#might hop into some asks later to be even more annoying

[hischierswhore]

eternal pining | jack hughes

pairing: childhood bff!reader x jack hughes

warnings: major angst // unrequited pining // slight cursing // probably other stuff that i missed

author’s note: this might be the longest fic i’ve ever written??? anyways i’m backkkk and hopefully i’ll start being consistent soon. i have so much planned and this has been in the works for quite a while now.

You were sitting on the couch at the Hughes lake house as you discussed your plans for the day. Well, more like you were listening to Ellen & Jim as they told you that they would be leaving on a trip for a few days and Jack was just there. He was on his phone, typing aggressively like the world would end if he didn’t finish whatever he was typing.

A sigh left Ellen’s lips when she realized that her middle child wasn’t even paying attention to what she was saying. You looked at Luke & Quinn, who both also saw that he was just not focusing. Quinn extended his arm to hit Jack’s knee in attempt to get his attention.

You said bye to Ellen & Jim, wishing them a safe trip before helping them carry their bags to their car. As you made your way back inside, you plopped right back into the same spot you were in before.

Moments passed and you turned your phone off, sparking conversation with Quinn & Luke about what the groups plans were for today.

“What do you guys wanna do?” You asked, hoping someone would come up with something fun.

“Boat day?” Luke suggested and you nodded in agreement.

“Are you gonna join us, Jack?” you questioned as you turned around to look at your best friend. His eyes didn’t shift from the device in his hands, causing you to roll your eyes.

You were annoyed, so you moved off the couch and walked to your room to change into your swimsuit.

"Where are you guys going?" Jack asked as you, Quinn & Luke walked towards the deck, his phone now off and on the couch.

"Boat day. We were talking about it but you were too indulged in your phone to even contribute to the conversation" Quinn stated as Jack's mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"Are you joining us or not?" Luke asked, waiting for his brother to respond so he could finally get some sun.

“Oh uh yeah. I'll join y'all. Just give me a few to change" He hopped up from his spot on the couch and went to his room to change while you made your way outside, the other Hughes brothers following.

10 minutes passed and Jack had not yet come outside. You were all getting rather impatient and annoyed with the boy.

"Can we just go without him?" Luke sighed, beyond frustrated with his brother. Just as he said that, the boy trotted out of the house and down the dock to where you all sat. You all immediately noticed his lack of swim trunks and rather a button-down shirt & some jeans.

"Hey guys. Sorry to bail on you all but I've got a date in like-" He looks down at his phone for a moment to check the time. "20 minutes so I've gotta get going. See you all later" Jack waved as he hugged everyone goodbye.

Your heart shattered the moment you heard "a date". You had been hopelessly in love with your best friend since you were kids. You'd known the Hughes brothers since you were 6, and you'd all been inseparable since day 1.

The ever-growing crush you had on Jack was evident to everyone around you except for him. Quinn and Luke would relentlessly tease you when you three were together. Hell, even Trevor and Nico would join in on the teasing whenever you saw them.

You faked a smile at his words, hoping he couldn’t see the tears welling in your eyes. You looked around at Quinn and Luke, who had already been looking in your direction, knowing damn well what you were thinking.

"Have fun, J. See you later" You said as you looked down, seeing as your mood had now been more ruined than it was before and you didn't want to deal with all your emotions, or rather the cause of these emotions, right now. You knew that if you made eye-contact with the boy, you would have a breakdown.

Jack jogs back up to the house and shuts the patio door, leaving you and the two other Hughes brothers on the boat for the day.

2 pairs of eyes immediately found your figure as you curled into a ball on the couch and let it all out. Both boys immediately came to your side for comfort, knowing how difficult this must be for you.

Luke rubbed your back as you sobbed while Quinn held you in his arms, holding you ever so carefully.

Hours passed before you all decided to head inside.

“I’m gonna head up to my room. If he asks, I'm out. I don't want to talk to him right now" You told the remaining brothers before going into your room and locking yourself away.

— later —

Jack arrived back at the lake house.

“Hey, where’s Y/n?” He asked as he wandered into the living room, noticing his brothers sitting on the couch watching a movie but you were nowhere in sight.

“She went out” Quinn simply said, not feeling the need to give his younger brother details.

"Out? What do you mean she went out?"

"She's not here, Jack. She wanted to go out so she did" Luke shrugged, trying to focus his attention back on the movie.

"And you both let her go by herself?!" Jack was practically shouting.

"She's 22 years old, Jack. She can make her own decisions" Quinn paused the movie to turn his attention to his brother. Jack let out a huff and sat next to his brothers to watch whatever movie they had put on, still ever so slightly upset that you had gone out without him.

20 minutes had passed since that initial exchange when Luke's phone got a notification. He glanced down at it and immediately got up and excused himself to the kitchen with a simple "I'll be back".

“What’s up with him?” Jack whispered to Quinn, who shrugged and paid no mind to his brother's curiosity. Moments later, Luke emerged from the kitchen and raced upstairs quickly.

You had texted Luke asking him to bring you some medication for the growing migraine you had from crying nonstop. He quietly knocked on the door to avoid attracting Jack's attention. You slowly unlocked the door and let the boy in as he handed you the pills and a bottle of water.

"You good?" He asked as you had a hand on your forehead and your eyes were red & puffy.

"I'll be fi-" The words got lost in your throat as you heard footsteps ascending the stairs and you saw the one person you did not want to see: Jack.

You muttered "shit" as you tried to hide behind Luke's tall frame, which was to no avail.

"Y/n? What're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be out?" Jack asked as he made his way to your doorway.

"I uhh, came back early. Didn't feel too great" You lied through your teeth.

"How'd you come in? And when did you even come in?" Jack questioned you as he leaned against the door frame.

"Came in through the back door. Didn't wanna make too much noise to interrupt the movie" You slowly tried to push your door closed, but Jack was blocking the way.

Luke was stood there, watching the encounter unfold.

"Oh what's that Quinn? We need more popcorn? I'll grab some" He shouted down the stairs to remove himself from the extremely tense conversation he was witnessing.

“What’s wrong?” Jack's voice was low as he slowly pushed the door open and grabbed your hand.

“I’m fine, Jack. I just don’t feel good” You were on the verge of tears as you pulled yourself out of his hold.

“You look like you've been crying, Y/n/n... did someone say something to you?" Jack's anger slowly increasing at the thought of someone hurting your feelings.

"Nobody said anything. More so what you did. But I'll be fine, I'll get over it" Thankfully, he had back up enough to give you space to close the door, and his reflexes weren't fast enough to grab the door handle before you shut and locked it, leaving him on the other side of the door.

Your words left Jack extremely confused. More so what you did. What in the hell did he even do?

Once you had locked the door, you slid down the back of it as more tears spilled freely onto your cheeks. Why did you have to fall for your best friend?

Jack stomped down the stairs, confusion & frustration written all over his face as he threw himself onto the couch.

“What the hell did I even do?” He screamed into one of the cushions. Quinn & Luke exchange a look before ultimately deciding to tell him bits of the truth.

“You went on that date” Luke said quietly, praying that Jack has heard him the first time so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself. Fortunately for Luke, Jack lifted his head up as soon as the words left his mouth.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Jack was more confused than before. He didn’t understand what was going on.

“How is it that we all see it except for you, dude? She’s in love with you. She’s been in love with you for years now, and you’ve never once noticed or acknowledged her feelings. It’s evident to everyone in our lives except for you. You leaving on that date today made her feel like shit” Quinn spoke.

“Well, it made her feel more like shit than she already did before. You neglected her all morning because you were on your phone and then when we all agreed to go on the boat, you bailed on us and she felt more forgotten than ever before” Luke added onto Quinn’s speech.

Jack sat there in shock. There’s no way that you, his best friend of 16 years, were in love with him. He couldn’t fathom the thought, but slowly the realization sank in and now he felt horrible for his behavior. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He never knew.

He didn’t say anything before he raced up the stairs and knocked on your door but received no response.

“Y/n please let me in. I want to talk to you. Please hear me out” Jack pleaded as he rested his ear against the door, listening closely in hopes of hearing movement on the other side.

Silence. All that could be heard was the sound of the fan circulating air throughout the room.

Quinn & Luke had followed him up the stairs and watched as Jack slowly fell to his knees infront of your door. They’d never seen him like this before.

“J, she needs some space right now. Let her get some rest and talk to her in the morning. It’s the least she deserves” Luke suggested as he placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

— the next morning —

You woke up to a massive migraine, probably from all the crying you did last night. You felt uneasy as you stood from your bed and made your way to the connected bathroom.

You knew you’d have to see him again. You couldn’t avoid him, hell it was his house.

You braced yourself for the day as you washed your face and changed into something more comfortable before heading downstairs for breakfast.

You overheard a conversation taking place as you silently made your way down the stairs, in hopes of not alerting anyone of your presence quite yet.

Just as you turned the corner and entered the kitchen, silence filled the room. You chose to not acknowledge it, just as Jack had not acknowledged your feelings for him.

You felt multiple pairs of eyes on you as you grabbed yourself a bowl to pour some cereal. You slowly carried your bowl to the dining room, where everyone was seated.

It was only then that you had noticed the extra eyes staring at you. Seated at the table included Quinn, Luke, Jack, Trevor, Cole & Nico. The latter 3 must’ve flown in early in the morning because they weren’t here last night when everything happened.

You softly wave at the 3 boys before placing your bowl on the table.

“Morning” you quietly said as you sat on the bench between Quinn & Luke, which was ironically as far away from Jack as possible.

Small talk is made and you barely speak unless you’re spoken to. You quietly converse with everyone except for the middle Hughes brother. He hasn’t said a single thing to you this morning except for stare at you occasionally when he thought you didn’t notice. Of course you did, you always noticed.

Breakfast finished & you kindly collected everyone’s dishes and headed towards the kitchen to clean them.

You stood infront of the sink on your own for about 5 minutes when you felt a presence behind you.

“Can we talk?” You knew that notice all too well. You placed the plate in the sink as you turned around slowly, resting the plane of your hands on the edge of the counter.

You took in his appearance for the first time since he left for his date yesterday afternoon. His eyes were swollen, much like yours, and his hands were fidgeting at the back of his neck.

“Sure” You simply spoke, not wanting to be the one to bring up the elephant in the room. Jack cleared his throat before he spoke.

“Could we maybe go outside? I’ll get Luke to do the dishes or something so we can talk in private” He suggested as you nodded your head.

Jack led the way to the backyard before holding the door open with a simple “After you”.

You sat on the couch next to the fire pit, leaving Jack to sit next to you.

You sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the calming breeze the morning had brought. That peace was interrupted when Jack cleared his throat and turned to face you.

“I want to start with an apology. I genuinely had no idea that you even felt neglected yesterday. I was a shit friend and I shouldn’t have ditched you for someone else. I know I messed up. And I’m sorry that it’s taken me til now to realize how you feel towards me. All this time I thought it was just you being friendly, I never knew you liked me. I was so confused by what you meant yesterday that the realization didn’t click until Luke & Quinn said it. I couldn’t believe the fact that I had been the one to hurt you and I will forever be sorry for that”

Jack looked into your eyes, and he swears he could see your heart shatter into a million pieces at every word. God, how he wishes he wasn’t the reason behind it.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were 6, Jack. I’ve spent years pining after you, only to watch you pine after every other girl on this planet. This summer was different though. You paid no mind to other girls and you treated me like I was yours, and I stupidly believed that things would change between us. That was until yesterday. You act all lovey with me one second and then suddenly I’m nonexistent the next” You watched the frown grow on his face as you spoke.

“I’ve never been in a relationship because I’ve been holding out hope for you, Jack. Hope for you to finally come to your senses and see that I’ve been here waiting for you this whole time, stupidly thinking that my chance will come” Jack stayed quiet as you let it all out.

“I’m in love with you, Jack. I have been for the longest time and I really shouldn’t be” You cried into the hands as he stared at you in silence.

“Y/n/n…” Jack was at a loss for words. He didn’t know you felt that strongly about him, or that you watched everything unfold from the sidelines of his life.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/n/n”

“It’s okay, Jack. I’ll be fine, I’ll get over it. I just don’t know if I handle anymore heartbreak” You sobbed as Jack brought you into his embrace, holding you in his arms.

Despite you feeling this hurricane of emotions, his arms still felt like home to you. He felt like home.

“I hope I’m not too late” He whispered softly, causing you to remove yourself from is hold, a look of confusion spread across your face.

“Huh?” You sniffled as you wiped your nose.

“I’ve been in love with you from the moment I met you. Not even, the second I saw you holding that little bear of yours as you walked into your new house, I knew you were someone special. Someone who would be the only consistent person in my life besides my family. I always thought you saw me as a friend and never anything more, hence all the failed relationships. I’ve tried to get over you so much since I thought you’d never return the feeling. I looked for you in other girls, but none of them were you, so they never lasted. You have been the only person I have truly wanted since we were 6, Y/n/n. I now know that you’ve felt the same this entire time, and I have somehow misread everything for 16 years. The timing of this is horrible and I’m afraid I may be too late, but please know I do love you, Y/n/n. I always have & I always will” Jack confessed as he held your hand in his.

You searched his eyes for some sign of this being a sick and twisted joke, a prank that would forever haunt you and ultimately be the end of your friendship with the boy.

But you found none of that. You found love & hope & sadness. He hoped that the love he had for you was enough to fill the hole of sadness that he had accidentally burned into your heart. He hoped that you would forgive him and give him a chance to redeem himself.

A shy smile appeared on your face before you removed your hands from his to wipe the tears on your face, and the tears that were slowly trickling down his.

“I love you too, J. You’ll always have a chance” A goofy smile took over your face as the boy brought you into a tight hug, holding you there for what felt like an eternity.

After who know how long, he finally pulled away and let you breathe.

“I’m so happy right now that I could kiss you, but I won’t solely because we just made up and I’m not trying to ruin my chances & lose you again”

“Oh shut up” You placed both hands on the sides of his face & pulled him for a kiss.

The world felt like it had stopped but like it was also spinning simultaneously. The butterflies you got in your stomach when his lips touched yours felt heavenly.

Jack, who was a little taken aback by the kiss, immediately kissed you back once he realized what was happening. One of his hands found its way to your face and the other at your hip.

You wish you could live in this moment forever, and you genuinely believed you could, that is until you heard cheering coming from behind you. You both pulled apart to see Quinn, Luke, Cole, Trevor & Nico all cheering from the patio.

“THEY FINALLY DID IT!!!” Trevor shouted as he jumped up and down.

“Hurt her again, Hughes & you’re gonna regret it” Nico said before making his way back inside the house. You looked back to Jack to see him gently caressing the back of your hand.

“Wouldn’t even think about it” he smiled as he pressed a kiss to your temples, holding you closer than ever before.

[l0serloki]

Early Mornings

(Chamber, Yoru, Phoenix, Breach)

A/N : There will be a part two to this with the valorant women. I'm finishing it up now and will link it here when it's done!

masterlist + part two

Chamber :

He’s quick to get up but very handsy. He knows you both need to get dressed but he can’t help himself.

“You’re too tempting mon amour. You cannot blame me.” 

He will help you get dressed as well if you ask. He enjoys picking things out for you to wear. (He also enjoys taking them off later in the day.)

Very soft and gentle. It’s only deserving for his little love.

Chamber’s warm hands rubbed against your cheek as his voice filled the silence. You groaned as you knew the daily routine he had set by now.

“Darling, you know you have to wake up.” He slowly peeled you back away from his embrace, your eyes adjusting as you woke up. In the past you had hated getting out of bed. It was cold and miserable and only meant you had to get up and actually do things. But with Chamber it hadn’t been as bad.

“There we are.” The Frenchman cooed into your ear as he helped you sit up, his palms digging into your shoulders. Your body relaxed against his touch as he eased you further up and to the side of the bed. 

“Would you like me to get you some clothes?” His voice was soft as he finally stood up, leaning down to leave a kiss against your forehead. You only nodded as you stretched out. 

His nimble hands slid on your top, leaning down to give you a kiss every time he had to move you. You only smiled as you enjoyed the intimacy. He could’ve dressed you up in a clown suit and it would’ve been worth it. 

Yoru :

He will be cranky. And complain about his ‘personal heater’ leaving him. (He will pull you back into bed multiple times before getting up.)

Half the time he won’t get up. He will convince you that any obligations either of you had are not worth it. Why would he bother with other people anyways?

When he does get up he will mumble curses under his breath. He will be grumpy for another two hours before he fully wakes up.

“Don’t.” Yoru grunted as your hand moved up his chest to wake him up. Turns out, the grumpy man was already sentient.

“Baby you know we need to get up. We promised Phoenix to help him on that mission today..” You whispered out and he turned to face you. Yoru’s arm wrapped around your torso, forcing you into his chest. You accepted your fate as you got comfortable against him.

“When have I ever listened to Phoenix?” He chided as his grip got even tighter. It would be futile to fight with him so you might as well get a bit more sleep....

Phoenix :

“Babe, five more minutes..” 

It’s never five more minutes and if you don’t drag him out of bed.. he will oversleep.

Once you finally pull him out of bed he’s full of life. He’s jumping around and pulling you against him as he presses kisses to your cheeks.

“Phoenix we have a mission today..” You groan as you smack your pillow into the man's head. He only grunted in response, throwing up his hand to give you a sarcastic middle finger.

“The mission isn’t for like six hours babe.” Phoenix rolled over, rubbing his palms against his eyes. You only let out an annoyed sigh.

“Try two. We still haven’t gotten our guns ready either.” 

Phoenix’s eyes widen a bit as you tell the time. His hands move to push himself out of the comfortable sheets.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We’ve got to get ready!” He pulled you in for a chaste kiss before hopping up.

Breach :

He snores and does not wake up easily. 

You could push him off the bed and he most likely would still be asleep. It’s almost unnatural. 

When he does wake up he stretches out and sits in bed for a few minutes before he does anything. Usually he pulls you into his chest and lays his head on top of yours. (It’s one of his favorite things about waking up.)

“How the hell are you not awake?” You groan as Breach lays face first against the ground. His snores echo in the room as you climb off the bed and pull him back up.

“Huh?” The man finally seems to be jostled awake as you struggle to pull him back into the sheets. 

“We have to get up!” You choke out as he falls against you, pushing his weight onto your chest. He only gives you a little grin as he pecks at your chin.

“Do we? Why don’t you push me off?” He teased as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t possibly get rid of him when he was this needy.

[rednleafff]

You better explain why leo and usagi at first became bf/bf and then broke up and then bf/bf (I think)???

Why did they break up at first?

I will try my very best to explain my idea for the Leo & Usagi story line

It will be a messy ride cause there are some parts that are missing + my English is mid so buckle up.

(Important information beforehand: this is just the base idea- things might change- but for now- it is what it is)

GOOD? FUTURE - Leo & Usagi

A little bit about Usagi yuichi first:

He’s a rabbit Yokai from another dimension, who came to this reality cause apparently his grand-grandfather was a battle Nexus champion, and Usagi is going - or at least tries to go the same path that he did, and to become the greatest Samurai there is.

He has limited time on this earth to achieve his goals before he will need to go back.

(I’ll explain later the dimensions hopping thing)

But to his surprise- to become the battle nexus champion is much more difficult than he expected - and furthermore - staying in this dimension is harder too-! So he gets a job, Between his training and fighting in the Naxus. Yep- at the pizza restaurant-

From a samurai to a waiter-

And that’s when he meets-

Him 🙄

(Around season 2)

In the classic way of serving the turtles table, Usagi got the first glimpse of Leo and instead of sharing a joke or something, the two somehow end up arguing a little bit about something, and from that day,

It was hate from first sight <3

Usagi tried not to serve them specifically but the universe had other plans and he always ended up doing it, he even asked

“You guys don’t have other places to go to??”

Which Leo replied

“I wouldn’t suggest to tell your customers to go to other places - not great for the business” or something along the lines.

It didn’t got better when the rabbit found out they were Ninja’s as well, and that Leo specifically used a sword similar to him- like- this loud mouth, arrogant- Kappa???

They were more similar that they wanted to admit.

In Leo’s end, he thought messing with Usagi was more funny than actually disliking him? He wasn’t a fan of him don’t get him wrong, he tolerated him at most-

Until some shenanigans happen- I think Leo was on another adventure with hueso that involved Usagi somehow and the two ended up fighting along side each other-

Which Usagi hated fighting along side a ninja but Leo? He thought he was pretty cool- and even tried to befriend Usagi, but the rabbit didn’t want to waste his time on building friendships when his time here were limited, and he will probably will end up leaving and never seeing them again, so he brushed Leo off, which only causes Leo to annoy the hell out of him even more.

I believe it’s only the beginning point of Leo starting to look on Usagi in a more positive light, so no crushes yet-

And from this point forward, the two will meet more and more by accident- or fate- hehe- and fight alongside at times, until one point that Leo said he could take Usagi out with ease- (he actually meant it as a joke- but Usagi took it seriously) and excepted the challenge- cause he will gladly fight and WIN against Leo who- he totally didn’t learn to appreciate a little bit and absolutely didn’t maybe like the times the hang out together- even though most of the time he was his waiter or they where in a life and death situation- that’s not the point-

And that’s when they started to fight aka train together. Their first fight , I’m not sure yet who won actually hehe- BUT since their first fight together, Leo took notes on Usagi fighting abilities, you know- just in case, and in their first fight, Usagi noticed how well Leo predicts his moves, a little to well-! And that’s annoys him as well- cause he’s not predictable!! Or so he believes.

So from fighting it became training, it didn’t happen often, cause each had there own life, but if they did train, it wasn’t in the turtle lair, but on a building roof top or something, and usually by accidentally meeting each other cause to this point- they don’t have each-others phone numbers yet-

BUT EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE SHREDDER ATTACKED.

Usagi, used to see the turtles at leastttt once a week in a random pizza night, suddenly noticed he haven’t heard from them two or three weeks already. Not that he care or anything- they weren’t friends- or something- sure did he enjoy talking with the Red one the most and likes the orange one good energy? Sure sure, just a casual relationship nothing more. Did he get a weird side eye from the purple one that made him feel like he kinda hates his guts? Maybe- he didn’t like them either! They were Annoying as hell too-!

And sure, maybeeee it was nice to talk to someone once in a while, and train with another person, who for some reason kinda gets him but he also wants to push him off a building, his dumb, smug face and his stupid very un-funny (funny) jokes Leonardo might - not be as bad as he originally thought. But again, not friends or anything-

So he totally wasn’t absolutely relived when he saw the gang again , some bandages up, some not, but something felt different, they acted the same but with sense of tension between them. They didn’t elaborate why they were missing for so long- obviously- not friends- remember? But just knowing they were alright was enough for Usagi.

His and Leo’s next meeting was a bit different. The blue one came to the restaurant alone, which did happen sometimes, but instead of going to mess with his boss, or think which Pizza will be the best way to say “I’m sorry”, he just set there all by himself for sometimes now it actually made him feel somewhat bad for him so he tried to- well- he wasn’t sure.

He came up to him and they started to talk a little, it was clear Leo wasn’t in a mood cause he said something like

“Why do you even care?”

He didn’t-! He just tried- to be- nice!

So he went- only to comeback not even 5 minutes later cause ok maybe he did care a little bit-

And they talk for awhile, it’s probably their first conversation that Leo is so open with Usagi. About he’s new role as a leader, which Usagi thought was great-! Being a leader is an honorable position, but Leo explains to him why it didn’t make any sense- which was like??? Usagi was used to arrogant, high confidence, mr. can’t do no wrong cause he’s great in everything Leo and suddenly hearing him being so- unsure of himself- was - odd. So odd that Usagi had to say something- and maybe he came off a little strong with his opinion statement which was

“Are you a complete idiot?”

Sue him-! He did continue by saying that- even though sure Leo wasn’t perfect, from the moments he saw, he has all the qualities

Of a good leader. And the smug he got from Leo kinda made him want to punch him in the face, but they end it on a good tone, couple of pizza boxes to go and finally Leo asked for his number, because APPARENTLY they were friends- and they should be able to contact each other if needed.

The next couple of months, they trained more and more together, Leo may or may not, choose to- run away from a problem by - literally being away from the house when he could, that’s when these two started to get a little bit closer and Usagi told h about his plans with the battle Nexus. He in fact didn’t believe Leo when he told h that he’s a battle nexus champion -

But he was also worried for him, apparently he and a raph were fighting - well 9/10

Of the time. He didn’t want this role and act like that- and when Usagi tried to talk to him about it, Leo would brush it off by leaving or changing the topic.

So imagine to his surprise when one day- apparently something something- aliens attack the human world - something something- everything is ok now- and Leo doesn’t pick up his damn phone even though he was the one to insist to have each others phone numbers so they could communicate!!!

No pressure, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? He did and Usagi will never know? Pfff yea right.

Right?

He wasn’t pleased to say the least when he found out what happened. And what state all the turtle were. He didn’t know to much, just that they were a little bit to hurt to get outside at the moment. That new guy Casey Jr invited him to come and visit, which surprised April the human girl that was with him, APPARENTLY- Our dear fearless leader Leo, didn’t tell anyone- ANYONE- about him getting close to Usagi, or training together?? Talking like- for literally hours?? No? No one? Well apparently that Casey boy knows something- even though Usagi never met him before-

It was devastating to find out Leo’s state, even though he acted - alright , and i guess he went through some character development cause the air between the got a whole lot lighter :)

Leo was also surprised to see Usagi, and then getting a while lecture about the point of a phone, which he replied that he got kinda destroyed, so any complaints send it to the manager of the Kraang, which Usagi didn’t really understand what’s a Kraang, and Leo wasn’t so quickly ready to talk about it either.

Some might say that from this point, Leo was kinda into Usagi, seeing a more caring side of him, after kinda admiring his motivation and fighting skills. Which wasn’t so great cause Usagi didn’t feel the same yet. He was wayyy to focused on his goal which ok- cool but like an imagine having your goal and a boyfriend?

Leo didn’t push to hard even though his dear brothers teased the hell out of him about it.

Once again- shenanigans happens. This time, Usagi tries again and fails to in the last battle of becoming the champion, and so he starts to take the training much more seriously. He tries to tone down with every diversion, and just to focus on this one thing-

But alas Leo. And it will become a problem, cause Usagi doesn’t want to go back home a disappointment, and the stress starts to get to him. He has this weird feelings towards Leo that he avoids, and nothing goes right for him, so he might be a little snappy and agitated. Something something- after some drama , new realizations , help from Leo and understanding that- his path won’t be the same as his grand-grandfather and it’s ok to fail and it’s ok to have goals but not to let them consume you and make you push other people away- especially the one you love,

Love? Yep apparently he like Leo

Well shit.

Leo doesn’t know Usagi will have to leave eventually, Usagi doesn’t want to let this- whatever this thing that goes between them to keep growing cause it will be doomed eventually- it won’t work - it can’t work! And yet-

They end up dating after some heartfelt confessions, Usagi tells him about the fact he has to leave this dimension eventually, and Leo tells him that until then- they can make the most of it.

Meanwhile he and the other turtles, help Usagi to train better for the battle Nexus, and he wins in the end, becoming a champion and all- but-

He didn’t admit out loud be he wasn’t happy with it- it was his only reason to stay here and now that it’s over?

And Leo helped him with it knowing that it will probably end with them breaking up and never seeing each other again- so why? Why did he helped him?

“Because it’s important to you”

He said,

“And you’re important to me”

Since when he was such a romantic?

They are about 19 years old close to 20.

And the portal to Usagi’s worlds will open soon and the next one will open only couple years later if at all-

(The portal basically opens with some magical phenomenal from Yuichi’s world)

they act like everything is ok up until couple of days before Yuichi leaves.

They like to pretend like everything was ok, even though they both knew they will have to talk about it eventually.

And it happens the night he suppose to leave- Leo admits that- if they could do it all again, he wouldn’t wasted so much time on teasing and would have asked him out a lot earlier, which Yuichi replies with

“It wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t say yes”

And Leo would answer with

“I wouldn’t stop asking then until you would say yes”

Y: “that’s harassment”

L: potato tomato

Y: I’m pretty sure the saying is “ potato potatoes”?

They laugh it off and then they will actually talk, I won’t write the conversation just yet hehe

It will be the first time they both admit they actually love each other (rather then liking)

Leo doesn’t ask him to stay, he can’t, ask him to give up his family for him.

Yuichi wants him to ask him to stay but he’s not sure he could really say yea to that-

It was doomed from the start, and they both knew that.

Fast forward ~

5 years later

Who’s back in town?

Out rabbit that right.

There are 2 portals with a gape of 2 weeks between them so he decides to come and visit -

The last couple of years

We’re

Something that’s for sure.

And he’s very very surprised seeing Leo with a freaking human baby-

But it’s very odd to talk to Leo suddenly. He really did change- and so did he.

He goes home after these 2 weeks

And thinks. About everything. About his life, about his goals, dreams, wants.

And in all of them he thinks about Leo.

The next time he visits it’s 2 years later. Yummi - the baby- is 4 years old and she’s a cheeky little girl, which isn’t surprising if Leo raised her.

This time the next portal will open only half a year away- and close for at least another 6 years-

In that time he’s doing a lot of thinking

Serious thinking about his future

Present

And past.

About everything.

One evening, the three of them are coming back home- Leo’s home- after some shenanigans. Leo has to play the soundtrack of high school musical 2 cause Yummi recently watched the movies and is very much obsessed with the songs + music in the car is a very effective way to make her sleepy. and the mission succeed! She falls asleep, leaving the other too with the tuns of “gotta go my own way” from the second movie- which they sing together very passionately cause nothing beats karaoke night !!

Just to make it clear- they are no longer together, they are “just friends”

They get home, Yuicihi putting her to bed while Leo checks up on splinter who’s also asleep and then comes back to Yummi’s room where Yuichi is still there, saying something like

“Thank you for the help, you really don’t have to do all this”

And Yuichi answers

“Of course I do. She’s important to you, and you’re important to me”

They talk a little bit more after that-

And come to the conclusion that they might - can - if the other one wants - to try - maybe - date -

Again ?

And when Leo asked him about returning to his own dimension, Yuichi replies that- he would like to stay as long as Leo is willing to have him here-

And from that point onwards- they are together again- :>

There is more stuff in the future but I digress-

Wow that was longer then I expected it to be- ops-

I hope everything is written clear enough- hehe

[bucknastysbabe]

Hey I thought for a long time and this is what I came up with Do you remember the moment when various lords come to woo Rhaenyra in Dragonstone? So. Could you write something where Rhaenyra's daughter (Strong girl, of course) is in the same situation where her mother and Daemon are trying to find her a groom. And she's terribly bored and awkward and disgusted by all these idiots who are just annoying. But then an unexpected character appears who wants her hand and heart. who could it be? Aemon? Aegon? JACAERYS?! choose who you want)

Why not all three dear anon😏 I want to develop more on Jace anyways. I know we’ll get more of his dutiful ass in S2. My Aegon loving hopped out but here you go, thanks for asking and enjoy mwah xoxo

Winner takes All

The bastard’s ball, the mummer’s called it down in Flea Bottom. The occasion was reminiscent of Rhaenyra’s revolving door of the lords of Westeros. She ended up marrying her cousin of course. Now her daughter is of age, striking and witty at 8 and 10 years. Though the whispers still ran on account of her thick curls of dark brown. Some dare would say she had her father’s curls and usually got their tongue cut out for it.

But today was going to be a good day, whether the Velaryon was ready for it or not. She huffed while Baela and Rhaena along with a slew of handmaidens prettied the girl up. She grumbled, “Do I have to be so layered in finery I cannot move? They’re after my station, not the girl who carries it.”

Baela laughed, chestnut hands twisting the other’s hair into elaborate braids, “Who knows? Maybe some grumpy northron lord might change his mind when he sees the jewel of the Velaryons.” Rhaena added, “You’re the most beautiful maiden in the kingdoms!”

She rolled her eyes at the eager cousins.

“Wait until they see my brown hair and turn running,” she waved her hands, “Bastard! Bastard!” Some of the maidens gasped, scandalized at the blunt words. Baela hissed, snatching the girls ringed hand, “Don’t fuel the fires even more, dimwit!” She apologized quickly, “Sorry Baela, but you’re pure and more beautiful than I, Rhaena too.”

The princess settled back down into her braiding and sighed, “I know I have a choice in the matter but it all seems so…forced.”

Rhaena singsonged, “Love will find a way!”

Later the princess stood before the great Iron Throne. A dais was set for her to accept the line of lords. Her sworn sword, Ser Willis Fell, stood quietly behind. Rhaenyra and Daemon had her cornered up. The girl snapped, “I feel like I’m at a Lyseni whore auction.”

Daemon’s thin lips quirked as he laughed, “This is a much more grand affair than that, princess.”

Rhaenyra shook her head and pulled her daughter into a hug, stroking her back in soothing circles. She murmured, “I was just as distraught as you were then. Make light of the boys if you can. There’s no chance of intermarriage this time, sweetling.” The younger princess nodded grimly, clinging to her mother.

Daemon snorted derisively at the sound of boots approaching. Rhaenyra and her daughter turned to look at the hand, Otto, his face stern as ever. Rhaenyra sniffed, “I didn’t realize this was a matter for the hand considering it is my daughter.”

Otto hummed, tapping his pin, “Any occurrences revolving around the royal family and it’s dealings need the hand to be here.”

Daemon hissed under his breath, “Green bitch sent em’.”

The princess bowed customarily but her gaze held no warmth for the scheming worm. Otto was a nuisance, seeking to usurp her mother’s birthright for decades. She said, “Lord Hand, you may stand over there and offer consul if needed.” The lean man briskly nodded and took place by Ser Fell.

Rhaenyra hand swept back the princess’s flyaway curls with a soft smile— just for them only. She whispered, “Give them fire and blood, mayhap a smile, my girl.” Daemon leaned on Dark Sister and boomed, “Let the little lords parade begin!”

Otto’s face grew pinched as the others stifled a laugh. She noted surprisingly that Jace wasn’t present, the elder protective brother that he was. The princess stood proud, straightening her shoulders higher than the rigid queen could and beamed at the men filtering into the court. Queen Alicent and Helaena had slunk to the side of the hall, curious to see what the match may entail. Schemer.

The first lord was a young lad, mouth open in awe of the Velaryon’s dress. It was a fine piece of dark tiretaine wool, embroidered with the turquoise stones to emphasize her heritage. Similarly colored jewelry covered her ears and wrists, save the blood red ruby encrusted dragon on her ring finger.

The boy was decked in the garb of the Darklyn’s. The red fusily with the black and yellow diamonds. The princess scoffed and looked to Daemon. The boy chattered, “I have a strong family and a formidable keep to aid m’lady.”

The princess was mortified having to publicly shun the poor thing but said, “Thank you Lord Darklyn, I wish to bear children sooner.” Daemon waved the boy away curtly to start the whole charade over again. Another child. Great.

The parade went on and on, old men, fat men, crippled, so many boys, and even a damn hedge knight. Ser Willis handled that. The princess was going to self combust into dragon fire. Maybe if her dragon was here it would be a quicker affair.

“Next,” called Otto.

A lean, imposing figure stalked up to the dais. The gait looked familiar. He was hooded and knelt primly at her feet. Willis and Daemon drew steel, demanding to stay back.

“It’s only family, uncles,” came a bitter laugh.

The man yanked down his hood, thick silvery strands tumbling down to cascade across broad shoulders. Gasps echoed in the great hall. The smirking face of Aemond Targaryen glanced up at the young princess. He hummed, “I thought I would try my hand at claiming your beauty and uniting the rift between our family.”

Rhaenyra glared daggers at Alicent, spitting in accusation, “Do you think this is a farce? Shame on you!”

Alicent hollered back, “I had no such intentions for this!”

Otto slammed his hand down on a table, commanding the room. The princess yelped in surprise, utterly confounded at the entire situation.

Aemond? Her uncle that hated her family so? The Aemond whose eye was gouged by young Luke. It had to be a cruel jest. The elder prince no much than gave her a curt nod around the keep. She turned to Daemon for guidance. The rogue prince drawled, “Let the princess see if the wretch is worthy of her hand. A skilled warrior, that is all I shall add.”

The princess tapped her thumb on a plump bottom lip in thought. Aemond’s intense gaze held her own— bringing a flush to her cheeks. She said, “The matter of what our families bring to the table is out of discussion then,” she raised a brow, “What inspired this brave attempt at betrothal to the Black’s you hate?”

The brown haired girl flicked her hair, “Certainly not my silver locks or anything, your grace.”

A couple of onlookers laughed, Aemond’s sculpted lips grew pinched at the raucous.

One-eye sniffed airily, chin held high in defiance as he said, “I find your darker curls quite handsome,” he smirked, “You’re intelligent— something I can match you with, hāedar. Much better than these simple spring boys scrambling in their mud-keeps.”

The princess’ lips curled up in a pleased manner. She extended her hand, the ruby catching in the light like a cut wound. Aemond took her dainty hand and kissed the ring with reverence. He beckoned her to lean forward. He murmured into the girl’s ear, “The greens, the blacks. I say nay- let us unite with fire and blood like days of old, my princess.”

Rhaenyra’s perfect baby girl, or once was, grinned wildly down at the stoic prince. Otto and Alicent stared on in horror, same as the Realm’s Delight. Daemon giggled and covered his mouth. Ushering Aemond to stand she turned to her sworn sword.

“Ser Willis? Do you find this to be a suitable match?”

He paused, awkwardly clearing his throat before stating, “The dragon riding and genius of you two is unmatched. I’d say it would be a wondrous union.”

Aemond’s eye carefully crept along her face in anticipation. She demanded haughtily, “Then I have decided. Aemond and I shall wed. Do announce it Lord Hand.” Otto and Rhaenyra simultaneously sputtered and were silenced when the princess spat, “I said announce it!” Otto did so with a frown.

In the midst of the clapping she mused, “What a surprise, dear Uncle. I thought your heart was only held for Vhagar.” They held hands and smiled at the happy crowd. Aemond replied, “Hm. It was time to tame another dragon.” He squeezed her palm gently, a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

The poor Glover boy opened his mouth but didn’t get the chance to speak. From the entrance of the Great Hall came loud yelling and scuffling of boots. Daemon cocked his head from behind the young lady, hand flying to Dark Sister.

“Out of the way! I am your damn prince!”

Manic giggling ensued. The princess scoffed in annoyance. She knew exactly who the perpetrator was. Stupid Aegon and his stupid never ending affections. He declared his love for the princess in his cups only to proceed to smash that down in the pillow houses. She wanted to keep the pretty blonde to herself. Like a pet.

A disheveled Aegon appeared with a throughly exasperated Ser Criston. It appeared the prince had even been bathed and dressed— although still drunk as a Braavosi sailor. He shoved the Darklyn boy aside and declared angrily, “How come no one told me about this?”

Rhaenyra snapped, “Willis? Cole? Someone get this drunkard out of here, for the love of the Seven.” Alicent palmed her forehead in embarrassment, the pregnant Helaena smiling in amusement. Otto Hightower rumbled, eyes bulging in wrath, “Prince Aegon, this is unseemly. Do you forget your betrothal to Lady Floris Baratheon?”

Now halfway perched on the wide-eyed Glover lad Aegon snorted, “Ah yes! The illiterate stag bitch,” he waved his ringed fingers, “I come to claim the hand of my beautiful, intelligent, shapely, fiery Dragon niece.” Ser Criston yanked the prince aside, Aegon yelping and stumbling. All eyes turned to the princess in question.

Rhaenyra hissed in her ear, “I will send him out— just say the word. Foolish drunk has played with your heart for years. You’d be even more so the fool if you listen to this proposal.”

The girl sucked in a breath, shrugging off her mother. She spat, “If you would profess your emotions soberly I might consider it,” she sighed, “Bloody beautiful fool.” The brown-haired princess felt her heart constrict at Aegon’s sorry nature, she’d always been so endeared by his inability to fake an emotion. Aegon wore his heart on his green sleeve, no matter how intoxicated.

All Aegon had to do was flash his violet doe eyes and tremble his pretty lips and she was hooked. (Again.) Ser Criston had the prince by the scruff and hissed not-very-quietly, “A betrothal with the Strong? You must be really brain dead.” Spite settled over the girl’s pretty face, hands balling up to dig into her palm. She sat back in the chair adorned with dragons and stated, “Go on your grace, make your point and make it good. Back off Ser Criston.”

Daemon sauntered over to the embittered Dornishman and shoved him off with a playful grin. Aegon laughed in the white knight’s face before being drug forward on bruised knees with an ungainly cry by his uncle. The rogue prince gave Aegon another push and snickered, “Best of luck,” Daemon winked, “cunt.”

The tension in the air could be sliced with a blade. The princess leaned forward with a cat-like smirk, full lips temptingly pouty. She purred, “Why should I take you to be my husband? They think you’ll kill me in my sleep and usurp my mother’s gods given throne.”

Aegon shook his pale curls vehemently, “No, no, I don’t want the throne— never have. M’not fit for rule.” He clasped his hands and shook, begging, “Y’know I’ve always loved you, swear it by the seven!”

Alicent was held back by Helaena much to the Queen’s chagrin. Rhaenyra audibly scoffed at her pathetic half-brother. He knew how to worm his way into her daughter’s good graces— the girl craved complete and utter domination. Wanted a challenge to have it. Aegon was the challenger.

The princess cooed, “You say you love me but drown in whores. I’ll have your cock cut off for adultery if you stray, Uncle. You’ll be mine and mine only.”

He whimpered, “I’d only be your consort, loyal to you. Promise!”

With a swish of black wool the dark haired princess stood up. She announced, “One day for a break to see if Prince Aegon is true to his word,” she frowned, “Sober.” She clapped, commanding the rest of the hall, “If he is still willing, I will be taking his hand. Thank you.”

Aegon cracked a teary smile, clambering to her feet. The blacks and the greens swarmed behind, rife with plots and outright fear. The princess smiled and cooed at Aegon, petting his pretty silver locks. She wanted her progeny to have the same.

She stood from the chair, bored expression morphing into confusion. The hooded figure in front of the princess was familiar— the same body she’d been around since birth. Rhaenyra knew too, mother and daughter exclaiming, “Jacaerys!”

Off came the hood and the girl’s darling brother gazed up, putting on a stern face. The princess asked, “Brother, why are you here? I thought- the North? Our cousins?”

His plump lips twitched, dark eyes searching her own. He knelt to one knee and declared, “I can’t sit back and let my lovely baby sister get whipped away by some old lecher! I want to wed her as our ancestors did. Keep the line pure, us dragonriders are closer to god than men.”

While speaking, the handsome youth kept his gaze directly on the princess. The adults were perplexed. Rhaenyra held an amused look, she had a feeling her two held more than simply sibling affections for one another. Jace watched the girl like a hawk and often got into scraps defending her honor.

Otto hummed, “Aegon is wed to Helaena, I see no reason why not.”

Daemon spat, “Because you want more silver heads to usurp the throne.”

Their voices began to raise as the princess shouted, “Let me speak! This is my choice!” She climbed down to Jace, caressing his lightly stubbles cheek, grinning wildly. The elder fondly looked down, a gloved hand on her shoulder. Rhaenyra would lie later about shedding a tear.

Jace murmured so low just for them both, “I want you, to care and love, to ride our dragons, rule the Seven Kingdoms as Jaehaerys and Alysanne. With honor.”

Tears swam in her eyes. “I love you. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Jace pulled her into a hug and Ser Willis, ever knowing of his princess’ wants, shouted, “The betrothal has been secured.” The crowds were half annoyed, the other half cheered. The princess didn’t care, this was all that she wanted. She captured his pretty lips in a kiss, praising the Seven.

[twink-between-worlds]

pond

got impatient. woe, fic be upon ye

the format is fucked up (read; not indented) because tumblr was pissing me off. and i cannot fight with it at 2am. we might fix it later

ao3 ; x

Legend is a man of many talents. He has a lot of hobbies and skills, all picked up over his many years of adventuring. ..but sometimes, he surprises himself with what he can do. It’s a little intimidating, to think you know what you’re capable of just to be informed you can do something you’d never even considered, but…it is what it is. It’s best to just accept it when it happens.

That being said, Legend isn’t used to the fact these strange, rabbit-like creatures in Wild’s era seem to like him. A lot.

Rupee stuck around, following close behind Legend whenever they walked anywhere—as if he was afraid Legend would disappear if left alone for one minute. For a little while, this was cute—Rupee would even trail after Four, sometimes—but eventually ‘cute’ became ‘annoying’, and Legend kind of wishes the rabbit-creature would stop toddling after him all the time.

“Ledge, your lil friend is trying to get your attention,”Four spoke up quietly, not looking up from whatever book they’re reading. Wild had given it to them as a birthday gift, when he’d learned Four’s birthday had passed without the smithy saying anything. He also made Four a cupcake, despite the smithy’s protests.

Four shared it with Legend and Rupee later on. Rupee seemed confused at the idea, but had eaten his third of it after Legend had. Legend noted that it was carrot cake, and that he absolutely needs to get that recipe from Wild before this adventure is over.

Sometimes, Rupee will run off and find things to bring Legend, and other times he all-but-drags Legend with him to show the veteran something. It’s a little endearing, and sometimes Rupee finds some interesting stuff. That’s only sometimes, though.

In the span of a few weeks—he thinks, anyway. It’s a little hard to tell—he’d gained the attention of three more bluepees, none of which stayed too long but were present enough to have been named Koholint, Puddles and Blueberry (that last one came from Four. He’d let the smithy name her when they were upset one night) respectively.

Much like Rupee, however, they fussed over Legend too much. He’ll say he doesn’t know why they do it, but he does, and he hates it.

Just because his bunny form is a little…smaller than the average bunny, doesn’t mean he’s a baby.

Legend sighed. “What’s up, Rupee?”He tilted his head at the creature, groaning in annoyance when Rupee pawed at his leg before turning and hopping a small distance away, before stopping and turning to see if Legend was following.

Looks like he wants Legend to follow. Reluctantly, Legend stood up. “If the others ask, I’m just taking a walk. Rupee wants to show me something.”

“Okay. Be careful, vet.”

“Will do.”He hums, turning and following Rupee as he began to lead the veteran somewhere.

Belatedly, Legend realises that his sword is still with Four, but he doesn’t think he’ll need it. Not really. Rupee doesn’t drag Legend anywhere dangerous—hell, half of the time they don’t even go too far from wherever the chain had set up camp anyways.

Rupee kept going, occasionally slowing down to see if Legend was still following and allowing him to catch up before hopping off in front again. How considerate.

Honestly, Legend doesn’t know why he bothers entertaining it when Rupee leads him away; but no matter how much he questions himself, he still chooses to follow. If asked, he’ll deny the fact he questions himself on it. Nobody needs to be inside his head, except the ones already there. “...you’re not serious here,”Legend sighed out, watching as Rupee disappeared, appearing in a puff of blue smoke at the top of a nearby cliff. “You want me to climb up there? With these bones? No way in hell.” …he climbs up the cliff anyways. He’s admittedly curious about why Rupee wants him up there in the first place. Once he’s safely made it up, Rupee begins to lead him along again, stopping every so often so Legend can catch up. They don’t travel much further, as Rupee leads Legend into a clearing with a pretty tree and a pond in the centre. Vaguely, Legend recognises that this place reeks of magic. It doesn’t feel hostile, though, just…curious. “Okay, Rupe. What’re we here for?”He kneels down to the bluepee cautiously. In return, Rupee nudges his hand, and Legend belatedly realises that Rupee was trying to comfort him. He’s not leading Legend anywhere else, now, just sitting with him and nuzzling up to him. He still seems to think Legend needs to be comforted. Legend would be mad if it wasn’t Rupee. But it is, so he doesn’t, and instead settles onto the grass with him. He has to admit, this place is calming. It’s quiet, and absolutely soaked in protective magic. It’s safe. Even if the magic here feels curious, like it’s trying to figure out who and what Legend is, it doesn’t seem like whatever it’s coming from seems to be hostile. The veteran relaxes, running his fingers through the glowing blue fur of his little companion. Rupee seems to appreciate it. Legend doesn’t relax like this often. At home, he does. He has plenty of animals back home that he can do this with, he just…doesn’t do it while adventuring. His ears twitch. Something blue moves near the pond, but it’s too small to be a bluepee. It’s…a horse, he thinks. But it’s…not a horse. He knows what a horse looks like. He has one of his own at home. Twilight’s got his horse, Epona, with them. This is a horse, but it’s…not.

It has a similar glow to the bluepees, and Legend registers that the magic he felt earlier is coming from this being. How weird. The horse-thing seems to stare at Legend, and all he can do is stare back. He swears this thing has more eyes than it should. It has antlers, too, sort of like the ones that the bluepees have. After a solid, uncomfortable minute, it takes a step closer. And closer, up until it’s right in front of the veteran. Legend stares at it, before slowly standing up. He never takes his eyes off of the creature, and doesn’t even think about moving too quickly. Once he’s standing, he offers a hand out to the creature. He can feel the aura from the thing. It’s curious. Protective. “I’m gonna call you Pond,”Legend decides, once the…horse (he’ll keep calling it a horse, for now) nudges into his hand. “I don’t have any food with me.”He mumbles. “I’m sorry.”He does feel a little bad about it, but how could he have known?

Pond seemingly doesn’t mind. He spends a while just,,,sitting there, in the presence of a fluffle of bluepees and Pond. It’s…nice. Their presence almost feels healing, as he doesn’t seem to have a single complaint about how his body feels. Eventually, though, he realises that he did sort of leave without telling anyone except Four, and they might be getting worried now. “Rupe, we have to go,”Legend sighs. He doesn’t want to. He sort of just wants to stay here. Rupee hops up, though, and Legend pulls himself off of the ground. He turns to Pond, and runs his fingers through their mane. “I have to go now, Pond. It was nice to meet you.” Pond doesn’t seem happy. Makes a sound of protest that Legend’s only ever heard from Pepper, when he does something that she doesn’t like. “I know,”He frowns. “I’m sorry. I would stay if I could.”And he would. He would spend so much longer here if he was able. Pond seems to make a decision. Starts trotting away from the body of water, towards where Rupee is sitting. Legend, confused but needing to go that way anyways, follows. This is how he finds himself walking down a beaten path with a bluepee and a strange, horse-like creature who feels like a deity. This is how he finds himself back at camp, still with the two in tow. “Hey Ledge, enjoy your—”Wild cuts off, staring behind him. “This is Pond,”Legend informs. Then, “Do you know what it is…? I think it’s a horse? But it’s not.” “That’s—Legend, that’s the lord of the mountain.”Wild blinks rapidly. “That’s basically a minor god. How did you..” “Oh. Pond just kinda followed us back.” “Pond.”He wheezes, and Legend thinks he might be dying for a second. “You somehow befriended a minor god, and you named it Pond?” Legend pouts. “I think it’s a good name.” “For a pet, maybe.” Legend frowns and turns to Pond. “Do you like the name I gave you, or do you want something else? Nudge once for you like it, twice for you want a new one.” Pond nudges him once. “See? Pond likes it!” “Vet. You’re back.”Four hums, wandering over to scoop Rupee up into their arms, tilting their head at Pond. “Made a new friend?” “Yeah. Named ‘em Pond. Wild says they’re a minor god. Cool, right?” “So cool.”Four nods, petting Rupee. “Is that what Rupee wanted to show you?” “Yeah.”Legend fetches an apple from his bag, feeding it to Pond as he speaks. “There’s a little pond up on that hill. Pretty tree. There’s a lot more bluepees there, and that’s where Pond was.” Four hums, still holding Rupee as they step a little closer to Pond, tilting their head curiously. Legend notes that Four stays behind him, as if Pond might get spooked by Four’s very existence. “So creepy…Pond is so cool. Can we keep them?” “If they’re a god like Wild says…we shouldn’t, no. Pond really didn’t like the idea of me leaving their side, though. Like. Got so upset when me and Rupee went to leave that they followed us all the way back.” Four whistles. “Damn. Hey, can we swap Epona out for Pond? Pond looks cooler.” “Four!”Sky scolds with a frown. “I’m joking~ Relax. We can have both.” “You can’t keep the lord of the mountain!”Wild whines. Despite Wild protesting it, though; Pond hangs around the group for the rest of their time in this era, hovering over Legend and Rupee. Wild accepts this.

Later, he tells Legend that he’s lucky to be able to befriend Pond—who, Wild reveals, is actually called Satori—so easily. Legend doesn’t get it, though. Never does. He’s not really that lucky. Animals just like him. Wild throws something at him when he says that. Genuinely throws his soup ladle at the veteran, while the others laugh about it. Distantly, Legend wonders why animals trust him so easily. It can’t just be because he’s sometimes a bunny. It’s weird, but welcome. He does need to look into it, though. Preferably before he accidentally befriends another deity.

[uvobreakmylegs]

So sorry you aren’t feeling well! Here are some of my own thoughts about diff Yandere taking care of a sick lil darling…I hope you feel better! I’m so sorry if this violates any rules <3

Feitan is the worst, just, not really getting it and why you need anything except a blanket or oatmeal…He thinks it’s cute but he stays away even more because he thinks you’ll start screaming or something if he makes you angry

Paku obviously treats you like royalty, Obviously wants to give you even MORE that normal. She thinks you’ll die if you move a muscle for anything that isn’t the bathroom or to stretch

Chrollo isn’t…terrible..per se, He’s still annoying but he will let you have whatever you need! As much as he loves irritating his darling he still has some semblance of care so he hops to it and gets you some basic stuff, he may let you get pretty much anything as long as you say it nicely

Uvo might not believe you at first, He thinks it’s a plot to get away from him for a moment since he can get clingy but once you start crying or throwing up or even having trouble doing things he’s immediately sitting you down on the couch near the tv with as many blankets as he can find. He might almost behead you throwing a carton of ice cream at you

Shalnark has been watching you since the moment you woke up, he knows you’re sick, he will have the stuff ready when he gets back later that day with no explanation. It’s creepy but appreciate the effort of him Atleast getting you some of those pastries from grocery stores! He could be worse :)

I really do hope you feel better, Periods are the worst! Being sick on top of that doesn’t sound very fun to say the least. Drink lots of water!

Aahhhhh thank you! I'm doing a lot better! And this doesn't violate any rules at all! I really appreciate that you sent this in❤️

Throwing in the other PT yanderes for fun since you inspired me:

Machi is at the ready with various medicines if you should need them, and she'll check in on you frequently and sit with you if that's what you want. Her only downside is that her bedside manner is a little rough around the edges

You're in pretty good hands with Phinks. He might hover a bit too much, but he's a good cook and he'll know what foods to give you that won't upset your stomach

Franklin and Bonolenov aren't terrible, but if your illness is bad enough they'd probably call up one of the troupe (Machi) to ask for advice. Franklin is ordering out foods that are safe for you to eat since he can't cook for shit and doesn't want to make your illness worse

Shizuku is good at taking care of you, but if your illness is one that's contagious, she ends up sick just as you get better on account of how often she cuddled with you during the time you were bedridden

As for Nobunaga and Hisoka...... Don't get sick around either of them. They're bad at taking care of other people and things will get worse before they get better

Bonus yanderes:

Razor and Morel have similar methods of keeping an eye on you when you're sick by way of leaving one of their nen beasts behind with you. Razor has Number Zero stay with you and Morel uses Deep Purple to form a soldier to look over you. In both situations it's good for you since you have help if you need it and if anything goes really wrong, both Razor and Morel will know immediately and can get back to you as soon as possible

(thank you again for your nice message!❤️❤️❤️)

[megu-meow]

i can't lose you either - megumi fushiguro

megumi x fem. reader

Summary: Megumi often tends to risk his own life to save yours.

"You can't just sacrifice your own life to save mine, Fushiguro!" your tears are running down your face like rainfall, breaking Megumi's heart even more. He hates seeing you cry, especially when he's the cause of your tears. Moreover, he can't recall the last time you addressed him so coldly, you always call him either Gumi or Megumi-chan, the annoying nicknames sounding sweet and loving coming from you.

He knows that if he stays right now he will say something even more hurtful, he would break your heart with words he doesn't mean, but his anger and annoyance might bring them out of him. So he doesn't say a word. He picks his jacket up from your bed and leaves your dorm, closing the door carefully. He swore he would never get angry or aggressive with you, he would never raise his voice, he wouldn't do anything to scare you. He just leaves you in your dorm room, with your tears that seem to have doubled in number since he walked out the door.

An hour passes and you fall asleep with puffy cheeks and eyes, your face decorated with salty lines from crying. You wake up later in the night and notice that it's pitch black out and you haven't heard from Megumi since he left. You check your phone, you have a few messages from Gojo-sensei about the next day's lectures and some more from the shared group chat with the other first years, none from your boyfriend though. You even start questioning whether he's still your partner or not, the thought of the two of you breaking up making you even more upset.

So you get up, determined to make the first move towards resolving the issue at hand. You put on his hoodie, the one you stole from him a few weeks into dating, one that complements his porcelain skin and dark features. You love it most because it's cozy, perfectly oversized and somehow always smells like him. You walk out your room without even looking in the mirror as you shuffle all the way to his dorm, your head hanging low. For your surprise, he's not there. You ask Yuji, but he claims he hasn't seen him all day. You call Gojo who doesn't know anything about his whereabouts either and starts dramatically wailing on the phone claiming that "you have to make up because you two are the only reason why he believes in love".

You go to the kitchen, but he's not there either. You start to panic, it's getting way too late and he's nowhere to be found. You go through your contacts to check if there's someone else you could call and ask about his whereabouts. You stumble upon a phone number you haven't used in years and you quickly realise where he ran off to. You call Ijichi to give you a ride and he quickly agrees. As you leave the dorms his black car is already parked in front of the building, you quickly hop in and give him the address. You cannot see it, it's dark out and you are facing his back but he smiles widely, because he was the one to drop off Megumi at the destination hours ago and he knows you're the only one who could have figured out the boy's whereabouts, you're the only one who knows him well enough to do so.

As you arrive at your destination you don't even wait for Ijichi to park the car, you hop out thanking him for the ride and sprint into the building. You take the elevator to the right floor and softly knock on the 3rd door on the left. There's no response, so you slightly open it, seeing the bright light coming from the inside. You spot Megumi sitting on a stool, hunched over the bed, his hand intertwined with the unconscious girl's smaller one. Your lips curl into a soft smile from the picture in front of you. The door behind you clicks as it closes and Megumi bolts up from his slumber, his eyes quickly finding yours. His panicked gaze softens and he quickly gets up to embrace you in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, for walking out on you, I can't stand arguing with you and I didn't want to say anything to hurt you!" he rambles.

"I know, Gumi! I'm sorry too... You scared me, you didn't text me and no one has heard from you all day."

"I used to ask Tsumiki for advice on how to confess my feelings towards you. Then I asked her where to take you for our first date. Then I took her advice on what to get you for our anniversary. I needed her advice on how to make up to you today, but she's in a coma and she couldn't help me. I can't lose you too, y/n! I lost so many people in my life and I'm gonna lose many more. You can't be one of them, I'd rather die than live a life you're not in."

"I can't lose you either, Megumi! You're the most important person in my life, you can't leave me behind, Baka! I need you here, alive and well." you say looking deeply into his desperate eyes, the green orbs softening upon hearing your words.

That's the moment he realised saving your life by risking his own wouldn't solve anything. He has to be there for you, just as much as you he needs you there for him.

[forevfangirlwrites]

play stupid games, win stupid prizes chapter 22 (end)

A few days later finds both of them in the library so Annabeth can grab a book and Percy can watch her grab a book. Though the simple task of grabbing said book is made more complicated by Percy’s hand on her waist, then her back, and then down her arms and basically the boy won’t stop touching her.

Or pulling her in closer.

And she supposes this is what they mean by the honeymoon phase cause she doesn’t find herself getting too annoyed with him for it.

“Percyyy,” she whines, trying to hide her smile.

He doesn’t attempt to hide his. “Yeah?”

Like he gets to play innocent. She doesn’t try too hard to shrug him off as she finally finds the book and grabs it.

“Alright, we can leave now, which is clearly what you’ve wanted to do this entire time.”

“Not true,” he retorts. “I would enjoy pushing you up against—”

He cuts off as a group of people walk by. And if she isn’t mistaken, that blue streak is definitely Thalia’s hair.

Percy glances at her and she’s pretty sure he noticed too.

They peer around the shelves and sure enough Piper, Jason, Leo and Thalia are sitting at a table that is, thankfully, not in plain sight of where the two of them are.

“What the fuck?” Percy whispers as she pulls him back.

“Careful, don’t let them see you,” she whispers back.

“But what are they doing?”

“I need to get closer…but you shouldn’t be seen with me.”

“But I wanna know too,” he whines. She almost gives up her mission just to kiss the pout off his lips.

“I’ll meet you outside,” she tells him. “Even if they do see me, it’s not weird for me to be here.”

It’s clear by his pout that he’s upset that she’s right. But with another look from her, he quietly leaves the shelves while she tries to get closer without them seeing.

She hops over to the next row of shelves that gets her within hearing range of the conversation.

“—evidence to point that they are together,” Piper is saying when she is finally able to listen in.

What?

“So…” Thalia says slowly.

“So,” Piper says with more passion than before. “If I’m right, and I have presented my evidence, then they’re dating and hiding it from us!”

“You make some good points,” Jason says, probably to mostly be in support of his girlfriend.

Annabeth has no idea what Piper’s evidence is, but it’s clear that they are talking about her and Percy. Otherwise, they would have been invited to this group meeting.

“So they might be lying, which is rude, but what do we do?” Thalia asks.

The grin that makes its way on Piper’s face is actually a little scary.

“Well, first we see if I’m right, and that means…” she trails off, but Thalia is finally picking up what she’s trying to put down.

“We fuck with them.”

And that’s all Annabeth really needs to know. So before her luck runs out and she gets caught, she hightails out of the library to find Percy waiting around the corner.

“Well?” It’s clear he’s dying to know what’s going on.

But Annabeth is a bit busy gathering her thoughts, after all it takes two to play…

And she’s not half bad at games.

-.-

The next morning, Piper is at her locker earlier than normal, chatting away about Katie’s secret admirer like it’s a normal day. And like she hadn’t been planning on testing her best friend on a potential relationship just yesterday.

Honestly, Annabeth isn’t even mad, it’s going to be fun and she really shouldn’t be lying to their friends about said relationship anyway.

She’d discussed it with Percy afterwards and their plan culminated into basically messing with them back. And then to come clean because they’re both about ready to be done with the secrets anyway.

But why not have some fun while they can?

Sure enough, a minute later Jason and Percy are walking towards them.

“Piper, you forgot your notebook,” Jason says, clearly using it as an excuse.

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BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day four

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most of the time, you would consider yourself as pretty much smart. but now, oh, you felt really dumb. but how could you not think they were not dating? most of the time, boys aren't that into skinship with their friends... but hanbin literally just walked away with his arm around hao's waist.

"seems like you were a hanbin hater for no reasons... maybe you should try and give him a chance", mashiro tried to advice you.

"you know damn well she's into an another hanbin", yujin replied.

"the other hanbin", chaehyun sang with the melody of that one lana del rey song.

"and more importantly, i have other reasons to hate him", you said.

the girls all looked at you, waiting for you to explain yourself on what were the reasons. but, you know, it's only chapter four and i'm not willing to spill all the tea now. your eyes met the huge clock of the cafeteria, which was telling your class was starting in 10 minutes.

"well, i had enough of this bitch today, so we'll talk about this some other time. i gotta go."

mashiro heavily sighed, annoyed about the fact she could've note down the reasons you dislike hanbin so she could help him. but you were not willing to be late to class, so she was missing on that opportunity. a small voice in her head told her that maybe, maybe, she should also go to class, but she had no idea what class she was supposed to have now... so she might as well make sure she sees the chaos created by her own hands with her own eyes.

"wait, y/n!"

your eyes met your friend as she called you, and you simply hummed to let her know you were listening to her and pressuring her to talk quickly.

"you have photography class, right?"

"yeah! why?"

"i signed up for the new semester! let's go together!"

in fact, mashiro didn't sign up for shit, and you were kinda suspicious about the fact she did. but could you care less? you'd love to be with mashiro for that class!

i mean... with mashiro... a few seats further.

not that you had anything against your dear best friend, no, absolutly not. you signed up to the photography class once because you were interested in it. but it's also the place where you met the hanbin that made your heart beat because of something opposite to wrath. and as much as you like photography, remember you're a passive ass bitch who doesn't have much hobbies or passion for anything... except for flowers and now park hanbin. and photography class was great because your seat bestie was the said hanbin. you'd rather sit next to him whether or not mashi was there, and you'd rather be not too close to her because if you ever try to flirt... she won't let you live that down.

that's what you explained to her on the way, and she had no problem with that. the class officially starts at 2pm. however, since most people had their lunch break before this, even the teacher is usually around 10 minutes late. it's also park hanbin's case. he's the leader of the hip hop team and he usually uses the lunch break to practice by himself so he can teach his teammates easily later. since the room where he practices is a the complete opposite of the campus, he always arrive two minutes after the teacher. he never got reprimanded by the teacher for being literally twelve minutes late because there was two door to the classroom : one in the front, and one in the back. park hanbin would always enter through the back one and sit immediatly next to you since it was the closest to the back door. that's how destiny led you next to the boy that pleased your eyes whenever you saw him on the campus.

if the teacher and your crush, just like most of your classmates, were always late to this class, it was not your case. you're not a firm adherant to rules nor a very punctual person, but being late would mean someone could take your usual seat, and take away from you the opportunity to sit next to park hanbin.

that day was not any different than the others. the room was empty when you got in with mashiro. naturally, your feet led you to your cherished sit. you let your bag on the table as you peacefully sat and started to take out your material. mashiho went to sit at the row before the last one, but not in front of you. she wanted to see what was about to happen, so she took a seat a bit further.

as you were looking for the file that had all your previous lessons for this class on your laptop, you heard someone step into the class. you didn't pay much attention to it, uninterested in whoever just passed the door because there was no way it was the person you were waiting for. the footsteps started to be closer, and you finally heard the chair next to you be dragged backward a bit so the person could sit. it was not even 2pm yet...

"i didn't know you're taking this class."

i admit, you might be a little dramatic, because the horrified look you were wearing right now was absolutly unnecessary. from your face alone, people would think they were watching a horror movie (i mean not your face, you're super pretty, but your expression). you saw a ghost or something? nothing like that. it was just hanbin's voice that just talked to you right now.

but not the right hanbin.

slowly, you turned your head to face him. it was really him. sitting at the place park hanbin was supposed to take in order for him to not get noticed by the teacher. and in order for you to gush about him for a hour and half straight. you coughed to clear your voice and regain you composure.

"hum. excuse me, hanbin, but i have a friend who's gonna sit there so it would be great if you can get your ass up and change seats."

"i don't see your friend yet..."

ignoring your attempt at chasing him, hanbin started to put his things on the table as well, preparing himself for the class. you were already tired from the situation and you let your back rest on the wall next to you.

"well, he's coming. there's plenty of seats since we're only three in the classroom."

"i know, i have eyes. but i'm used to sit at this place in most of my class and it's gonna shock my brain if i ever take another seat.

"you're sure? i'm pretty sure if you gaslight yourself enough you'll be doing pretty fine on the opposite of the classroom."

"the opposite?"

"yeah, you see, i'm sitting at the last row, on the right and it would be better for both of us if you go and sit on the front row, on the left."

you were a laptop girlie, that's how you took your notes. but hanbin was more on the hand written side. when he finished setting up his pencils and notebook, he looked at you, squiting his eyes like he was analyzing you.

"i'm not planning on changing seats. if you hate it that much you can change yourself", he said innocently. with a passive agressive smile, you replied.

"the thing is i need to sit here because my friend can only sit in the back."

"too bad, seems like your friend is gonna have to find another place."

hanbin knew you couldn't seat anywhere else if you wanted to be with his arch-nemesis. you were just hoping he would get the hint and leave... but you felt like it was not gonna happen. and you started to see clear in hanbin's attitude. i mean, not clear to the point you know mashiro is helping him, but clear enough to see you bruised his ego by rejecting him and that's why he was not giving up on you. there were no other way. what would he like that much about you for him to go through the humiliation but still court you? he didn't know you that much. and you didn't feel like the most interesting person. compared to him, you were nothing, and it was never a problem to you. you never planned on living life fully. but you just couldn't get why he would be so hung up to you if it wasn't for his ego.

but people like him are easy to get rid off. if his ego is the problem, you just had to hurt it more so he would run away and eventually accept failure.

"tell me, hanbin, aren't you embarassed?"

"embarassed...?" he repeated, confused.

"yeah. normal people just avoid the person that rejected them. i thought i made it clear i have no romantic feelings to you, nor attraction. i don't even like you as a person."

"and so? i was not born with a crush on you, feelings change with time and maybe i can change how you feel."

you gave him a haughty look before sighing and letting your chin rest in the palm of your hand.

"that's why i gave you buttercups." offended, hanbin gasped, before putting his hand on his mouth to cover his shock. he couldn't let you see that got to him. a small smirk made its appearance on your face as you saw his reaction.

"well... the flowers were pretty." he tried to explain.

"yeah, but it doesn't change anything to their meaning. be honest with me, you don't like me that much, right? what is making you act like that?"

"i just think you got the wrong idea about me and i would love to get to know each other better. i wanna have a different bouquet next time."

"my friends suspect you of having a humiliation kink."

"i don't talk about my kinks on our first photography class..."

the conversation you were having and his playful remarks made you forget about what was around you : the class was filling up and your teacher hurriedly came in. losing track of the time as you were trying your best to make hanbin feel unconfortable so he could leave, you didn't see two more minutes have passed.

with little to no noise, the back door of the class room was pushed open. park hanbin only peaked his blueberry head in, a smile on his face as the idea of sitting next to you. the smile fell soon enough when he saw you with another guy... it would've been okay if at least you let him have the seat next to the door so the teacher wouldn't see him, but it was not the case. double treason.

park hanbin's eyes brushed the room to realize the only empty seat was the one on the front. he had no other choice than to accept his fate, and he made its way to it, getting yelled at by the old man in the front of the class.

if hanbin felt proud of the fact his plan to take the other hanbin's seat next to you worked, he didn't expect you to stop talking to him after that. you just decided to ignore him throughout the lesson, and you were too busy thinking about whether or not park hanbin was going to be mad at you.

as soon as the class was dismissed, park hanbin made its way to you. it cleared all your worries when he waited for the girl sitting in front of you to go so he could sit there. facing you with a teasing smile, park hanbin let his elbow rest on your table.

"what is that? you let me down for a new friend?" he said playfully.

"i literally got kidnapped by this man, i fought him to save your seat but he didn't listen to me...", you replied dramatically, making park hanbin's smile widen.

oh no, sung hanbin, alert! i think you might be thirdwheeling right now... the brunette coughed to catch your attention.

"hum. i'm sung hanbin, the new seat bestie." he had no idea what he was doing right now, but he gave his hand to park hanbin for him to shake it. the blueberry-haired guy took his hand to shake it politely.

"well, i already know your name. i'm park hanbin, the original seat bestie."

park hanbin didn't pay much more attention to the boy sitting next to you, his eyes were quickly back on you.

"so, y/n... you should make it up to me, right?"

sung hanbin couldn't stand the fact he was getting invisible to you as a coy smile created by park hanbin was evident on your face, and your eyes were on this other boy only. he silently listened to the two of you planning to go to a coffee shop after park hanbin's dance class as he put his pencilcase and notebook in his bag. he chewed the inside of his cheek, having no other choice but to accept a new failure today, and he got up to leave the class to you and your crush.

as soon as he got out of the class, he got pulled agressively by someone way smaller than him. mashiro. hanbin sighed.

"bro, i think i fucked up my soup" he said to the japanese.

"don't be defeatist! didn't you hear them? they're going to that cafe next to campus."

"so...? do you want me to crash their date or something? i don't think that's right."

"yeah, that wouldn't be right if you were going there on purpose to do that."

confused, the boy looked at mashiro, waiting for her to explain herself. mashiro pinched her nose in despair.

"what do i do with someone like you... y/n should have give you the flower of stupidity."

"does it exist?"

"that's not the subject, idiot! that's literally your mom's cafe! you're not crashing their date, you're just helping your mother as a barista!"

for the second time today, hanbin gasped. maybe god, the universe, hell, mother nature! whatever, was on his side... his two hands went to grab mashiro's shoulders.

"you're a genius, thank you!"

"i know, duh."

[dreamfyrie]

Heart of the Sky (Part 1)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Your relationship with Aemond was strong, and he felt that it was time to take the next step. He wanted to introduce you to Vhagar. It wasn't that you were against meeting her, but you were from Dorne and grew up hearing horror stories about dragons. Especially Vhagar. Aemond assured you that as long as he was there, she would never hurt you. You didn't want to insult Aemond, but you trusted Vhagar as far as you could throw her. It didn't matter that they had some mystical connection, you had a bad feeling in your gut. Sometimes Aemond told you you looked so good he could eat you, hopefully, Vhagar wouldn't feel the same.

Aemond insisted that you wear pants and a shirt.

"You're not going to try to get me to ride her, are you? I swear to every God if you even suggest that I'll take your other eye."

"I'm not going to ask you to ride her, it's just best you wear something comfortable. You don't want to accidentally trip on your dress while you're meeting her and scrape yourself. She might smell your Dornish blood," he said with a cheeky grin.

"She can't actually do that, can she... I'm on my moon blood," you said, terrified.

"No, she can't. At least, I don't think so." He said the last sentence more to himself.

"Gods Aemond absolutely not. You're mad if you think I'm going anywhere near that old woman now."

Aemond could see that his joke landed very badly. "I promise you, you'll be fine. Do you think that I'd ever let anything bad happen to you? I'll hold your hand the whole time, if she eats you, she'll have to eat me too."

"You're very annoying, do you know that? Maybe she will eat you to teach you a lesson for bringing a Dornish woman around her," you said.

Both of you went back and forth before you finally gave up. You knew you would have to eventually meet Vhagar someday but thought you'd have a while longer to mentally prepare yourself. No amount of time would be enough to calm nerves, though, so you might as well get it over with.

The Dornish learn to fight and ride before they can even walk. You never went anywhere without proper pants and shirts. If an occasion arose where you could fight in a tourney or go riding, you were going to join. You were a princess of Dorne after all, no one could tell you no.

A couple hours later, you were begrudgingly getting on a horse, and Aemond looked at the defeated look on your face.

"I'm just going to introduce you real quick, and then we can leave. It'll be fine, you'll wonder why you were ever nervous in the first place," Aemond tried to convince you.

You rolled your eyes and followed behind him. There was no need to wonder why you were afraid, you knew exactly why. It was as if Aemond didn't want to acknowledge what Aegon the Conqueror had done to your people. You weren't sure if he just didn't care or if he wanted to ignore the past, so you wouldn't realize that a Martell being in a relationship with a Targaryen wasn't a very good idea. You were well aware of what your relationship with him looked like from the outside, but you didn't care. Aemond was intelligent and sensible, he was ambitious, but he wasn't power-hungry.

He had already gone to the dragon pit earlier and brought Vhagar out so she was ready to meet you. Aemond had a feeling that going in the pit to coax her out wouldn't be something you'd enjoy very much. She was waiting outside when you two rode up the Hill of Rhaenys and approached the daunting building. You hoped Aemond hadn't woken her up from a nap for this, but you knew he had. What else would a centuries-old dragon be doing with her time?

Aemond hopped off his horse first and walked over to help you down when he saw you making no effort to get off your’s. You sat there staring at Vhagar, waiting for her to smell your blood and decide she didn't take kindly to Aemond having another woman in his life. Staying on this horse was your best chance of escaping and not being burned alive. You greatly enjoyed not being dead.

You were too busy being frozen in fear that you didn't even notice that Aemond was pulling you off the horse by your waist. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, stopping you from jumping back on the horse and riding away as fast as you could.

"I got you, relax. I won't let go of you, I promise," he whispered, trying to soothe you.

You had his arms in a death grip, making sure he wasn't able to break that promise even if he wanted to.

"If I'm going down, you're going down with me. I hope you know that," you told him.

Aemond chuckled. "Dying in the arms of a prince is a privilege that would have most women feeling honored."

You smiled sweetly at him. "The only thing I'm doing after death is coming back alive so I can kill you again, my prince." Aemond chuckled at you again. No one amuses him more than you. You hated how much you loved his laugh, he was knocking down all the walls your survival instincts had built up.

He began shuffling the two of you towards Vhagar, keeping his word about not letting you go. You knew what a dragon smelt like, Aemond was almost permanently covered in her scent, but you had never inhaled it straight from the source. She smelt... powerful. It was strangely exhilarating, like a rush of adrenaline was overwhelming your senses. You would never admit that to Aemond though, you'd never hear the end of it. He slowly walked you closer and closer, not wanting to rush you. When the both of you were right in front of her, all of your instincts to run came flooding back into you. Aemond held you even tighter.

He had his left arm tightly locked across your waist while grabbing your right hand with his and putting it flush against Vhagar's face. She inhaled deeply, and you hoped Aemond's familiar scent was stronger than yours. Aemond deciding that you needed to meet Vhagar while you were on your moon blood was the most absurd idea he's ever had, and you've heard a lot of his ideas.

"She likes you," Aemond hummed.

"She's an old lady, all she likes is eating and sleeping, and maybe you sometimes," you whispered.

"Vhagar still has her wits about her, she's aware that you're here. Trust me, if she didn't like you, she wouldn't be shy about letting us know," he said.

That wasn't reassuring in the slightest, but the last thing you needed to do was be negative. You didn't want her to sense that you were annoyed at her rider. Gods knows what she'd do to defend him.

"Do you think you're ready to leave the dragon pit now?" Aemond asked.

"I've never been more ready to leave anywhere in my life," you said, relieved.

"It'll feel like a long climb your first time, but it gets easier," he smiled.

"A long climb where?"

Aemond started pushing you further down the length of Vhagar where the ropes lay to climb her.

"No, no. You promised you weren't—," you started frantically shaking your head.

"That was before you met her, don't you feel different now that you know she likes you?" Aemond said charmingly.

"No! I feel very much the same, actually!" You whisper-yelled at him.

"Just trust me, please."

He had so much hope and warmth in his eyes. You knew this was a big deal for him and probably one of the biggest moments of his life. There's no one other woman in the world that he would ever think to bring to meet Vhagar, let alone invite to ride her. That was a very intimate bond to intrude on, and you knew it.

You look between him and Vhagar hesitantly. Aemond looked so sweet, you knew he loved you and wanted to share not only his life but his dragon with you.

"Aegon the Conquerer was wrong for what he did to your people, and there's nothing I can do to make up for his actions. He and his sisters might have used their dragons for destruction, but they're not monsters. They're beautiful and loyal creatures, they cannot help what their riders ask of them. Let me give you something. Let me give you a gift that only a select few have gotten to witness. I want to give you the sky," he said with passion.

Everything in your mind was telling you to say no, but your heart couldn't help how much you loved him. You had never been more scared in your life, but you agreed. As much as you distrusted dragons, you trusted Aemond with your life.

"I don't want to be up there for too long, please bring me down when I ask," you said.

"I will, I promise," Aemond kissed you on the forehead.

Aemond instructed you on how to climb up Vhagar and was climbing up below you to catch you in case you slipped.

"Are you actually below me because you care about my safety or because you want a view of my ass?"

"Why can't it be both?" he smirked.

You kicked the top of his head with your boot.

"Oops, I must've slipped, sorry," you said, your voice laced with sarcasm.

"She can feel my pain, try not to slip again," he said slyly.

You stilled, looking at him with wide eyes. He laughed at you and motioned for you to keep climbing. You didn't slip again.

Once you were up there, you didn't know what to do.

"Just walk over there and sit in the saddle," he said from behind you, almost at the top.

There was more than enough room to stand up and walk on Vhagar's back to get to your destination, but there was no way in seven hells that you'd trust your balance that much. You didn't care how coordinated you were, you drew the line at taking a relaxing stroll on the back of the biggest dragon in the world. Aemond laughed at you as you crawled to the saddle, but you didn't care. You didn't make it this far to have your death be pathetically falling off her. If you were going to die because of Vhagar, it at least needed to be exciting, like getting eaten or burned alive, or maybe falling off once you were in the air, not before.

Aemond walked behind you with perfect balance while you crawled into the saddle, and he joined you, sitting with his chest against your back and arms wrapped around you.

"That was the hardest part, things can only go up from here."

"Yeah, literally," you grumbled.

Aemond smiled to himself, and you listened as he gave Vhagar a command in High Valyrian. You were suddenly moving, she was moving. Aemond grabbed the reigns while keeping his hold on you secure. You were holding onto him like your life depended on it, which it sort of did. When Vhagar was finally standing up, she started stretching her body, getting ready to fly. You hoped she took her time warming up, the last thing you needed was for her to pull a muscle in her wing or something during the flight.

"Are you ready, or are you still nervous?" Aemond whispered into your ear.

"Why can't I be both?"

Aemond gave you that heart-fluttering laugh again and sent his final command to Vhagar. The three of you were flying.

[kjack89]

Back to Where We Started (Chapter 3/4)

Third part of the E/R Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU. Read Part 1 here (tumblr | AO3) and Part 2 here (tumblr | AO3).

Modern AU, established E/R.

NAME: [REDACTED – CODEWORD CLASSIFIED] ALIAS: GRANTAIRE SMITH OCCUPATION: ASSASSIN PREFERRED METHOD: SNIPER

Three Years Ago

Grantaire glanced through the scope of his rifle, the oppressive humidity threatening to cause sweat to drip into his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time, and Grantaire had figured out how to mitigate it years ago, but it wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation.

Not that lying on his stomach in a grove of trees some 500 meters away from his target was any more pleasant, but that he’d gotten used to even sooner than the sweat.

“Target in sight,” he reported, knowing the tiny earbud barely visible in his ear was also a microphone. “Standing by for go order.”

“Copy,” said Joly, sounding bored. “How’s Burundi?”

A fly buzzed in Grantaire’s ear and Grantaire swatted at it, annoyed. “Great,” he said shortly. “Try to schedule my next assassination here too, would you?”

Joly chuckled as a second voice hopped on the line. “Evac route secure,” Bossuet said, “with contingencies one, two and three in place, just in case.”

“Three contingencies?” Grantaire asked mildly. “Are we planning on the entire world falling apart, or…?”

“Hey, with my luck, you can never be too careful.”

Grantaire grinned, all too aware of Bossuet’s luck, and was ready to make a comment as such when a third voice chimed in, this time disapprovingly. “Gentlemen,” Javert said, “let’s keep chatter on this channel to a minimum.”

Grantaire’s shoulders automatically straightened when he heard Javert’s voice. “Yes, sir,” he said, looking through the scope of his rifle again, though his target had barely moved. “Can I ask something, sir?”

Javert sighed. “You’re going to ask it regardless, so you might as well.”

Grantaire worried his lower lip between his teeth before saying, somewhat cautiously, “As you know, I’ve been here for a few days, getting acquainted with the place and the general’s movements. Everyone that I’ve spoken with says that General Lamarque is a good man, that he wants to repair a lot of the damage done by previous, corrupt administrations and return power to the people of Burundi. Which begs the question—”

“Are you questioning your orders?” Javert snapped, unusually terse, even for one of his darker moods.

“No, but—”

“But nothing,” Javert said. “Your orders are in service of your country—”

If Grantaire had anything resembling a self-preservation instinct, he would’ve dropped it. Of course, if Grantaire had anything resembling a self-preservation instinct, he wouldn’t be in this line of work, so it was somewhat of a moot point. “How is increased instability in this region in service of anyone?” he asked. “Except for, say, global shipping magnates who need the Horn of Africa unstable to justify price gouging?”

Javert sighed, and Grantaire could just picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. “And here I thought you didn’t care about anything.”

Grantaire scowled. There was little he liked less than having his own words flung back in his face. “I don’t.”

“Good,” Javert said coolly. “Because if you’ve somehow found morality, we’re done, and you’re stuck in Burundi with an illegal firearm, a forged passport, and no means of getting home.”

Grantaire ground his teeth together. “Might be worth it,” he muttered.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing,” Grantaire said, before adding sourly, “sir.”

“Good,” Javert said. There was a brief moment of silence, then: “We have the go order. As soon as you have a shot, take it.”

“But—”

“Take your shot, Grantaire.”

Grantaire swallowed, hard, and looked back down the scope of his rifle, his finger resting lightly on his trigger. Someone moved in front of General Lamarque and Grantaire held his breath, but the person moved away, leaving Grantaire with the perfect shot, and—

CLICK.

Three years later, and the only shots Grantaire was taking were with his camera. And the occasional shot at a bar, though it wasn’t like he and Enjolras frequented any of the local establishments. Enjolras had never been one for drinking.

One of a hundred small differences between them that had seemed so minor three years ago and now stretched like an endless chasm between them.

He had hoped couples therapy would help, even if he’d been reluctant to go initially, but thus far, there’d been no change. 

Grantaire sighed and shifted. He was half-lying in the otherwise empty stands of the high school football stadium, trying to get the perfect shot of the team practicing for the local paper. He didn’t usually do newspaper assignments, on the off-chance his name in print somehow wound up in the wrong hands, but he doubted anyone would pay any attention to the credit on a story about a high school football team with a five-game losing streak.

He sat up, deeming the pictures he’d gotten as good as he was going to get, and was surprised to see Enjolras striding toward the stadium from the parking lot.

Well, that was new. Enjolras never came to see him work.

Maybe the therapy had more of an effect than Grantaire gave it credit for.

Maybe—

The telltale ping of a bullet striking a metal bleacher not even two feet to Grantaire’s left was enough to tell him that this sure as shit didn’t have anything to do with therapy, and he scrambled to his feet, reaching automatically for his own gun, only to remember that he hadn’t brought one.

Because he was at a high school, in America, and he wasn’t a fucking idiot.

Enjolras, evidently, had no similar compunction.

Enjolras raised his hand to fire off another shot and Grantaire darted backwards, swinging around the bleacher railing and taking the steps two at a time to get to the bottom. From there, it was an all-out sprint to his car, well aware that Enjolras was in close pursuit, well aware that even with a silencer, someone was bound to figure out that Enjolras was shooting at him.

And inevitably, someone would wonder the same thing Grantaire was: why the fuck was his husband trying to kill him?

As soon as he was in his car and away from the school (with only two bullet holes in his back windshield), Grantaire called a number he hadn’t called in years. “Thank God you’re alive,” Joly said, sounding genuinely relieved, and Grantaire almost cracked a smile until he caught sight of Enjolras’s car in his rearview mirror.

“For now, at least,” he said, taking a left so sudden that his tires squealed. “I’ll take it you have a better idea than I do of why my husband is trying to kill me?”

“Two sets of documents, both classified higher than top secret, were leaked this morning,” Joly told him. “One involved you, and your identity, and the assassination of General Lamarque.”

Grantaire swallowed and nodded. “Right,” he said. “Well, I guess I probably should’ve expected something about that to leak at some point. What was the second?”

“Intelligence on the movements of an international terrorist organization know as Les Amis de l’ABC,” Joly said, a little grimly. “And that’s where your husband comes in. Because somehow, of all the gin joints in all the world, you wound up in the one that an international terrorist decided to walk into.”

Grantaire almost laughed, thoroughly convinced that Joly couldn’t possibly be serious, but then he realized that Joly hadn’t exactly sounded like he was making a joke. “He – what?”

Five minutes, and three very circuitous routes later, Grantaire was convinced that he’d finally lost Enjolras – and that he’d never really had him in the first place. “Well, at least it explains why he tried to kill me,” he said, a little hollowly, staring down an unfamiliar road without really seeing it. 

Joly cleared his throat. “Speaking of trying to kill you, you’ve probably thought of this already, but you can’t go back to your house?”

Grantaire frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, don’t you think that’s exactly what he’ll be expecting? He’s probably booby trapped the entire thing.”

Despite everything, Grantaire cracked a smile. “Is Bossuet on this call?”

Joly was cautious in his response. “He’s listening in. Why?”

“Because I can only imagine him giggling at the word booby.”

“No comment,” Joly said with a sigh, which meant Grantaire had been correct. “But I mean it, you can’t go back there. At least not by yourself. You need—”

“What, a human shield?” Grantaire asked with a snort.

“If you can find one, sure.”

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “That’s not—”

He broke off abruptly, the idea coming to him in a flash of sudden genius. “Grantaire?” Joly prompted, and Grantaire grinned.

“Yeah. I just thought of someone I can use.”

“Oh?”

Grantaire nodded. “Yeah. Since we were speaking of boobies…”

— — — — —

Grantaire opened the front door and took an immediate step back, his hand automatically falling to his side and the gun he had holstered under his jacket. “Wow,” his next-door neighbor, Marius, said, peering inside excitedly. “So this is the place. I’ve been dying to get a look.”

“Take your time,” Grantaire said, following him in. 

Marius shook his head with something like wonder as he glanced around the foyer. “Wow,” he repeated. “I can’t believe I’ve never been in here before.”

He made to turn towards the kitchen but Grantaire stopped him, grabbing him by the shoulder and steering him in the opposite direction. “Let’s start in the living room.”

Marius didn’t protest, too busy gazing at the floors. “I love these floors,” he told Grantaire, who was, in turn, busy checking every sightline for anything out of place. “What are they, teak?”

“Red oak,” Grantaire told him, sidling past him to peer around the entryway into the dining room. Something was out of place, but Grantaire couldn’t put a finger on it, and it was taking everything in him not to draw his gun.

“You know, I inherited my house from my grandfather, I’m sure you must’ve met him,” Marius said, though Grantaire was barely paying attention. “What color are these walls? I’m thinking of redoing the upstairs hallway and I think—

“Honestly, I don’t remember offhand,” Grantaire told him. “Why don’t you keep looking around? I just have to pop upstairs and check on something.”

He didn’t wait for Marius’s reply, pulling his gun as soon as he was out of Marius’s sight and taking the stairs two at a time. He moved swiftly but efficiently, checking each room before he finally got to the bedroom he’d evidently been sharing with an international terrorist for the last three years, and he held his breath before he pushed the door open.

And that was when he finally realized what was out of place.

The drawers on Enjolras’s side of the dresser were half-opened, and empty. The closet doors were wide open, revealing that Enjolras’s side was completely cleared out. His half of the bathroom sink, as clean as if a toothbrush and bottles of hair product had never even sat on it. Every knick-knack, bauble and sock that had belonged to Enjolras had disappeared.

Enjolras was gone.

Five minutes later, Grantaire had unceremoniously ushered Marius from the house, promising that he’d send over the name of the paint once he remembered. 

Then he remembered that there was one other place he’d forgotten to check for booby traps.

He drew his gun for a second time as he crossed the yard to his shed. The dark room was just a cover for the far more important set up underneath, and he just hoped against hope that Enjolras hadn’t thought to check beyond the surface.

When he yanked the door open and saw the hidden trap door open, and the light from the downstairs flickering, he knew that Enjolras had.

When he smelled the telltale scent of gasoline, he also knew that Enjolras hadn’t bothered booby trapping the house.

He got ten feet from the shed before it exploded, sending him flying in a spray of wood splinters and shattered glass, and he lay on the lawn for a long moment afterwards, blinking dazedly up at the sky before groaning.

“Son of a bitch.”

— — — — —

Where did someone go after killing their husband, especially when that someone didn’t have a passport or means of fleeing the country yet? 

After driving around aimlessly for a few hours, Enjolras figured he might as well take himself out for dinner. Maybe even enjoy a cocktail in Grantaire’s honor.

There was exactly one semi-fancy restaurant in their town, and at the hour, it was barely even a third full, and everyone else in the place was at least an octogenarian. One old couple was even dancing, because life seemed full of cruel ironies.

Not that witnessing someone else happy and in love was particularly cruel, in the grand scheme of things, but as Enjolras watched them, taking a sip of champagne that the waiter brought, he couldn’t help but think that, prior to about twelve hours ago, he might’ve even believed that that would be him and Grantaire one day.

A single tear slipped down his cheek, and Enjolras shook his head, feeling foolish. He hadn’t actually known Grantaire, any more than Grantaire had known him. What was there to miss, other than the best sex Enjolras had ever had?

And the way Grantaire made him eggs every morning when Enjolras actually slept in. And the way he laughed at Enjolras’s jokes, no matter how stupid, that deep rumble of a belly laugh that Enjolras could feel even more than he could hear. And how Grantaire had never tried to make Enjolras into something other than what he was, had never had any expectations for their life together other than them just existing together in the same space. And the way Grantaire said ‘I love you’, as if it was just as miraculous as it had been the first time around.

He hadn’t known Grantaire. Or maybe he had, in all the ways that mattered.

Frustrated, he reached up to brush the tear off with the back of his hand, freezing when someone’s hand closed around his wrist. “You know, I thought I’d come up with something clever to say by the time I got here,” Grantaire said. “But all I could think of was that there are easier ways to blow up a marriage.”

Enjolras closed his eyes for just a moment, torn between relief and fury that Grantaire was still alive. “LIke what?”

He opened his eyes to look up at Grantaire, who gave him that stupid smile that he loved and hated in equal measure. “Try this: I want a divorce.”

“Do you?” Enjolras asked, taking another sip of champagne. “Or do you want me to ask you?”

Grantaire just shrugged. “I asked you to marry me. Seems only fitting you be the one to ask for the divorce. May I sit?”

He gestured toward the open seat across from Enjolras. “No,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire sat anyway. Enjolras ground his teeth together for a moment before casually rearranging the napkin in his lap to cover the gun he’d just grabbed from his bag. Grantaire tracked the movement, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He casually tipped his own napkin into his lap, and a moment later Enjolras heard the telltale click of the safety being switched off.

For one long moment, they just stared at each other, as if seeing each other for the very first time. Which in a way, Enjolras mused, they were. He broke the silence, impatience sparking within the tension. “So what do you want?”

Grantaire leaned forward. “Well, at the moment, I’d settle for a drink, but—”

“I’m serious.”

“And I am wild.” That small smile again, the one that drove Enjolras completely crazy. “Something you’ve probably never given any credence to prior to today.”

Enjolras hadn’t, not really, but he didn’t like being reminded that he had spent all this time underestimating Grantaire. He looked away before repeating, “What do you want?”

“We appear to have a problem,” Grantaire said, tracing one finger along the linen tablecloth. “You obviously want me dead. And I’m less and less concerned about your wellbeing. So where do we go from here?” He arched an eyebrow at Enjolras. “Do we go for a shootout here? Or to minimize civilian casualties, should we take this somewhere more intimate?”

“As if you’ve ever once in your life cared about civilian casualties,” Enjolras said coolly.

Grantaire didn’t even flinch. “Right back at you, babe.” Silence again stretched between them, but this time it was Grantaire who broke it. “Dance with me.”

Enjolras blinked. “You don’t dance,” he blurted, which was a stupid thing to say to a monumentally stupid proposition.

Grantaire grinned. “All just part of my cover,” he said, standing up and offering Enjolras his hand.

Despite himself, despite every self-preservation instinct Enjolras had honed over the years, he took Grantaire’s hand, allowing him to pull him to his feet. “Was being a slob part of your cover, too?” he asked blithely.

Without warning, Grantaire twisted his hand, the move just this side of painful, twirling Enjolras so that they were facing each other. Then Grantaire pulled him flush, his hand resting on the small of Enjolras’s back. “So what do you think?” he asked as they began dancing, and Enjolras had to give him credit, he did in fact know how to dance. “Is this story going to have a happy ending?”

“Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet,” Enjolras told him, sliding his own hand from Grantaire’s shoulder down his side, checking for a shoulder holster. Feeling none, he continued southward, though Grantaire stopped him once he got to his belt. 

“Only thing you’ll find down there isn’t a weapon,” he murmured in Enjolras’s ear, pulling him flush again to prove his point.

Enjolras swallowed and looked away. “Could’ve fooled me,” he said, his voice rough. “Bet you use that thing on all your marks.”

Grantaire barked a dry, humorless laugh. “Is that why you tried to kill me?” he asked, his lips just brushing against Enjolras’s ear. “Because you think I fucked General Lamarque before putting a bullet through his head?”

Enjolras stiffened, pulling away from Grantaire. “That—” he started, but he couldn’t find the words to continue. “I have to go.”

“Enjolras—” Grantaire called after him, but Enjolras didn’t pause. “Enjolras!”

It only occurred to Enjolras some ten minutes later that he had nowhere to go, that he was driving with no actual destination in mind, trying to escape a life that had all been a lie.

He was broken from his reverie by his cellphone ringing, and he answered it on his car’s screen. “Grantaire?”

Grantaire sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said, and to his credit, he did sound it.

Enjolras drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “For what?”

“For what I said,” Grantaire told him. “It was a low blow.”

Enjolras jerked a shrug, even though Grantaire couldn’t see him. “Well, I did try to kill you, so fair is fair, I guess.”

Grantaire was silent for a long moment, long enough that Enjolras almost asked if he was still there. “Can I ask you something?”

It was probably a bad idea – anything that prolonged the inevitable was almost certainly a bad idea – but Enjolras just sighed. “Fine.”

“First time we met, what was your first thought?”

Enjolras’s chest felt tight. “You tell me.”

Something in Grantaire’s tone turned wistful. “You know that painting, Liberty Leading the People? I thought you looked like that. Like righteous fury striding into my life.” He sighed. “It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

The tightness in Enjolras’s chest had sharpened. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“I guess in the end, you start thinking about the beginning,” Grantaire said, before clearing his throat. “So there it is. I thought you should know.” He paused before prompting, “So how about it?”

Enjolras swallowed, hard. “I thought…” He trailed off, that damned tear making a reappearance on his cheek, and he hurriedly wiped it off before saying, his voice harsh, “I thought you looked like an easy mark.”

Grantaire didn’t seem surprised. “So it was all business.”

Enjolras nodded. “All business.”

“From the go.”

“I’ve never been one to ignore reality,” Enjolras said with forced nonchalance.

Grantaire barked a laugh. “Thank you,” he said softly. “That’s all I needed to know. Can you do me just one favor?”

“What?”

“Meet me at home,” Grantaire said, and Enjolras’s chest clenched again. “And let’s finish this for real.”

— — — — —

Enjolras could see Grantaire’s headlights as he approached the driveway, and he slammed on the gas, narrowly avoiding clipping the front of Grantaire’s car. He zoomed into the garage, shutting the garage door behind him.

He might’ve gotten rid of Grantaire’s stash of guns, but that didn’t mean he’d been stupid enough not to leave anything in the house, and he grabbed his semi-automatic pistol from where he’d hidden it and screwed on the suppressor as he waited for the front door to open.

Instead, he heard a faint creak from the upstairs, and despite himself, he smiled, just slightly. So Grantaire wasn’t going to make this easy on him. Good. One last fight, for old times’ sake.

He crouched at the base of the stairs, waiting until he could sense someone hesitating at the top. Then he stood and fired a series of shots at the top of the stairs before ducking back into place.

“You still alive?” he called.

In response, Grantaire fired a shotgun directly where Enjolras’s head had been ten seconds earlier.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He raced toward the kitchen, firing a few cover shots over his shoulder as he went. God, he’d missed this. Missed the adrenaline humming in his veins, missed the acrid smell of gunpowder, missed the thrill of being alive for at least one second more. 

He hadn’t had this much fun since—

The vase next to him exploded into shards of ceramic, and Enjolras hit the floor, squeezing off a rapid succession of shots in the direction the shot had come from. “Your aim’s as bad as your cooking,” Grantaire called. “And that’s saying something.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed and he fired twice more before moving further back into the kitchen, ducking behind the island for cover as he checked how much ammo he had left. “Your aim’s not so great yourself,” he said distractedly. “Especially considering—”

“Considering what?” Grantaire asked, and Enjolras felt the cold press of metal against his temple. “Drop the gun.” Enjolras closed his eyes for a moment, obediently letting the gun in his hand clatter to the floor. “Good. Now—”

Enjolras’s hand shot out, grabbing Grantaire’s wrist and twisting, hard, forcing him to drop his own gun. Then, he laid into him. 

He had never been one for fist-fighting, preferring myriad other ways to get done what he needed to, but he knew how to throw a punch. Grantaire, for his part, matched him blow for blow, dodging and blocking with a practiced ease, something strangely graceful in his motions, clearly just as adept at hand to hand combat as he was at sniping world leaders.

Except—

Enjolras froze so suddenly that Grantaire’s fist went wide by a whole foot, sending him spinning from the momentum, and in an instance, both men had dropped to grab their respective guns, aiming at each other. “What was that?” Grantaire asked, panting.

“You tell me,” Enjolras said. “Or am I really supposed to believe you missed every shot you took tonight on accident?”

Grantaire wiped a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth on his shoulder. “I’m out of practice.”

“So what do you call being practiced enough to block 95% of my punches and not land a single one of your own?”

“Coincidence.”

“Fine.” Enjolras took a step back, his hand falling to his side. “So then go for it. Right here, right now. Take your shot.”

Grantaire scowled. “You think I won’t?”

“No,” Enjolras said. “I don’t.”

Something shifted in Grantaire’s face, and after a moment, he lowered his weapon as well. “I can’t,” he said. “Can’t do it.”

Enjolras gritted his teeth. “Come on,” he half-shouted. “You can kill how many people, but you can’t kill me?”

“No,” Grantaire said. “I can’t.”

Then, without warning, he crossed to Enjolras, pulling him close, as close as they had been while dancing. But this time, he kissed him, an open-mouthed, fiery kiss full of all the heat and fury Enjolras had felt during their fight. 

Only this was better. So much better.

He balled his free hand in what remained of Grantaire’s shirt, pulling him close, determined to savor this moment for as long as he could, knowing far too well that they quite likely had very few of them left.

But then, as Grantaire pulled away, just slightly, his stubble brushing against Enjolras’s cheek, he said something that for a moment almost made Enjolras doubt everything. “This was always real for me,” he whispered in Enjolras’s ear.

But it wasn’t – it couldn’t have been. Not when the entirety of it was built on a lie of omission. “Well, not all of it,” he murmured.

“Fine,” Grantaire said, undeterred. “But you and me – that was real.”

Enjolras closed his eyes. “Grantaire—”

“No, I have to get this out,” Grantaire told him, breathless. “I have to tell you, because—”

Enjolras just shook his head. “Grantaire, don’t. If anyone gets it, if anyone understands how this works—”

“I didn’t kill him, Enjolras.”

Enjolras stared at him, at the tiny flecks of silver he had never noticed in Grantaire’s eyes. “What?” he croaked.

Grantaire squeezed his hand. “I didn’t kill General Lamarque.”

>>Read Part 4 here.>>

[thepowerisyouth]

Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

[slashersgirlypop]

Grilled Cheese Chapter 6.

TW: NON-CON AND NON SEXUAL SPANKING

(September 1st, 1978)

            I huffed, bored out of my mind. Yes, I was still scared of the big, strong, stabby man, (who I just started to call Mask-Man), but I also was locked in the closet for a great majority of the day. If I had to guess, I had been in this closet for maybe five or so hours? Maybe more? All I knew was that when I knocked on the door, asking for at least some food, a slice of cheese was shoved at me. He only let me out today twice to use the restroom. I heard him leave about maybe an hour after locking me in the closet and then come back four hours later through the back door.

            Some point during the day, before he left, I heard Miss Petunia come down the stairs. I don’t know what happened, but it didn’t sound like there was any sounds of pained meows. I did hear her begin to eat food, so thankfully the stoic and silent Mask-Man does have decency to at least feed her.

            “Excuse me? Sir? Mr. Mask-Man-Person? Are you, uh, just planning on keeping me in here forever? You know, I got a job and friends who might be wondering where the hell I am. Also, it’s really boring in here. I counted all the brush-hair-things on the broom in here fifteen times. I’m worried I’ll go crazy, so, can I be let out?”

            As expected, I got no response. I groaned, slumping against the door, sliding down until my butt hit the floor. I began to light bonk my head against the wood. Alright, time to use the annoying-hostage-girl approach.

            “Let me out please.” Bonk.

            “Let me out please.” Bonk.

            “Let me out please.” Bonk.

            “Let me oOF-,” I huffed, falling on my back once he opened the door. I stared up at him, my head between his shoes, him looking down at me. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I hoped he looked annoyed by my successful antics.

            “Mra?” Miss Petunia chirped from Mask-Man’s shoulder, looking down at me curiously. My mouth slightly opened in betrayal at my cat. While I was locked in the dusty old closet, my beloved pet was buddying up and getting all cozy with my captor. The audacity of pets, I swear.

            “Alright. So, are we just gonna have a staring contest, Mask-Man? Am I allowed to come out? If you’re planning on a staring contest, it’s not really fair on my end because you could be blinking and I’d have no way to tell with your mask and all.” Shrugging, I looked up at the man. He just stared at me before walking away, leaving me on the floor.

            Groaning, I sat up, feeling my joints cracking in my back. I hoping he wasn’t planning on locking me in the closet tonight, because that would not be comfortable to sleep in. Speaking of which, where did he sleep last night?

            I turned, jumping as he just stood behind me.

            “How are you so fast and quiet, pal?” I asked. Wordlessly, he thrusted two objects into my chest. It was a notepad and crayons. Did…did he want me to draw or something? Then, Mask-Man pushed me not too gently into the family room, where the TV was on, playing cartoons. He shoved me into a chair before walking over and plopping down on the couch. Miss Petunia mewed softly at him as if the gently chide him before hopping off his should and walking over to me. She laid at the bottom of my chair, her head on my foot, and she began to purr quietly.

            Mask-Man said nothing, only focusing his attention on the animated figures. Honestly, this is not how I would imagine a kidnapping or hostage-taking-thing would go. It could be worse; I could be dead. At least my only reason to be alive is that I make him food.

            I began to absentmindedly draw on the paper, getting lost in my thoughts. I didn’t want to be his cook forever, and eventually someone other than Mr. Steinberg is going to wonder what happened to me and come check on me. Mrs. Gracie most likely will send one of her boys to check on me, like she did when I was sick with the flu and had to take off work. Until then, I have to figure out how to play my cards right and not piss off this guy to the point of killing me. Despite my numerous other escape attempts, I knew I could get out and get help. But how is the question? He’s always there, he’s quieter than an ant, he can kill me probably with one hand, so what would I do-wait. My crayon skid to a stop on the mane of the badass centaur I was drawing

            Does he know I have a gun?

            Earlier, when I thought he was just some kid pulling a mean joke, I did mention it, but I don’t know if he thought I was bluffing or not. I hope he does think I’m bluffing. I could use the gun and force him to let me out, or even kill him. I frowned at that idea. I don’t really like the idea of taking a life, even if he did kill people, but if I must…

            I stood up, stretching my arms, his head turning to me. He began to stand up as well before I sighed.

            “I’m just going to make myself some food, Mask-Man. No need to patrol and act as my guard. I’m not dumb enough to try to escape again,” except that I was, “so just, chill out. I’m just hungry because all you gave me was a slice of cheese.” He paused before slowly sitting back down, his head still pointed at me. Then, he slowly turned his attention back to the screen.

            Taking deep breathes as quietly as I could as I walked kitchen, my eyes zeroed in on the drawer where the pistol was. Casually, I approached the pantry, which was near the drawer, but unfortunately in sight of the family room, meaning Mask-Man could see me. It also just occurred to me that I had no idea how to use a fucking gun. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Just aim and shoot. I mean, I think it was loaded, although I wasn’t sure.

            After pretending to peruse the pantry, I took a deep and shaky breath before yanking open the drawer and grabbing the gun. I gripped it with both hands and pointed it at the man, who now was staring at me, standing up.

            “You know what this is, buddy? It’s a fuckin’ gun. I didn’t wanna do this, but I had no choice. Let me go,” I ordered, trying my best to look intimidating despite the man practically being a giant compared to me. He merely stared at me, before taking a step in my direction, which I yelled at.

            “H-HEY! No! Don’t take any steps towards me, you mask-guy-man. Stay there! I will shoot! Don’t try me!” He proceeded to take several more steps, despite my warnings. When he was within five feet of me, I closed my eyes and aimed the gun at his head.

            “I’m sorry, but I warned you!” I pulled the trigger, wincing and bracing myself for the inevitable fact that I will be staring at a corpse when I opened my eyes.

            Click. My eyes whipped back to the gun, wide. It’s in that moment I realized that it, in fact, wasn’t loaded. Fuck.

            He grabbed the gun and wrenched it out of my hands, throwing it aside, staring down at me.

            “Shit, oh shit, I’m sorry, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry! PLEASE!” I pled, shrieking as he grabbed my hair, no doubt pulling out strands as he dragged me to the living room, my scalp screaming in pain.

            He sat down on the couch, yanking me over his lap, making me lose my breath. He grabbed my jeans and yanked them down along with my panties, exposing my ass to the open. I began to writhe, desperately trying to get off him. He was going to rape me, he was going to fucking rape me-

            I gasped in pain as I felt his big hand come down of my right cheek, the pain bursting out. I didn’t have time to process what he was doing though because he continued to spank my ass, no doubt leaving bruises at a relentless pace. I began to sob around thirty, dangling miserably from his lap.

            My ass felt like it was on fire. He didn’t stick to a pattern, he just spanked. I never had felt so humiliated in my life.

            By the time he was done, I was a sobbing mess. Snot was dribbling slowly out my nose onto the carpet below, tears also staining the carpet.

            I choked on air when he cruelly gripped my left cheek, digging his nails into the skin. I just let him, feeling defeated. I didn’t know how to react. I was just grateful he was done.

            He shoved me off his lap and onto the carpet. I yelped, before continuing to sob, my rear exposed to the air still.

He just ignored me, as he normally did.

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ye, sorry if you aren't normally a crier, (y/n) got a bit of a traumatic experience. I was basing her reaction off what I would do in this situation, and I would just fuckin sob and feel weak. MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY HANUKAH/ HAPPY WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE!!!! See ya, my fellow slasher sluts.

[dabislilbaby]

Blue Moon

Soft Dabi x f!Reader Fluff

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A/n: Today is my birthday 🙇🏽‍♀️ I woke up this morning after having this very sweet dream about my crispy chicken nugget💕 it honestly made my entire day better before it even started. I want to share with you guys bc it was really fluffy and just made my heart melt🥹 enjoy <3

P.s. my dream wasn't very detailed so it's mainly a base for this little fic

I might do some fluffy birthday fics for my other boys too<3

Word Count: 1.4k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

It was late in the evening, just before midnight. You were cuddled up on your couch with a blanket, your cat purring in your lap as you scratched under his chin. The lights were dim, just a small lamp on the opposite side of the room and a candle with your favorite scent on the coffee table. It was nice and quiet, save for the low volume of conversation coming from your TV. It was almost perfect.

Suddenly you were startled by a mismatched pair of lips meeting your cheek from behind the couch. "Happy Birthday pretty girl." One of Dabi's arms reached around to hold your chin, turning your head to give you another kiss on the lips this time. You swatted his arm. "Dabs! You scared me!" You pouted. He smirked at your adorable expression. "You didn't think I was gonna let someone else be the first one to tell you happy birthday, did you?" He rounded the couch and just then your phone dinged with a text from Toga.

Toga🩸

ITS MIDNIGHT!🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!

He took a seat next to you on the couch and both of you glanced at the lit up screen. "See? A minute later and blondy woulda beat me to it." You rolled your eyes, picking up your phone to text Toga a quick thank you. "You could have just called, or sent a text like Toga did." He faked a hurt expression. "What? You mean you don't like when I sneak thru your window in the middle of the night for a visit?" You tried your best to pretend to be annoyed but he saw the smile that threatened to peak thru. "Besides..." He reached over the back cushion of the couch to where he was just standing moments ago. "...if I'd just called you then I wouldn't have been able to bring you this."

He pulled out a tiny chocolate cake, about the size of both his fists put together. And knowing him, it probably wasn't paid for. He handed it to you and hopped off the couch, headed for your kitchen. "You can't have a birthday without cake, it's illegal." He called as he left the room. You heard your silverware drawer open and close and you giggled. "As if the law has ever stopped you." You teased. "Oh shush, just eat your damn cake you little brat." He teased back, handing you a fork and taking his seat next to you once more.

Your cat crawled off of your lap and headed straight for Dabi's. He always paid more attention to your boyfriend when he'd visit, cuddling up to him for his warmth. Dabi swears he's not an animal person, and that he doesn't like your cat, but he never complains when he curls up in his lap and gives him a few ear scratches anyway.

You popped off the clear plastic lid of the stolen Walmart cake, the smell of rich chocolate filling your nose. You leaned into dabi's shoulder, and set the cake in-between you. You both take a fork full and shove it in your mouth. "Did you make any plans for today?" You shook your head no, shoving more cake in your mouth. "Mind if I stay then? Spend the day with you?" You smiled. "You don't need to ask, I always enjoy your company." He softly smiled. He always forgets that you don't find him to be a burden like most other people do. "just a habit I guess."

The two of you eat and talk for a bit. He rants to you about how much toga and shiggy get on his nerves, and hints at the fact that sometimes he misses twice, tho he'll never fully admit it out loud.

"Oh!" You jumped in excitement. "I bought a new record the other day, do you wanna hear it?" Dabi was more of a metal head himself, but he found it cute how much you liked to listen to old music. He'd indulge you often and let you show him your favorite songs, some he'd heard so many times while in the car with you he'd probably know them by heart. "Sure doll, show me whatcha got." You slipped out of his arms and stood from the couch. A few feet to the left of your sofa there was an old victrola. It was in surprisingly good condition for its age.

You crouched in front of the dark wooden music player, filing thru your collection of records until you found the right one. As you were pulling it out of the small cabinet, you felt Dabi's presence behind you. When you stood, he rubbed his hand along your arm and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you place the black vinyl under the needle. The static began and a few seconds later the music poured out of its old speakers.

🎶Blue moon🎶

🎶You saw me standing alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

This song sounded familiar to Dabi, he wasn't sure where he'd heard it though. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and hummed along to the rhythm.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶I heard somebody whisper "please adore me"🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

And then it clicked, his mother used to hum this song around the house when he was little. Sometimes she'd sing the words, but not very often. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly swaying you to the music a bit

🎶Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

You turned in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face there as well. You and Dabi continued to sway. His hands found place on your lower back, they fit so perfectly, like you were made just for him. He hugged you close, heating up his quirk a bit to make you feel warm. He hummed the lyrics right next to your ear, the low rumble in his throat sending goosebumps down the back of your neck.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

You nuzzled your head into his neck comfortably, playing with the hair at his nape. He sang the next part to you. So quiet it was almost a whisper, deep gravel in his vocal cords. "Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone. Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own." To anyone else, his voice was nothing special. Some may have even disliked it. But to you, right now in this moment, slow dancing with him in your living room at 1:00 in the morning on your birthday, there wasn't a sound more beautiful then the words he sang to you.

You lifted your head and kissed the scarred skin on his jaw. "Thank you" you said sweetly. "For what doll?" You laid your head back on his shoulder and swayed some more. "Just for being here. You make life a whole lot more worth living." You didn't see the pink that tinted his cheeks, or the soft look in his eyes when he tucked your hair behind your ear, watching how you found comfort nuzzled in his chest. He scoffed, his next words not matching the expression on his face. "Yeah yeah, just don't tell Shigs that I went all soft on ya. I'd never hear the end of it." You smiled and the two of you swayed in a comfortable silence.

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Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms on your couch around 3am. He stayed, just like he said he would. Attempting to make you breakfast in the morning even tho he wasn't that great of a cook, eventually letting you take over when he almost caught the whole stove on fire. He let you play with the soft spikes of his inky black hair while the two of you laid in bed, him between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

The day was perfect. Not because you did anything fancy, or got expensive gifts. But because you spent it with the person you loved the most.

[midnightnautilus]

Wilbur Cross/Wilford Warfstache Fic

Summary: Wilbur Cross finds an anomaly in the Black and White.

Funny little crossover I thought I’d post!

Amongst all the errands and cavorting around Wilbur Cross had to do these days, there were times where he could just stretch his legs and take a break. More than he could say then the hours of the job he used to have, anyways.

Go figure, he thought, grinning to himself as he pulled out a lawn chair with a flat back from the void and propped it up in the ground of the Black. Wilbur took off his jacket and put his arms behind his head as he laid down. The thrum of energies that coursed through the void were nice background noise, and he’d even gotten used to the screaming and wailing.

Maybe he could rile up one of those Sniggles enough to go get him a brewski, make themselves useful.

“Damien?”

Wilbur blinked. That voice was new. He craned his neck up, his spine popping as it did so. Wandering through the void was someone he’d never seen before, which he didn’t particularly care for. Nowadays with the help of the Lord in Black, Ol’ Wiley could usually smell a timeline and their baggage on a person.

Still, must have just been a cult member of some poor bastard that wandered into a summoning circle. He certainly had the looks of one of Nibbly’s disciples, dressed from head to toe in glitzy, glittery pink. Even his mustache was tinged a bright bubblegum.

A far cry from a hooded figure, but it takes all kinds to make a reality.

The figure squinted at Wilbur with puzzlement. “Wait just a tick…you’re not Damien. Suppose he wouldn’t be just lying around, anyways.”

Wilbur couldn’t suppress a laugh. He hopped up to his feet to more closely examine the fresh meat. “Well now, aren’t you a big stretch of taffy! I don’t think I’ve met a ‘Damien’, but tell me…do you know where you are?”

This was usually the part where the victim stuck in the Black would realize their scenario and break down, but this guy just shrugged and ignored his last sentence. “Ah, well���he’s around here someplace, that rascal. Might see you later…or earlier…it all depends…”

“Oh no sunshine, you’re not getting away that easily.” Wilbur wasn’t sure what this guy’s MO was, but he wanted to find out before the guy disintegrated. He grabbed one of his suspenders as he walked away, which stretched for about 10 feet before he stopped.

That did it. The mustached man turned around. Annoyed, he yanked the suspender out of his hand.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise, pally! I’ve gotta be camera ready in 2 hours! Or…two days?” The guy seemed as addled about time as a Spankoffski, muttering to himself about minutes and months. “In any case, it’s common courtesy!”

Wilbur leaned on a non-existent counter, staring down this man like a humorous display in a fashion show. “Pretty big talk from a guy who looks like he just stepped out of a discotheque.”

The man strolled up with a wry smile, apparently alright with the ribbing. “Well, aren’t YOU the clever canary, Mr. uh…”

He peered over to what Wilbur thought was his bare neck.

“Hey, doll, my eyes are up here…and my goods are a little lower,” Wilbur interrupted, hoping to at least get a night out of whatever this encounter was.

“Mmm…uh…John Macnamara? In the military, I see! I used to know…someone in the military, can’t exactly remember which—“

“Wh—-no!” Wilbur’s eyes darted down to find a dog tag around his neck. A remnant of a man he no longer was. How did that get there? He swore he threw it away.

He yanked it off his neck causing the chain to break and threw it behind his back. “My name’s Wiley, if ya must know. And you better ask all your questions now,” he growled defensively before regaining his composure. “before you bite the dust.”

“MhMMMMMM!” The man’s eyes glinted with mischief before getting out a sparkly pen and notepad from…somewhere. “Seems like a bit of a BREAKUP then, eh?” He questioned Wilbur with the air of a teenage gossip. “Some sort of estrangement happen with that little jewelry? Perhaps a—”

As he tried to zone out any of what this mush mouthed weirdo was saying, he looked at the pad of paper. Much too big to fit in a pocket. He rolled his eyes. Of course this fucker had the gift. He’d probably be dead by now if he didn’t. Whoop dee doo.

“Funnily enough, I’m also a Wil— Wilford Warfstache, at your service! You may have heard of my show and this pathos piece just might—“

Wilbur had enough of this guy. He yanked him up by his collar and narrowed his eyes, speaking in a low hissing whisper.

“Listen up, jellybean. Gift or no gift, unless you pledge your soul, you’re gonna DIE HERE. Which sounds better? Being at the mercy of a god…or becoming one?”

His eyes narrowed and glinted a bright green, his menace lacing his usual jovial tone.

Wilford blinked and responded almost admonishingly. “Now what did we say about the merchandise? Jesus, I’m gonna have ta get this PRESSED—“

Without warning, Wilbur sliced through the air with a shining obsidian-colored blade, scratching across the man’s clothes.

Wilford fell to the ground. He groaned with frustration before whipping out a Magnum pistol and firing three shots before Wilbur could blink.

The bullets didn’t hit - the Black made sure of that - but they knocked Wilbur flat on his back with shock, making him out of breath he didn’t know he had.

Wilford cringed at the sight of his destroyed shirt and sighed. “To think, I was gonna have you on for an interview.”

He strolled away, calling out, “Well, I’ll be seeing you, Wilson!” before disappearing completely.

Wilbur got up to his feet and looked around. “It’s Wil—“ But the man was nowhere to be seen.

Where in the fresh hell was that guy?

Had he died already?

And where the hell did he get a gun?

[galaxysodapopdraws]

So here’s something I don’t normally do, write fanfiction! If y’all do enjoy it and want to read more from me I might make some more later.

I wrote this currently (aka 1 am) because I had the idea for a while and just said screw it I’ll write it instead of drawing it while I’m working on other things. So if punctuation or spelling is wrong I’m too tired to rewrite them right now.

This story stars a young Eggman (Julian) and Chuck making their breakthrough on the Robotizer! But Chuck seems to be uneasy about something going on with Julian.

Now without further ado~

Sonic Genesis: The Beginning of the End

It is a cool autumn night, fog covers a small town just outside a grand city settling on the coastline. Bells ring out, letting the sleeping citizens know that it is now midnight. A light teal-blue hedgehog is at his desk scribbling away at blueprints and other documents. He rubs his temple, annoyed by the loud clangs of the bells giving him a headache. He knows he should be asleep by now, but he is so close to finishing his projects and rather not lose his motivation. He goes back to his papers and refocuses on the numbers and ideas in his head.

*BRRRRRRRRINNNNG*

“GREAT GAIA WHAT NOW?!”

The hedgehog shouts as he slams his pencil down onto the crowded desk. His phone finally broke his concentration and makes his anger rise. He snaps out of his frustration when a loud thump came from the next room over.

“SHUT UP CHUCK! IM TRYING TO SLEEP AND YOU SHOULD TO!”

His little sister, Aleena screamed, ready to bust down the wall to stop him. Chuck mumbles under his breath as he goes to check his phone. To his surprise and delight, it is his good friend Julian!

“Julian! Is that you? It’s been forever since we’ve talked! You need to warn me next time you disappear like that.”

“Chuck, I need you at the laboratory as soon as possible. It is important and you cannot tell anyone where you are going.”

Chuck paused for a moment, Julian has been gone for almost four months. Why on Mobius would he contact him now, especially at this time of night?

“Is everything okay? Why do you need me over there?” Chuck asked worryingly.

“It’s about the Robotizer, I’ve made a breakthrough! I just need you to come over and help me work on it while I rest. My eyes are stinging like hell right now.”

Before Chuck could ask if he needed medical aid, Julian had already hung up the phone. Chuck stood there for a moment in silence, his mind racing. They have been working on the Robotizer for almost five years now, has he finally done it? Has Julian successfully managed to get it working? While these thoughts were buzzing around in his mind, Chuck was scrambling around grabbing papers and tools as fast as he could. He burst through into the garage and hopped onto his motorcycle, driving into the darkness.

When Chuck arrived at Julian’s personal laboratory, he could immediately tell something was wrong. The foliage around the building were over grown, the windows were covered in what seems to be tarp from the inside. Julian has been known to go for long periods of time working and creating inventions, but never to the point of neglecting himself and things around him. Chuck tried opening the front door to learn that Julian had changed the lock. Suddenly, a chain crashed down onto the concrete driveway inches away from Chuck causing him to fall over.

“Chuck, this is our secret. Climb up before anyone sees you”

whispered Julian, coming from the second floor. Before ascending the chain Chuck paused for a moment. Something didn’t feel right at all, what would be waiting for him up above? Is Julian in a right state of mind from being isolated for a while? Chuck shook his head, trying to calm his nerves. He’s known Julian for almost ten years now, and if Julian isn’t in a good position, he needs to be there for his friend. Chuck put the file of paperwork between his teeth and began to climb the chain. Reaching the window, Chuck could see that even the rooms inside the building were being neglected. Papers and trash thrown about, equations and notes scribbled all over the chalk board, only a few small lights were illuminating the room. In the dim glow of the lights, Chuck could make out the silhouette of Julian.

“Julian….what happened here? Are you alright?”

Chuck gently spoke as the struggled to climb through the window. Julian stood up and walked over to the hedgehog gripping at the windowsill and picked him up as if he was lighter than air. He set him down and crouched to get to eye level with Chuck. The first thing Chuck noticed was the hair on Julian’s head was carelessly shaved off, with a few bloody stitches replacing what was there before. Julian looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in forever, his eyes were covered by a small pair of dark goggles that seemed to be warning Chuck not to do anything stupid.

“We did it, we finally did it.”

Julian sighed. He stood up and walked slowly to his work table as if he were in a daze.

“Listen, it’s wonderful that you got the Robotizer working, but we need to get you to the hospital. The scars on your head aren’t looking to good and-“

Chuck was interrupted by Julian’s joyful yet menacing laugh. He turned back towards Chuck, a tooth baring grin stretched across his face.

“Chuck, we are doctors, I’m positive I know what I’m doing when it comes to stitches and such.”

“But we’re not those kind of doctors! How’d you get them anyways? What happened here?”

Julian reached behind him and picked up a small device off from the table. The Beta Robotizer, a small machine that can turn any flesh and blood into metal and data. It is small enough to fit your hand or even a small creature such as a mouse. Julian beckoned Chuck to come closer as he once again crouched to make sure he speaks to him face to face. Cautiously, Chuck walked over to Julian and pulled up a stool, waiting for Julian to explain himself.

“I apologize for not contacting you for so long. I just didn’t want to risk anyone else figuring out what we’re doing. But I believe I made enough security measures for us to finally get back to work.”

“I see…. Now about the stitches.”

“Ah yes, don’t worry about them. While testing the Robotizer I fell and busted my head open on the counter. But it was worth it in the long run, the Robotizer is a success and we need to begin working on a bigger one.”

Chuck smiled softly, knowing that his friend seemed to be okay. Exhausted and a bit delirious, but okay. However, a question came across Chuck’s mind that filled him with dread. As much as he knew he’d probably hate the answer, he just had to ask:

“Julian, you said you were testing the Robotizer, and even said it worked. But…. But what did you test it on exactly?”

Julian’s grin began to creep up on his face again, softly chuckling to himself as the reached up towards the back of his head to unclip the goggles that were covering his eyes. Chuck jumped back and fell off the stool in pure fear and shock after as Julian’s chuckle turned into a hardy laugh.

“YOUR EYES?!? ARE YOU INSANE?! This is a prototype! If something went wrong you could’ve went blind or worse!” Chuck yelled in frustration.

Julian’s eyes, now just black cameras with red lenses replacing his pupils and sclera followed Chuck’s movements, creating a whirring sound at every gaze. Bright red nerves had appeared around the sockets, as well as bruising that was slowly swelling and leaking a strange oil-like liquid.

“My vision has never been more clear, I haven’t even been using much light because I can now clearly see in the dark! They save me time and energy when working. Chuck, imagine what we could do with this, if we built a bigger one to fully robotize someone, we can change the world as we know it!”

Julian stood up and began to shuffle through the papers Chuck had brought. Chuck just sat in silence, not knowing what to say about the matter. He was very happy that their project had worked, but seeing Julian’s eyes and how they function, it filled him with a sense of unease.

“I’m glad that you were still working on the project while I was gone. All this new info and changes can help us a lot in the process.” Julian said as he put them back into the file.

He turned to Chuck and noticed that he looked like he was looking unwell, almost as if he was going to be sick. Julian sighed and placed a hand on Chuck’s head, petting him while making sure not to prick his fingers on his quills.

“Look, when we finally complete the main Robotizer, we will look back knowing that it was worth it. Tell you what, instead of working on it like I asked you tonight, go ahead and go home to rest. Come back this weekend and we can get started.”

Chuck glanced up at him, Julian was giving him a gentle smile, but his metal eyes glared back with no emotion or concern.

“Yeah…. It’s late anyways and I have work tomorrow.”

Chuck says as he begins reach for his papers, only to be interrupted by Julian slamming his hand on the files.

“Don’t worry about all that stuff right now.” Julian said guiding Chuck to the window.

“Right now you need to rest and get your mind at ease so we can get back to work. You have a good night, I’ll call you later tomorrow to check on you.”

Chuck lowered himself gently to the ground, barely breaking the silence of the woods around him. He sat there for a moment, wondering why Julian would do such a thing to himself. And why a bigger Robotizer? The plan was to make small ones to help in medical procedures. There was no real need to rush things right now. Chuck sighed, hopefully this will pass over him and it will all be worth it in the end. As he hoped on to his motorcycle and drove down the path, he peered over his shoulder towards the window in the laboratory. Where he could see the red eyes of his friend shining through the glass.