the end of the day. It showed her she wasn’t completely useless and did have talent. A talent she hoped one day to use in making her place in this world.

The composer slowed everyone down giving a nod at Raven. She looked at Maeve for reassurance who she smiled back mouthing “go on.” As she took a deep breath the room became tranquil and motionless. Her delicate fingers began to dance gracefully over the ivory keys with each note resonating an enchanting melody that seemed to lace through the hall. Her mastery of the instrument was undeniable, as her passion poured into every cord and arpeggio. Her fingers danced and she began to sing. It sounded so pure and crystalline; each note she sang created a mesmerizing tapestry of sound. Her voice was a rare haunting beauty that seemed to touch the souls of the audience, leaving them breathless.

Breath, should I take a deep? Faith, should I take a leap? Taste, what a bittersweet All my, all my life Let me face, let me face, let me face my fears Oh, let me face, let me face, let me face my fears Won't be long, won't be long, I'm almost here Watch me cry all my tears Watch me cry all my tears…

The rest of the band joined in halfway through the song while everyone stood captivated by the perfect harmony between her voice and the piano. No one had heard anything like it before as it was a piece she wrote on her own thinking it was proper to have an original song. She kept a song journal and scribbled lyrics in it all the time. Once she finished playing the whole hall applauded, Raven stood from the piano bench and curtsied at the crowd. Lord Bennett went to stand right in front of her, so all eyes were on him instead.

“Yes, it was a good show from Miss... uhhh... well, I would have everyone know she was purchased tonight from Tilcott’s Orphan Girls’ School and Home for this evening. It’s a wonder that someone with no family name can have such talent! Now this concludes our party for the evening. Those who wish to stay a bit longer are welcome to do so. For those who are leaving, we bid you a good evening and thank you for coming.” The guests clapped again and carried on about their business.

He turned to face Raven, trying to hide her white knuckles behind her skirt, and towards the band, “You may help yourselves to supper in the kitchen area. Thank you all but your services are no longer needed for the evening.” Looking at Raven he added, “as for you, young lady, a carriage will arrive shortly to take you back to your… hmm well would you call it a ‘home’ since you have never had one? No matter...” with that Lord Bennett turned to join his guests.

Every bloody time, Raven thought slightly shaking her head. “Yes Lord Bennett...” she muttered quietly, “…bastard.”

“Eh more of an eejit if ye ask me,” Maeve whispered next to her putting her instrument away. Raven’s cheeks turned red thinking the wrong person heard her however let out a sigh of relief knowing it was her friend.

“How fair it at Ms Tit’s slum house?”

Raven let out a quiet laugh, “same ol’, same ol’… never a dull moment when it’s always dull.”

Raven couldn’t help but feel that unwanted eyes were on her once more and glanced around the large room until she caught the gaze of the same young man from earlier. He was with a couple other people, thought it seemed he was pretending to listen to them since he was entirely fixed on her. He was handsome, no doubt about that. Dark hair, green eyes and a dark suit, with what looked like sapphires for cufflinks, certainly not the same young man from her dreams. Clearly, he had or at least came from money, by how sharp he dressed. He gave her a small smile yet there was something about him that told her to stay away.

“Hello?” Maeve waved her hand in front of Raven’s face. “Anyone in there?”

Raven was snapped back into reality. “Oh apologizes, I was lost in my own thoughts momentarily.” Reverting to her usual habit of twisting her braid but unfortunately couldn’t because it was tied in a bun.

“Think none of it, love. I was just sayin’ that I reckon it’s about time ye be outta there?”

They were slowly making there way to the kitchens. “Yes, I’ll be sixteen at end of January, and I’ll finally be free from that place. It can’t come soon enough.”

As they entered the kitchens the staff greeted them both. In the couple years she had known her, she found Maeve was always so friendly with everyone and knew everyone. “Hiya there she is!”

“Yes, yes here I am and there ye all are! Now enough chit chat, where’s the grub and drinks?”

The staff already had some plates set aside for when the band finished playing. Even though they were the last ones in, there were still enough for everyone. The Bennett’s cooking staff always made delicious meals and tonight wasn’t any different. Mulligatawny Soup, a shredded chicken and veggie broth, and Curried Lobster with Rice as the main course. Some of the pastries were set aside for them as well. For dessert, just as Mr. Cooper had told her, Raspberry Cream for pudding. All the food was like it came straight from heaven.

“Fancy a spirit miss?” One of the staff offered her a small glass of sherry. Other than a few times her and Odette would steal from Ms. Tilcott’s private liquor stash, she only drank at jobs. “Yes, please,” taking the glass.

She didn’t really talk much while eating, mostly enjoyed everyone’s company and listened to their banter. It was quite loud in the kitchen area, like a local pub. To be honest, she was expecting one of the Bennett’s to burst in to tell them to quiet down. As snobbish and pretentious as they were, they never did. Perhaps they did not care at what their staff did if they did their job? Or perhaps it was simply with each drink they cared less and less. Either way, she still savored these moments, it was a glimpse to what being on the outside would be like.

Before the carriage arrived, she wanted to get some fresh air in the gardens. The Bennett’s Garden area was quite lovely at night, and with no clouds in the sky, which was rare, the full moon will be completely visible. Raven said her goodbyes with everyone before heading out.

“Would ye like me to come with ye?” asked Maeve.

“No thank you, I’ll be alright. It won’t be long,” she insisted.

Against Maeve’s better judgment, she trusted her to stay safe. “Hm, well alright lass. It was wonderful seein’ ye again love! Once you’re outta there, we need to get together and write some music for these rich sods to dance to!” Maeve laughed and gave Raven a big hug. “Ye got people waitin’ for ye love.”

“Thank you. I truly appreciate it.” With that she exited the kitchens. There were still some guests lingering, most had already gone for the night. There were quiet conversations here and there. Lady Bennett was with a couple other Ladies in a far corner, most likely going on about the latest gossip. These socialites have nothing better to do with their time than to slander others. Even with less cover from the lack of people around, it was still easy to walk through their home without anyone bothering her. Wearing this fancy dress made her blend in briefly, but once they knew about her non-existing home life, there’s always at least one person to stop her to give her a hard time.

Once outside, she took a deep breath and found the evening air to be lovely. It was much chillier now than during the day, of course, but she loved the cold as it didn’t bother her too much. No one was out here, however, there were still plenty of candles lit to illuminate the path. There were more electric lamps outside near the terrace as well. She wandered deeper into the gardens finding a small stone bench next to a fountain to sit. As she sat down, she then realized she may have eaten too much food as the corset felt tighter. Blasted corset, who the hell thought these damn things were a good idea, she cursed to herself. In her handbag she pulled out the song journal and began writing. After a few minutes she could sense like she was being watched. Pausing for a moment, she scanned the surrounding area. She wasn’t too far away from the house, so maybe some people came out into the garden as well and were near by. But it was quiet, save for the water running from the fountain and some crickets chirping.

Then the sounds of footsteps on the gravel were steadily growing louder. Panicked she quickly put her journal away but before she could stand up to make a run for it a gentle voice called out.

“Oh, excuse me miss, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Turning to her left she meet the same green eyes that had been staring at her all night.

“Apologizes. It’s not appropriate for someone like me to roam about the manor like this without an escort. I’ll be taking my leave now.” She stood up and he inched closer to her with both his hands up.

“No need for apologizes. There’s no harm done. I won’t say a word to my uncle.”

She paused, “you’re their nephew?”

He chuckled, “hard to believe? Yes, I only visit a couple times a year as I travel frequently. My name is Albert and I’m now starting to feel like I should have visited more.” He stared directly at her as he said that last part like he was attempting to see into her soul. Raven could feel her cheeks turn bright red, if it wasn’t for the makeup he probably would have noticed.

She cleared her throat, “yes well… visiting family is important.” Trying to deflect the conversation, it didn’t matter he was handsome her intuition was telling her to leave.

But Albert slowly got a little closer placing his hands in his coat pockets and gave her a small smile, “I wasn’t talking about my family rather I was referring to—”

She bit the inside of her mouth walking passed him. “One should, some of us will never know what that feels like. Now if you excuse me, my carriage should be here by now…” He started following her as she made her way down the path. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, along with goosebumps on her arms, which wasn’t caused by the chilly night air.

“Please wait!” He stepped in front of her blocking her path, “I am sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot. May we start over? I am Albert, and what would your name be?” Raven was scrutinizing him and found he did look rather embarrassed. Ok I’ll bite, maybe I am being a bit rude, she tried to rationalize.

“Raven…” she said with her guard still up.

He nodded, “Raven. What an exquisite name.” He looked down her arms spotting the goosebumps, “you must be freezing in that dress. Here take this please.” He took off his overcoat and waited permission from her. She glared at the gesture and decided against it.

“No thank you, I quite enjoy the cold. I really must be going now for I have lingered too long,” and continued walking.

He put back on his overcoat following her, “my you are in a rush. I’m sure my family can send for another one. Why don’t you stay awhile longer?” He pleaded.

Raven stopped turning to face him. He was quite tall, of course everyone was taller compared to her, however, height difference never stopped her before. “That’s a little forward don’t you think? As I said: I must be going. It was nice meeting you sir. Good. Night.”

The second she turned to continue walking he immediate grabbed her right arm holding it tightly, “and as I have said: they can send for another one. Now stay.”

She yanked back trying to break away from his grip while swinging her other fist at him as he dragged her back into a more secluded part of the garden. “Get your bloody hands off of me you git!” she ordered.

He ignored her and forcefully pushed her back against a stone wall with her arms pinned behind her. Where he brought her was much darker and isolated. They were surrounded by tall shrubberies and some trees with mostly only the moonlight to illuminate the area. He pressed his hand against her mouth to muffle her cries and whispered in her ear, “my uncle said he purchased you for the evening. What other services can you offer?”

Raven let out a frightened whimper and was frantic on what to do. Albert stared at her a moment, looking deep into her eyes. “Oh my, what a very intoxicating color, like poison.” he said in a low purring voice. Now she was pissed and could feel her blood begin to boil with rage.

He started to move his free hand all around her bodice. Even though she loathed corsets, she was grateful that it was keeping him from touching directly on her skin. That was until he slowly started gathering her skirt higher and higher and meanwhile was placing light kisses around her neck and collar bone. Her breathing quickened, and heart started to race faster. In that moment she wondered if she should let him do it and be done with it. He was part of a wealthy and respected family so it would be her word against his. No one would ever believe an orphan. But then she thought no, fuck that, this bastard clearly has done this before and got away with it. How many poor girls had to endure this abuse and could never speak about it? She was beginning to regret not having her friend join her.

As he continued, his hand subconsciously loosened around her mouth, so she immediately bit his hand as hard as she possible. It was bad enough when Ms. Tilcott was holding her down to discipline her for whatever her daily punishment was. It was another to be touched by another man like this when she had not been in love yet.

“Ow! Why you little bitch!” Suddenly her face felt white hot as he smacked her across the cheek. The same place she was smacked earlier that day. If her face wasn’t bruised before then it certainly would be now. She licked the blood from her lips catching a glimpse of his hand. She didn’t think she had bitten him with such force nevertheless didn’t matter, as Albert clearly deserved it. He took out a handkerchief and quickly wrapped his hand.

As he was distracted, she tried to escape but didn’t get far before he grabbed her once more and turned her around, so she was now facing the stone wall. He gathered both her wrists with his uninjured hand pinning them behind her back. Albert pulled her hair behind her left ear he said, “I was going to do this the easy way orphan and be delicate with you. But you just made a big fucking mistake.”

“Fuck you.” She barely managed to whisper from the lack of oxygen going to her lungs. He started to raise her skirt again and she closed her eyes. She wished he would be bound by the earth just enough for her to break free from his grip and make a run for it.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see him take his bow tie off with one hand keeping the other still gripped on her wrists. She closed her eyes waiting for him to restrain her. All the sudden, she could hear sounds of struggling behind her along with feeling the weight against her body become lighter. Turning around she couldn’t believe her eyes as Albert was wrestling a great number of vines and roots that were forcefully wrapping around his legs and body.

“What the fuck?!” He cried out, fighting as hard as he could.

Raven stood there, pulling her skirt back down, completely astonished to what was happening. Could this be another miracle? But how? She couldn’t think about that now. She stood there watching until he was completely bound. Some of the vines had also covered his mouth so his insults and cries were nothing but low muffles. From a distance she could hear her name being called out. It had to be the carriage. Before running back to the manor, she stood over Albert. He stopped talking as she got closer; he was now scared and shaking like a newborn puppy. She crouched down staring deep into his eyes and said in a low voice, “don’t you ever touch another woman again you dirty fucking weasel.” With that she stomped right on his genitals. He let out a cry of pain but could do nothing but lie there on his side.

Raven made haste returning to the manor trying to straighten her skirt out and wiping the blood from her mouth. Mr. Cooper was standing by the doorway calling her name, how long had the poor man been standing there? He finally saw her running towards the steps. “Ah miss! There you are! Your carriage is here to return you home— good lord are you alright miss?”

Damn, I must look a complete mess. No time to think about that now, she thought. “Yes sir, I’m fine I… uhh took a slight fall in the garden. Clumsy me. Apologizes for arriving late!” She was nearly out of breath with moving so quickly. He walked with her to the front entrance, thankfully there weren’t any guests lingering nearby. He looked at her skeptical to everything she said, he was most likely an expert from hearing all the white lies in his time as a father.

“Hmm this looks like more than a fall miss. Would you like to wash up first—”

“No thank you sir, I’ll wash up when I return to the orphanage.” All Raven knew was she had to get out of there before someone found Albert or before he broke free. What the hell was going to happen? She still didn’t know what just happened.

The driver was already standing by the door to help her inside the carriage. “Thank you, sir.” She turned to Mr. Cooper, “I do hope to see you again soon!” He waved goodbye to her as the carriage made its way down the driveway.

She did mean it. She had no clue will happen once word got out. It will be her word against his, and, again, no one will believe her. Not in the slightest. But the vines, the plants… they moved. All on their own. Raven had imagined, neigh wanted, that to happen seconds before and then it did happened. First it was the lock, then what felt like breathing underwater and now this? There simply had to be a rational explanation, however, she could not think of one.

It was like it was magic or something. But could she really do such things? Could she do… magic? No, not possible. There simply was no such thing as magic. Let’s suspend reality for a moment and pretend it does exist, then why now, she thought to herself. Could she do such things all this time? Hard to say. All she did know what she had to think of a plan if word got back to Ms. Tilcott and fast.

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Buck's Baby Deer

Buck has a daughter AU. You all love it. I know you do. Anyway her name is Calliope Buckley. And she's four years old. This takes place Post-Lawsuit(our favorite). Pretend the loft has two bedrooms, please. Jealous Eddie, of a male friend of Buck's who is flirty with everyone. So all in all, good fun. Might make a part two to this, but not immediately taking place after.

If you had told Buck that he would've ended up straining his relationship with the 118 more. He never would have officiated the lawsuit. Considered it, yes. He had a kid to think about.

Calliope Buckley. Buck's pride and joy. Truly, she was a sweet kid. She was smart, which she got from her mom, and had sass to her which came from Buck.

The swearing came from her staying up late without Buck knowing and watching what he was watching secretly. Rick and Morty is the favorite. Of course, she got grounded, but hey at least she never whines when she gets punished. Due to it happening often, and never being extreme punishments.

Also, she only does small things, like drawing on the wall. So then she can't have her crayons and markers for a week. Till she started with black pens, which artistically impressed Buck, and gave her stuff back.

Her mom? Well to put it simply, she didn't want kids. Well not yet. She didn't feel ready, but she told Buck because she knew how much he wanted his own family. She said she'd go through the pregnancy for him, but after that, they were done. Buck was heartbroken, but it was healed with a tiny baby with a birthmark running across their nose.

Reckless Buck had been mainly a ploy, yeah Abby had been a thing, and Ali had loved Calliope, but Calliope never liked the women that came. So after Taylor, he stopped dating.

Which, yeah probably got rid of free babysitter but he had Carla. Who swore to not tell anyone about Callie. That's how he ended up at the store that day. He needed to go buy kid snacks and nutritional values. And he picked up some cat stuff for his neighbor Caleb.

He had forgotten the 118 showed up there to get their supplies. It slipped his mind, especially with a hungry four-year-old wandering around inside because she saw Nemo flavored Oreos posters outside and couldn't help but run in to look for them. 

"Because you're exhausting! We all have our own problems but you don't see us whining about it. Somehow we just manage to suck it up." Eddie yelled at him, that he was exhausting. It made him freeze. For one, the guy he liked, maybe even loved, hated him. Two, his daughter was around and he didn't want her to hear this. Especially cause it was true. At least to Buck, it was. Caleb had been great at making sure he knew how much he mattered.

But sometimes no matter how hard you helped, the brain would hotwire itself to not listen. His ears were ringing. Breathing was shaky and suddenly something exploded behind them. They ran out. Callie.

He grabbed her, grabbed the cookies, paid, and got the hell out of there. When Mackey told him they won and that the fire department wanted to give him 5.6 million dollars. He refused. He already had money from Callie's mom. Who was stupid rich, and gave him extra money than he needed for child support. How did Bobby and Maddie not know about this? Well it was in the files that weren't allowed to be shown to everyone, and Maddie hadn't probed questions at him while she was with Doug.

Callie's grandparents(maternal) were godsends. When he was too busy to make a flight for Callie, they would come and visit from Michigan. Good ole Harold and Ellie. Old but sturdy. Kind yet honest. Heart driven, yet logical.

When he denied the settlement,  Chiefs Williams and Alfonso had called him in. Asking why he didn't take it. When he explained the lawsuit from his perspective, they told him they'd make Bobby let him back in. He agreed, only on the terms that no one got fired. He knew what Bobby did wasn't professional, but he didn't want the man to lose his job.

He had already given up on the idea of having his family back immediately. But that didn't matter. He needed money. He couldn't rely on others for it too much.

And he damn well wasn't going to get it from a settlement. He felt sick at the thought. So when he returned to work. He sucked up the way he was being treated.

Wasn't easy at first, but he'd been treated like this for most of his life. So he got used to it quickly. Callie was keeping him going, making sure to get up in the morning and to make food. For the both of them, because despite being young, Callie was an observant kid. Hen too, but she'd tried to keep the peace on both sides.

Guess the secret couldn't be kept any longer, as he was on a twelve-hour shift when Caleb called.

"Caleb?" He had been cleaning the kitchen counter. The 118 was dispersed everywhere throughout the station, but Eddie, Hen, Chim, and Bobby were in the dining area nearby.

Looking over, Eddie frowned his eyebrows. Who the hell was Caleb?

"Slow down-,... Shit. I'm on my way."  Buck hung up the call and sped walked to Bobby. "I'm so sorry Cap, but I need to leave. Family emergency."

"What? Maddie didn't call." Chim said confused. Buck just rolled his eyes and continued talking. Taking the others aback.

"No, not Maddie, but someone who is family to me needs help and I can't wait around. Besides I only have thirty minutes left."

Contemplating for a brief minute, Bobby gave him the go-ahead. Giving his boss thanks, he ran downstairs, grabbed his duffle, and ran out. Didn't even bother changing out.

"Who'd you think needed help? I didn't even know he had other friends outside of us." Hen's questioning made Eddie and Bobby think. Had Buck ever mentioned anyone he knew outside of work?

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Heading to the hospital had been teasingly slow. Buck didn't know what exactly happened, but his daughter was there and needed a cast.

When he got there, he saw Caleb's car in the front. Luckily there was a spot next to it so he just parked there. Running in, he saw Caleb pacing around the waiting room. This guy is the guardian angel of his daughter.

"Caleb! What the hell happened?" Buck asked running up to his new best friend. Eddie had been demoted recently, which hurt Buck more than when he admitted to himself that he was in love with the man. Wasn't that hard of a realization as Caleb was studying to be a therapist and became a free one for Buck. He was gonna be great for younger kids.

"I'm so sorry, we were at the park and she was climbing the monkey bars like usual but some kids ran underneath her. I think she freaked and let go. She broke her list when she landed. I'm so sorry, Buck." Pulling the smaller man into a hug, Buck thanked him.

"You, confident Caleb, is worried? Relax, you did the right thing. Nothing worse happened so she's going to be okay. She's a tough nut to crack remember?"

"Yeah, she didn't fuss except when we were driving on our way to the hospital. Pulled out my phone to call you but she told me not to because it, 'Wasn't a big deal.'" Yup, his daughter all right. At that moment, the doctor came out.

"Family of Calliope Buckley." Both of the men walked up to her. "She's a brave and happy girl. She insisted on a cast with monster trucks on it." Chuckling softly, Buck just imagined his baby girl talking to the doctor casually as they were adjusting her broken wrist to fit into the cast.

"Yeah, that- that's Callie. My little warrior." Smiling at Buck the doctor extended out a hand. "I'm Callie's father by the way. Caleb is her godfather." The doctor smiled and read over her clipboard telling them what kind of pain meds she would need. Caleb, however, wasn't exactly listening. Godfather. Holy shit.

After the doctor told them she could have one of them go in, he gave Buck the go-ahead. They'd talk later, right now his friend needed to see his goddaughter. Damn, that feels good to say.

After a few minutes of waiting, the Buckleys walked out and Buck handed Callie off to Caleb to go check out. Walking out with the kid towards their cars he swung her around a bit, placed her on top of his hood, and just let her play games on his phone. She was good at Clash of Clans for a six-year-old.

When Buck walked out of the hospital, Caleb saw him look around to check for cars and when he turned right he froze. Then speed walked toward his daughter and best friend. Still half watching Callie, Caleb put her in the back seat of Bucks jeep.

"What happened?" He asked with Callies door still open. Her seat was always right behind Bucks. She liked being a tailgunner for some reason.

"The 118s here." Not wanting to look suspicious, Caleb pulled Buck into a hug with his eyes closed. Then when he opened his eyes as he was about to let go, he locked eyes with one of them. A relatively smaller guy who had brown hair and tanned skin. He looked confused. Mad? Who knows, but it wasn't happy.

"We'll talk about it later. Right now, this little fighter needs an ice cream." Callie shot out of her seat and yelled out.

"Fuck yeah!" Throwing their heads back, slightly looking around for parents who thought they were better, Caleb and Buck laughed at the six-year-old. Shaking his head, Caleb shriveled her hair and practiced his handshake with Buck. Then went into his pickup and drove off. Buck settled Callie down and told her to sit down. She did so immediately, already deciding what three flavors she could mix up conveniently.

Closing her door, Buck opened his door and drove off to the small ice cream business near his apartment to get their usuals for him and his small family. Meanwhile, the 118, specifically Eddie, watched him drive away.

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Watching Buck drive away with a kid was strange. Watching Buck with another man and kid, was even more strange. Was that Caleb? And who the hell was that kid Buck had in the back seat? After that, he decided to confront Buck about it next shift but then realized that Buck wouldn't be at work for another three days.

When he came to work the next morning, he noticed the small tension because no one could ask about what the hell they saw yesterday at the hospital parking lot. So they waited. And when the time came, Bobby said they were gonna have Bosko take over for Buck.

"He's on paid family leave." He explained but wouldn't go into detail.

"Why?" Eddie asked. Maddie wasn't hurt, or Chimney would be gone as well.

"Can't say. He told me not to. Leave it at that." For some reason, Bobby looked apprehensive. Which made Eddie more frustrated. He'd already dropped the street fighting. He didn't want to see Lena right now. So that's how he somehow found himself sitting in his car. In front of Buck's apartment building.

He hadn't decided if he wanted to go in, yet he was sitting out here like a stalker. In the end, he walked into the elevator and walked towards Buck's apartment. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

After what felt like the longest minutes, Eddie heard the door unlocking. His heart beating in his chest, preparing to face whatever was behind that door. Then it opened. It wasn't Buck opening the door no. But a guy slightly taller than Eddie, with darker skin, side shaves, and braids that went over the top of his head. He had muscle and yet looked so meek. Slight stubble and a scar on his right eyebrow.

"Can I help you hermoso?" His accent seemed Dominican. Shook, Eddie froze, till he heard a familiar voice.

"Eddie?" Behind the beautiful man blocking Eddie, was Buck. In a hoodie with basketball shorts and sneakers. The hoodie was not baggy, as it clung to Bucks biceps making it look like it was about to rip. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I thought you were alone."

"Daddy? Who's that?" A little girl behind both of the men walked out of the hall from the spare room. Okay, what the fuck? Eddie thought as he stumbled slightly and opted to leave. Buck followed him down the hall closing the door, leaving Caleb to distract Callie.

"Eddie! Eddie! You can't just show up, a-and not explain why you're here randomly at 3 p.m.." Buck said after pulling Eddie to a stop with a firm hand on the shoulder. Eddie spun around breathing rapidly.

"Me? Me not explain!? You have a kid that none of us know about!"

"Why does it matter?! You've done a really good job at pretending I'm not there at work." Not wanting a repeat of the grocery store, Buck left to go inside and left Eddie frozen in the apartment complex hallway. Unconsciously doing the same thing the older man had done to him.

Finding his way, Eddie headed home to his son. Who was playing online with his friends, so it gave Eddie an excuse to lie down on his bed. Staring up at his ceiling, Eddie contemplates back. To when he first met Buck. Then to the fire truck bombing and the backyard incident at Athena and Bobby's place. It had scared him so much that he had initially agreed with the idea of Buck staying away from the 118. Hell, the whole fire department.

But when he filed that stupid lawsuit, it hurt worse to have Buck out of reach. Then he came back. And Eddie did not want to talk to him. Despite his heart longing to and making it break every time he snarked at anything Buck said or did in his general vicinity. He was angry at Buck but hated himself for being angry at Buck. The street fighting had started as a good outlet to let out the anger. But it went too far, and he blamed Buck for not being there when he needed someone to bail him out.

Now it turns out he has a family. A daughter, he had said he'd be better at raising girls than boys, and a man who looked like the perfect,... husband? Buck never talked about sexuality. Sexual innuendos yeah, but anything else no. But that didn't make sense because he had dated a woman while working at the 118. Unless it was recent. Then that Caleb guy was most likely his boyfriend.

That absolutely didn't sting.

Eddie was his best friend and yet he didn't know Buck's sexuality. Except,.. they hadn't acted like best friends had they? They(Eddie) haven't talked about the lawsuit properly and how it affected everyone(them).

Thinking back to the little girl at the apartment, Eddie couldn't help the small fond look that formed on his face. She was definitely Buck's. Seeing as the blonde curly hair and birthmark over the nose didn't give it away, she had the specific head tilt and eyebrow raise Buck had when he asked questions before going down a rabbit hole of information.

The fond expression quickly vanished as he remembered her arm. She had a cast on. That explained Buck's Paid Family Leave. Eddie could agree with Buck on this one, kids come first.

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After the Eddie pop-up two weeks ago, came Hen and Karen. Caleb was babysitting his goddaughter when knocking from Buck's apartment three doors down was heard. Repeated knocking. Sighing, Caleb threw the hand towel he was using to wipe down the island of his kitchen over his shoulder and told Callie to stay in her playroom.

Peeking out into the hallway, Caleb saw two black women waiting in front of Buck's door. His Bob Marley Vinyl could be heard from outside, so it drew their attention.

"He's not home. He'll be back in thirty minutes." They nodded and looked back at the door. Then he walked up to him.

"Hey there, I'm Hen. This is my wife Karen." Hen greeted shaking Caleb's hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Always glad to meet beautiful faces, I'm Caleb by the way. I'm Bucks best friend." Hen and Karen gained shocked looks at different things. They gave each other a look that Caleb couldn't describe and thanked him while walking down to the lobby of that floor.

Caleb could've sworn he heard, 'Eddie's not gonna like this.', but who cares. Callie wanted Neapolitan, and she was gonna have it goddammit. After thirty-five minutes, Caleb counted, Buck opened the door and joined them for ice cream.

After they finished, they stood up and got ready to relax in their apartments separately. When Callie went in she bolted towards her room to catch up on homework she had procrastinated on accident. She had a bad memory and would forget about when to do things.

"Oh yeah, these women came by earlier. They said they were Hen and Karen?" Buck's eye widened. Then his eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought.

"They're friends through work. Why'd they come here?"

"Not sure, but they weren't happy about me saying I was your best friend. They said Eddie wouldn't be happy." Weird, they said goodbye and continued their normal weekend routine like normal. With Buck being off work for a bit and Caleb off at his work as a mechanic for big trucks, Buck decided to take Callie to the mall. She loved Hot Topic, especially with all the new pins and Bluey merch Buck told her they got.

He wanted the anime and Coraline merch they had. When they got there, they quickly went to Barnes & Noble for a gift card for Caleb's birthday and to look for Vinyls that they wanted. They ended up getting one from Bob Marley and a CD from multiple oldies artists. Callie had gotten a CD player for her birthday a few weeks back so it was perfect timing.

Though she did like her dad's music, she wanted her favorites that she had heard from Buck's Spotify and put on a special playlist for her. Heading to Hot Topic, they browsed the store together. They found some cool earrings that were based on space that Callie liked. So Buck got the punk leather bracelet pack to get another piece of jewelry for half off.

Once leaving the store, they went to the food court and ordered a pizza for the two of them. Pepperoni on one half and sausage and olives on the other. Buck got his pizza whilst Callie ate her olives individually before eating the slices. A habit that she developed from when she was a baby. Olives were always eaten separately.

After they were finished, they put the tray on the stand above the trash can and then left to go back home. Getting boba on the way though. Callie claimed that her stomach needed some liquid to calm the food in her stomach.

They got out of the car, ordered, and sat at the tables outside to enjoy the warm sun cascading down. This made everything worth it to Buck, all it was missing was,... well.

"Buck?" Hearing that voice in particular made his heart beat fast. Whether from fear or feelings. Either way, he didn't want to deal with this. "And little girl."

"Who you calling little?"

"H-Hey now, Callie, remember what I told you?" Sighing, the sassy child responded.

"'Not to speak disrespectfully to anyone you don't know.' She had used a deeper voice to repeat her father's words. "I know, I'll try to be better."

"I know." Buck's gentle reply did something to Eddie that he wasn't ready to admit yet. Turning back to Eddie, Buck asked him why he was there.

"I came to pick up and order Chim did online for us. Didn't know you'd be here, I swear." Buck just said it was fine and to ignore it. But Eddie couldn't. He went inside, grabbed the five drinks, and walked back to his truck. He placed the drinks in the passenger seat momentarily before walking back to the father-daughter duo. "Look, I know you probably don't want to talk to me after what happened at your apartment, but I need to get something off my chest."

"Is it about that overused grey shirt that's probably been through more flannels than you have relationships?"

"Callie."

"I said I'd try to be better."

Dang, Callie had some attitude. It was oddly loveable. Hearing Buck sigh and seeing him get up gave Eddie the go-ahead to speak.

"You were right. I wasn't there for you after the truck ladder. I didn't try to understand the lawsuit or your side of the story. Hell, I did the opposite and indulged in street fighting." A look from Buck made him feel smaller than he already was. "I stopped, don't worry. Anyway,... I messed up. We all did. But especially me. I promised I'd have your back and I didn't. And I swear that right here right now, if you're willing to let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it. Calling you exhausting was the worst thing I could have done. Especially because it's not true, you've helped me out a lot with Christopher. And you were taking care of your daughter to add to everything else! I'm not asking for forgiveness but I am offering it to you. And even if you don't want to, I want you and Christopher to be able to hang out again. I want Christopher and your daughter to properly meet and for your boyfriend-"

"Boyfriend? Caleb's my best friend, not boyfriend." Oh. That hurt a little less than Eddie thought it would.

"Oh, well, good to know. And for you. Buck, you deserve someone who will be there for you. Platonic or not. Assuming that Maddie doesn't know yet, I won't say anything to the others about her." With that, Eddie began to walk off. Till a hand got placed on his shoulder.

"I don't forgive you yet. But I'd like to try." Letting out a sigh of relief, Eddie nodded and drove off. Quickly wiping his tears before getting out of his truck and walking inside Bobby and Athena's house. It was a start.

If he wanted his friend back, he'd have to work for it. He'd die for Buck. He'd make that clear.

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The day after the boba apology, Buck had considered introducing Callie to the 118. Only his close friends. With Caleb there for support. And to officially introduce him as the godfather to Callie. He didn't want to make anything official yet though. He wanted to get her opinion first.

"Okay." Easier than he thought.

"You sure kiddo? You've only heard stories about them." Calliope was mature for her age, but she was still a kid. He didn't want to force her into something that would make her uncomfortable.

"I mean, I'm not happy it took this long. Especially if I can have friends after school." Buck hadn't let her have friends come over from her school. The only reason was he didn't want his parents being bitchy or weird towards him and Carla about why he didn't stay home. Or why the mom wasn't around. "But Pops told me that sometimes people take time to adjust to changes. Like how I had to get used to wearing normal shoes and not light-ups all the time."

Buck didn't think he deserved her, but Caleb and Carla had reinforced multiple times that they weren't one without the other.

"Alright. I'll tell them to come over tomorrow. Is that fine?" With a small head nod, he shot a text to the group chat and one separate to Eddie. Saying to bring Chris to keep Callie comfortable. He then went over to Caleb's with Callie and spent the afternoon there.

After sending the text messages, ten minutes later Buck's phone started going off. With responses to the invitation to his apartment. They all had accepted.

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118🚒

Hen:

Sure, got nothing going on

Tried swinging by earlier and you weren't there

Chim:

Down to go, wanna bring Maddie

 Is that okay?

Buck: 

Yeah that's fine

Bobby: 

I'll be there, Athena will be too

Hen:

Karen will be working so I'm flying solo tmr

Eddie:

I'll be there

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Eddie

Hey thanks for the invite, Chris will be there too

Good to know, I was thinking of making pasta or ordering

Just order pizzas, we'll be fine

Alright, see you tmr

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A few minutes after the pizzas arrived, so did their visitors. Callie claimed that she had to make a good impression on Athena. So Buck styled her hair in Dutch braids and put on her best green shoes paired with her black overalls and striped yellow shirt.

She set out a LEGO box of Hogwarts on the coffee table for her and Chris to build together while the adults talked. When knocking was heard at the door, Callie and Buck got ready to receive them. All of them arrived near the same time so they decided to walk in together.

Taking a deep breath, Buck opened the door and smiled at them. However, their attention was quickly drawn to a young girl's voice yelling.

"Surprise bitches!" Callie was doing a dramatic pose whilst wearing sunglasses that Buck had bought a while back. They looked comically huge but somehow they went with the outfit. As they walked in, they all had shocked faces. Except Bobby, Athena, and Eddie. Caleb was still in his place fixing something with his sink.

"Guys, meet Calliope Buckley. My daughter of six years old." Maddie looked distraught yet enamored. Hen looked like she wanted to kill Buck but hugged the hell out of Callie. Chris was shaking with excitement. Chim was looking between father and daughter. Probably making comparisons in his head. Athena was smiling with a fond look in her eyes.

Bobby had probably told Athena about her already, which was fine, but the look Bobby had was heartwarming. Eddie had a small smile on his face and glanced at Buck.

"What?" Maddie asked looking to Buck for answers. But before he could answer, Callie began chatting with Chris.

"Hi, I'm Callie."

"I'm Chris."

"Wanna build a LEGO Hogwarts?"

"YEAH!"

As the kids walked away and sat at the coffee table, Buck led the adults away as best he could from the kids.

"Questions and theories, I know. But right now, have some pizza." So they did, and while they were serving, Caleb walked in.

"Hey lovely's. How's it going?"

"About to explain." They all looked at him to continue and not leave them on edge. Breathing in a sigh, he started talking. "A few years back, I met a girl. She was sweet and cool and I thought we had something special. Then, she got pregnant and she explained to me that she didn't want kids. I respected it and decided to break it off. She had Callie because she knew how much I wanted kids. I was a teen dad by technicality. Callie's grandparents took care of her while I lived with my mom and dad. After I got my job here, I was able to have her move in with me." Waiting for it to register in their heads, he silently let them ask questions. Then Chim raised his head.

"So, who's mom?"

"Penelope Smith. She has a master's in medicine and is a practitioner for athletes specifically. She sends me money when she can. Doesn't mean I don't have to work though."

"Grandparents are sweet. They come to visit from Michigan when they can." At Maddie's eyebrow raised Buck explained further.

"After having Callie, they moved to Michigan for Pen's college and to raise Callie in a more communal area. Meanwhile, I went off to travel. Mainly to get my parents off my ass. I didn't want to at first but Harold and Ellie told me to go for it."

"Nah, Harold practically dragged you into that Jeep." Laughing at the memory the 118 smiled at the pair. Eddie too, his was just dimmed slightly.

Running into the kitchen, Callie looked up at Buck.

"Can we get our slices? Me and Chris want to multitask." Earning smiles from everyone in the kitchen, Buck got four slices and put two on each plate. He turned around and sighed at his family.

"Who's hungry?"

[underworld-park-offical]

GREGORY: Ugh

GREGORY: That one girls hair looked so ugly

GREGORY: It didn't match her clothes at all

GREGORY: I can just tell  she’s related to Craig_The_Real_Tucker

ESTELLA: Gregory!! Do NOT be rude!

GREGORY: What!?! I’m just saying!

ESTELLA: They are just children!

GREGORY: So? Children can be ugly as fuck, too!

ESTELLA: Gregory. Don’t make me do the count

GREGORY: Yes, ma'am...

ESTELLA: Well, we cannot discuss anything until Phillip, Tweek and Thomas are back

GREGORY: Ugh, seriously?

ESTELLA: You know our "nobody left behind policy", Gregory!

GREGORY: So what are we supposed  to do?

ESTELLA: I suppose we shall have to wait

GREGORY: Hell no

ESTELLA: Language, Gregory!

GREGORY: I’m looking around for something to do

GREGORY: Ugh, there's a drawer full of Supreme hoodies

GREGORY: No way in the seven layers of hell will I ever put these disgraces of fashion on him

ESTELLA: Language!

GREGORY: Hell  isn't a curse word, Madame Estella

ESTELLA: It very much so is

GREGORY: This is still not going on him, no matter your insistence.

ESTELLA: He needs warmth Gregory

GREGORY: There's always the option of burning these.

ESTELLA: Quit it!

GREGORY: (scoff)

GREGORY: It doesn’t even suit him well in this lighting anyway

GREGORY: The white barely complements anything

ESTELLA: Young man, i mean it

ESTELLA: Knock. It. Off.

GREGORY: Alright, I suppose no more nitpicking for me…

GREGORY: This will unfortunately have to do…

ESTELLA: While we’re here we may as well close this portal up

GREGORY: Why??

ESTELLA: So no other demons wander and get hurt, of course!

GREGORY: Oh you and your safety

ESTELLA: I don't want the parents of these implings to start worrying if their child goes missing!

ESTELLA: Would you mind giving me a hand?

ESTELLA: I can’t exactly do this type of magic by myself

GREGORY: No!

ESTELLA: Gregory, I'm not asking you, I'm telling  you!

GREGORY: I’M NOT DOING JACK SHIT I JUST GOT MY NAILS DONE!!!

ESTELLA: LANGUAGE!!!!

ESTELLA: WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE GROUNDED TOO?!?! GREGORY: WE ARE THE SAME AGE YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY OVER ME

ESTELLA: OH YES I DO!! DON’T THINK I WON'T GO THROUGH YOUR INSTAGRAM DRAFTS

GREGORY: YOU WOULDN’T ESTELLA: I VERY MUCH SO WOULD. GREGORY: UGH! FINE! I'LL HELP!!

GREGORY: BUT I AM NOT STANDING!

ESTELLA: Thank you!

GREGORY: (scoff)

GREGORY: (eyeroll)

GREGORY: …?

GREGORY: Oh ho ho! NOW we’re talking!

ESTELLA: Gregory, what are you giggling about?

GREGORY: Ohhhh nothing~

ESTELLA: If you so much as BREATHE on that lap top young man, the last thing that you will be seeing is my sandal

GREGORY: I never said I was going to touch it!

ESTELLA: Well I can tell you were! No electronics until you help me fix this!

GREGORY: Yes ma’am…

ESTELLA: Although…. I suppose you have  been very good up until now…

ESTELLA: If you say that you’re sorry for the way that you acted, I allow you to go on the computer until I need you

ESTELLA: But you HAVE to mean it!

ESTELLA: No sarcasm!

GREGORY: Right, right,

GREGORY: I want to apologize to you for what I did, it was VERY wrong and I am VERY sorry

GREGORY: I just would like to move on and lead a normal life, you know?

GREGORY: Get a job, a husband, and change my ways.

GREGORY: I hope this apology impresses you, even though you made me do it and I don’t actually mean it.

ESTELLA: You mean you do mean it?

GREGORY: I mean i do mean it

ESTELLA: Hmmm…..

ESTELLA: I suppose that will do

ESTELLA: Go on, then,

ESTELLA: I'll let you know when you're needed

ESTELLA: Do not give me sass when I need you, either, or else you won't have ANY computer time!

GREGORY: Hooray! Thank you, Estella!

GREGORY: Time to scroll through Instagram reels and hate myself!

(Images edited by @pissblanket)

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MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK

Season 3 Epilogue - All I Wanted

tags: @ironprincessstranger @johnmurphys-sass @dusstory @americaarse @astrobees @mayasaurus--rex @woowwweee // finale // masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Livia Yersova

Word Count: 5,052

Summary: Speaking from the heart, a good man is laid to rest and good friends are reunited. Plans for the future are scribbled on a new napkin and everything seems like it’ll be okay.

It took a few days for everything to be ready for Father Lantom’s funeral. Leading up to that, everything felt heavy. You had a few meetings at the bureau to discuss your future with the agency, your involvement with the case against Fisk, and the charges being brought against Dex. You were updated on his condition, to which you had to give final consent for the experimental treatment he wanted given you were the only emergency contact he had left, and they asked you to fill the gaps in the timeline. But you couldn’t give much without putting your own secret out so you lied, as usual.

You spoke of getting out of your contract, hoping it would be just cause to release you from obligation. The caveat to that was your involvement in the case against Billy for the assaults against you and Dinah. Instead, you agreed to an extended paid leave. 

The only thing left was to update your friends on what you would do from there. After Father Lantom’s funeral, of course.

You and Matt walked together, neither saying much besides some small talk. He was dragging with the weight of the coming event but also there was a lightness to him. To finally be rid of the internal battle between himself and the Devil, he was truly Matt Murdock again. He felt like the man you fell in love with, the man you knew in college that made you feel alive. And it made you happy to know he was back.

But there was also uncertainty. You could feel the hesitation in his touch when he took your arm, the pauses between his words drew longer with each sentence. He didn’t know where you two stood with each other and truthfully, neither did you.

“You need to talk to her.” You said gently as you two entered the church with you offering sad smiles to the nuns you passed who nodded in your direction.

“Who?” Matt asked after a deep breath to steady himself.

You knew entering that building was tough for you, the memory of that night clawing to the surface of your brain, but for Matt.. You could only assume it was that much worse.

“Sister Maggie…” You answered quietly as you continued to lead him downstairs.

“I don’t even know what I'd say to her.”

You shrugged a shoulder but noticed he wasn’t resisting your lead.

“You usually figure it out.”

He chuckled slightly but said nothing while you two descended the stairs to his previous dwelling. Sister Maggie was already there, a chilled sadness filling the space around her. You offered a gentle smile and she returned the gesture.

Everything was quiet for a few moments before you nudged Matt with your elbow. He sighed before he finally spoke.

“Last time we spoke, I confronted Father Lantom.” He began and you pulled your arm away gently to fold them behind your back. “I was angry.. I’d change that if I could.”

“If God allowed that, there’d be no future.” Maggie answered. “Just people endlessly rewriting the past.”

“There’s a few things I’d like to rewrite.” You muttered with a small raise of your brows and you felt Matt give a gentle pat to your arm. “Then again… I probably wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“Yeah, I think he was trying to tell me that for a long time… His last words were ‘Forgive us.’ .”

“Do you?” You put a hand on his arm and his hand instantly came up to cover yours. “Or do you think you could, at some point?”

An awkward silence filled the space between you all and Maggie offered you a look that portrayed that Matt’s response was what she expected.

“He told me something, years ago, when this happened-“ He used his other hand to gesture to his glasses and you noticed he hadn’t taken the hand off yours, nor did he take your hand off him. “-that I never forgot.”

“See, I was pretty angry at God and bitter towards his world.” Matt continued and you nodded in agreement. You’d been mad at God on your own plenty of times growing up. You took your hand off Matt’s arm as he continued talking and moved to his other side, where his fingers found a way to hook around yours again. “How could a loving God blind me? Why?”

That reminded you of your own challenges against the alleged loving man in the clouds.

“Anyway, he told me God’s plan is like a beautiful tapestry. And the tragedy of being human is that we only get to see it from the back.”

“The frayed and messy stitches, muddled colors.” You added, drawing both of their attention. “He told me the same thing once, out on that bench after Midland. Said we only get to see a piece of it and it’s not even the best part.”

Matt smiled slightly at you and you weren’t sure if it was because Lantom had shared the same advice with you that he had shared with a younger him or if it was because you remembered it. 

“Yeah, exactly.” He nodded before returning to his point. “And I’ve been thinking about that a lot recently because I realized I’ve made some bad choices and hurt people I love without meaning to.”

His fingers squeezed yours and you smiled softly before leaning against his arm.

“You don’t always know when you start down a false path.” Maggie offered gently.

“No, you don’t, and that’s my point.” Matt agreed. “I realized that if my life had turned out any differently, I would never have become Daredevil…”

“Sounds remarkably familiar.” You teased with a small smile.

“But I think your point was about your other vigilante potential boyfriend.” Matt answered with the same tone and you had to laugh.

“It was really about the fact that I might not have wound up here with you if my life had been different.” You corrected.

“Yeah, okay.” He smiled with a nod. “Anyways, even though people have died on our watch, people who shouldn’t have, there are countless others that have lived… So maybe it is all part of God’s plan. Maybe my life has been exactly as it had to be.”

“You have a generous heart, Matthew.” Maggie said softly, despite being near tears. “To see good in so much pain.”

“Not always… In fact, Father Lantom used to help me with that. Help me see the error in my ways.”

“And there’s been plenty.” You joked, earning a small laugh from them both. “Father Lantom really was good at that, even got through to me a couple times.”

“And you’re worse than me.” Matt added with a small smile, which got him a small smack to his arm. “But y’know.. I could use someone else to help me with that now.” He turned back to Maggie.

“Isn’t that what she’s for?” She nodded to you.

“I’m not exactly the most calibrated moral compass.” You confessed. “Regardless of me and my impact, he needs you.”

“I am a nun after all, Matthew.” She smiled at him. “Helping is what I was called to do.”

He turned towards the sun and took a deep breath, letting go of a lot of tension on the exhale. You saw his eyes close behind his glasses and you smiled to yourself. That was the moment he needed, to have time - even just a second - to relax and find his stability. 

“Alivia.” Maggie spoke gently, though you were so lost in your thoughts it made you jump. “I was hoping you could speak at the funeral as well.”

“Me?” Your brows raised as Matt turned to you. “I don’t think-“

“I think you should.” Matt spoke gently. “He was there for you when I wasn’t and I think he’d want you to.”

“I don’t have anything prepared.” You tried to reason.

“Just speak from your heart.” Maggie countered calmly. “I know you can string together something lovely.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “It’d be an honor.”

She smiled softly before patting you both on the arm on her way up the stairs. You gave Matt’s hand a small tug and tried to follow her up, but he pulled you back to him. 

“You okay?” You asked carefully.

“I just..” He said, thumb running along your knuckles. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Is it something that can wait a little while?” You tried. “There’s a bunch of people upstairs for the funeral.”

“I just want to know-“

“Matt.”

“-if you and I are-“

“Matt.”

“-gonna be back to-“

“Matthew.”

“What?”

“Stop.” You laughed slightly and put your hands on both of his shoulders. “As of this moment, I don’t know because I’m not worried about figuring all this out. I will be more than happy to talk to you about everything later. Okay?”

He nodded with a small smile before he offered you his arm. You two walked up in awkward silence and took your seats beside your friends. Foggy reached across to give your hand a small squeeze and Karen patted your arm. You gave them a nod in response.

The room was full of grief but also love. Everyone in that room had been impacted by Father Lantom in some way, whether it be directly or indirectly. And everyone came to show that he was appreciated. It even made your own chest warm to feel.

You walked with Matt to the podium and he offered to speak first. You joked for him not to make it too good of a speech because you’ll have to follow it and he chuckled quietly. You noticed he had leaned in, as if to kiss your forehead as he usually would, but he stopped himself.

He shifted awkwardly at the podium and you could tell he was struggling to find the will to start.

You sighed to yourself and moved to stand beside him. You put a hand on his back and he turned to face you for a moment.

“You’re okay.” You said quietly and his hand landed on your hip for a moment. He nodded quickly and then faced the crowd again.

“It feels like half of Hell’s Kitchen is here today to say goodbye to Father Paul Lantom…” He began, his voice as strong and calm as it could be. You smiled to yourself and were really hit with a reminder of why you fell for him. “Seems fair. He certainly welcomed everyone here, Catholic or not. And he expected those of us that were to look for ways to do good in our community. Not even the kids got out of that requirement.. I’m sure I’m not the only one who remembers his suggestion that we give some of our First Communion money to the poor box.”

A small chuckle came from the crowd.

“And that was his way.” He continued. “To think of the community and the individuals in it. To think in terms of ‘What can I give?’ . He gave his life, right here in this church, protecting others. Standing up to a man who used fear as a tool to set neighbors against one another. If Father Lantom had an enemy, I would say it was fear.

“For me personally, he spent many years trying to get me to face my own fears. To understand how they enslaved me, how they divided me from the people that I love.”

You knew eyes were falling on you with that line but yours were on Matt. As if that was something out of the ordinary. You were always captivated when he spoke, especially when he spoke about something that mattered to him.

“He counseled me to transcend my fears, to be brave enough to forgive and see the possibilities of being a man without fear. That was his legacy. And now it’s up to all of us to live up to it.”

He gave a small nod before stepping aside and gesturing for you to take his spot. You said a quiet thanks and he stepped behind you to stand where you previously were.

“Matt touched on how Father Lantom welcomed everyone, regardless of their faith.” You began, glancing over the crowd and seeing so many expectant expressions. “Personally, I wouldn’t call myself a Catholic, or even a Christian… But that didn’t stop him from sitting on that bench with me out front, almost every morning for a long time. That didn’t mean he offered any less honest sentiment or empathy than he would’ve him.” You gestured to Matt.

“When I would sit out there, I was at one of the lowest parts of my adult life. I had lost so much and I felt like I had lost part of myself. But he was patient.. And he was kind.. And he reminded me that I had lived through tribulations before and that I had survived. He refused to let me stay down and he would challenge me to get up, to live according to what I had already proven possible for myself. 

“See, Father Lantom never left you to feel it alone, whether it be on that bench or in the confessional or in those pews. If you were sad, so was he but he was trying to cheer you up. If you were angry, so was he but he was trying to find reason in the other person’s actions. If you were afraid… Well fear was the one thing Father Lantom didn’t let you feel. Like Matt said, he challenged us all to overcome fear. To be brave, for whoever may be looking up to you.

“The talks on that bench were some of the most important conversations I can think of. And I know that he’s up there-“ You pointed to the sky for a moment. “-listening to this and wondering what point I’m trying to make… To be honest, I’m not quite sure myself. I think I just…”

You took a deep breath and felt a tear fall down your cheek. You took a step back and turned away, using the back of your hand to clear it away. Matt’s hands found your arms almost instantly and he offered quiet consolation. You nodded that you were okay and stepped back to the podium, though his hand remained at your lower back.

“At the end of the day.” You began again and noticed Foggy giving you a small thumbs up. When you met his eyes, he mouthed ‘You’re doing great’ and it made you smile. “Father Lantom has left a mark on each and every one of us. And even now, he’ll be watching out for us. So I say we all be someone he can be proud of.”

After the ceremony, a few of the older women that you had met in your prior trips to the church came up to you. They hugged you tightly and some were still crying. They thanked you for your speech and said you were so eloquent with your words. Some of them hinted about you and Matt and you laughed when they wiggled their brows, saying he was such a handsome and sweet man. Glancing around and finding him talking to Karen, you had to agree. You politely excused yourself when they started talking about you two getting married and went over towards Matt.

“We’re all just trying to do more good than harm. I’d say you’re ahead on that score.” Matt told Karen, who offered you a small smile.

“I feel like I’ve missed something.” You stated honestly.

“I told Matt about Wesley… And my brother.” Karen explained hesitantly.

“I don’t think I knew you had a brother..” Your brows furrowed as you thought back. “Fill me in later? If you want to.. I’ll be back.”

“Livia?” Matt reached for your hand.

“Hmm?”

“We still need to talk.”

“I know. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

“Yet? What does that mean?”

You kept moving towards Foggy and Marci, whose conversation was turning towards the end of Foggy’s DA campaign and potentially the end of his career at his big time firm.

“Uh oh.” You said as you got to your friend’s side. “That’s the ‘I have a terrible idea’ look.”

“Also known as the ‘I'm going to sink my DA campaign.’ look…” Marci sighed before she turned to you. “Any chance you’ve come to convince him otherwise?”

“I think you’ll like where we go from here.” You nodded. “Trust me, I’ve never let him down before… Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Foggy sighed and walked with you towards Tower’s media area.

“Mr. Tower.” You called, drawing all the camera’s attention to you and Foggy. “I appreciate you taking this matter seriously. Good agents were lost. Thank you for ensuring they get justice.”

He nodded in response, his attention then turning to Foggy.

“I wanted you to be the first to hear.” Foggy began as he took a few steps forward. “I am officially dropping out of the race for district attorney. The way you stood up to Wilson Fisk was an inspiration to us all. I'm gonna be voting for you.”

“Well I couldn’t have done it without those two courageous agents that testified to the Grand Jury… None of this would’ve truly started without them. Thank you, Mr. Nelson.”

Later that day, you arrived at the deli a bit after everyone else. Foggy’s family all celebrated your arrival with loud welcomes and tight hugs. It was as if you had grown up with them and it made your chest warm. You laughed at their responses as you fought your way through to your friends, who had already claimed a table.

“Want me to get your own?” Matt chuckled as Karen took his drink from his hands.

You reached across the table and took it from her, to which she laughed. You sat beside Matt as Foggy placed a beer for him and Karen, and a glass of liquor for you on the table.

“Give Matt his drink back.” Foggy laughed. You mocked him slightly before returning the glass to its original owner.

“I don’t know if you guys heard but my SAC flipped.” You explained, turning your own glass on the table. “Turns out Dex didn’t kill her after all.. She corroborated Ray’s dying declaration.”

“You see it?” Foggy asked gently.

“Yeah.” You breathed and nodded quickly. “He um.. He was smart, knew what he had to do…”

“I’m sorry, Livia.” Karen offered and you tipped the glass towards her. “Were you there?”

“Karen.” Matt warned.

“It’s fine.. Um, I was.” You answered plainly. You lifted your hair to show the gap in your ear’s cartilage from where Dex’s bullet went through. “Just wasn’t quick enough, the usual.”

“Shit.” Foggy breathed. “FBI gets an enema and Fisk is still breathing…”

“Yup.” Matt nodded. “Still breathing.”

“Headed to prison, again.” Karen added.

“Not exactly what I had in mind but…” You muttered into your glass.

“So what ended up happening to Poindexter?” Karen asked you. It was intended as curiosity but you could tell that she asked you because of what your relationship was with him.

“T8 and T9 were absolutely shattered. He opted for some highly experimental, steel reinforcements. If it works, he’ll have PT for a while then it’s up in the air if he’ll be the same Bullseye he was. If it doesn’t, he’s completely paralyzed.”

“And he asked for that?” Matt’s head cocked in interest.

“Yeah but I had to give consent. The hospital didn’t think he was in the right space to fully understand the risks… I let them because-“

“You don’t have to justify your decision.” Matt cut in gently.

“You trust that Fisk’ll keep his word?” Foggy asked Matt to help change the subject and you smiled in thanks.

“I trust that he loves Vanessa.” Matt countered easily. “As long as she’s free, he should stay away.”

“But if she gets hit by a bus tomorrow?” Karen tried to joke, which got the boys to laugh.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge.” Matt answered and a soft silence covered your table.

“Speaking of tomorrows.” Foggy said with a small smile, turning to you. “Livia, how did contract negotiations go? You a free woman yet?”

“Uh.. no.” You laughed awkwardly. “I’m not getting out of my contract anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“Well I’ve pretty much relinquished all of my bureau’s privileges. The kids back at Quantico probably have more access than I do but I can’t retire yet.”

“Still not a why.”

“The case against Russo is still open. If I leave now, I surrender all evidence and testimony against him and the charges change from attacking two feds to one fed and civilian… I can’t do that to Dinah. She deserves her justice too.”

“But it’s your evidence. Can you retract it and we’ll start our own case?”

“It became bureau property when I submitted it. There’s circumstances about that night that are being kept under wraps so there’s no way they’ll let a civilian firm touch anything… I'm still getting my contracted pay and my badge is still valid, but I’ve relinquished my gun so…” You shrugged. “They’re considering it an extended administrative leave.”

“Can they do that?” Karen asked.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s already done. I’m not really able to do anything until the Russo situation is handled but that could possibly never get handled. It’ll probably go until my contract is due for re-up and then I quietly resign.”

“There’s gotta be something.” Karen insisted.

“Not unless you can magically heal Russo so he can testify.”

“We’ll work on something.” Matt patted your leg.

“How long do you plan on sticking around for?” Foggy nodded to Matt.

“Actually, I was thinking about moving back into my apartment.” Matt answered slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Really?” Karen smiled.

“Seeing as the bills are paid, I might as well.”

“That might be something we need to talk about.” You said quietly. “I’m not gonna-“

“So wait. You’re gonna move back into Matt Murdock’s apartment? With Matt Murdock’s girlfriend?”

“Technically it’s Y/N’s apartment now.” Foggy corrected and you pointed in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah.” Matt shook his head with a smile. “I just figured he has a healthier life-work balance. And actual friends.”

“Doesn’t have a job though… Kind of a mooch, living off his girlfriend's FBI paycheck.”

You shifted in your seat at the title and nursed your drink, wondering if the Nelsons had anything stronger.

“Semidecent lawyer, though.” Foggy added.

“Ooh.” Matt’s brows furrowed. “Semi-decent?”

“You do break the law. A lot. And often.” Karen laughed.

“Yeah, that girl he used to work with was probably better.” Foggy continued, shooting you a worried look when he caught your body language. He reached across and tapped the table in front you, a clear concern in his eyes.

You nodded and waved him off, which seemed to draw Matt’s attention as well. You sighed to yourself and rubbed your eyes before crossing one arm over your chest and the other held your glass.

“I have an idea.” Foggy said suddenly. “I need a new napkin.”

While Foggy wrote something, Karen leaned into Matt for a hushed joking conversation. You turned yourself away slightly but Matt’s hand landed on your leg under the table and pulled your knee closer to him. You rolled your eyes before Foggy proudly held up his new napkin.

It was quiet for a second as you all took it in.

“What?” Matt asked while Karen covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, he wrote all of our names, didn’t he?”

“How can you know that?” Foggy demanded as he flattened his pen to the table. That made you laugh.

“Cause I was thinking the same thing.”

“Guys, I’m not a lawyer.” Karen countered.

“You’d make a hell of a PI.” You offered honestly and Foggy pointed at you in agreement. “Could probably give Jessica Jones a run for her money.”

“I thought you liked Jessica.” Matt turned to you.

“I do.”

“But wait, what does that mean? We go back to helping people from a crappy office, getting paid in chickens?” Karen added.

“Sounds like someone got spoiled with Bulletin money.” You teased.

“Coming from the federal agent?” She laughed.

“I think Theo would let us work out of here, to start.” Foggy offered, nipping that conversation before it could become any sort of argument.

“At least we’d have a place to sell the chickens.” Matt joked.

“So what do you think?” Foggy asked with a hopeful smile.

“Why the hell not?” Karen smiled and lifted her bottle.

“To Nelson, Murdock, Yersova, and Page.” Matt lifted his glass and Foggy lifted his bottle.

“Page, Yersova, Murdock, and Nelson.” Karen corrected.

“Hang on a minute.” Foggy argued. “Livia.” He turned to you. “Get in on this. You’re the Yersova, after all.”

“It’s too wordy.” You shook your head. “Maybe something like Nelson, Murdock, and Associates would be better.”

“Okay, we can workshop the name later. Are you in?”

“Just like old times.” You leaned up and tapped your glass. “Matt, come with me to my car. I have something for Foggy.”

“For me?” Foggy grinned.

“Yeah, that custom apron finally came in.”

“With the flames?”

“With the flames.”

You and Matt made it out of the deli to your car, where you grabbed the box out of your back seat.

“I can help find us an office space when I get back.” You offered, leaning against your car. “I just don’t know how long I’ll be gone for.”

“Where are you going?” His brows furrowed and he tucked his hands in his pockets.

“London. I owe some friends a visit and a thank you.”

“Don’t you have an ex in London?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is that the friend you're visiting?”

“You’re jealous.” You smirked slightly as the wispy green haze surrounded him.

“No, I’m not.”

“So what does it matter if it’s Marc or someone else I go visit?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“I can literally see the jealousy.” You rolled your eyes.

“Does it really matter?”

“No, but it is funny.” You shrugged. “Why do you care if I take some time away?”

“I was hoping we could try again. Y’know?”

You blew out a sigh and almost reached for his hand out of habit. Instead you put the box on the roof of the car and shoved your hands into your pockets.

“I talked with my old landlord. My old apartment is still open… I’m gonna start packing up after this.”

“And you were just gonna leave? Without telling me any of this beforehand.”

“That’s why I’m talking to you now.”

“Yeah, after you’ve made the decision already.” 

“It’s my life, Matt. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“You’re right, I can’t. But I at least deserve a conversation about the things that affect me too.”

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Go ahead. Try to convince me.”

“Livia.” He closed the distance between you two and you watched his hands twitch, desperate to reach out and touch you. “There’s nothing to get between us now. And I’ve been thinking about us, trying again and maybe even settling down. Start a life together, a family.”

“Like adopt?” Your brows furrowed. “Yeah, the church probably has a kid that would be a good fit but-“

“Sure, but I want our first kid to be ours. You and me.”

“That’s not fair.” You countered defensively. “You know I can’t..”

“C’mon, you’d be a great mom.”

“That’s not what I mean… Matt, I swear I’ve told you.”

“Told me what?”

“I had a full hysterectomy when I was a child… It was the graduation ceremony. Did you really not know?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He said quietly, more shocked by the revelation than you expected.

“How long do you really think we’d last when there’s so much you don’t know?” You asked honestly. “All I wanted was you but I have so many secrets that I’ve never told anyone.”

“So don’t leave me.” He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the vehicle behind you. You just noticed that he had left his cane inside and you wondered if that was intentional. “Stay… Tell me everything.”

You sighed and put a hand on his chest to gently push him back.

“I’m gonna go to London, spend time with people I owe for their help. You are going to settle back into your apartment and your life. When I get back, if you want, I’ll tell you everything.”

“I’ve wanted to know everything about you since I met you, Livvy. That’s never gonna change.” He confessed. “All I wanted was you, too.”

“Good.” You smiled slightly. “We’ll see if it stays that way.”

“It will.” He finally reached out and put a hand on your cheek, tracing the faded scar on your cheekbone. “Because I love you.” you 

“I love you, too.” You put your hand over his. “When I get back, and I tell you everything you wanna know - or everything you can handle, at least - we’ll figure out if we wanna try again… Start over.”

“Clean slate…” He smirked slightly and you noticed he was getting progressively closer. “No grudges. No bad blood. Nothing?”

“Like it never happened.” You said quietly, tilting your head up slightly as your fingers hooked around his belt and pulled him closer until his body hit yours. 

“I’ll remember some of it.” He smirked before leaning in to kiss you quickly. “All the good stuff.” Another kiss. “And all of my favorite parts.” Another.

“Careful, Matty.” You said as he leaned in to kiss you a fourth time. “Making it hard to try and move on.”

A fifth.

“That’s the point.” He leaned away to smile at you.

You chuckled and found yourself giving it to the sparks in your chest. You took his face between your hands and pulled him back to your lips. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you against him, causing your skin to ignite with the familiar tingle that only his touch could bring.

Maybe you two would be okay after all.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Huntlow Week Day # 6: Opposites/Owl House.

Meet me at the Owl House at sunset. - H 💚💛💚💛

Willow ran her fingers over the sharply written script.

As always? Hunter's handwriting was very distinct.

Very recognizable.

His t's always crossed at the same angle. All letters written at the appropriate heights -- sitting exactly on the line below.

Belos had trained him so very well.

As a child, Hunter was forced to write line after line, copying the exact form and wording as directed by the man monster who had forced him into a tight mold. Belos took Hunter from the ground, and like so many who'd come before -- all the others who had been cloned from the doomed model that was Caleb Wittebane -- the Emperor had covered Hunter's face in a mask, wrapped his body in a uniform, and proceeded to break and re-make him until there was no piece of Hunter permitted beyond what his creator had allowed.

So of course, when Willow saw the green and gold hearts Hunter had added to his signature -- a symbol for the connection between them -- she melted immediately.

It had been a year since Willow had met Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams Hunter at Hexside and the plan had been that the two would go to see The Bloodied Teeth -- and specifically Captain Vyra Spidervein play the Screaming Sidhe in the Flyer Derby Playoffs. Unfortunately the game had been postponed due to an outbreak of the fire flu which took out three members of the Sidhe and two of the Teeth.

"I'm gonna make it up to you." Hunter told Willow.

"Pfft." Willow had waved him away. "It's not like you have anything to make up for! It's not your fault they got sick. They'll reschedule the game when everyone is better and we'll go then."

"Oh nonono." Hunter shook his head quickly, "We'll go to the game, but that won't be on the actual anniversary of the day we met! A - a-and I want to make it special for you!"

So on the morning of the first anniversary of the day they had met, Willow was awoken by the a soft cooing sound on her balcony. Owlbert stood perched with a note in his beak inviting Willow to the Owl House.

As she approached the front door, she saw Hooty -- in his usual spot -- with a sly smile across his round face.

"Helloooooooooooo Captain!" Hooty's smile spread. "Hoot Hoot."

"Hey there Hooty!?" Willow said brightly. She was surprised to see him there, honestly. Hooty spent much more time with Lilith than in the actual Owl House. "Whatcha up to today?"

"Ooooooooooh. Something....." The Owl Tube sang dramatically. He blushed coyly, wrapping himself around Willow's back, he nudged her inside. "I heard today was a SPECIAL day for you and your LOVERBOY!"

"Waaaaaait a minute." Willow crossed her arms. She spun around to look at Hooty, nose to beak. "Please don't tell me you kidnapped Hunter to do a Tunnel of Love thing?"

There was no question that the letter had been from Hunter, but Hooty was relentless. Golden Guard or not, given the chance? Hooty would beat Hunter in any fight.

"Tell me the truth Hooty!" Willow leaned in. "Where is he? Did you make him write that letter to me?"

"Cool your jets lady!" Eda sassed from inside. The Owl Lady was smiling coyly. "Blondie actually set this up for you himself and it took him three whole days to work up the courage to ask for use of the tunnel under the house so..."

"Make sure you give him a SMOOOOOOOOCH! Hoot!" Hooty smiled again. "SEEEEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS!" He sang. With that the house demon curled into a heartshape and slithered away.

Eda smiled and handed Willow a piece of paper featuring an intricate glyph. Willow tapped the middle and it folded, lighting up to for a light in the shape of a flower.

"Follow the light." Eda nodded, "he's waiting for you."

Willow's face flushed just a bit. The flower light began to hover over her hand guiding her down the stairs though the basement to a platform lined with flowers. In the middle stood King Clawthorne. The child titan wore a little tuxedo.

As Willow approached King cleared his throat. "Invitation please?" He reached out a claw.

"Invitation?" Willow but her lip. "Oh!" She reached into her pocket and handed King the letter from Hunter."

"Hmmmmmm." King produced a little monocle from his pocket and placed it on his eye. He perused the letter before returning it to Willow with a nod. "Yep. That is authentic! Please step on!"

Willow stepped on the platform and King pulled a level slowly floating them down to a dock where Raine Whispers stood playing their violin.

"Ah! Hey there." They smiled as Willow approached. Clearing their throat Raine leaned in and looked towards the empty dock. "Listen." They said. "Just so you know, he's been practicing for 48 hours straight, and I think it's perfect, but you know him and..."

"Raine." Willow wiggled her nose. "I have no idea what's going on, but whatever Hunter's got planned ? I already love it."

"That's what I told him!" Raine threw their hands up, "But you know him? Everything's got to be perfect and -- well?"

Before Raine could say anymore a swan boat pulled up -- with the face of an owl. On top stood Hunter, guitar slung over his back. He slid down Hooty's neck and met Willow at the dock.

"My lady?" He said formally. Dressed in what looked to be a handmade suit in the colors of the Emerald Entrail's uniforms, Hunter bowed his head and held his hand out. Willow took it and he helped her into the boat. She took a seat as the Hooty-swan boat pulled away from the dock.

"Aren't ya gonna sit next to me?" Willow shrugged.

Hunter shook his head quickly. "N-no ma'am." A self assured smile crept up on his face. "Not yet at least?"

"Hunter." Willow sighed, "What's this all about? You know you didn't have to go through all this for just the anniversary of the first day we met?"

"But I did," Hunter sighed. "B-because you changed so much for me that day. A -and I don't think I realized how much until --things went wrong? And then I didn't see you for a long time, but I thought about you a lot and -- "

"Hunter?" Willow smiled warmly, "Again. That's water under the bridge! Sit with me!"

"No. Not yet." Hunter shook his head. He moved his guitar to playing position and covered it with various glyphs as the boat began to move. "Willow Park." He began. "So much's changed since we met, and there was so much I wanted to tell you back then -- but I couldn't. S-so I wanted to show you what it felt like -- to meet you."

Hunter's body began to glow -- his guitar burst into a ball of light as each glyph awakened. He began to strum a giddy tune, and he sang.

Ooh, you make me live Whatever this world can give to me It's you, you're all I see Ooh, you make me live now, honey Ooh, you make me live

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true, I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

All around the scene -- set up with cheesy hearts and animatronics changed to a garden of beautiful flowers and vines.

When the song was finished, Hunter let out a long breath. Willow just sat. Her words sat in the back of her throat, where her heart pounded. She remained silent.

Hunter's confident smile faded. "O-oh. Was that too much?" her murmured. "I told Hooty that the normal tunnel wouldn't be enough, but he swore that's how Luz and Amity got together and -- mmmph."

Willow launched forward covering his mouth with her lips. When the two broke apart she smiled coyly.

"You serenaded me on a boat." Willow smiled. "This is the best anniversary gift ever."

"Better than Vyra Spidervein?" Hunter scratched the back of his neck.

Willow laughed. "Yes, actually."

"Oh. Cool." Hunter shrugged. "Then I guess I can sell those tickets for the rescheduled match and--"

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Willow growled playfull.

Hunter chuckled softly and pulled her into a hug. "Happy anniversary, Captain." he whispered.

(Yes Vyra Spidervein is from @lollytea's fic <<< Link)

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous Paradise - Chapter 4 - Miracles

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            Adrien lay in the hospital bed in the early dawn hours. He stared out his window at the quiet, winter city. He hadn’t been awake long, but everything hurt. His body felt lethargic and fatigued. His heart palpitated constantly that was accompanied by wrenching pain. His head felt light even as he lay back on the pillow. That didn’t compare to the gut-wrenching truth.

            Adrien would die soon, he knew it. The doctors hadn’t told him anything yet, but he could feel it. Seventeen years and this was the end. His heart twisted at the thought of leaving Emilie and Gabriel alone. For all the years they had all spent hoping for it to go up in flames. What was the point of it all? Why was he even alive to begin with? Why did he exist? Was he even meant to?

            “Awfully dark thoughts, Adrien,” a man’s voice said with a slight hiss.

            Adrien blinked. He turned and saw a doctor he’d never seen before. The man was tall, wearing the usual doctor clothes, but his hair was green, and his eyes were snake-like.

            “Who are you?” Adrien whispered.

            “The answer to a lot of your questions, and your salvation.”

            “I don’t understand.”

            The doctor pulled up a seat. “Allow me to be brief. I’m not human. I’m what’s known as a kwami and we are responsible for the miracles you mortals pray for. I was responsible for your mother being able to conceive you.”

            “You… you are? How?”

            “She prayed unendingly, and I blessed her with fertility, however it came at a price. A price that you are now paying. The moment you turned seventeen, the poison that had been in your blood amplified. It is this poison that will kill you in three days from now.”

            Adrien’s stomach dropped. “T-three days?”

            “Correct, but I have an offer for you. There is no removing the poison from you. There is no stopping your death, but it can be pushed back. I can offer a magical charm that will give you another year to live, but only a year. During this time, your health won’t be perfect, but you will be able to live for the first time in your entire life.”

            Adrien perked up. “Wait, really? Would I be able to do things like go outside on my own? To do more than just lay in bed all day?”

            “You would. You’d have the chance to experience all things you wouldn’t otherwise, just as your dear mother always dreamed for you.”

            Adrien’s breath caught. He had no idea what Emilie wanted for him, but the opportunity to fulfill her dreams was too enticing. Perhaps it would make his passing easier if she knew he got to live. That he really did get to experience the joys of life.

            “There is one more thing. A miracle is gathering that would require me. Under no circumstances are you to take part in this. If you take part in this miracle, you will die immediately upon its completion.”

            “O-oh. Okay. I accept, please.”

            The doctor nodded. He touched Adrien’s medical bracelet and it transformed into a snake bracelet before it changed to high tech medical bracelet.

            Adrien took a sharp breath. His head cleared of all fog, and he was able to focus with astounding clarity. The exhaustion that weighed down his body evaporated, and he felt light. His heart slowed to a normal pace as the pain vanished. Tears sprung from his eyes at the pure joy of it all.

            “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

            The doctor smiled, then frowned. “If you find yourself in need of me, call upon my name, and I will come to you.”

            “Of course. But wait. What is your name?”

            “It’s Sass.”

~~

            Tikki and Bridgette sat at a table in a back room of a homely diner. Tikki looked over the menu while Bridgette fidgeted. She glanced between Tikki and outside at the bright morning. She scoffed, stood, and paced back and forth.

            “Relax, bug. Everything will be fine,” Tikki reassured.

            “She’s worried. I know she is. I shouldn’t be out during the day. She’ll do nothing but worry as long as I’m out. I should be home right now. She should have peace of mind knowing that I’m safe,” Bridgette spat.

            Tikki groaned. “Will you come out, so she’ll stop worrying?”

            Bridgette glared at Tikki when movement caught her eye. She turned as a blurry shape moved across the floor. It shed its cloak to reveal a tiny red fox. She sighed as shame flooded her. She scooped up the fox and held it close.

            “I’m sorry. I know you’re worried. I promise to be home as soon as this is all done. You won’t have to worry anymore.”

            The fox nuzzled Bridgette and purred. Bridgette clung to it as she took her seat. She petted the fox while Tikki held the menu up for the fox.

            “Would you like us to bring you something?” Tikki asked.

            The fox looked at the menu, then at Bridgette.

            “Uh, she has difficulty reading still.”

            “Oh. Well, how about this?”

            Tikki snapped her fingers and created samples of menu items. The fox’s ears perked up and it leapt up, dancing in the air. It yipped and Tikki snapped her fingers again to create new items. Its eyes sparkled each time Tikki created.

            Bridgette smiled when pain hit her heart. She touched the earrings as regret and guilt stabbed her repeatedly. Trixx was amazing and a good fit for Marinette’s needs, but even so, there was one itch that Trixx could never scratch.

            “Think you can conjure something with cheese now?” Plagg asked.

            Tikki and Bridgette turned as Plagg and Felix joined them in the room. Tikki huffed and crossed her arms.

            “And why should I when you can’t even be bothered to be on time?”

            “I did bring something along the lines of what you asked for,” Plagg pointed out.

            Tikki relented and created a platter of camembert for Plagg. He gleefully sat and inhaled the cheese.

            Felix furrowed his brow and stared at Tikki. “What are you? How did you create that from nothing? And what’s with the little fox floating in the air?”

            Tikki gestured to the open seat beside Plagg. “Sit and we’ll explain everything.”

            Felix eyed Tikki suspiciously but took a seat.

            “Excellent. Now, we had felt a prayer, a desperate cry for a miracle, to save a boy on death’s doorstep. Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do to save him. At least not without a terrible price to pay. However, that hasn’t stopped other kwamis from offering their services to the woman,” Tikki explained.

            Felix frowned. “I’m sorry, but this is ridiculous. What sort of drugs are you on? Is this even real? It can’t be. I’m still dreaming, right? That has to be it.”

            Plagg and Tikki exchanged glances before Plagg grinned. Tikki called out Plagg’s name when he scratched Felix’s cheek, gouging it. Felix took a sharp breath at the immense pain. He reached a hand up and gawked at the blood on his fingers. The fox kit yelped at the sight of the injury and blood and hid in Bridgette’s arms.

            “Real enough for you, Felix?” Plagg asked.

            “Go to hell,” Felix hissed.

            Tikki moved around and created a first aid kit. She stopped the bleeding and treated Felix’s wound. She tossed the kit over to Plagg who destroyed it. She moved back and touched the fox’s head.

            “No more blood. It’s all good.”

            The fox raised its head but remained in Bridgette’s arms.

            “Now then, the kwamis that approached the woman hold part of a power known as Paradise. It is a miracle that can only be summoned with a set of five kwamis. Two have already emerged with the others sure to follow,” Tikki continued.

            “Except for Sass,” Plagg remarked.

            “True, Sass will attempt to keep Paradise from happening, but that has not always worked in the past. And Sass is the only one of the set that doesn’t like Paradise. Longg will jump at the chance to create it, as will Wayzz if the cause is noble enough.”

            “And what does this have to do with me?” Felix demanded.

            “I need a holder and Tikki asked me to find a rich boy,” Plagg answered.

            “Holder? What is a holder?”

            “A person that wields our jewels. These people can invoke us to gain superpowers based on what our concepts are. If you agree to help, you will gain the power of destruction. A power you will use with a partner, that of creation.”

            Felix glanced at Bridgette, then back at Tikki. “That’s all wonderful, but why should I bother? This isn’t my battle.”

            “And what of your family? Would you rather see them lost to the creation of Paradise? Would you enjoy seeing their bodies evaporated and souls consumed as they’re wiped out of existence like they were never alive? To see the world as we know it return to its purest state as a Garden of Eden? Pure, beautiful, but never to be touched by man,” Bridgette spoke.

            Felix tsked. “That’s absurd. How would all that happen?”

            “Eh, there’s a few details off, but she’s in the ballpark,” Plagg remarked.

            “What? There’s no way. How would you even know anyway?” Felix demanded of Bridgette.

            “I can take a guess knowing full well that all miracles come at a price. If there’s a group out there wanting to create something called Paradise, it can only come with the steepest of prices. I don’t know about you, but I won’t allow it to be made. I made a deal for my cousin, for her future, and I won’t renege on that bargain. I will see her happy,” Bridgette remarked.

            Felix opened his mouth when the fox jumped onto the table. It glowered at Bridgette and barked at her. Felix’s eye twitched as he watched Bridgette’s half-hearted attempts to quell the fox. He sneered and reached for it but was stopped by Bridgette. She glowered at him and dug her nails into the bits of exposed skin.

            “You will not touch my cousin. Not unless you are looking for a fight, bitch boy,” Bridgette growled.

            “Let’s go then. I can take a toothpick like you,” Felix hissed.

            Bridgette sneered and reared back her arm but was held back by Tikki.

            “Easy, easy. It’s been a rough day for you. Just, let me do that talking,” Tikki pleaded.

            Bridgette snorted but released Felix.

            “Now, before an actual fight breaks out, I need you to understand something, Felix. Someone is going to need to stop the holders of Paradise. To keep them occupied long enough for another miracle to expire. Bridgette had long accepted this burden, but you are under no real obligation. However, we ask you for your family, your legacy, but most of all, yourself,” Tikki explained.

            “And my money,” Felix added.

            Tikki grimaced. “Well, let’s just forget about that right now. Paris will need heroes. The world will need heroes.”

            Felix laughed. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Bridgette.

            “Forget this. Just find someone else, Plagg. This privileged twink doesn’t have what it takes to be a hero. He’s made it painfully clear already that he’s no interest in helping people. Why continue with this farce?”

            “What’s the matter? Upset that I see no reason to help some alien creatures and their pet?” Felix asked.

            “And there it is, Tikki. Waste your time further if you want, but I’m leaving before I give him something to match his scratch.”

            Tikki watched Bridgette leave with the fox. She turned back to the boys, shook her head, and ran after Bridgette. Felix waited a moment longer before he stood to leave. He paused when Plagg joined him.

            “What are you doing?” Felix demanded.

            “Whatever I want. And I don’t have anything better to do, so let’s go.”

            Felix opened his mouth, then shut it. He shook his head and kept walking.

~~

            Amelie sat in an armchair near Emilie. She had promised to watch over Emilie while Gabriel went to pick up Adrien. The hospital called and said they had news, good and bad. She had attempted to press further, but Gabriel didn’t ask any more questions when they said Adrien was well enough to be brought home.

            Amelie had believed that perhaps Emilie received a miracle last night. That was until she found a pair of brooches clutched in Emilie’s hand when she was checking on Emilie after Gabriel left. She removed the brooches from her pocket and admired them. One was a simple purple circle brooch while the other was a magnificent peacock tail fan brooch. She placed the purple one down and examined the peacock fan.

            The peacock brooch was breathtaking. The metal was perfectly cut, the jewels brilliant, and the color vibrant. It was a piece of art that could draw anyone’s eye. Amelie unfastened the pin and put it on her suit jacket. She stepped up to a window and marveled at the brooch on her. It stood out beautifully against her black clothes that immediately drew the eye.

            “I see you’ve made the right choice,” Duusu cooed.

            Amelie froze as Duusu materialized beside her. She stared at him with wide eyes. He held his head high and fanned his tail.

            “Oh, how I love to see you mortals admire me. Must have been difficult as you were freezing last night. Thankfully you pulled through.”

            Amelie blinked a few times as things clicked in her head. “Right. It was difficult seeing how radiant you truly are as the cold threatened to take me.”

            Duusu beamed. “Oh, I love you. Now, little peahen, are you ready?”

            “In a moment. Now that I’m not freezing, may I ask some questions.”

            “Certainly. What is it you wish to know?”

            Amelie considered carefully. “What can you do exactly? Like, what do you offer?”

            “The power of beauty, my darling dearie. When you put me on, you’ll be able to shape the world to your standards of beauty and it shall be exalted by all. But you do need to be careful. While there’s no limit explicitly, after a while you stop pulling power from me and pull from your own life. When you start doing that, it’ll shorten your life.”

            “Oh. Oh, I see. Well, let’s see. What about, no… how about, ah… you are a miracle, yes? What exactly is the miracle you entail?”

            “One of the greatest of miracles, peahen. Paradise. With the set of Paradise, the five can create a literal Heaven on Earth, a Garden of Eden, as your kind would say. It would be a utopia for you all to live in and with those you deem worthy of witnessing Paradise.”

            “And… and this would save Adrien?”

            “Of course. You would all live for eternity within your Paradise with those you love. Your lives would be free of strife and everyday full of unending bliss.”

            Amelie’s jaw dropped. With this power, they could save Adrien. They could create a corner of Heaven for them to live in forever. Emilie and Gabriel could spend eternity with Adrien. She could liberate Felix from Colt’s oppressive thumb. They’d all get to live their lives in unending bliss.

            “Though, I should warn you, it does come at price. My powers, that is,” Duusu interrupted.

            “What kind of price?”

            “See, you won’t like seeing ugly things in the world. Inner, outer, or even both. You’ll want to get rid of it.”

            “Oh. Well, if we’re making Paradise, won’t be getting rid of the bad and ugly anyway? Make way for a beautiful, good haven?”

            “Pretty much.”

            Amelie considered when movement caught her eye. She looked past Duusu at Emilie who tore apart the blankets looking for the brooches. She turned and tackled Emilie in a hug.

            “Emilie! You’re alright!” Amelie cried.

            “Amelie, please, not now. I need to find-!”

            Emilie paused when she saw the peacock brooch on Amelie.

            “Where’s the other one?” Emilie demanded.

            Amelie grabbed the other brooch and handed it to Emilie. “I hope you don’t mind if I picked for you?”

            Emilie sighed and took it. “You always had an eye for beautiful things, didn’t you?”

            “For better or worse. Colt,” Amelie added with a hint of venom in her voice.

            Emilie giggled and put the brooch on. Nooroo materialized as Duusu joined them.

            “So, you weren’t the one we talked to in the garden?” Duusu asked Amelie.

            “Sorry to deceive you,” Amelie admitted.

            “You know everything?” Emilie butted in.

            “I know enough without betraying myself.”

            Emilie grimaced. “I love you, but don’t stop me. I will save my Adrien. I-.”

            “I’m with you. Together, we can create Paradise. We’ll be happy for eternity. Free of heartache and pain. Free of worry and despair. Free of the past and future. It’ll be perfect.”

            Emilie smiled and hugged Amelie. “Thank you. I’m glad I have you at my side.”

            The door to the sitting room opened and Duusu and Nooroo vanished. Emilie and Amelie looked over at Gabriel and Adrien. Emilie tore herself out of the embrace and ran up to Adrien.

            “Look at you. There’s so much color in your face. And… and what’s this?”

            Emilie raised Adrien’s left hand where a high-tech silver bracelet sat.

            “Some sort of new technology. It’s suppressed the substance killing him, but only for the next year,” Gabriel said.

            Dread consumed Emilie. She took several deep breaths as she fought the coming tears. She forced a smile and hugged Adrien.

            “We’ll make the most of it. Every moment will be like a dream,” Emilie promised.

            “Why don’t we start with breakfast? Oh, what if we go out?” Amelie suggested.

            “Can we?” Adrien asked.

            “I think that’d be wonderful. Gabriel, won’t you help Adrien pick out an outfit?” Emilie asked.

            Gabriel nodded. He escorted Adrien out, leaving Emilie and Amelie alone.

            “We have no time to waste. We need to start tonight,” Emilie whispered.

            “What do we do though?”

            “I’m not sure. We have the day to think, but we must bring out the others needed for Paradise before time is up.”

            “Right. But for now, we may want to change if we’re heading out,” Amelie pointed out.

            “Oh, right. Let’s go.”

            Emilie and Amelie headed for the stairs when Felix returned. Amelie turned to greet him when she saw his bandaged injury, a fresh, untreated wound, and a black cat on his shoulders. She screamed and ran up to him.

            “Oh, Felix, my precious boy! What happened?”

            Felix pointed to the cat.

            Amelie puffed out her cheeks and reached for the cat when Felix stopped her.

            “I wouldn’t. That’s how I got these. Let’s just say I’ve… I’ve been chosen,” Felix remarked.

            Amelie eyed Felix suspiciously, then squealed. “Oh, I love cats. But no more scratching my darling Felix, understand?”

            The cat meowed.

            “Good. Now, get ready. We’re going out with Adrien.”

            “I don’t think… wait, did you say with Adrien? Isn’t he still in the hospital?”

            “Nope. He was all good to come home. He was given some fancy device that makes him well but didn’t cure him. So, we’re going out as a sort of celebration.”

            Felix sighed with a smile. “Alright. Let me get changed.”

            Amelie squealed. She pulled Felix in a tight embrace. He returned it before he stepped back. He paused when he saw the peacock brooch on her. He had never seen her wear such jewelry before, especially one like that. It was unbelievably beautiful, almost in an otherworldly feel. A bad feeling rose in the pit of his gut.

            “Felix? Is everything ok?” Amelie asked.

Felix shook himself and quickly bowed his head. He moved past Amelie and Emilie. He glanced at Emilie and saw she had on a simple purple brooch. He hummed and kept going until he was back in his room. He headed into the bathroom, shut the door, and looked at the cat.

            “Alright, Plagg, I have a question for you.”

            “I may have an answer.”

            “What were those brooches? The ones my aunt and mother were wearing?”

            “Huh? Oh, right. Y’know the jewels that Tikki mentioned? Yeah, that’s what those were.”

            “Are you telling me that aunt and mother are wearing kwami jewels? Which ones?”

            Plagg turned away. “Why do you care?”

            Felix’s eye twitched. “Are they the ones for Paradise.

            Plagg flicked his tail and looked at his claws. “Again, why do you care? This isn’t your battle.”

            Felix’s eye twitched. “Your glibness does you no credit.”

            Plagg shrugged. “You’re smart enough, rich boy. Figure it out on your own.”

            Felix furrowed his brow. He didn’t want to get involved. He wanted to finish up his business here and head back to London. He wanted to return to life under Colt’s heel as they bickered day in and out. He didn’t need this. He didn’t want it. But want wasn’t a luxury he was allowed.

            Felix couldn’t deny the facts. Amelie was committed to whatever Paradise was. He was certain that Emilie was the ringleader and Amelie would follow wherever Emilie went. He imagined Gabriel would too but probably hadn’t yet. That left him to wonder about Adrien. Tikki said a miracle was asked to save a boy on death’s door. He was certain it was Adrien, but what should he do about it? Did he help Amelie and Emilie, or did he fight against it?

            Felix cleaned up while his mind wandered. He could help his family and save Adrien. He could play a role in Paradise and see Adrien well. That would be the most sensible path if he considered his family. Adrien slipped into his mind again as he reconsidered. It was clear what Amelie and Emilie wanted, but what of Adrien? What did Adrien want?

            Felix’s eyes widened as he remembered earlier with Bridgette. She had remarked that she made a deal for her cousin. He was doubtful of her word, but could he make a deal with these creatures? Could he ensure Adrien’s survival if he helped them? It was worth a shot if anything.

            “Plagg, after this outing, would you be able to show me to your, er, Sugarcube?”

            “What brought this change of heart?”

            “Do you really care?”

            Plagg considered. “Touche.”

            “Excellent. Let’s be on our way then.”

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

Tag appreciation 3/?

I continue with the series where I shine a light back onto the community, their sass, wisdom, and humor as it unfolds in my notes.

This time a little different...

This actually not a follower but this little tag gave me so many thoughts bc this topic is actually so important to me.

I think @dialectical-material-gworl meant this as a little bit of a joke and it made me giggle as well BUT it also is the truth.

And not just fit hot guys but guys in general. I am a 44 year old cis woman, and I love a good cry because it helps me getting rid of stress physically.

It's not that I like to cry, but when I do, I try to embrace and just let it be.

And as a woman that seems to totally be ok. Tumblr might be a platform for a lot of men who are sensitive and emotionally open but in real life? I can count on one hand the amount of times I have seen a man cry. And not for lack of men in my life.

A lot of men are still under the assumption that crying is weak bc they have been raised that way.

But! It's not that men don't get sad. They just get taught to cope with that differently. Sentences like this I hear on playgrounds still to this day: "It's not that bad. Pull yourself together. Boys don't cry." I think and hope this slowly changes with new generations of parents, and I also let my son cry and tell him that's completely normal.

I remember vividly when this book came out - it has (very beautiful) pictures of male actors, crying. It felt revolutionary at the time. And honestly? It still does.

So when I had the idea to give my OC Vinnie the "sad face" expression, combined with the face palm pose (this pic is from my console days), I became a bit obsessed with this.

I made a couple of pics of him crying, and I actually wanna do more on PC now with the custom expressions.

There is something so tender and beautiful about people allowing themselves to cry, not just men, of course, but especially men because they usually don't even allow themselves.

So yes, (fit hot) guys have problems, too, and they should be crying about them to be crying about them is totally normal.

OC: Vinnie

Vanilla Cyberpunk // PS4

[deadhumourist]

YSC: A Game of Realities

It’s only fitting that the month of love is dedicated to the man who chooses love instead of choosing sides, right?  This is a dramedy to make up for the dark January fic. Thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for encouraging my nonsense.

Summary: An unexpected turn in a battle with The Mountain has Prince Oberyn end up in a situation that he couldn't have imagined, and you have to help him through it. The ride is bumpy until you discover something that will change your perception of yourself, of Oberyn and of reality, forever. This is part 1, more to follow!

Part of the wonderful @yearofcreation2023 challenge!

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Mature - language, later chapters will be explicit. 

WC: 1835

Warnings: Language, battle scenes, mention of death and burial, shaky boundary lines between sci-fi and fantasy, smells and Olympic-level sass because I'm three raccoons in a trenchcoat. Reader has no physical description, and uses she/her pronouns. Whole fic not beta’d.

Author Masterlist | Taglist in bio.

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Doran is seated in the centre of the plush sofa in his receiving room. The intricate patterns and warm, rich colours sit beautifully with the high-ceilinged space, giving it an air of grandeur, fitting for the royal family of Dorne. In the corner a lush palm sways in the light breeze, in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere between the dark-haired brothers. 

“I have been more than fair, Oberyn. You have visited the capital, said your piece - this unquenchable thirst for retribution will drag the people of Dorne into the fire if it does not end with you.” 

Oberyn scoffs at his older brother, bitterness simmering in his words. “Words alone will not bring Elia back.” 

“Neither will violence.” Doran snaps. 

He is tired. His younger brother has always been fiery, passionate to a fault. With vengeance blowing this kindling into an open flame, he has little hope of discouraging the man from his course of action. But he has to try. 

“Reconsider, Oberyn. It will not change what happened in the past, and you could lose your life in the process. Will you have me put both of my siblings into the ground?” he intones softer. 

His brother continues to pace the floor like a caged viper, seething with a rage so deep-seated that he himself doesn’t know where to go with it. His beloved sister had died at the hands of the Lannisters and it seemed like his brother was ready to break bread with them. 

“I am not retracting my challenge to the Mountain. I will spill his blood the way he did hers.” 

With one last look at Doran’s pained expression, he flings the door open and starts down the hall to his quarters. 

Concealed behind a corner close to Doran’s rooms, Ellaria stands stock still. She had stopped to listen in, having heard the loud exchange from the hallway. The Mountain’s reputation as a killer is known far and wide, and she is worried. She trusts Oberyn’s skill in a fight, but with the Lannisters you never know what surprises are hiding in the wings. 

“I won't allow you to leave me alone in this world, lover.” she whispers into the darkness before she turns on her heel and makes for the Maester’s chambers.

When she exits hours later, she is holding a black elixir which promises that Oberyn will come out of the fight unscathed. 

As she stalks to her private room, the glass vial burns in her hand - is new, otherworldly and unseen by anyone outside of the inner circle of Maesters. Oberyn will see it as a betrayal but she will keep him alive no matter the cost. 

The Maester had warned her several times during the consultation. 

“You are absolutely sure you want to play with dark magic, dear?” 

Ellaria nodded, watching him take down different bottles from his shelves. 

When he started pouring the contents of one into a mixing bowl, she gripped his arm hard. 

“A mere potion will not do, Maester, it needs to ensure that Oberyn stays alive.” 

He simply raised an eyebrow at her, continued and then swung round to heave a large grey grimoire off the same shelves. 

“And so it will.” 

Ellaria now clutches the vial closer to her as she increases her speed. She can’t help feeling unsettled about the liquid in her possession, even though she requested it. The Maester was insistent with his instructions. 

“Stand clear of the arena, and when the time is right, throw the vial onto the ground, so it breaks near the opponent. He will be transported by magic to a place where he can never harm anyone."

She regards him carefully, and he answers the question she doesn't ask. 

"It is dark magic, and the price will be exacted for such a request."

She knows he does not mean coin. 

Reaching her chambers, she closes the door behind her and places the vial among her jewels. 

As she hides the glass object, she hears the clanging of spears outside her window and a growling laugh from Oberyn, who seems to have bested his opponent, undoubtedly not for the first time. 

She closes her eyes and fervently hopes that this will work. 

—-

The Dornish procession proudly walks into the arena, parting like a golden, shimmering sea to allow their second-born prince to move to his place. Ellaria is already waiting for him there, where he fastens the last of his armour. He kisses her passionately before gripping his spear, and although there are tears in her eyes, she can’t bring herself to utter any words of warning or apology. 

He enters into the fight, spear twirling in the air, a fanciful prince intent on taking what was taken from him. Oberyn taunts the man, goading him into admitting to his crimes, while the clanging of metal echoes into the surrounding mountains. 

Ellaria knows Oberyn, she sees the minute gritting of his teeth while The Mountain fights the man she loves with sheer strength; he does not give an inch between them and does not give Oberyn the satisfaction of responding either.

She recognises her lover’s white-hot anger, unspooling like a tethered ball of thread dropped into an abyss, making him reckless.

The mountain’s spear catches the edge of Oberyn’s and with a sickening crackle of wood, the tip is snapped off. 

Ellaria gasps out loud, panic rising in her throat and stealing her breath before she can take it. 

She reaches into her thin mustard-coloured cloak, retrieves the vial and…throws. 

Her throw causes the vial to sail briefly on a gust of wind, and instead of hitting The Mountain, the vial crashes in front of Oberyn’s feet, creating a vortex of black smoke in front of him. It fizzes and crackles like sparklers set alight.

The vortex lurches sickeningly towards him and the next moment Oberyn is gone. 

As the black smoke dissipates rapidly the only sound heard is Ellaria’s anguished screams.

—-

With your chin resting on the heel of your hand, you marvel how it can feel like 19 hours have passed, when in reality you just cracked hour 5 of your shift. 

You are in a bad mood to boot. An earlier table had given you the run around and then didn't tip on a huge bill. Now you just want to get the hell out of the place, put on some pajamas and watch a series. 

You're about to get up when a loud clanging sound comes from outside the restaurant. The open area behind the restaurant is known to attract some troublemakers so this isn't exactly a surprise. 

Pete, the smarmy manager on duty stops in front of you."Go tell those kids to stop messing around here or we'll call the authorities."

Heaving a deep sigh, you get up and walk to the back of the restaurant, throwing the metal door open in front of you. 

You listlessly stomp to the dumpster, and stop, hands perched on your hips. 

"Okay dillholes, enough fun for today, get a move on."

You hear a plastic ruffling inside the dumpster.

Rolling your eyes, you check your watch. Good lord, the last 30 minutes of your shift is starting to feel like several lifetimes. 

When you look up, you see a leg swung over the side of the dumpster, followed by a brownish thing, which materializes into a human as it climbs out of the big metal container. 

The man shouts at you, looking around. He's clearly aggravated, his hair sticking up in all directions. 

"Where is The Mountain?"

You stare a long time before your brain manages to make your tongue move. 

"You're in the city buddy, there are no mountains here."

The man, seemingly satisfied that the geographical feature isn't close by, sniffs himself and pulls a face. 

"This place smells like week-old waste" he yells at you from where he stands, somehow managing to make the statement drip with distaste.  

The cheek of this guy is unbelievable and you feel your hackles rising at how rude he is. 

"Yeah? We'll that's rich coming from someone who looks like a fancy fuckin' armadillo!"

For a moment Oberyn is speechless. He's no shrinking violet but no one has ever dared speak to Dornish royalty like that. When he finds his tongue again, his hands automatically go to his hips and he cocks his chin out at you. 

“Come over here in your peasant clothes and say that to my face."

“I can see your damn face from here, and these are not..” 

You look down, taking in the uniform and apron with a few food splatters.

“...okay I’ll give you the clothes. What….were you dumpster diving then?” 

Finally taking a moment, he looks around, but everything seems wrong. Out of place. 

"This does not look like King's Landing, even if it smells the same” he says, now a little more subdued than when he first yelled at you. 

"Ummm…no. You're at the back of a restaurant and you were in the trash a minute ago. Listen, I don’t know what your deal is but you gotta go.”

Oberyn spins on his heel, looking around. "I would gladly, but it would appear I am not in any recognisable part of Westeros."

The name sounds like something you’ve heard before but you shake it off, trying to focus on the man in front of you instead.

“What’s your name?”

The man seems to be thinking about something for a while, then replies.

“Oberyn, Prince of Dorne.” 

“Okay, Oberyn, Prince of Dorne, as the song goes - you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. My shift is pretty much over, is there someone I can call to come get you?” 

He looks at you blankly. The man cuts a ridiculous sight standing next to the dumpster in his leather outfit, just staring at you like he’s trying to work out some impossible math problem.

You sigh, throwing your hands up. With this one it seems to have devolved into a process of elimination when it comes to getting any information, because he’s either coming off some insane drug-induced bender or he has memory loss. Either way he’ll need to be checked out, or at the very least take a goddamned shower. 

“Look, are you dangerous? Are you going to try to kill me if I take you somewhere in my car?” 

The man’s expression morphs from blank curiosity to disgusted.

“We do not hurt women and children in Dorne. You will be safe in my company, but where are we going?”

“Home, my home. You can’t stand around out here like you just came from Comic Con or a Leather Daddy convention, and you don’t seem to have a clue where you are so…unless you have a better idea…” you jerk a thumb over your shoulder and start turning around to clock out. 

As you walk back to the restaurant, you hear the crunch of his books on the gravel  behind you and idly wonder if this is how those true crime episodes start. Finding a mildly threatening guy and loading him into your car. 

This might be a huge mistake.