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thecagedsong · 3 years

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Forgotten Light: Chapter 3: Staged

A/N: Here’s the next one. I hope you like it. Don’t hate me. I’m trying to handle these themes with respect while still remaining in character.

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Chapter 3: Staged

Kendra woke up with a start, blinking at her surroundings. She was lying in the center of a bed, big and round, with nice sheets, still in her dirty clothes. Bad for the sheets, good for her. Except for a heavy necklace, that was new. She cast it onto the bed beside her. Better safe than sorry.

Itching, icy cold started to crawl into the blankets with her. She pulled the covers over herself and hunkered down, trying to remember.

The first thing she remembered was the door. Unlocking it had done something to her memories. Then Ronodin showed up, and he spent the time arguing with Seth, who claimed to be her brother. They were trying to get the shiny stone.

Was she a jewel thief?

No, Humbuggle, the dwarf guy, probably actually a demon, kept going on about a contest. Okay, she, her brother, and Ronodin were all in a contest for the shiny rock. So was the gold guy, who was also a dragon? He seemed perfectly human to her, if ridiculously loud. Maybe he was part of a gang called ‘the dragons’? But she did know that dragons could take human form.

Why did she know that? When did she learn it? She was sure of the information, like she was sure that the sky was blue, even if she hadn’t seen the sky since her memory was wiped. She also knew that knowledge about dragons wasn’t common information. But she couldn’t imagine herself reading that information, or seeing it happen, or someone telling it to her. She just knew.

What did she know about amnesia? Two main kinds: can’t recall the past, and can’t make new memories in the future. She had the first kind, thank goodness, a single reset. Ronodin, Seth, Celebrant, and Humbuggle all seemed to accept that she had given up her memories voluntarily, and it was an enchantment. They came in at different times and didn’t seem to like each other, so all of them agreeing on something probably meant it was true.

It had only been her and Seth, after she gave up her memory, so she had probably done it so that her brother wouldn’t have to. At least she was a good sister, whoever else she had been.

Kendra’s teeth started to chatter, the cold coming despite her blankets. They all seemed to agree on her name, so that was also probably true.

The cold was sinking in now, brushing her skin, her bones.

She had to get somewhere warmer, or she’d die before she figured out what was going on. Kendra poked her head out of the cocoon she had made, eyeing the door. It was a heavy black thing, with spiraling designs. Black and red seemed to be the motif of this place. She was wrapped in crimson sheets, there was a desk with a picture of an island hanging above it. A vanity. A door that opened to a bathroom, a closed closet. No windows.

Overall, just as unfamiliar as the bedroom in the castle that Humbuggle sent her to. She hoped this wasn’t her real home, she had a major heating problem.

The big black door creaked open, and Kendra tightened her grip on her blankets.

“Love, you’re awake,” Ronodin said, eyes softening as he saw her. Blue sconces lit up the room, turning the light colder as he walked in.

“You keep calling me that, but my brother said I was in love with your cousin and not to trust you,” Kendra said.

Ronodin sighed, looking down, “It’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you now that we have time. Can I at least help you get warmed up?”

Kendra glared suspiciously, forcing her teeth to keep from chattering.

“All I’m going to do is put this necklace on you,” he said, picking up the necklace she had tossed aside when she woke up. It was a ruby pendant, set in silver. “Its magic, it will help you with the unnatural cold. Then you can stay wrapped up, I’ll sit at the desk, and answer all your questions.” His voice was pleading, “Please let me help you first.”

It was cold enough that she wasn’t going anywhere. The worst that could happen was the pendant was cursed, but if he wasn’t telling the truth about it warming her, she’d freeze to death anyway. She knew she could remove it at least.

“Fine,” she huffed, and her breath condensed in front of her face.

Ronodin looked relieved, and she immediately felt bad. Seth had said that Ronodin was lying, and she was in love with his cousin. That meant they still had a relationship, in both versions of the story. It probably hurt him to have her treat him like a stranger, no matter who was telling the truth.

Because Kendra was swaddled in the middle of the circle bed, Ronodin had to kneel on the bed to put it on her. He did every action slowly, trying not to scare her. As the necklace settled, his fingers barely brushed her collar bone in a way that was somehow extremely intimate.

It made her shiver, and when she stopped, she realized it was indeed from the touch, because she wasn’t cold anymore. He scooted off the bed and took the chair, just like he promised. She let the blankets around her relax a bit. The necklace left her perfectly comfortable either way.

“Where do you want to start, Darling?” Ronodin asked. “You trust the word of your brother; do you remember him?”

Kendra shook her head. “No, but the four of you disliked each other back there. You were in competition, that means that if you four agreed on something, it was most likely true. I was alone with him, and he tried to protect me, so I was on the same side as my brother. All of you called me his sister, and you all agreed that I gave up my memory voluntarily. I hope that’s something I would do for my brother, so those two facts check out.”

“You really are clever,” he said, propping his elbow on the desk and staring at her, “You have always been modest about it, but I bet no one else would have been able to pull together so many things in the minutes after loosing their memory completely. What else do you know, so I know where to start?”

“Not much,” she admitted with a blush, “We were part of a competition. I’m under an enchantment that is blocking my memory. I probably have a boyfriend. Celebrant doesn’t like me. Humbuggle is annoying and rigged the contest. The only real prize was amnesia. We freed a bunch of people that were cursed inside the castle. And I have some kind of magic sight. Oh, and I was taken from wherever Humbuggle sent me by this scary puppet thing, and got knocked out along the way.” Wait, that was right. The storm, her brother shouting, being carried, getting knocked out somewhere along the way.

Ending up here.

Kendra narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Ronodin.

Ronodin sighed, “Not a lot to work with, but a good base of things I don’t have to convince you about. First thing you should know is that you begged to come here. No kidnapping involved.”

Kendra raised her eyebrow, “Really now, cause that felt a whole lot like kidnapping.”

“You didn’t count on your own amnesia when you wrote the plan,” he said drily, “but you wanted it to look like a kidnapping.”

“That’s convenient for a kidnapper to say.”

“I can prove it,” he said with a smile. His dark tousled hair fell into his eyes as he leaned forward with a grin.

“Let’s see it then,” she challenged folding her arms.

“The puppet’s name is Mendigo. He only follows your orders. You told him to bring you right to this room, through a magic barrel you hid for exactly this plan. Say his name, he’ll come when you call.”

“Mendigo?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. Wood jangled beside her bed, making her jump away. Her hand jumped to her chest, trying to calm her heart. The puppet had been standing in the room, beside the head of her bed. She hadn’t looked there. Or maybe she had thought it was just a coat rack in the dim light, she hadn’t gotten a good look at it during the kidnapping either. The puppet was facing her, a smile painted onto its block head. It was held together with golden hooks, and was much creepier than anything else she had seen so far. Including the turning-to-ashes bit with the stone.

Ronodin started laughing.

“I’m sorry, but you should have seen your face!”

“Not funny,” she huffed, folding her arms.

“It was a little funny,” Ronodin said, “He only obeys you, he’s protected you, and he makes you jump when he moves. Tell him to do something simple.”

“Mendigo, go, um, close the door.” The puppet did exactly what she said.

“Now I’m going to tell him to come back,” Ronodin said, “Watch. Mendigo? Pull Kendra’s hair.”

Kendra glared at him, but the puppet didn’t move. It was a bit too easy. What if the puppet was really under Ronodin’s orders, and he told the puppet to only obey her for this demonstration? The puppet couldn’t exactly vouch for himself. She had to figure out what control Ronodin had over it, and she had to do it before they went any farther. It was the difference between sure kidnapper and maybe boyfriend.

“Mendigo, choke Ronodin.”

The puppet surged forward, catching Ronodin in a headlock. He started gasping, and Mendigo pulled tighter.

“Stop!” she yelled, hands up, “Mendigo stop! Let him go.” Ronodin collapsed, missing the chair and slumping to the floor. She scrambled to the edge of the bed to see him cough in a lungful of air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”

He rubbed his throat, “I did not expect that from you,” he said, voice raspy, “Hell, that hurt.”

“Are you going to be alright?”

He nodded, “It wasn’t deadly, so I’ll live. I’m just glad you didn’t test your control by asking him to snap my neck. Believe me yet that you’re the only one who controls him?”

She nodded, face red over her stupid test. “I really am sorry. I thought for sure you were the one he was taking orders from.”

He sat back in the desk chair, but she didn’t put herself back in her blankets, clearly he was telling the truth. And he was kind of at her mercy with Mendigo at her control. No real reason to be defensive.

He started chuckling, “I’m sorry,” he said, still rubbing his throat, “But that was so much more extreme a command than I was expecting.” His dark eyes turned appreciative, “I love it when you’re fierce.”

There was far too much in those words, that gaze, and she didn’t understand exactly what it implied, but it made her flush.

“How did I end up with a creepy magical puppet under my command?” she asked, looking at Mendigo to avoid his gaze.

“I believe you got it off a witch you defeated when you were thirteen,” he said. She had been trying to ignore it, but it needed to be acknowledged that Ronodin was hot. Dark hair, pale skin, chiseled features. Piercing black eyes with folded eyelids common to those of Asian descent. Korean, if she had to guess. He dressed in a dark robe with vibrant embroidery around the collar and sleeves, and wore it with confidence. His voice was ridiculously easy to listen to, even after being strangled. Actually, his voice added a little, gruff edge to it, the little imperfection improving it.

If she was going to keep her wits and figure out who she was and where her memories were, she could not afford to be dazzled by him.

“Right,” she said, blushing, “And how did I defeat a witch? Magic eyes?”

“Innocence,” he said, “That has real power in our world, and when you were thirteen, you kept all the rules, didn’t hurt anyone, and the witch couldn’t touch you. You asked for help from the Fairy Queen, and your innocence made her grant it, for the first time in hundreds of years. She made you something called Fairy Kind.”

“And Fairy Kind have magic eyes?” she scoffed. “You do realize how ridiculous this sounds.”

“Hmm, that knowledge must be too specific to you, you can’t retrieve it around the block,” Ronodin said, looking her up and down, “You don’t really have magic eyes. At least, no more magic than mine. You can see the light of fairy magic. It’s never really dark for you, because you’re always emitting your own light, wherever you go. But it’s actually really bright for down here, you’re kind of blinding me. Can you turn it down?”

“Oh, uh,” Kendra blushed, “I don’t know how.”

“Something else you’re going to have to relearn,” Ronodin sighed, “Okay. For the sake of my eyes, I’m going to teach you how to dim it like you used to. Ready?”

“Uh, okay,” Kendra said.

“You have this light, and you can only see it reflecting off everything else,” Ronodin explained, “That’s the normal state. But it’s awfully annoying for anyone trying to talk to you, and can make it hard for you to sleep. Imagine you’re holding a candle. The candle is the power inside of you.”

“I don’t know what the power inside me feels like,” she said. “I don’t feel powerful.”

“It’s part of your essence, of who you are,” he explained gently, “It’s not connected to memory, but the things about you that memories can never change. I’m going to turn off the lights, so you can see if its working. It’s okay, this is how we did it the first time.”

“Okay,” she said. He made the blue flames in the sconces vanish, but the room didn’t really dim. She tried to feel for her ‘essence’, but that was really hard when she didn’t know what that looked like. Was she a warm person? An angry and combative person? Did she like music? Which ones?

“You’re spiraling,” Ronodin said, “You don’t have to think about what you don’t know, focus on what you do. Focus on the feelings in your heart. You are kind, you gave up your memories for your brother. You take charge, like you did when telling off a dismissive Celebrant and bringing yourself here. Focus on where your strength came from in those situations, what takes over when there’s nothing else you can give. You have nothing else to give right now, what is guiding you?”

Kendra focused inward, and she thought she felt it. Who she was, the core of herself, it felt warm and bright inside her chest, behind her heart. She wouldn’t have ever found it if someone hadn’t told her to look, but she felt herself there.

“I think I have it.”

“Okay, imagine you’re holding that core of yourself in your hand. It’s a candle, burning, giving off light and energy.”

She did as he asked, and nodded when she thought she had it several minutes later.

“You’re going to pull that close, and cover it with your hand. Not putting it out, just dimming it. Fingers blocking the light, like you would a candle.”

Kendra blinked, “You want me to dim my soul?”

He shook his head, “It’s not your soul, it’s the expression of your magic entwined with your essence. And you’re just covering it up a little to make things more bearable. You’re taking your heart from your sleeve and putting it back in your chest for a little while.”

The room slowly dimmed as she worked through the imagery. It didn’t become completely dark, but it went from a dimly lit room to a room with a small nightlight.

“Is this better? I don’t think I can make it any dimmer,” Kendra said, brow creased

“Wonderful,” he said. And with her dimmer light, she could barely make out the white of his teeth.

“How do you know all this?”

He relit the sconces with his own magic. And he looked different in the blue light that didn’t mix with her own. More…glacial.

“Kendra, I’m your fiancé. I know this because I taught you this before.”

#Forgotten Light #chapter three: staged #Kendra Sorenson #Dragonwatch #Fablehaven #don't kill me #Ronodin is right #this method will be more effective with Kendra #Because teenage girls are like that with romance and I'm not going to pretend otherwise

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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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Hope Will Sustain Us, My Darling

Cloneship Week | Day 3 - Wings - @cloneshipweek

Tup/Wooley/Comet

Rating: G

Warnings: they are so cute you’ll get sick, uhh very minor mentioned injury

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The planet they were on was warm, with yellow and red flora, and a deep blue sky. Fluffy looking clouds gathered in the distance, though Dogma assured Tup that it wouldn’t rain. That was definitely a good thing because the storms on this planet were rumored to be very dangerous, the winds strong enough to pick people up and fling them high into the sky. Predators prowled the grasslands, lying in wait for unsuspecting victims to bite and paralyze. Even the bugs could be dangerous, since the glowing, flying bugs would explode if they were swatted or touched.

Despite the dangers, Tup still thought it was beautiful. Especially with the sun beginning to set. A red dwarf turned the sky various shades of fiery orange and golden yellow, the rays reaching out and dusting the clouds with traces of pink and purple. Two years ago, Tup would never have been able to describe the peace and beauty of the evening on this random planet, nor would he have believed that any environment could be anything but cold, dark, and rainy.

Tup had never been so glad to be wrong before.

“Look,” Wooley pointed, his voice soft to preserve the calm that had settled over the three battalions stationed there. Off in the distance, the strange herbivores came out of hiding, their long forelegs reaching down to grab grass and stuff it in their mouths. General Kenobi had gone off on an adventure earlier in the day to study them, Commander Cody growling and complaining by his side the whole way.

“Did anyone manage to get the holovid of the Commander chasing one of those after it stole his bucket?” Tup wondered out loud.

Wooley snorted. “I’ve already got it saved in as many places as I could. And Commander Wolffe and Commander Ponds owe me a favor for sending it to them.”

Tup stretched his arms and then his wings behind him, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain. He’d sprained his left wing in the battle the day before and was supposed to take it easy until it was completely healed. Unfortunately, that meant he couldn’t fly up to join Comet among the clouds. His other boyfriend, however, had elected to stay firmly planted on the ground by Tup’s side, and Tup couldn’t help but melt at the thoughtfulness.

Wooley must have noticed his flinch, as soon, he was wrapped up in the ARC’s arms and cuddled against his chest. His wings curled around them both, protecting them from the slight breeze and keeping their warmth inside the small cocoon they’d made. It was soothing, and Tup gladly leaned against Wooley. He laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

“Ten credits says Comet ends up injuring himself,” Wooley says with a smirk as he adjusted to better support Tup’s weight.

Tup tore his gaze away from the distant herbivores to watch the various clone troopers flying high up in the sky, playing tag or holding competitions for who could do the best aerial stunts. Delighted shrieks and laughter would float down to those who remained on the ground on occasion, bringing smiles to all who heard.

Comet made a particularly daring move, stealing Jesse’s helmet from right off his belt and speeding back towards Sinker and Boost. The chase was on. Tup watched as the Wolfpack played keep-away against the 501st brothers, with the 212th switching sides randomly to add to the chaos.

“You’re on,” Tup decided. He had faith in their boyfriend and figured Sinker and Boost would likely prevent Comet from getting injured.

They both watched avidly as the scarlets and purples of the sunset painted the armor and wings of their vod’e, turning them from average clone troopers into works of art. Tup wished that holos were able to truly capture everything he was seeing. He would love to hold this moment in time, with all the colors and sounds, the feel of Wooley’s arms and wings wrapped comfortably around him, and the serenity of the planet in his heart for the rest of his life.

“Hey Wooley?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about what will happen to us after the war is over?” Tup asked as he leaned his head against Wooley’s shoulder.

They sat silently for several long minutes while Wooley thought his question over. “I guess I have,” he said eventually. “Not really consciously in a this-is-what-I-want-to-do-with-my-life way, but there are things that I fight for, that I hold onto.”

Tup hummed thoughtfully. “What kind of things?”

“For a while, it was fighting to make Commander Cody and the General proud of me. To not let them down, no matter what. When I met Comet, I decided to fight so I could always come back to him. Now, I fight for both of you and the life we could build together once the war is over.” Wooley pressed a soft kiss to Tup’s temple, and he could feel his boyfriend smiling against his skin. “Before, I fought for duty, but now, I guess, I’m fighting this war for hope.”

“That’s a good thing to fight for,” Tup said. “I want a house with a big yard and lots of plants and trees around. We’ll have an office where you can actually write down all the stories you tell and a garage for me so I can tinker without getting anything dirty. Comet can have a really big kitchen so he can experiment with cooking and baking all he likes. We’d probably have so many guest rooms and we’d definitely need an enormous cooler. We’d have Rex, Commander Wolffe, and General Kenobi trying to give us more food all the time. All our vod’e would live nearby and we’d have big parties and bonfires, just like we do after good battles. Probably have a bunch of ad’e running around, too.”

“I like the sound of that,” Wooley murmured.

Comet whizzed past them, flying as low as he dared and tossing a wink their way before speeding back up to the clouds, Fives right behind him and shouting curses.

Yes, that was the perfect future.

#clone/clone #tup/wooley/comet #clone trooper tup #clone trooper wooley #clone trooper comet #sweet babies don't know how to be angsty #only fluff #seriously #they caught the feels #cloneshipweek2021 #day 3 | wings #cloneshipping

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fletchphoenix · 4 years

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Families Are Overrated

Chapter 2 of the Varigo Coffee Shop AU!

Wow, an update today and yesterday! I’m absolutely loving this story and writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. Unfortunately, I start school soon so the schedule will most likely have to change (as much as I don’t want it to.)

Word Count - 3,705

TW - Panic Attacks, Strong Language

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Although it was only Wednesday, Thursday felt as though it was decades away. Up until now, the days had dragged on and on and on. In all honesty, Varian thought the universe itself was extending the length of each day just to taunt him. They all just seemed to merge together no matter what he did to take up his time, it never seemed to speed up. “Why can’t Thursday just hurry up…?” The raven haired boy thought as he picked up his backpack and headed out of the chemistry labs, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear and descending the stairs towards the town library.

Corona was a rather large town, with most streets littered with stores, houses and parks. Oddly, it was almost always unbelievably sunny, the aforementioned rays of the blinding light burning his eyes as he remained on course to the building, causing him to be suddenly very interested in the floor. The town was rather peaceful and beautiful too in terms of crime and layout - though, he did live in the less beautiful, more run-down faction of the city called Old Corona, and ANY town would be better than Old Corona when it comes to crime rates or general beauty.

After around 10 minutes of walking, he found himself outside of the doors he knew so well - the doors to the Coronan Library. His mom used to joke, always calling it the “Eternal Library” because of its tremendous size. Before her and his dad split up. He missed her a lot. He let out a sigh at the unwanted memory and stepped forward. Instantly after he’d pushed open the heavy, oak doors, a tiny boy ran and wrapped his arms around his waist with a wide smile on his face. Varian let out a chuckle and leant down to ruffle his hair, prying the younger boy off him and heading to a 3 seating spruce table in the middle of the room. Various books, pens and stationary were littered about the surface with the wood underneath barely even visible at most points. Yong eagerly ran to take his seat, jittering in excitement. He could swear that kid was just a bundle of energy - somehow always able to run around or be doing something.

“Took you long enough. I was starting to think you bailed.” A voice rang out as he took his place at the table. He didn’t even have to look at her to know who it was, a distinct hair clip with a star on it made it very clear to him. Nuru looked at him, a smirk on her face and her eyebrow raised with her NASA shirt being covered by a violet bomber jacket. Her jeans were cuffed and little scribbles that were drawn in pen were dotted here and there. Sneakers that were the same colour as her jacket only just fell short of her ankle, black socks with stars peeking out of them only just visible from the top. He dramatically sighed and feigned annoyance, a mock expression of the emotion on his face while he flopped back into his chair.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry Nuru. I got sidetracked - that’s all. So, how are you today, Yong?” He questioned, finally taking time to look over at the boy sitting beside him. Covering him was a crimson hoodie - judging by the way it dwarfed him in size, it was his older brother’s that was given to him as a hand me down or some sort of gift. It was kind of cute - a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. On his feet were some worn, gold and red converse that were laced ridiculously tight, also a hand-me-down. A childish smile was on his face as he looked up at Varian.

“I’m fine! We learnt about astronomy today and calculating percentage composition! We got assigned some questions though and I didn’t understand the equation…” He mumbled the last part and leant against the table, before pulling 2 notebooks out of his bag. “Is it okay if you two can help me with my homework though? Just so I can understand it better and stuff. You explain it really well.”

“Sure we can, buddy.” Varian replied and shuffled closer to him. “So the equation for percentage mass is the mass of the desired elements divided by the gram formula mass, and then multiply it by 100%, but you know that, right?” He paused, waiting for a nod of confirmation which he promptly got before continuing with his explanation. “So the question is to calculate the percentage composition of ammonium nitrate fertilizer. Right? So, the first step is to write out the formula,” he paused once again to allow Yong to follow his instructions, the younger boy giving a thumbs up when he was done. “Great. So then you need to work out the gram formula mass which is…?”

Yong stared at the paper quietly, leaning forward and holding his pen before chewing the lid. “So it’s 14 add 4 add 14 add 48, so that’s gonna be...80?” he questioned, looking over at Varian and his face lighting up when he gave a nod of approval.

“So then,” Varian added, “You need to do 14 divided by 2 multiplied by 100 to get the percentage of Nitrogen, then 4 divided by 80 and multiplied by 100 to get the percentage of hydrogen and finally 48 divided by 80 and multiplied by 100 to get the percentage of oxygen!” Varian concluded, smiling as Yong handed over his finished work. The older boy glanced over it, double checking before handing the worksheet back with a satisfied hum. “All correct! Well done, bud.”

At that news, Yong gave a little cheer, moving over to Nuru and showing off his work, Varian sitting back as he watched the heartwarming scene from afar. He seemed so proud of himself, and he had every right to be. Still, after his little adrenaline rush, Nuru sat him down and listened attentively as Yong talked extensively about his astronomy homework. Satisfied that his job was done, Varian gazed out of the window. Hm. Still abnormally sunny - as per usual.

A slight breeze made its way through the library as the door creaked open, prompting Varian to divert his attention towards it. He regretted it immediately. Standing in the doorway was none other than Hugo. He was wearing a green hoodie with jeans...god, he looked so good in green. Heat started to build in his face as he moved to look away from the older boy, his hands fidgeting in his lap and the tips of his ears turning red the longer he looked at him. He silently prayed Nuru and Yong hadn’t noticed...but the universe had other plans in its mission to screw him over.

“Varian, are you okay? Your face is red. Are you too warm? Do you want me to ask the librarian to turn the fan on?” inquired Yong, already standing and beginning to walk away. Varian groaned and sunk back further into his chair, covering his still red face with his hands. Oh my god, why did he have to be here? He grimaced as the sound of Nuru’s laughter gradually got louder. “What.” he questioned, not daring to look up and betray just how flustered he was. This, however, only caused her to laugh even harder.

“Nothing! I just can’t believe Varian Ruddiger, my best friend, is simping for Hugo Atkinson aka one of the biggest playboys in human existence! It’s simply unbelievable!” Nuru cackled, Varian swiftly lunging and covering her mouth with his hand.

“Shut the fuck up, Nuru! If he even hears you!-” he flushed red as his eyes met Hugo’s from across the room. A smirk tugged at the corners of the blonde’s lips and he shot the younger boy a wink, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter as the other’s face went even redder (as if that was even possible) and he frantically tried to compose himself. Varian hurriedly stood up, shoving books into his bag and pushing the blue streak of hair out of his line of sight.

“Oh would you look at the time! Eugene will be here to pick me up any minute now!” he declared rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her position behind the counter and shushed him, her eyes rolling as he repeatedly apologised. Cooling air hit his face as he dashed out of the library, passing Hugo at a speed he himself didn’t know he could reach. It was the relief he desperately needed - the flush of his face calming down and slowly retreating. Why was he so awkward? A blaring horn bought him back to reality, courtesy of his unofficial sister’s boyfriend. Involuntarily, he winced and stumbled back, bringing his hands up to cover his ears.

“Hey Var! C’mon!” Eugene called out, a wide smile on his face as he waved him over. With a groan, Varian headed over and opened the door. He slumped into the passenger’s seat, fingers moving to roll down the window and allow the breeze to hit his face as Eugene drove. Varian silently observed the houses and stores as they sped past, steadily being swapped out with parks and fields leading up to his sister’s house.

It always went like this ever since his mom left. On Wednesdays, Eugene would pick him up from his tutoring job and he’d go over to the couple’s house for dinner, before Eugene would drive him back home to Old Corona. Routine. A snug routine that no one disagreed with. They sat in a pleasant silence before the brunette decided to speak up.

“So uh..how was your day, kiddo?” he implored, taking a second to glance over at the smaller boy as he stared out of the car window, charcoal locks blowing wildly in the wind, with the blue streaks still clearly defined. The response was a nod and faint hum as the boy kept his focus on the landscape beside them. The brunette bit his lip and relented on the questions. Clearly he wasn’t fine then.

The ivory car pulled in outside of the small, ivy-walled cottage, both boys exiting the car after it had been parked. “There we go, Maximus. Good job.” Eugene mumbled under his breath, giving the hood a gentle tap before striding towards the wooden door and opening it. “Blondie! We’re here!” he exclaimed as the blonde-haired woman bounded out into the hallway, sprinting outside to pull the younger boy into a rib-crushing hug as her fiancé watched on in amusement.

“Varian! Hey!” she beamed as she took his wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled him along into the cottage. “It’s so good to see you! Cass, Lance and the girls are in the living room if you want to go see them!” Huh. Cass? That was new. Last thing he heard was that she was travelling the world after finishing her course at university. He put on the widest smile he could and slid open the sitting room’s door.

Cassandra, Lance, Keira and Catalina all looked up from where they were sitting and waved. Varian made his way over to Cass, settling down beside her and allowing her to pull him into a side hug. “Hey co lady-in-waiting.” she chuckled and ruffled his hair. “How are you? How long has it been- what, 4 years?”

“Yep. 4 years.” Lance chimed in from his perch on the matching lilac sofa, a wide grin on his face as Cass tossed a pillow at him. Much to her dismay, he caught it and threw it right back at them. It hit Cass square in the face, her letting out a gasp of surprise and falling back against the plush cushions dotted all over the couch. The black haired boy let out a snort of laughter, covering his mouth and trying to suppress the small giggles that kept leaving his mouth. “I’m-oh fuck hold on,” he barely managed to pass the words through his lips, still in a fit of laughter. He took a deep breath. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. “That’s better. I’m fine. Studying chemistry at Corona University now.” he replied with a grin and leant against her, letting her warmth engulf him once again.

“No fuckin’ way. You’re a uni kid now?” she sat bolt upright, turning to look at him with wide eyes before resuming her original position. “Shit..it's been way too long since I’ve been here.” she let out a breathy laugh and looked down.

“DINNER’S READY!” Rapunzel’s voice cried out from the kitchen, summoning everyone to sit down at the table. The meal of choice was a simple spaghetti, served on a purple porcelain plate. After settling everyone down, Rapunzel distributed the food. It was all going well, in all honesty. Everyone was talking about various topics: Eugene and Lance’s promotions, Kiera and Catalina joining high school soon, where Cass was travelling..that was until that all important question was asked - the one Varian dreaded the most.

“So Varian,” Catalina asked innocently, looking up at him. “Have you got a girlfriend yet?”

Varian froze, spoon raised to his mouth before dropping it back onto the plate. “I-I’m sorry, what?” he stuttered out, an awkward, forced smile taking over his face. Oh god, why were they asking this?

“Yeah V, do you have a girlfriend?” Kiera repeated her sister’s question, her interest seemingly peaked by his response.

Oh. Oh. Of course this question would come up eventually. Fuck. He’d never had a girlfriend in his life! The only girl who he’d ever had a crush on was Cassandra! What did he even like about girls? He tried to think back on all of his previous crushes..Flynn Rider, Cassandra, Vex (for about 2 minutes), and finally...Hugo.

His mind drifted to Hugo much to his displeasure. To the wink at the library, the extensive texting sessions, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about...his sharp and defined features..his lips. He wondered how they’d taste..probably like cherries. Oh, he’d do anything to kiss Hugo-wait what? His face, for the umpteenth time flushed bright red as he narrowed his eyes to stare at the table cloth. “Um-no. No I don’t-” he began to protest before the others interrupted him again.

“Aw, really? Our lovable Varian Ruddiger hasn’t captured the hearts of all the ladies he’s ever laid eyes on? I don’t believe it!” Cass exclaimed, taking a sip of the lemonade Rapunzel had made earlier. “Beautiful lemonade, by the way Raps. Good stuff.”

“Yeah, especially when his brother-in-law is the infamous playboy Flynn Rider!” Lance pointed out with a vast smile on his face. “And Cass is right, this lemonade is the best I’ve ever had, Rapunzel.”

“Look guys, can we just-stop talking about my relationship status?” Varian pleaded, his hands resting on the table and his breathing quickening. Oh god, was the room getting smaller? He felt like it was getting smaller. Tears welled up in his eyes as the others continued their teasing at his expense.

“Just can’t believe it!-”

“I know a lovely girl! She’s Leona’s daughter!-”

“Varian?”

Too hot. It was too hot. No air. Why couldn’t he breathe? Was he dying? What was going on? Why was he shaking so much? He struggled and his chest heaved as he tried to take in more air. It’s too much. Please stop.

“What happened to Vex? Don’t you like her anymore?-”

Please stop.

“Buddy, are you okay?”

Stop.

“Varian?”

“STOP!” he screamed out, standing up fast and knocking his chair to the floor. Wet trails ran down his face as he harshly wiped his eyes and headed to the door. “Thanks for dinner, it was great.” he growled and shoved past the mass of worried people, throwing open the front door and falling to his knees outside. He gasped for breath, the oxygen being his saviour as it finally felt like he was getting enough. He was free. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. His body jolted as a hand cautiously rested on his shoulder, squeezing it softly before the mystery comforter sat by him.

“Rapunzel I…”

“Don’t. I get it. Just get yourself together, okay? In for 7, hold for 7, out for 7. Just like I taught you.” she commented with a reassuring smile, holding out her arms for him to fall into. He closed his eyes in the embrace, his hands holding on tight to the fabric of her dress to ground himself. Her perfume had the scent of lavender, calming his nerves and helping him relax further. It reminded him of the old house before the accident. Before his mom left. The good times.

“Varian..I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have pushed you so far. It isn’t fair.” she finally admitted as her hand weaved through his hair in a motherly kind of way. “I’m so sorry we didn’t stop sooner. But just know that-well, you can always tell us if you aren’t comfortable. We’ll respect your choices no matter what.”

Varian smiled to himself at what his sister said. She always wanted what was best for him - especially after his dad went into a coma. “Thank you so much.” he muttered against her shoulder. “You have..no idea what this means to me.” he sighed, content in the moment before moving back. “I should go home, it’s gonna be really awkward for me to go back.”

Rapunzel looked as though she’d been slapped in the face. “I-are you sure? I doubt the others mind, and I made cupcakes to celebrate you and Cass coming over.”

“Thanks Rapunzel but I just want to go home-” he began to say. A silhouette appeared in the doorway, leaning against it on her upper arm. Cass looked down at the scene, a sympathetic smile on her face as the wind blew her hair about and she held out her hand. “Relax Raps. I’ll take him. I was just leaving anyway. The little twerp just needs to let me know the directions. Oh, and he’ll need this.” she remarked, throwing a helmet towards Varian who, with fumbling hands, caught it. But-why would he need a-

His question was answered as Cass walked away, swinging her leg over the motorbike and sitting down. The bike was..wow. Black was the base coat for the vehicle - red streaks ran across the main body intermingling with blue streaks. He was taken aback, swinging his leg over after placing the helmet on his head. His arms wrapped around Cass’ waist as she started to drive.

It was exhilarating. Wind whistled past his ears, houses merging together at the speed they were moving and the fields became mere blurs in the background. Eyes widened with wonder as he held on, cheering and filled with adrenaline. Cass’ face lit up at the sound of Varian’s childlike enjoyment and wonder as he marvelled at his surroundings. She brought the bike to a stop, smoothing down her hair and helping Varian off. As he trudged up his driveway, she kept her eyes on him.

“Hey V?” she said, him turning around almost immediately to meet her eyes. “Uh..you should come meet my girlfriend sometime. Her name’s Irene. You’d love her.” she commented, pulling her helmet on as Varian frantically nodded. She silently waved and rode off into the night, leaving Varian on the doorstep of his admittedly shabby house.

Varian stood in silence for a second before a grin split onto his face. A weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Cass..of course. He knew she’d understand. Thank god he wasn’t alone. Cass knew..she knew what he was dealing with. He turned his head to the direction that her bike went. He’d thank her later, somehow.

After a few seconds, he strode into the house and made a left to the kitchen, a pearl-white sheet of paper placed onto the counter wedged under the fruit bowl sat in plain sight. Varian read it aloud before throwing it into the trash. “Brilliant. Dad’s working late.” he rolled his eyes, moving towards the cupboard and pouring out some cat food into a bowl. Ruddiger, the fat bastard, came sauntering in, rubbing himself against the boy’s leg before starting to eat. He laughed and started to head upstairs.

He sat on his bed and gazed at the time on his phone. 7:32pm. Hugo should be online. He couldn’t help the stupid smile that cursed his face at the mere thought of the boy in question, pressing his name under messages.

Varian : Still on for 1 tomorrow?

He sent the text, still high on the adrenaline rush from the motorbike. Tomorrow was weighing on his mind as he sat up, hurrying to his closet to pick out his clothes for their date. Or at least that’s what Hugo called it and Varian desperately hoped that wasn’t a joke. Extensive searching left him with deciding upon a cyan sweater over a white dress shirt, along with some jeans and his black vans. The infamous chime went off, with Varian essentially jumping over the frame of his bed to read it.

Hugo : Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetie pie <3

Hugo : You looked good in the library by the way, short stuff ;)

Varian rolled his eyes at Hugo’s comment. What else had he expected, honestly. He snuck a glance at his mirror, only to see the same lovestruck grin as every other night before that. God, he loved this boy so much. It wasn’t fair how one person could have this effect on him. How everything felt better when they were talking. Hell, even coffee tasted better when he was drinking it with Hugo.

Varian : Better than you, beanpole

Hugo : Ouch. Really know how to wound my pride, dontcha?

Hugo: Anyway, I’ve gotta study tonight so I’ll see you tomorrow. Same table.

Varian : Eye eye, Captain. See you tomorrow.

Setting his phone aside, Varian watched as Ruddiger crawled to sit on the bed beside him, cuddling under his arm and purring. “Ruddiger, I think i’m in love.” the boy whispered to his companion.

“I think I’m in love with Hugo Atkinson.”

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian tangled #hugo tangled #tangled varian #alchemy boyfriends #varigo coffee shop au

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idjitlili · 4 years

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The toy store

A request.

I hope this is what you want ,my dude. When i got it was like damn gotta write this now ahhhh, I started writing this at 00:26 am.finished at 2:14 Anyways here you are. i tried , i hope it is what you wanted xx

summary:imagine visting Bofur's shop often with your kid brother ,but you cannot help but find him attractive,in which thats exactly why you keep bringing your brother as an excuse to see him.

wordcount:1363

y/b/n=your brothers name if you dont have brother ,uhh your brother is named jared.

Your parents had had you very young ,and decided to wait a while until they were able to afford another child,that wasnt until you were 10. You were now an adult ,but you still lived with your parents because they would have to travel often due to their work,so you would look after your brother, y/b/n. You enjoy that as you could make whatever you wanted for dinner , take him out . In which you would take him to this toy shop,ran by a dwarf and his brothers,he would work in shop three days a week,and he's the exact reason you go there so much.

You would only go during those three days, you would always get your brother small everytime,with the money that your parents gave you. You didnt have anything else to spend it on other than clothes ,but you didnt need anymore ,plus you got see Bofur,yes you knew his name. Plus you liked seeing your brothers excitement when he got to pick a toy,he had so many because of you.

Your parents had left yesterday,for a week or two trip,your mother had suspected there was a reason you would always happily take care your brother.she had followed you and your brother to the toy shop ,only to see you talk a dwarf while your brother placed the toy on the counter. You had pulled your money gently from your pocket ,counting the right amount before offering it to Bofur. He smiled widely at you,shaking his head no, you looked at him confused.

"Miss y/n, you are always here ,this one is on me." he sent a soft smile to you,gently pushing your coin filled hand away,a blush covers your cheeks ,as you put the money back in your pocket. You mother watched from outside,smirking knowing exactly why went to the toy shop so often,she wanted grandchild desperately ,even though her son was still a child. She knew you wouldn't make the first move,so she would push it to happen.

"are you sure? i do-""really its on me ,anything for my prettiest customer." he had interrupted you making you blush brightly,smiling nervously at him. Y/b/n grabs his toy,"thank you mister Bofur!" he excitedly shouted grabbing your hand with his free hand. "you are very welcome laddy,you make sure you look after your ma." you blushed hard ,he thought he was your son,darn how old did he think you were ,jesus. "oh i-im not ,i-im his sister." Bofur had chuckled before speaking smoothly "I was messing with you, you've been coming here long enough ,for me to hear him call you y/n." you sigh in relief almost ,laughing quietly.

"I cant even get a boyfriend ,let alone have a child." you state quietly ,avoiding eye contact ,watching y/b/n play with his soldier figure on the counter ,you move your feet removing the prssure from standing in one place so long. "thats hard to believe miss y/n, you a-" before he would even finish the bell on the shop door jingles;as it opens revealing your mother, your smirking mother who struts over to you ,picking up her son holding him in her arms. "ma, I thought you and da-" you begin to speak only to be cut off again,Bofur is beyond confused on what is happening ,he liked you but he was nervous,

"I came to see what you do when we leave." she stated simple smirking still ,you look at her annoyed,how much more embarrassing could this get honestly. " what you do think I do? go get pissed and pregnant?" Bofur looks at you shocked he hadnt seen you like this before ,he would feel the same if his mother followed him out. Your mother laughed at you "no of course not,so this is what you spend all your money we give you on?" you nod you head ,you were beyond motified at this point.

Bofur that it was sweet you spent all your money on your sibling,he could see how you were with children. "well are you going to introduce me to your friend or not?"you gugled "ma this Bofur,Bofur this is my ma ,y/m/n." he smiled at you and your mother ,holding his holding out for your mother to shake "nice to meet you ,ma'am." he had spoken politely,your mother took his shaking it smiling "you too."

After letting go of her hand she had already popped out another question, "so is there anything going between you two,that i dont know?" god she never stopped smirking ,as much you loved her ,you really couldnt think of anything worse right now. "MA, no there isnt." your face was sweating,you were so angry,and upset,but you would thank her later. You had gotten out your mothers grip long ago playing with toys on the shelves,lucky it was almost clsoing time so it was just you five in there,

"why do you come her so so often then ,hm?" she was beyond cheeky ,but she was choking out the truth and she knew it. "uh to get y/b/n toys?" you knew shes had you, "and you I saw you flirting with her,dont try to deny that werent because i cut you off when i walked in." Bofur was too red face as were you ,she was winning. "MA.you need to stop being creepy,i bet you had your face agaisnt that window ,looking like heres johnny." she ignored you "i will leave you two to talk it out,come on y/b/n lets go home." she gestured for y/b/n to follow ,he runs after her with soldier in hand ,waving goodbye ,you both watch them leave making their way down the street.

You turn back to Bofur embarrassment imprinted on your face,"I'm so sorry,Bofur." you spoke ,lip trembling ,eyes filling up with tears yet . "hey,dont cry,if anything she was right" he had spoke walking around the counter infront of you wiping the tears that streamed down your face, look at him confused.

"w-what?2 before you could say anything more he had pressed his lips to yours gently. "you dont know how long i wanted to confess," he spoke ,pulling you into an embrace,you hug him tightly back taking in his scent,your cheeks now drying slowly."me too." you had been going to his shop for months ,it was a little crazy. "you would like accompany me to dinner,miss y/n?" he spoken pulling slightly out of the embrace,you nod smiling he presses his lips upon yours again.

He closes the shop before talking you to dinner ,lets just say you didnt live with your parents for much longer,and even so Bofur would still maake y/b/n toys,he really liked Bofur and your mum teased you all the time saying she got you both together.In which you would tell her and for that I am grateful. Within two years you were married and already had given birth to a son.

your mother was over the moon ,and Bofur made hundreds of toys for him,your brother didnt like didnt give him as much attention as before.Bofur was a great husband and father ,and you had your brother to thank for pulling you into his shop all those years ago.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #the hobbit imagines #bofur the dwarf #bofur x reader #bofur imagine #bofur imagines

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Chapter Summary- At a party, Keanu and Y/n meet for the first time and here, more than ever, first impressions count.) Warnings- Age-gap, sexual insinuations (Releases on Wednesdays)

Chapter 1

Y/n never understood it, how she could manage to feel so alone in a crowd so big. Even with friends, the center of attention, just as she had been for so much of her life; the girl who everyone liked, who everyone wanted to be. The offspring of a socialite and the president of a company that ran the world’s fastest growing hotel and resort chain, rubbing elbows with the best of almost every industry. She came from a long line of old money, the finest of everything at her fingertips, being raised to be as influential as her parents, attending the parties, the fashion shows, taking the vacations. Y/n should have been happy, it was the optimum of the American dream and she hadn’t done a thing to deserve it. It was merely the luck of birth. She should have been happy, but she wasn’t, not really. Empty, maybe; she always had a hard time finding the same joy her parents had.

Things had gotten a little better after Y/n had returned from college, re-integrating into the life, but to say that she was truly happy would still be a reach. Sure, her empty laughs weren’t as hollow and her persistent frown had turned into a line, usually painted in deep red, but that was about it, at the end of the night, when everyone left their house, Y/n still just as lonely as she was when they were there.

“The guest list this time is insane,” someone said beside her, her cousin, just about five years older; Jillian. They usually found each at events like that, sticking together, with Jillian typically being the one to pull Y/n into crazy escapades that otherwise weren’t allowed.

Summoning a wide grin that she hoped would reflect pride, Y/n turned to Jillian, who looked much like herself. If their families weren’t so famous, if everyone didn’t know them, people might mistake them for sisters. A beautiful pair, who had been as genetically blessed as they were in every other way, had grown up extremely close, their families’ kinship intertwined; their fathers were brothers and their mothers were sisters, because after all, money was usually only ever attracted to money. At least, that was what they had learned. “It is,” Y/n nodded, “My mom met some people in Paris a few months ago, when she was there for fashion week. Some of the models brought their boyfriends.”

“Ohhh,” Jillian sang, “They must be the hot guys holding the purses. You think their open to infidelity?”

“What about Robert?” Y/n laughed quietly, for real that time. Robert was Jillian’s fiancée, but if they lived in nineteenth century, he might have been called her betrothed, with their relationship coming from family politics rather than love. He was a handsome man, probably in his early thirties, though his snotty demeanor and constant scowl had added another five years to his age. Robert’s family, like their own had descended from riches, and he was set to inherit millions in addition to a chain of companies. His still new relationship with Jillian, which had been an arranged one, was what their parents liked to call a “good match” and if Y/n didn’t start looking soon, she might be half of the next one.

“What about him?” Jillian scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Rob usually has a stick so far up his ass that he’s blinded to everything else. Besides, he’s terrible in bed. We tried once and he kept licking my cheek.”

“That’s....really fucking weird,” Y/n cringed, walking arm in arm with Jillian around the edges of the room as they surveyed the crowd, or rather, its selection of men. Looking around, one might have thought that money could by looks; most of the people there, especially the ones around their age were gorgeous; from models to movie stars along with other, pretentious looking faces filled the Y/n’s home. Some lingered in the grand foyer while several others had gathered in the dining room and in the living room on the other side. “He’s hot,” Y/n pointed out a man near one of the bars, holding a wine glass, talking with an older couple.

Jillian hummed in agreement, “He is,” she giggled, “And look at his hands, that means he has a big dick, right?”

Y/n shrugged, “I guess, but I thought it was shoe size,” she frowned, in all actuality, stumped on the issue.

“I don’t know. But at this point, it doesn’t matter, I just need to get laid,” Jillian grabbed Y/n’s hand, their fingers lacing as they placed their wine glasses on the table, “Come on,” she pulled her along towards their prey.

Keanu stood near a set of stairs, caught in conversation with people he didn’t even know. He didn’t know why he had accepted the invitation, maybe it was because when his manager had gotten the call, his publicist had insisted it wasn’t an invitation he could reject. They were too much of a prominent family, not going might have seemed like a snub which would only mean months of bad press.

So, there he was, faking smiles and pretending to like everyone. Keanu had only been there for about an hour, and he had yet to meet the hosts but already he could tell he wouldn’t like them. Who threw black tie parties in the middle of he week without any foreseeable cause anyway? Worse yet, their house screamed ‘pretentious snobs’; reflecting the highest levels of French luxury. Walls lined with art from internationally famed artists framed shiny marble floors which in turn surrounded a grand staircase with a glittering chandelier hanging above. Two hallways stretched into a seemingly never-ending distance and the rooms on either side of the foyer were enormous, decked with imported furniture and cream and gold embellishments. It was the kind of place that made people scared to sit anywhere, that looked as if it belonged in a magazine or on display. There was no personality, no one thing that might reminded the guests that it was a family’s home.

Keanu couldn’t wait to get home, and hopefully, never get invited to another one of their parties ever again. With a heavy sigh, he wiggled his way out of yet another polite conversation, “Excuse me,” he cleared his throat, already stepping away, “I’m gonna head to the bar.” His leave was greeted with stiff nods, polite smiles and empty promises that they would all talk soon.

Keanu journeyed to the bar, carefully avoiding any other interaction; he didn’t think he could stand anymore eye-rolling conversation without some sort of intoxicating buffer.

As Y/n scurried to follow Jillian her hand had eventually slipped out of her cousin’s. Gigging too much to pay attention to her surroundings, she ran straight into someone, “Oh my god,” she gasped, barely evading their spilt drink; her mother might have had a heart attack if Y/n ruined her brand new dress, it had been a gift from the designer himself. For a minute, she watched as the whiskey made a pool near the edges of the navy blue silk and Y/n even had to lift her dress a little to spare it. Thankfully though, the glass hadn’t fallen too, else that might have been worse. With her eyes still cast to the floor, she was given the opportunity, Y/n was given the opportunity to look at the other party’s shoes; a pair of worn brown boots that looked like they were more suited to hiking as oppsed to attending elaborate parties in Beverly Hills, “I’m so sorry about that,” Y/n mumbled, her eyes travelling up, settling on his face. She almost had to stifle a gasp, never in a million years would she expect to see him at one of her parents’ parties, it didn’t seem like his style. Then again, she didn’t know him, not personally. Longish dark hair framed a handsome face, ending just above broad shoulders and his trimmed beard peppered with hints of grey handsomely complimented chocolate eyes. You’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of him. Keanu Reeves.

He smiled at her warily, finding it a little cute that she stood several inches below him, “It’s fine,” he waved her off, “Maybe I’ve had too much anyway.”

Y/n chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “If you’re not leaving drunk, then I can assure you; you haven’t.”

“Is that so?” Keanu cocked a curious eyebrow, “What makes you say that?” Even as he spoke to her, Keanu found that the girl before him seemed oddly familiar, like he had seen her before. She was beautiful too, the kind of gorgeous that didn’t go unnoticed, still, he couldn’t quite place her face.

“Well,” she began, not in the slightest bit star-struck or phased that she was in the company of one of the world’s most famous movie stars- Y/n had had her her fair share of famous meets, “That’s what these parties are for. There’s propbaly more booze than there is water here tonight, and there are three pools in this place, so if you aren’t getting drunk, it’s all a waste.”

“You don’t seem drunk,” Keanu shot back, his handsome features taking on an interested smirk.

Y/n chortled, rolling her eyes, “Not yet.”

At that, Keanu scoffed; for a girl probably no more than twenty five, she sure seemed to have some fire in her. For a minute, they both just stood there, drinking each other in, and when he could barely hold her challenging stare for any longer, Keanu offered his hand, “I’m-”

“I know who you are Mr. Movie Star,” Y/n took his hand, her own easily dwarfed by his, giving it a slow, firm shake. It took a beat, but Y/n finally relented, ready to give up her own name when she was rudely interrupted by Jillian ‘rounding back towards them.

“Hey,” she greeted, smiling as she looked between them and Y/n reclaimed her hand, “You’re mom’s looking for you. She’s in the living room.”

Y/n sighed reluctantly, “Alright, to be continued?” She glanced to Keanu, cocking an eyebrow.

“Sure,” he obliged, watching carefully as she and the other woman, who looked much like her, they must have been sisters, he thought as they disappeared into the sea of people.

”Mom?” Y/n called as Jillian deserted her in search of more male entertainment.

“Honey!” Her mother returned cheerily, her father holding out an arm, pulling Y/n into a sideways hug, “We’ve been looking for you.”

“I’ve heard,” Y/n responded coolly, “What for?”

“Why else?” Her father was in a jovial mood, a sign that the alcohol had already shaken of his usual seriousness, “Our guests need to meet the future president of Warren Enterprises!” He explained, as if it were already plainly obvious, “Come on” with one arm draped loosely over her shoulder and the other secured around her mother’s waist, Y/n’s, father led them to and up the first landing of the stair case.

Loudly, he cleared his throat and clinked his glass with a spoon someone from the wait staff had provide. Y/n’s mother stood close to his side, smiling warm and proud, her hands circling his middle. Y/n’s scanned the crowd, for some reason, stopping when they locked with those of a familiar celebrity. From where she stood, she could almost see his mouth ‘o’ with recognition and she had to bite back a sly smile. When he had almost everyone’s attention, her father began, “Goodnight ladies and gentlemen and thank you for taking the time to join us tonight. Most of you know probably know my family and I, but for those of you who don’t; I’m Michael Warren and beside me, is my beautiful wife, who’s way out of my league; Heather Warren,” Y/n’s mother blushed, lightly slapping her husband’s chest. Nearly thirty years of marriage and they were still every bit it love, depending on the day, Y/n would either find it extremely sweet or nauseatingly annoying. After he had quickly kissed her cheek, Michael continued, “And finally, we have the apple of my eye, our greatest achievement and the future president of the Warren chain of companies; Y/n Warren, my daughter,” at that, the crowd erupted in a round of polite applauses. When they died down he kept going, “In a few years, I know that Y/n will lead the Deliciae hotels, along with all our other endeavors towards greater excellence, as she has done with everything else.”

Michael raised his glass and Y/n nodded in thanks, trying to ignore the bubbling anxiety that usually came with the thought of having to take her father’s place one day. As an only child, it was obvious that she’d be the one to do it, it was a fact that she had been sure of since she was twelve, but it never made knowing easier. Sure, she had gotten a degree from an ivy league school, graduating at the top of her class, she was being trained for it everyday, shadowing her father since her return from Philadelphia a few months back, but still, Y/n didn’t think there was enough education or training in the world that could ready her for running a multi-billion dollar company. “To Y/n,” the words broke Y/n out of her thoughts and she forced herself to smile, whispering a quiet thanks as everyone rose their glasses

Not long after, everyone dispersed again, the quiet hum of chatter all around filled the house once again. Excusing herself from the company of her parents, with shaking, nervous breaths, Y/n decided that she needed some air and a drink. Collecting a glass of champagne from one of the trays being carried around by a waiter, she hustled towards the nearest patio door at the side of the dining room. Waiting until she had burst through the wide screen doors, cool air hitting her like a much needed slap in the face before her breathing grew heavy and ragged. As the panic from in the troubling thoughts grew in her chest, she fought burning tears, trying desperately not to sob right then and there.

“Are you okay?” A familiar male voice asked, coming from the side.

Y/n almost jumped at his question, turning wide eyed to find Keanu coming out from a dark patch near the bushes, tossing a cigarette to the cobble stoned ground, putting it out with the toe of his boot. Quickly, she turned away, downing the contents of her glass and swiping under her eyes, “Yeah,” she nodded stiffly, her voice breaking just a little, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he commented casually, stuffing his hand into his pockets as he stepped closer, “That’s a lot of pressure for a.....”

“Twenty-three,” Y/n provided her age with a huff, sniffling, embarrassed that Keanu had caught her on the verge of tears.

“For a twenty-three year old. That’s what’s bothering you, right?” He smiled sympathetically and Y/n’s face fell a little further, admitting he was right. Keanu rubbed the back of his neck nervously, feeling a little ridiculous for checking her out when they had first met. She was just a kid, way too young to be worrying about keeping a business of that size successful and worse, too be befriending a man his age. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n scoffed a laugh that didn’t really have any humor behind it, “No.” Casting her gaze towards the awning land that spanned about a mile before it was blocked off by a high wall, she discarded her empty glass on the near by outdoor table. “I don’t know,” she shook her head, “I guess, I always knew that I’d have to do it one day. I mean, they aren’t gonna be around forever, but just knowing, thinking about it.....it’s horrifying. I’ve never even planned a birthday party or a family dinner I can’t run a company.”

“Maybe you can’t,” Keanu shook his shoulders, going to stand next to her, sure to leave an arm’s length between them, “Maybe you’re gonna suck. You could fuck it up, run the whole thing into bankruptcy, lose all your family’s money. You could do so terribly that all people will associate with you is failure.”

Y/n’s jaw slacked and her eyes widened with horror, “Well that’s not helping,” she scoffed, her lips quivering ever so slightly.

“You’re right, it’s not. But it’s also what you’re telling yourself. That you can’t do it. And you’re right to think it, because it is a real possibility. But you know what else is a possibility?” Keanu folded his arms, turning to face her.

When he didn’t offer anything further, Y/n loosely mirrored his stance, tilting her head, “What?”

“That you kick ass and you become one of the best presidents that your family’s company has ever seen,” when Y/n finally smiled at the positive thought, Keanu did too, pleased with himself that he had seemingly managed to help her mood. Then he continued, that time a little lighter, “Or you know, you at the very least, manage to keep it afloat.”

Y/n huffed a quiet laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder, “A plus advice,” she complimented as she grinned a little wider, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, but I don’t give advice,” he brushed off.

“Ohh?” Y/n raised her brows, curious, “So what was that?”

Keanu shrugged uneventfully, “Thoughts,” once again, he returned his gaze to the far off wall.

“Well whatever you call it, thank you,” Y/n said once again and they fell into comfortable silence.

For a while, they just stood there, but eventually, Keanu abruptly announced, “You know, I don't think we’ve been formerly introduced. Keanu Reeves,” he held out his hand.

Biting back a smile, Y/n once again took Keanu’s hand, marveling in how they could be soft and calloused at the same time, “Y/n Warren. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Keanu beamed, “I knew that you looked familiar.”

“Yeah? Y/n giggled, her hold on his hand steady, “Do you know me from that time I got drunk in Bali on Spring break or that ridiculous family of the year article on my parents?”

“Both good references,” Keanu agreed, finally putting together all the places where he had gotten a glace at her name or a peek of her picture somewhere on the internet, “But it was actually on that Time’s piece on top 20 heirs of the decade. If I remember correctly; you liked double chocolate ice-cream and your first car was a red BMW for your eighteenth birthday”

“Good memory,” Y/n giggled, her eyes sparkling, “But it was actually a Mercedes for my sixteenth birthday.”

Keanu nodded wistfully, rubbing his fingers through his beard, “That’s.....just as fancy. Mine was a Volvo,” his tone was light and teasing, highly unlike the annoyance she’d get from people who never saw past the money.

Y/n joined his quiet laugher, sighing as it died down. “What are you doing here anyway? No offense, but you’re not the kind of guy that I expected to see at one of these things.”

“And what kind of guys do you usually expect to see?” Keanu probed, admittedly interested in what Y/n meant.

“Arrogant pricks,” she offered bluntly, “But you,” she squinted dramatically, “You don’t seem arrogant, or like a prick.”

“Thanks?” Keanu chuckled, “I stayed at one of dad’s hotels a couple months ago and we met. It was probably for just a couple minutes, but I got then invitation about two weeks ago and my publicist basically said that I had no choice in the whole thing. So,” he gestured widely with outstretched arms, “Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Y/n mirrored, blushing for a reason that she couldn’t point out. It usually took a lot to make her blush, but something about Keanu made it easy, or maybe it was the alcohol.

“So you were forced,” Y/n mused, “I can totally relate.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Keanu chortled, trying to ignore how much more beautiful Y/n seemed now that she was smiling.

Y/n snorted in a way that her mother might have deemed ‘unbecoming’, “You think I wanted to spend my Wednesday night talking about proposals and mergers? And worse yet, how available everyone’s son is,” Y/n’s eyes rolled at just the thought of all the conversations she had had that night, about how much time she had spent running around with Jillian dodging anyone with a single son her age.

Keanu’s head fell back in laughter and Y/n thought, that for a man old enough to be a father, she was immensely glad that he wasn’t, considering how attractive he was. Rugged handsomeness; Y/n had seen the movies and the pictures, Keanu had aged like expensive whiskey, if only she could have a taste. “People have been trying to set you up?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Minus the pony show, it kind of felt like a county fair.” Their laughter eventually became reduced to twined smiles and as the space between them lessened, “I’m not interested their type though.”

“Their type?” Keanu’s brows furrowed, “What’s their type?” He licked his lips, looking down at her close to his chest, as much as he had resisted it, Keanu had drawn closer to her. God, his mind whispered as their close proximity clouded his thoughts, she’s so beautiful, a doll wrapped up in fine silk.

“Boys,” her voice had grown hoarse, in a throaty whisper, “I don’t like boys, they’re so.....immature and inexperienced.”

Keanu hummed in a agreement, “Sounds like you need a man.”

“It does, doesn’t it? A man with experience, who knows what he’s doing,” as she spoke, Keanu’s hand went to her waist, running the side of her torso before going around her, settling on the small of her back.

“Aren’t you something?” Keanu chuckled lowly, Y/n a little closer, “And here I was thinking you were a good girl.”

Y/n gaze darkened and she smiled suggestively, “Is that what you want me to be?”

All the alarms in his head had started to go off by then. She’s too young, half of his mind insisted, but every other part of him pushed him to submit, to kiss her and then some. Y/n looked so delectable, already in his arms, pressed to him. Keanu could feel her heat through the barrier of their clothes and the inviting view of her cleavage aided by the low cut of a dress that didn’t allow for a bra wasn’t really helping either. “Fuck no,” he breathed, his hand sliding a bit lower, cupping her backside. Keanu would have liked to think, that by all counts, he was a pretty decent guy. The kind that followed the rules and didn’t typically grab a girl’s ass an hour after meeting her, but Y/n was so enthralling that she was reminding him that under the right, or rather; the wrong circumstances, he could be anything but decent.

Licking her lips one last time, Y/n’s arms circled Keanu’s neck and without another word, he leaned down, his lips hovering a bare centimeter away from hers. It was a hair away from happening, and Y/n knew that she wasn’t ready for it to end there. She could feel his breath on her face and she cocked her head to the side to get a better angle, closing her eyes as she did.

“I have terrible timing, don’t I?” And just like that, they sprang apart, both sucking in nervous breaths. Y/n’s hand went to clutch her chest, ignoring the sinking feeling she got as the moment got further and further away.

“Jill?” Y/n groaned, disappointed.

“Sorry,” she cringed, “You two were in the middle of something. My bad,” Jillian held up her hands defensively, “I swear I wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t important.”

“Okay,” Y/n nodded and when Jillian didn’t go on, she gestured with her hands, Well, what is it?”

“Oh yeah! Um, they need you inside.....it’s urgent,” for another minute, Jillian lingered in the doorway, her eyes flicking between them, “Well, I’ll give you two a minute and meet you inside. Okay? Okay, I’m going now,” she waved awkwardly.

Once again nervous, Keanu stuttered, “You should....”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded hurriedly, “I need to.....get......I’ve gotta go,” she shook her head, scurrying off.

With a heavy sigh, Keanu ran his hands though his hair. Half of him was disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to at the very least kiss her, while the other was relived that he hadn’t, the former being a little more overwhelming. Turning on his heel, he was trying to clear his head, when he heard the clicking of heels behind him, “For the record, you know where I live, and I’ll be here tomorrow if you’re still interested.”

“Alone?” He offered a intrigued smile.

“Completely,” Y/n winked, once again hurrying off. At her final exit, Keanu scoffed, still smiling, she really was something, and he could already tell that Y/n was up to no good.

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cristinablackthornkingson · 4 years

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Magnus Chase Short Story #1.

It is a warm spring day when Hearthstone and Blitzen are asked by Percy Jackson, to babysit his baby sister Estelle.

“Please guys, you’ll really be helping me out!” Percy pleads, as he, Annabeth, Magnus, Alex, Hearth and Blitz sit around a table, outside a café about 10 minutes from Percy’s home in Manhattan.

“Does your mom know you’re asking a dwarf and an elf to look after her baby, kid?” Blitz asks, raising an eyebrow at Percy. Magnus, Alex, Sam, Blitz and Hearth had met Sally Jackson a few times and they all thought she was simply the most amazing woman on earth, more of a goddess than Freya or Sif, however Blitz doubts she would want he and Hearth looking after baby Estelle, since neither of them have much experience with kids.

“Yeah, when I told her I couldn’t do it and neither could any of my friends, or Annabeth, Magnus, Sam or Alex, she asked me to ask you. I have to go to this college interview, my mom has to meet with her publisher and my step-dad has to to work.” Percy explains.

“Hey I never said I couldn’t look after her, you turned me down.” Alex points out, leaning back in his chair, lifting the front legs up and crossing his arms.

“Because you said you said if she startles you, you might shape-shift, she did that to Frank once and it did not work out well.” Percy points out.

How long do you need us to watch her for? Hearth signs.

“Just like 2 hours, my mom should be back after about 2 hours. Please guys, you’ll be doing me a huge favor.” Percy pleads.

“If we do this, will you convince that Chiron guy to let me design new t-shirts for your Greek demi-god camp?” Blitz asks. Percy nods enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes of course I will!”

“Whadya think Hearth? Should we help the kid out?” Blitz asks, touching shoulders with Hearth.

Yes, I want to see Estelle again, she’s so cute and you know I love babies. Hearth signs, all the while smiling broadly.

“Alright, what time do we need to be there?” Blitz asks, turning to look at Percy.

“11, thanks guys you’re doing me a solid!”

The next morning, at 11 A.M. on the dot, there is a knock on the Jackson-Blofis’ family home’s door, and when Percy opens it, he is relieved to see Blitz and Hearth.

“Hey guys! Thanks for this again, Estelle is in her playpen in the living room, there’s bottles in the fridge and if she gets hungry for something else just give her anything soft and easy to chew. There’s a bag on her stroller in the hall with diapers and bibs too, and a change of clothes, and there’s more blankets and pacifiers in her crib in the first room on the left. My mom will be back at one, or just after. Thanks again, I gotta go. Bye Essie, have fun!” Percy hurriedly explains, before darting out of the room and closing the door behind him, leaving Hearth and Blitz looking at each other trying to process all that information, Percy had spoken so fast and was digging through his bag half the time, so Hearth didn’t catch half of what he said.

Did you take in any of what he just said? Hearth asks Blitz.

“Yeah I got the gist of it, diapers in a bag on her stroller, feed her soft food, we got this. Come on, lets go check on her.” Blitz says, heading into the living room.

When Estelle hears the footsteps enter the room, she looks up and her face lights up at the sight of Blitz and Hearth and she reaches up to be lifted.

Hello little one, beautiful Estelle! You remember us? Hearth signs before scooping Estelle up and settling her on his hip with a grin. Estelle coos in delight and reaches out to pat at Hearth’s face.

“Do you remember me Estelle? I brought you a gift, kid.” Blitz says in a happy tone, digging around in his bag before producing a beautiful sea blue/green onesie decorated with pink starfish and multiple colored sea-shells, along with a matching sea blue/green headband that will look beautiful with her pale skin and dark hair. Estelle squeals with delight and smiles widely at Blitz.

You spoil her. Hearth signs with his free hand, smiling at Blitz, who grins back.

“Yeah, it’s good practice for when Sam and Amir have a kid.” He says. Sam and Amir have been married for two years now and both definitely want children one day, though not for a few more years, Sam wants to finish her pilot training and work for a few years before she and Amir start trying, seeing as she won’t be able to fly once she reaches a certain stage in a pregnancy.

Hearth laughs, then turns his attention back to Estelle. This tiny little girl never fails to brighten his day and make him happy, she is so sweet and innocent, knowing nothing of the pain the world has to offer. She does not know or understand that Hearth is deaf and the way he communicates is not the norm, she just sees someone who loves her and makes her laugh and smile.

Hearth begins to sign something to Blitz, but as he holds his hand up, Estelle reaches out and grabs onto his finger, grinning in delight like she has just discovered gold. Hearth laughs softly and kisses Estelle’s cheek.

“How come she can get away with grabbing your hand but I can’t?” Blitz grumbles.

She is cute, that’s why. Hearth signs, managing to get Estelle to let go.

“Oh and I’m not cute, is that what you’re saying?” Blitz asks in a mock hurt tone. Hearth laughs and shakes his head.

You are cute too, but Estelle is cuter.

“You gonna leave me to come be The Blofis’ nanny? Leave me at the mercy of Alex and Magnus?” Blitz teases, wanting to see Hearth smile again. Hearth’s smile is one of Blitz’s favorite things in the world, alongside Hearth himself.

No, not when I have finally gotten you to admit you do want children with me. Blitz signs, as Estelle tugs at his hair. Hearth has always known he would one day like to have children, though he knows that in any of the 9 worlds, it will be difficult for him to adopt, due to his disability, no one seems to think a deaf person can be a good parent, for some ridiculous reason. Blitz was unsure if he wanted children for a long time, then he and Hearth started dating and he realized he did want children, but was almost too afraid to say it to Hearth, in case he did not feel the same. They finally talked about it a few weeks ago and agreed to adopt in a few years, or at least start the process.

“Yeah yeah, don’t go getting soft on me pal, Estelle you’re turning my boyfriend to mush with your adorable little face, take it easy!” Blitz teases, tickling Estelle’s cheek, making her squirm and scream in delight. Hearth suddenly wrinkles his nose, and signs

Do you smell that? Blitz sniffs, then immediately covers his nose.

“Gods kid, what do they feed you? I better go find you a diaper, then Hearth can change you.” At this, Hearth’s eyes widen and he shakes his head.

No he signs Not me, you. Blitzen is not eager to change little Estelle’s diaper, either. There’s only one way to settle it, the way he and Hearth settle everything. He sighs and fishes a coin from his pocket.

“Flip for it?” He asks. Hearth nods. “You take heads I take tails?” He asks. Again, Hearth nods. Blitz flips the coin, then catches it, and lets out a whoop of delight when he sees it has landed on Heads.

A few minutes later, Estelle is lying on the sofa contentedly chewing on one of her toys, while Hearth does his best to change her diaper, and Blitzen stands by watching and laughing, though his laugh is cut off when Hearth throws a rolled up dirty diaper at him, hitting him square in the chest. .

After a few more minutes of fumbling, Hearth manages to get a new diaper on Estelle. He then lifts her up and holds her in the crook of his arm.

There. He signs. All better. We should take her a for a walk. Blitz figures a walk might tire Estelle out, meaning less work for he and Hearth, if she falls asleep, so he agrees to the walk.

After about 10 minutes of struggling to get Estelle strapped into her stroller, Blitz and Hearth are out the door and strolling around the streets of Manhattan, with Hearth pushing the stroller and Blitz walking at his side, his arm linked through with his boyfriend’s.

About 15 minutes into the walk, they are stopped by a smiling woman with dark skin, dark red hair, dressed in a flowing floral maxi dress and sandals. She smiles at them and peers down into the stroller, at Estelle.

“Oh she is so precious!” The woman exclaims. “What’s her name?”

“Estelle.” Blitzen replies.

“Oh that’s a lovely name! It suits her, how did you choose it?” The woman asks, confusing Blitz and Hearth.

We didn’t. Hearth signs, and Blitzen translates for him.

“Oh, did her mother choose her name then?” The woman asks, earning a ‘Well duh’ look from Blitz.

“Uh yeah.” Blitz says, wondering why this woman is asking these weird questions. Why would he and Hearth have chosen Estelle’s name?

“Are you in contact with her mother?” The woman curiously asks, this time earning a confused look from Hearth.

“Uh, obviously.” Blitz replies.

“Oh well yes, I suppose if her mother chose her name you would still be in contact. You have an open adoption then? Is it fully open, or semi?” When the woman asks this question, Hearth and Blitz both have the same two thoughts. 1. Who the helheim is this woman to be asking such personal questions? And 2. This woman thinks Estelle is Hearth and Blitz’s daughter.

She’s not ours. Hearth signs.

“Yeah, we’re not her parents, we’re babysitting. Her brother is a friend, needed a favor.” Blitz explains. The woman blushes, obviously very embarrassed.

“Oh I see, I am terribly sorry! You just look like a perfect little family together. I’m sorry.” She says in an embarrassed tone. When she leaves, Hearth and Blitz share a look, as if to say ‘What the helheim just happened?’

She thought Estelle was ours. Hearth signs. Blitz nods.

“Yeah, not sure how I feel about that.”

Me neither.

The little trio end up walking for an hour in total, and by the time they get back to the house, all three of them are exhausted and end up conked out on the sofa, Blitzen and Hearth shoulder to shoulder, and Estelle on Hearth’s chest, his hand over her back. They sleep soundly for an entire hour, only to woken by the sound of a key in a lock and the door opening. They are just sitting up and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, when Sally Jackson steps in and smiles warmly at them.

“Hey, she tire you out?” She softly asks, setting her keys and bag down.

“Nah, she was good as gold, we just tired ourselves out on a walk.” Blitz answers.

“She likes you Hearth, she never sleeps that easily for anyone but Paul or Percy, or sometimes Annabeth.” Sally says with a smile. Hearthstone smiles softly, his hand still resting protectively on little Estelle’s back.

She is very sweet, always makes me smile. He signs.

“Oh she’s as sweet as pie now, but she can be a right little devil at times, she has one hell of a temper, I’m thankful she doesn’t have water powers like her brother or we would be forever fixing things.” Sally laughs. It’s not often Estelle throws tantrums, but when she does you can probably hear her up on Olympus.

“Like Hearth.” Blitzen laughs, earning a glare from his boyfriend, who also has a temper that rarely shows, but when it does show, you do not want to see it.

“Well thank you both very much for today, it’s not often we can’t find a sitter for her, but you know demi-gods, always busy with something.” Sally says, taking Estelle when she reaches for her.

We loved taking care of her, we had a lot of fun. Hearth says.

“I’m glad, and of course you are welcome to come see her anytime, she just loves you both. Oh, and thank you for the clothes you sent last week, Blitzen, they are just gorgeous.” Sally says in an appreciative tone, remembering the package of clothes Blitzen had sent for both her and Estelle.

“Ah don’t mention it, what’s the point in having a fashion designer for a friend, if you can’t get free clothes? You ready to go pal?” Blitz asks, nudging Hearth who is fixing his scarf around his neck. Hearth nods and they both get to their feet. Hearth smiles at Estelle and leans in to kiss her cheek.

See you soon sweet Estelle. Hearth signs. Blitz ruffles her hair.

“Yeah, see you soon kid. Be good for your mom, you have no idea how lucky you are to have her.”

Hearth and Blitz make their way out of the house, and start walking toward the subway to go back into Boston. As they do, Blitz slings an arm around Hearth and says

“Come on you big softy, lets go make sure our other kid, Magnus, hasn’t started Ragnarök yet.”

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nnatasha · 5 years

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all these years-part four

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: fake dating au where you and tom pretend to be in love for a wedding but develop feelings along the way

a/n: I’m really iffy about this chapter please don’t @ me on it it’s kinda pooey. but!!!! I love ikea

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Since Amanda had hung up the phone on Tom, you had been bustling round your apartment, shoving any mess away in cupboards. Jasmien watched on with an amused smirk on her face, while Amanda, who had always known you as a person to not care about the mess in their room, found your frantic movements endearing and sweet. Of course, she wasn’t aware of the truth behind your relationship, and the fact that you were cleaning up for who she thought was your boyfriend, wanting to impress him, was adorable.

You were quite the mother hen, always had been, and were also a perfectionist, so the idea of someone spotting a lone sock on the floor or, god forbid, the spoonful of rice you’d dropped on the dining table the previous week was horrifying. Unknowingly, your teenage self still wanted to impress Tom, despite the fact that your adult self held no romantic feelings for him. He just had a nice face. And also a nice personality, but that’s irrelevant. What matters was that he treated you really well.

The rapping of knocks filled the apartment as you placed a few books back into their rightful place on the bookshelf tucked away in the corner of your living room. With a soft gasp and one last glance around the room, you walked (not that you’d ever admit, but it was blatantly obvious it was a bit faster than a walk, your excitement turning it into a sort of skip) over to the front door, pulling it open in one quick, creaky swoop.

Tom thought you were beautiful. It was no coincidence that you were the person he had wanted to bring to his sister’s wedding, as it was nice having a familiar, pretty face on his arm, as horrible as that sounded. When you opened your apartment door with a smile on your face, he was left speechless for a few moments. You were dressed in a large grey shirt (left over by a one night stand who’s biceps were the size of your face) and soft-looking shorts that ended a couple inches above your knees, the pairing large and baggy, dwarfing you and making you look incredibly adorable by Tom’s standards. He had the overwhelming urge to pick you up and cuddle you, but, keeping up the façade of being a couple, restrained himself to just lean forward and kiss your cheek.

When he pulled away, you locked eyes with his for but a second before reaching forward and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug. It was an awkward affair but the way his body heat radiated off him made you feel safe, so much so that you nuzzled you face lightly into his shoulder, relaxing into him almost completely. Tom had always had a calming, soothing presence about him, and it particularly helped calm your he-smells-really-nice-what-do-i-do nerves down as you rested your head against him and sighed happily.

The moment between you two, the first of what you would hope to be many, was interrupted by a quiet squeal from Amanda, who cried, “This is so disgustingly cute!”

At her words, you let go of Tom, turning around and completely missing the forlorn look that had befallen upon his face. Jasmien noticed though and raised a well-plucked eyebrow at him, which he ignored, instead greeting his sister. “Hello,” he said, “What’s up?”

“What’s up? WHAT’S UP?” Amanda shouted at her brother. The next words she said were much more quieter due to a harsh glare from you. “

"You’re dating my best friend is what’s up!”

You tensed up as Tom placed his left hand on the side of your waist, massaging with his thumb ever so slightly. “Don’t be so dramatic , Mandy.” scowled Tom. “I could talk about you marrying one of my clients, if that’s what you want.”

You raised your eyebrows at Amanda, who was blushing and, ignoring this comment from her step-brother, asked, “Do you want to call over Haz?”

Jasmien poked her head out from my apartment, looking extremely comical in her interest. “That’s a girl’s name, right?” She inquired.

“Harrison.” You replied and the red tip of Jasmien’s tongue popped out slightly and wiggled.

“He’s my best friend, I’ve known him years.” Tom told her.

“Me too!” You piped up, grinning. The two of you had become good friends with Haz when you were 13 and your mum hired him to tutor you in chemistry. He was 15 at the time and, although the two of you hadn’t gotten much work done, it was always fun.

Tom chuckled lowly at your excitement and you could feel his hot breath fanning against your right ear. Your back straightened and you, frazzled, ushered everyone into your apartment. “Why are we all standing around outside, let’s get in, let’s get in.”

You hurried in through the open door of your apartment, past Jasmien (who stunk of paint, by the way) and into the kitchen.

You the soft thumps of Jasmien, the loud, slapping bounds of Amanda and the clicks of Tom’s shoes on your wooden floor.

“Oh my god!” Amanda gasped. “When Haz gets here, we should go to Ikea.”

Snorting, you shook your head at Amanda, saying, “We are not going to Ikea.”

Holding up a blue throw pillow decorated with countless little cat heads, you excitedly asked, “Tommy? Tom? Should I get this?"

Tom, who was looking through a collection of grey, colorless blankets, looked up towards you. "Cats?” He scrunkled up his nose at you, “Is there a dog one?

You scowled at him, hugging the pillow close to your chest. You had given in very easily to the Ikea trip after the promise of meatballs afterwards. Despite this, you were incredibly happy to wander around aisles, picking up and throwing things into your ever-growing cart full of knick-knacks. You were having the time of your life, following your friends around like a headless chicken.

"What is wrong with cats?” You frowned at Tom. “I can’t do this if you don’t like cats.”

Dropping his mouth open, Tom inquired, “Are you bloody serious?”

“No.” You lied immediately. Cancelling the wedding date was completely on the table if Tom wasn’t into cats.

A smile crept onto Tom’s face, his eyes scrunching up, “You were so serious.”

Tom just stared for a second, dumfounded. Anyone would be: you were a shitty liar, and often had to rely on your manners to get you out of tough situations. Suddenly bursting out laughing, Tom proclaimed, “You deadass just lied to me about cats!”

“No I wasn’t.” You lied, again, “I don’t even know what a cat is.”

Stepping forward, you reached up and bonked Tom over the head with your pillow, saying, “I love cats!”

Tom reached out and tugged on your sleeve, bringing you into his proximity. The warmth radiating from his body heated you up as you placed a hand on his chest. “You’re so cute.” He whispered, and you could see all the different shards of colours in his eyes. Your gaze gradually slid down his face to his lips, inching forward ever so slightly.

“Huh?” You answered, staring at Tom’s lips. They weren’t the biggest, that was obvious, but they were pink and, a rarity for men in the ‘frat age’, weren’t chapped.

Snorting, Tom muttered, “You’re so pretty.” His arm had slid around your waist and it pulled you closer so you were flush against Tom, and even then impossibly closer until you could feel every crevice and dip of Tom’s torso against you. “I’m glad you called me.”

“It was only four days ago.” You squeaked out at Tom, moving closer to him yet again. Your nose was a hair’s width away from Tom's , and you had to fight the urge to nuzzle them together.

“Y'all aren’t even real!” You jumped away from Tom as Jasmien’s voice cut through the moment you were oh so much enjoying.

Jasmien and Harrison were standing at the end of the aisle, both with matching grins on their faces. Harrison, of course, knew the situation the two of you had put yourself in, also knowing about the crush Tom had had on you in your teenage years. The two friends were both looking forward to just exactly how the ever-growing feelings between you and Tom were going to pan out.

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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That’s My Girl

That Girl Part 2

Request: I love That Girl! Omg imagine if you did a part 2 and Tom's doing press for ffh and the interviewer asks if he's dating anyone and he's like yeah y/n and jake is like the sexist woman alive, y/n?! And harry is still jealous but its all cute and funny

A/n: I’m so glad y’all liked That Girl enough to ask for a part two. I loved writing it and the excitement seeing the requests for this was so real.

“Thank you, Miami!” You yelled as your concert ended, standing on one of the speakers at the front of the stage as you waved and did a final bow as the lights went out. You made your way backstage where you met your boyfriend, walking into his arms. You leaned your body against him, both of your arms around his left shoulder as you greeted him with a kiss.

“You did amazing, darling,” he told you with a big smile on his face. “And I rather like this outfit you got on.” You lightly smacked his chest as his hands began to wander, pulling a leg around his waist. Your final stage outfit was a bedazzled bra under a red leather jacket with black shorts and thigh high boots. It was one of your favorites- and obviously one of Tom’s.

“Don’t get too familiar,” you joked, releasing him as you began to walk backstage where all of your stuff was. “Are we good to go?”

“As soon as you are- we have a jet waiting at the airport.” This motivated you to move faster. You and Tom planned your tours with each other in mind- yours finished in Miami not long after his started in Mexico, you joining for Bali until it finished in LA.

You changed and quickly gathered your mostly packed bags from your dressing room, waving goodbye to your friends, family, and crew as you and Tom left. You board the private jet, a makeshift bed to the side, looking deliciously comfortable.

“How long is it to Bali?” You asked Tom as you sat on the bed, watching as he changed into something more comfortable.

“25- 27 hours,” he answered with a questioning gaze, not entirely sure if that was right. “Something like that.”

“Sounds like just enough time to sleep if you ask me,” you said. Tom moved to where you were sat, hands on the bed beside your thighs and hovered over you. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you kissed him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. But we’re going to have so much fun. You’re going to love it,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes.

“I can’t wait,” you told him, kissing him once more. “Except that I can because I’m so fucking tired.” A yawn escaped your throat as you said this, emphasizing your words.

Tom laughed as he watched you. “Scoot over then, Dopey.” You giggled at the nickname- Dopey being your favorite of the Seven Dwarfs. You moved to lay on the bed, taking the side against the wall while Tom took the open side. He laid on his back with you cuddled into his side, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”

“Night,” you replied back, sleep overtaking you almost immediately.

. . .

After a long sleep and a few hours hanging out, the plane landed and you were in your hotel room in Bali.

“I have a few interviews this afternoon, but I’m off all day tomorrow,” Tom informed you as you both changed for the day, getting ready for your breakfast plans with the twins. “I’m sure Harry and Sam probably have something planned that you can join in on while I’m gone.”

“You think they’ll want to hang out with me like that?” You asked him, biting your lip in worry. “I mean I don’t know them all that well.”

“Look at our Sexiest Woman Alive being nervous over two Kingston boys,” Tom teased making you roll your eyes. “They’ve been wanting to get know better you for a while now. I promise they’ll be happy for you to join them.”

“Okay,” you agreed, though not fully convinced. You made your way down to the hotel’s restaurant where you met Sam and Harry. They stood up as they saw you approach them, standing up to greet you.

“Good morning,” Sam said as he hugged you, Harry doing the same though holding it for a bit longer than Sam. “Good flight over?”

“It was, yeah,” you answered.

“So what’s the plan for today?” Harry asked, as you all finished your food.

“I have interviews this afternoon so whatever you guys want to do after this, I’m down- I just need to be back by noon to shower before I go,” he told them. You looked out the window as they began to discuss different activities. The beautiful sand and blue waves calling your name.

“What about the beach?” You asked, looking at the view for a second longer before turning to face the boys.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Harry answered a bit too quickly. He shook his head to calm down a bit before speaking again. “I mean that sounds like a lot of fun. We should definitely do that.”

Tom gave him a knowing look, “we can do that. Do you want to go back to the room and change?” Tom asked you.

“Not really. I kind of just want to be out there moreso than swim,” you explained.

. . .

You spent the entire morning on the beach- walking around, taking pictures, Harry flying his drone, messing around in the water coming up to your mid-calf. You were very happy with your decision to come out here.

“Tom!” Sam called from the beach chair he was sat in. You and Tom were stood in the water, hand in hand, as you joked around and just enjoyed each other’s company. Your attention only leaving each other at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Yeah?” He called back, squinting to see him better.

“It 12:45, don’t you need to go?” He asked his older brother, remembering what he said at breakfast.

“Shit!” He said, looking at his watch. “Yeah, I have to go.” He turned to look back at you, an apologetic look on his face for leaving so suddenly.

“It’s okay, just don’t get in trouble for being late,” you said, shoving him to start walking. He laughed at your actions and felt better that you weren’t upset with him.

“I’ll call you when I’m done- maybe we can get dinner after.” You nodded at the suggestion. “Okay, do something fun while I’m gone,” he said kissing you before walking away. “If I come back and find her damaged in any way, I’m killing both of you,” he told his brothers, pointing to them.

“Tom, go!” You laughed. He shot you a wink before finally making his way off the beach. You turned to the two twins, clapping your hands together once, “what now?” You asked. You all turned, hearing the sound of an engine to see a man in the water riding the waves.

“Jet skis?” Harry asked. You and Sam looked at each other, a smile coming to your face.

“Jet skis,” you both said with a nod.

. . .

“I loved that,” Tom said as he and Jake finished a game. The interviewer thanked them before leaving and allowing the next one in.

“Not to be rude, man, but you smell terrible,” Jake said with a laugh looking at Tom.

“Sorry,” he replied, feeling embarrassed. “I went to the beach with my brothers and girlfriend and it was hot and I lost track of time. I meant to shower, but I had to rush here to not be late.”

The interviewers laughed, “don’t worry, I can’t smell you from here.”

“Good,” Tom laughed, putting a hand to his chest dramatically.

“But I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Anyone we would know?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Um,” he laughed as he realized what he said. “Yeah, it’s y/n-“ he barely got out before Jake interrupted him.

“Sexiest Woman Alive, y/n?!” He asked in his excited voice, joking at first.

“That would be her,” He replied smugly, proud to have you as his girlfriend.

“Damn, how’d you pull a chick like her?” Jake asked, now genuinely interested.

“I don’t know,” Tom laughed. “But whatever it was, it worked.”

“How did your family react to you dating her?” The interviewer asked.

“They were really excited. All of us love her music- Harry had a huge crush on her actually.”

“Really?” Both men asked Tom, laughing at the information.

“Yeah- had posters of her, she was his phone wallpaper. He was in love, but not anymore,” Tom shared. Jake burst out in laughter at the last bit.

“‘She’s mine’,” Jake mocked.

“Hands off the merchandise,” Tom continued to joke with Jake, both laughing before looking back at the interviewer.

“Has he accepted that she’s officially off-limits?”

“Mostly- I mean you can’t just speak a crush out of existence, but he’s kept it under wraps. But he definitely likes having her around right now.”

“I’m sure,” the interviewer laughed before moving on with the actual interview. It felt like forever before their day ended, Tom pulling out his phone to call you.

“Hello?” You answered in a goofy voice.

“Hey, have you guys eaten yet?” He asked.

“No, we’re literally still on the beach.”

“Isn’t there a restaurant on the beach? Want to go there, get some dinner?”

“That would be the best honestly. I don’t feel like changing,” you laughed.

“Okay. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

. . .

“Changed your mind on not swimming?” Tom asked as he saw you, an oversized white blouse falling off one shoulder revealing one side of your bikini top.

“Maybe,” You smiled as Tom sat next to you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “We rented some jet skis and then they tried to teach me to surf- didn’t go well though.”

“She wiped out so hard at one point. It was hilarious,” Sam shared.

“Is that where this came from?” Tom asked, touching the red spot on your arm that disappeared under your clothes.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a sick bruise,” you said, rubbing over it. “How did your interviews go?”

“Great,” he told you, beginning to think of everything that happened. “Jake mentioned that I smelled bad because I wasn’t able to shower which lead to me telling them about my girlfriend.”

“Of course you did,” you said with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink.

“Sorry, but at least it’ll now be known that the Sexiest Woman Alive is officially off the market.”

“You have to let that title die,” you said leaning your head back, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much he brings it up.

“I don’t think I will,” he replied stubbornly, leaning his face toward yours for a kiss. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed his face away from you.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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perlanemesis · 5 years

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First Christmas

Pairing: Kunikida Doppo/Oda Sakunosuke Word count: 1494 Summary: Kunikida and Oda spend their first Christmas together with their five troublemakers. Links: ff || ao3

The morning definitely doesn't start the ideal way. In fact, it is the exact opposite of what Kunikida wanted. He is suddenly awaken by three children jumping on him and yelling. One after another.

"It's not even 7 yet..." Oda mumbles sleepily next to Kunikida, also jolted awake by the same three kids.

"Heyy, wake up!" Katsumi yells pretty much in Kunikida's face. They will have to talk about this later.

"You promised!" Sakura insists and crosses her arms.

"You did!" Yu says affirmatively which further confuses both adults.

"Promised what?" Kunikida asks, trying his hardest to blink sleep away. So much for his planned 8 hours of sleep.

"It's too early for this..." Oda mumbles, his voice betraying that he's still sleepy.

"Did you forget?!" Sakura sounds like she's near tears and Kunikida forces his brain to work, try to remember what important promise he is breaking.

"Sakura... Yu... Katsumi... just go to beds..." Oda pleads, clearly too tired to care. The children firmly shake their heads and refuse to move even an inch while Kousuke and Shinji watch the whole scene standing near the bedroom door.

Kunikida tries and fails to remember what's supposed to be so important about this morning. It's Sunday and neither he nor Oda have any important Agency business to take care of, so it should have been a perfect day to relax and maybe stay in bed a few minutes longer. His notebook should have the day's plans, though. Kunikida always meticulously plans his days and takes time to actually remember his schedule, so it is rather surprising that he has no memory of an important promise given to the children but the situation can be fixed if he could reach his Ideal. The kids have other ideas, though. "No," says Katsumi as he pushes the notebook further away and out of Kunikida's reach.

"You forgot! Meanie!" Sakura begins hitting him with her tiny fists. However it doesn't help her fathers remember what they forgot.

"Sakura, please..." Oda tries to reason with his youngest but gets assaulted instead. "Odasaku is a meanie too!" She's about to burst into tears.

Oda gently pats his daughter's head. "Now now, don't be angry." Sakura pouts.

"So, what did we forget?" Oda asks and Katsumi nearly shrieks. "Christmas shopping! You two promised to take us shopping today!"

Both adults blink in confusion. Truth to be told, neither of them remembers giving such a promise during the last few days but then again even few months after incident with Shibusawa, there's plenty of work to do, so it's not unreasonable to think they simply forgot.

"Fine," Kunikida gives in first. "We will go, just let us get up." All three kids cheer loudly and scramble out of their parents' bed and run out of the room to get dressed for the day. Kousuke is the last to leave. His expression is rather smug and Kunikida is fairly sure that the family's eldest is at least partly responsible for the chaos and the ruined schedule.

"Do you want me to make breakfast?" Kunikida asks as he gets up from bed.

"Thanks," Oda mumbles and Kunikida smiles fondly. Oda stayed up late last night working on his novel and literally had to be dragged to bed. Kunikida would love to let his boyfriend rest but their kids apparently have other plans for the day.

The breakfast time is much louder than usual and Kunikida has a hard time forcing the children to listen. Everyone is far too excited to behave. Their excitement only grows when the family finally reaches the supermarket. Oda is immediately whisked away by Kousuke and Sakura while Kunikida is left standing with Katsumi, Yuu and Shinji.

"First we need a Christmas tree!" Katsumi announces and points to the shelves.

Kunikida crosses his arms. "Don't we have one at home?"

"It's too small!" Katsumi argues back and Kunikida sighs. Children.

"Pleaaseee!" Yu tugs on Kunikida's pants and Kunikida knows he has lost. No matter how hard he tries to be harder on the kids, he always loses when they give him those puppy eyes. The worst part is that they know that and do it on purpose.

"Fine," Kunikida relents. "How big do you want it to be?"

"Thiiiss big!" Yu gets up on his toes and raises hand above his head to show how tall the tree needs to be. Katsumi scoffs in response.

"You are too short. The tree needs to be thiiiss tall!" Katsumi shows his younger brother. Meanwhile Shinji's eyes land on one particular tree.

"We are taking this one!" Shinji says while pointing at 1.8 meters height tree. Kunikida doesn't even bother arguing, he just picks up the box while the children cheer loudly. He knows he's probably being too lenient on them but a bigger Christmas tree won't hurt anyone.

Oda returns a few minute later, hands full of various Christmas toys, garlands and lights. Kousuke and Sakura both grinning from ear to ear. Kunikida is fairly sure they don't need this many new decorations but he lets it slide.

The trip back home is far from peaceful either. The kids get into a heated argument over Christmas tree decorations and all of them (including the otherwise pretty quiet Shinji) refuse to back down.

The fight continues even after the family gets home.

"Why are Christmas tree decorations such a big deal?" Kunikida asks with a sigh.

"Beats me," Oda says with a shrug as he passes Yu a box of Christmas lights. "They weren't like this last year."

Kunikida doesn't get time to answer as he is dragged away by Katsumi.

"You have to help us decorate it!"

"I will make lunch, please look after them," Oda says before disappearing in the kitchen.

Kunikida watches him go and then turns to the kids.

"So, what help do you need?" ------

When Oda comes back into the room, he lets out a small chuckle. The Christmas tree stands tall, now fully decorated. At least in Oda's opinion, because Katsumi and Yu are having a heated argument whether they need more purple baubles or more green ones, Shinji is putting some paper snowflakes while Sakura attempts to wrestle out Christmas tree star out of Kousuke's hands (it's not going well but she seems determined to get her way). Kunikida is sitting a bit further away from all the ruckus, with a displeased expression on his face and several tinsel garlands (all in different colours as well) wrapped around around the waist. Oda squats in front of him and grins.

"You look like a Christmas tree yourself."

Kunikida grumbles unhappily. "Don't laugh..."

"I'm not," Oda answers and gives Kunikida a quick kiss on the nose. Kunikida lightly blushes. "Come on, lunch is ready."

Kunikida gives Oda a sceptical look.

"Please tell me it's not curry again."

Oda frowns offended.

"I can cook more than just curry and besides, what's wrong with curry?"

"Nothing wrong with it!" Kunikida hastily tries to amend the situation. "It's just–"

Kunikida doesn't get to finish his sentence as Sakura yells out a loud cry of victory and just straight up barrels into Oda, almost knocking him over.

"Odasaku, I got it! I got the star!" She reveals joyfully. "Help me put on the top!"

"Alright, just get off my back." Sakura pouts and turns her attention to Kunikida who still hasn't taken off those tinsel garlands the kids wrapped around him. A devious thought is born in her head. However, Oda senses this and hoists her up as he stands up. This causes the girl to yelp and wrap her arms around his neck. Kunikida finally sheds the garlands and follows his boyfriend and their daughter.

Sakura smiles brightly as she puts a golden star on top of the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree itself looks weird. The kids never managed to actually agree on the colours, so they put on pretty much everything they got their hands on. There are multicolour Christmas lights, yellow and blue tinsel garlands, and baubles in way too many colours - purple, green, white, red, yellow, green, blue... Shinji insisted putting on a Nutcracker as well as paper snowflakes. Sakura put two angels and a Santa Claus because, in her words, they looked cute. Yu put a small plush dwarf, shoved it right on the same branches that Sakura's angels were on because he would be lonely otherwise. Kousuke and Katsumi took two large baubles and put them on the bottom branches, right below Sakura's angels and Yu's dwarf.

The children start another argument over the decorations. The Christmas tree may look weird and mismatched but neither of the adults say anything. When asked for their opinion, they both offer nothing but the praise. It is not a complete lie either. The Christmas tree may not look as perfect as it does in movies and postcards, but as long as the kids are happy, nothing else matters.

#bungo stray dogs #kunioda #fanfiction #My writing #i love them so much

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alwaysxknitting · 5 years

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Barry’s Best Day Ever

Honey golden light glinted off Barry’s glasses where he waited by the waves, fidgeting restlessly. Beside him, Merle cleared his throat and offered the science officer a reassuring smile. Barry smiled meekly at the cleric and stilled his hopping back and forth for a brief moment before it resumed. The dwarf couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s nerves. “She’ll be here soon. Deep breath bud.” Barry took his glasses off and wiped them nervously.

“I know. I just can’t wait to see her and I just keep thinking… what if she changes her mind?” On his left, Magnus laughed heartily before slapping Barry on the shoulder.

“Trust me, my friend, we’ve all seen the way that girl looks at you. She isn’t going anywhere but down that aisle.” A bright crimson crept into Barry’s face and ears. Merle cleared his throat again as a local resident to their current plane began to play soft music on a stringed instrument. At the opposite end of the aisle stood first Lucretia in a pale pink dress with Taako and Lup behind her. The white-haired woman strode down the aisle and stepped to Merle’s right.

“Not too late,” Taako whispered as he looped his arm with his twins. She giggled softly and stuck out her tongue. “Okay, off we go to marry you away to Barold.” Lup stuck her tongue out again and bumped her brother’s hip with her own.

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The early rays of dawn filtered through the thin curtain of Barry’s bedroom as Lup snuck in on silent slippered feet. He snored loudly and rolled onto his side as she approached the bed.

“Good morning my love,” she whispered in his ear. A sleepy smile spread across his face as Barry opened his eyes slowly. A blurry form of blonde, red, and blue looked down at him.

“What is this delightful surprise?” he asked still half asleep. Barry reached up and tried to cup Lup’s face but managed to only poke his girlfriend in her eye. She jerked back and fell to her butt on the bed. “Are you okay?” Fumbling for his glasses Barry furiously apologized. Lup was laughing softly as she rubbed her injured eye.

“I’m fine, dear. Just a little poke,” she replied, smiling shyly at him. “I have a whole special day planned for you, a perfect day.” His blue eyes went wide as he gazed back at the woman he loved more than anything in all the planes.

“It’s today? All the preparations are taken care of? What about-…” Lup put a finger to his lips.

“It is all set for today and for tomorrow. Just trust me Barold, it’s going to be epic.” He chuckled and kissed her fingertip. “Now, it’s time for breakfast.” Lup stuck her thumb and middle finger between her lips and blew a sharp short whistle. Barry jumped at the shrill blast. A moment passed before Taako entered with a tray piled high with pancakes, bacon, and fresh local fruit. “Eat up darling. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

After a hearty breakfast and several more blissful hours of sleep curled up around his girl, Barry woke to the gentle sound of birdsong out the window and warm late morning light filtering through the window. Lup stretched with a groan reaching high over her head before bursting into giggles as Barry began to tickle her. “Stop that, stop that I say,” she cried, futilely attempting to escape the attack. The elf was racked with another bout of giggles before he finally stopped.

“Good morning my love.” A soft kiss landed on his lips before he could say more, a smile spread across his face. “What else do you have planned for me today?” Lup sat up, her red-tipped hair hanging over one shoulder.

“First, get dressed and make sure you put your sturdy boots on.”

The sun was climbing high in the sky as Lup and Barry walked along the faint trail through the trees. All around the pair songbird and insects filled the otherwise quiet space. “Where are you taking me?” he asked, chuckling.

“It’s a surprise if I tell you then it would ruin it.” Barry wrinkled his nose playfully and smiled at her. “Besides we’re here.” They cleared the tree line and stretching out before them was a crystal clear pool at the base of a towering waterfall. Amazement danced across Barry’s face as he took in the scene. Despite the pouring waterfall, the pool at their feet was completely smooth and clear as day making it possible to see the bottom nearly 25 feet below.

“This is amazing, babe. When did you find this?”

“I was out looking for ingredients for my brother and was running from one of those weird spider cat things and may or may not have fallen headfirst into the water.” A snort escaped Barry as he struggled to contain his laughter.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh…” Lup stuck her tongue out before pulling him toward the pool’s edge. Lush greenery grew right up to the edge and large flowers in vibrant hues of purples, blues, magentas, and oranges were scattered throughout.

“Strip.”

Barry was caught off by the order from his girlfriend but didn’t hesitate long before obeying. “I would have packed some extra clothes if I had known we were coming here.”

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” Lup retorted peeling off her thin shirt. Barry bit his lip as he watched the expanse of her toned back come into view. “Like what you see my dear?” Once again his words escaped him as she continued to strip down. Lup was practically up to her chin in the water before Barry scrambled to strip off his clothes. The plump man yelped at the icy temperature of the clear water as he jumped in. Lup swam over smiling mischievously. “I suppose I should have warned you it was a bit chilly…”

“Chilly? Bullshit! It’s downright frigid.” She smirked again before disappearing under the surface and swimming away. Barry chuckled and followed after her lithe body through the water.

Several hours later the pair climbed out of the water and dropped onto a picnic blanket Lup had summoned. The sun was high overhead, its rays warming their damn skin as they began to pull food from a large wicker basket that had appeared with the blanket. All of Barry’s favorites came out of the basket. “Babe, did you make all this yourself?” Lup shook her head, water flying from her long ears and damn hair.

“Taako helped some but all the sweets are my work, all your favorites are here.”

“You’re my favorite sweet,” he replied, leaning over to steal a kiss. The returned kiss quickly turned into more, the food, obviously forgotten.

A gentle sea breeze blew into Barry’s face as he and Lup wandered through the tide pools along the beach. The late afternoon light danced across the water and glinted off his glasses. “So what else do you have planned for me today?” he asked. Lup held up a smooth, black, bivalve shell.

“Well as it happens, it is a surprise so there’s that, not to mention it is a secret.” Barry looked at her over the top of his glasses and wrinkled his nose playfully.

“Well, you’re just no fun.” Her happy laughter filled the air as he chased her along the rocks. Lup tumbled to the sand quickly followed by her boyfriend. As they rested she pulled out her wand and cast a spell to open the shell in her hand. Inside sat a perfectly round red pearl.

“Barry look!” she cried turning it around toward him.

“It’s beautiful babe, just like you.” Pink crept into Lup’s cheeks. “It’d be perfect for a ring.” Her eyes lit up as the wizard quickly reached up and took one of the small gold cuffs off her ear.

“I knew I loved you for a reason, both smart and pretty.” Lup’s eyes flashed as she gathered the earring and the pearl in her palm before taking her wand to it.

“What are you up to?” Barry’s question went completely ignored as Lup quickly cast a transmutation spell on the small objects. When the work was complete a single object lay in her palm, a gold ring, the band crafted like licks of flame, with the shining red pearl nestled at its center. “Lup, it’s so beautiful. It almost looks like a wedding ring.” When his eyes rose to meet her gaze she was biting her lip which she only did when she was nervous.

“Barry, will you marry me today?” she asked pulling out a second gold band from her pocket. The science officer was in complete shock. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to ask her the same question but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Lup, yes, of course, I’ll marry you. Nothing would make me happier.” He leaned over and kissed her deeply, full of fifty years of love and longing for his beautiful partner. The elven woman leaned into his touch. “How about sunset tonight?” She nodded in agreement.

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Lup was a vision in a flowing, off the shoulder, white dress. Her hair blew back in the ocean breeze, several small braids wound up to form a small coronet around her head with bright orange and red fire lilies woven in. A bouquet of the same flowers wrapped with shells was clenched tightly in her fingers as she made her way to the end of the aisle where the rest of her family waited.

“Who gives this woman to be married?” Merle asked.

“No one but as her brother and best friend I give my blessing for these two to be wed.” Lup had to fight the tears welling in her eyes at her brother’s sweet words. “You take care of her Barold or so help me I will hunt you down and kill you in every inventive and painful way I know… and I know a lot.” Barry paled for a moment before Lup swatted her brother.

“Baby, ignore him.” When his eyes landed on her the light and joy returned two-fold. Taako reached out and put Lup’s hand in Barry’s.

“I know you’ll take good care of her Barry.” Taako smiled at him before pressing a kiss to Lup’s temple and taking his place next to Lucretia. His attempt to hide the tears in his eyes was a critical fail. Lup turned her gaze to her husband to be and took her place across from him in front of Merle.

“Dearly beloved we gather today for the joining of Barry and Lup in matrimony before their family and the gods. Do you have anything you’d like to say to each other?” Merle asked. Lup gazed down at Barry, her eyes shining.

“Lup, when we first met all I could think was how different you were from the other women in my life. You are such a spitfire and I never know what to expect next. You always make me laugh and make me so incredibly happy I am so blessed to walk this crazy life of ours with you by my side. I love you so much.” By the time he was done Lup was brushing away tears. Barry gave her hand a squeeze and a reassuring smile.

“Barry, my beautiful Barold,” she began, a small laugh escaping her. “For so much of my life, it was just me and my brother. It felt like he was the only one I could lean on, depend on, but then we joined the institute and I met you. At first, I just thought of you like my dorky coworker, then we became real friends, and before I knew it you were all I could think of. I couldn’t sleep because why dream when your reality is better than any dreams. I haven’t had an easy life so far but with you by my side I know I can face anything the future may throw at us. I love you with every fiber of my being.” By the time she finished speaking there was not a dry eye on the beach. Merle blew his nose sheepishly.

“Is there anyone here who objects to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace.” Merle paused for a moment.

“There had better not be…” Lup quipped. Laughter filled the air.

“Barry, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Till death do you part?” Barry looked up into Lup’s eyes, a smile spreading across his lips.

“Even after death, I do.”

“Lup, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Till death do you part?” She grinned back at Barry, her eyes glittering in the fading twilight.

“What he said,” she replied a goofy grin taking over her features. Barry chuckled at her response as he slid the fire pearl ring on her hand. She returned the gesture with the simple gold band she had fashioned for him.

“Then by the power vested in me by Pan and all those who have witnessed this union I now pronounce you husband and wife. Barry, you may…” Lup leaned down and the pair were locked in a deep kiss before Merle could finish his sentence.

A loud cheer went up as the sun sank below the horizon and all around them beach torches flamed to life. Barry caressed his new wife’s cheek gently as they stood nose to nose gazing into each other’s eyes. A silent conversation passed between them, both concerned with the coming events, the lich ritual that would bring both of them to death, and the ever lingering threat of the Hunger but for tonight they would put all that aside and celebrate their love.

#lup #barry bluejeans #the adventure zone #taz balance #fanfiction #taz fic #that one where there's a wedding

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snowbellewells · 6 years

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“Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)”

Well, folks, here we are at last - the final installment of my CSSNS MC. I can’t believe it’s really over (or that it has carried all the way into the new year.) But I have had a lot of fun exploring the world of this werewolf AU, and I am so thankful for everyone who read and encouraged me along the way as I wrote. I am sorry I kept you waiting for the loose ends to be tied up and the happy ending achieved, but I hope you will enjoy this last segment. I may check back in with these versions of the characters and this verse with a shorter look into the future if there is a second CSSNS. (After all, I did leave a small hint or two for things that might yet be brewing in the plot!) But for now, here we are at the finish line complete.

***Thank you once again to @wingedlioness for the gorgeous story banner she made for this piece that I have been using throughout. Enjoy the final story pic she made for this as well. It’s just a fun little fluffy glimpse at a part of their happily-ever-after! :)

epilogue ~ moments in the moonlight

A few days after Emma and Killian’s successful deal with the Dark One, a hesitant sort of waiting peace had fallen over Storybrooke as life seemed to return to its version of normal. Gold had made no noticeable moves to break his word, and though none of those who had fought for a sense of safety against he, Cora, and Regina were going to quit watching him closely, the intensely charged atmosphere of the previous weeks and the sense of constantly awaiting the next calamity or attack, had begun to subside. Henry and Snow, both as student and teacher, had returned to their regular school routine. Emma and Graham had gone back to regular shifts at the station handling once-more mundane complaints of dwarf squabbles, Mr. and Mrs. Sprat’s domestic disturbances in the grocery aisles, and Widow Shue’s numerous kids making too much noise in the backyard and bothering the neighbors. Killian seemed to be settling into town as well, planning to make it a more long-term home. When not with Emma and Henry, or out and about with David and Graham, both of whom were becoming the closest friends he’d had since the loss of his brother, the pirate puttered around on his ship, either cleaning or seeing that it was airtight and warm enough to remain habitable in the fast-approaching winter months.

Tucked away in her cozy office in the very back corner of the library however, one evening just a few days before Thanksgiving, Belle French fought to keep recent events and the distressing tangle of emotion knotting her gut from overrunning her mind. It was easier, admittedly, now that she wasn’t alone. Graham had stopped in after he was done at the sheriff’s station for the day, Granny’s takeout in hand for their dinner, and they had just finished eating in warm companionship, both of them more than anything grateful to no longer be eating alone, to have the other’s presence beside them to dispel the regrets and doubts whispering in their minds.

When at last she looked up to gaze full in his focused, understanding face, already looking back at her and seeming to read behind her attempt at a casual smile and false normalcy, Belle found herself catching her breath at the zing of warmth and electricity that went skittering through her. Tossing the napkin she had already crumpled into the paper bag on the table between them, she reached for the sheriff’s large, calloused hand, already held out open and waiting for her on the wooden tabletop. She couldn’t have imagined before this just how much comfort there was in simply being known - truly known, accepted, and understood intrinsically by someone else. She had come to feel nearly invisible with Rumple quite quickly upon regaining her sense of self (and more memories of the Enchanted Forest). There had been good moment long ago, but in truth she had been more of a shadow of the brave adventuress she’d always hoped. Yes, Rumple had needed her, but as an extension of himself, to keep him behaving as the good person he should have already been. Graham needed her too, but in the way any person would need someone they cared for; moreover, it was the same way that she needed him as well.

There was no judgement or impatience on Graham’s face, only concern and a desire to help as his thumb rubbed soothingly over the back of her hand. “What is it, Belle?” he asked, voice low and calming in the dim light of her single desk lamp in the silent echoes of the library closed for the day. “Something is clearly bothering you… Maybe it would help to share it?”

Belle squeezed the hand that held her own reassuringly, before wrapping her free hand around their interwoven fingers, wanting to hold onto him that much more for his compassion and his intuition, traits she knew had made her initial gratitude and attraction to him swell into all that she felt for him now. It wasn’t that she couldn’t share her worry with him, she thought as she shook her head in agitation, it was that she didn’t quite know how to try. Finally, she bit her lip and then, with a released whoosh of breath, she plowed ahead impulsively, “It’s just that...well...I don’t really feel relieved. You know? I mean, I assumed that if we were able to stop Rumple - and Emma and Killian forcing his hand into that deal seems to have worked, at least for the time being - then I would feel more at ease, like I could safely move on. But I don’t feel any better about it… more sort of hollow...and anxious too, like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Graham scooted his chair closer, obviously trying to offer a shoulder if she needed it; despite her having noticed that in most situations he didn’t tend to get overly close in proximity to other people unless absolutely necessary. “If you’re worried that we’ve dropped our guard, we haven’t. Everyone knows Gold is quite possibly only safe until he finds a way out of the deal he struck-”

But she interrupted him, shaking her head and turning away from his searching, deep eyes that she felt could look right into and read her very soul if she let him. “No, it’s not that. Well, there is the worry that he’ll find a loophole and attack us the first chance he gets, but it’s more that I can’t believe I was ever foolish enough to think he would change, that he could be different. So much wasted time, so much of my own life lost for a cause that was always hopeless.”

Graham’s fingers were tender, barely brushing over her skin as he ever-so-softly touched her chin to move her face back to his. “Please don’t say that,” he husked, his voice raspy with strangled emotion as he continued. “Your faith in others, your hope, your belief that we can overcome and change, that we do control our own fates… I… I love that about you.”

Her breath caught at his admission, long lashes blinking rapidly as she met his eyes now, transfixed and unable to look away.

“Don’t let him take that from you,” Graham finished breathlessly, his chest heaving as if he had just run for miles, and a surprising red flush climbing up his neck before his eyes dropped to the wood of the desk between them and then finishing with a murmured, “I couldn’t bear it.”

It took Belle a minute to get her wits about her, her thoughts pinging and racing in every direction at once and her heart beating as though it might pump right out of her chest, but she felt the sheriff beside her tensed to move, as if embarrassed to have said too much and preparing himself to withdraw. Quickly, she gripped his hand a little tighter, until he looked back into her face.

“You...you love me?” she whispered, not at all certain she could believe her ears.

Graham wordlessly nodded at that without saying anything more aloud. She could read his expression just then, as much as she had ever felt that he could read hers. She had been beating herself up for her own mistakes, both in the past and the present, fearing that her failures would always be laid out before her, but she could see in that weighted moment that her werewolf boyfriend carried all the same self-doubt and fear. He wasn’t sure that what had happened to him, what he had been made into and forced to do, would ever be fully behind him, or if anyone could look at him without seeing the damage, and yet despite it all, he was reaching out to her.

Belle didn’t know if it was right or if it was wrong, too much or too fast, but in that moment, with the flood of emotion he’d brought forth in her, she couldn’t hold back. Leaning forward over their joined hands, she pressed her mouth to his, savoring the soft feel of his lips in a first kiss full of the hope he had just reignited within her, and everything else she felt for him besides.

When Graham opened for her, drinking her in with a low hum of pleasure and kissing back, it was so enthusiastic that before she knew it, he was pulling her toward him over the table until she was curled, giggling in his lap, sheltered by his warm embrace as he peppered more kisses to her hair, cheeks, and forehead. They might both still be broken, but together they were going to mend the jagged edges.

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High on the hill overlooking Storybrooke, later that same night, Emma and Killian sat on the hood of her VW Bug, alternately stargazing and making out like the two carefree teenagers neither of them had ever really gotten the chance to be. Emma was just pondering the fact, when the idea of her deputy father on duty tonight catching them up here, flashing lights and stern expression and all the trappings he would have certainly pulled out if he’d actually been able to parent her when she was sixteen, seventeen, lost and living on the wild side. A chuckle escaped her at the both preposterous and yet utterly plausible mental image, causing Killian to pull back with an affronted look as she buried her head in his shoulder, her own shaking with silent mirth.

“And just what is so funny?” he questioned. “A man could begin to doubt himself when his lady love begins to laugh instead of melt at his romantic overtures.”

“Easy there, Wolf Man,” she soothed, trailing her hand along his open collar and into the exposed hair of his chest with idly stroking fingers, both their heart rates picking up at the gesture. “No need to get your hackles up. You’re doing just fine, trust me.”

A teasing grin quirked her delectable lips as she stared up at him, offering a seductive wink for good measure, even as she decided for herself that though she would definitely tell him later what had made her laugh and let him gain a chuckle from it as well, it wasn’t the time just then, nor did she want the heavy chemistry rippling between them broken with humor.

Killian, for his part, saw her green eyes darken from sparkling jade to forest deepness with want and was more than happy to let the matter drop for the present. All sensible thought fled him at that moment anyway, as Emma’s hand crawled up his neck to scratch behind his ear, making it all he could do not to whine in the back of his throat like a mere pup begging a treat from its owner. Emma did own him, body and soul, in all the ways that mattered. Killian saw no purpose or sense in denying it.

However, once he managed to gather a few threads of coherent thought, he leaned forward to growl warningly against her skin, not quite willing to let her win the upper hand so easily. “You’re playing with fire, Emma...as you well know. Toying with me that way wakes the beast within…”

She shivered at the husky intonation of his words, his meaning all too clear. In truth, she couldn’t help thinking that might be just what she was after; she was only too eager to let him devour her with tooth, tongue, and claw. Still, there had been a reason they’d chosen this particular spot for the evening, and the time was fast approaching. The full moon above was nearly at its peak.

Seeming to recall himself just as Emma did, Killian pulled back from her slightly, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. Finally, with a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, he slid off the hood of the car and stood, looking back at her with hope and uncertainty warring in his eyes. “Swan, in all seriousness, are you sure about wanting to wait for me? It could get quite chilly up here tonight.

Emma could only nod her head at him at first, wondering how he still didn’t quite see his own worth in her eyes, how intensely she wanted to be with him every moment she could. “Yes, Jones, I’m sure,” she said at last, with some exasperation, not failing to notice the affection and joy that flooded his face with her confirmation. “It’s only a few hours, right? Go - have your run. Maybe it’s the loosed beast I’m anxious to see when you get back.”

Killian visibly swallowed hard at her last words, but then a devilish gleam entered those mesmerizing eyes of his, and she could see his tongue poke into the corner of his mouth as he replied with a promise that set the blood in her veins on fire. “Have it your way, Love. I can say with some certainty that he’ll be salivating to see you too by the time I return.”

With that, he divested himself of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and baring his scarred and heavily furred chest as well as the ripple of stomach muscles that accompanied the action. Emma’s mouth went dry at the sight, even as she reached out her hand dumbly to take the shirt from him, along with the pants, socks, and boxers that followed. Looking up at her once more with a smirk, knowing that she was staring at his nude form as she clutched the discarded clothing to her chest, Killian then jogged into the treeline and was gone.

A few minutes later, Emma heard the singular, haunting and powerful howl of a wolf from well within the forest and knew that his transformation was complete. It had taken Killian a huge amount of trust to bring her here and let her into as much of the process as he dared, still not completely willing to shift into lupine form right in front of her; knowing that for a brief amount of time, just when the change was complete, he was purely a wild animal. Though he could swiftly regain control of his mind, he refused to risk even the slightest chance that he might hurt or frighten her in that minute lapse of time.

He had told her that he could actually hold the transformation off completely, but she sensed within his statement that it wasn’t a pleasant option, and when pressed, Killian had admitted that it was distressing - like an itch under the skin that couldn’t be scratched - if not downright painful, when one continued to fight nature. He didn’t know if it could do permanent damage, but Emma hadn’t wanted him to test the theory anyway. Yes, Henry was with her father tonight - out on a camping trip with him, Graham, his friend Nicholas, and Nick’s father, but she could wait a few hours. Plus, if she were honest, she was more than a bit curious, and not in the least turned off. So there she was, waiting for her love’s return.

It really was almost more than a cynic like her could believe, all that had happened in the last few months. At Thanksgiving this year, she had more to be grateful for than she could have fathomed possible not so long ago. She had the son she had lost - that she’d broken her own heart to give up for his best chance - back in her life, she had parents who loved her and had always wanted her, she had found love with a man she knew was devoted and true, she had genuine friends in Graham, Ruby, Belle, and many more of the quirky inhabitants of their little hamlet, and she had a job she enjoyed, that she was respected for doing well. Most of all, the lost girl who had still been hiding beneath her armour, had finally found her home.

Musing on all of that, Emma also had to concede that of course life still wasn’t perfect. There might yet be dark magic and curses that could come their way, along with everyday human heartache and trial, and of course she wasn’t going to turn her back on Mr. Gold, deal or not, but things were as near perfection as she had ever known. She felt stronger in belonging to a place and to these people than she had ever been before all alone.

A rustling of dried leaves and underbrush alerted her to turn back to the forest just in time to see a familiar dark black wolf emerge from the trees, its startling blue eyes intense and knowing, even in the face of a different being. The majestic animal lifted its snout slightly, as if catching her scent on the wind and savoring it before gazing back at her and taking another step forward. Speechless, Emma could have sworn the animal licked its chops before pacing toward her. Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he seemed to stretch and rearrange before her very eyes. She blinked disbelievingly, even though she had known it was him and what he was capable of, and when she looked again, it was Killian stalking toward her purposefully, nearly knocking her off her feet as he reached her and swept her up in a breathless, hungry kiss.

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pain | l.o.

➤ pairing: loki X female reader

➤ warnings: Swearing, Angst, Pain, Heartache, Maybe make you wanna shoot someone and throw yourself off a cliff?

➤ notes: This is set in Infinity War, so feel the pain bitches. Brace yourself. Feedback is appreciated.

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Thanos held up his hand to reveal the Infinity Gauntlet, which hosted the beaming, violet-coloured Power Stone.

A visible shiver racked your body, from the cold or fear, you weren’t sure anymore. It was hard to discern much, as your vision got blurrier from the amount of blood loss you were suffering from.

Thanos was holding Thor by his head, fist tightening around his skull dangerously. Crimson-red blood dripped from the god’s gaping mouth.

Yet, Thor managed to spit out a few snarky words, “You talk too much.”

Thanos barely acknowledged him and turned to Loki, "The Tesseract, or your brother's head. I assume you have a preference.”

You gasped, but quickly placed a hand over your mouth, you were not in good shape to fight. So the best option was to draw as little attention to yourself as possible, at least until you thought of a plan to help the brothers. Shifting backwards, you dragged yourself further into the shadows.

The Black Order gripped their weapons and glanced at each other, faces carrying disgusting smirks.

Loki smirked, gesturing to Thor, “ Oh, I do. Kill away!”

You worried for a moment that Loki was serious, but you remembered that this was Loki, despite everything, he loved Thor.

Also, it was Loki, your Loki, the love and light of your life. He had pulled you from the brink of self-destruction, and you would forever love him for that. He wasn’t as selfish as he liked to let on.

Thanos looked briefly surprised at Loki’s words, before he pressed the gauntlet to Thor's left temple. The Power Stone glowed brightly as Thor’s hoarse screams of anguish and pain filled the ship.

Loki’s facade cracked, his cool demeanour falling at watching Thor suffer.

“ALL RIGHT, STOP!” Loki shouted, agony written plain and clear across his features.

Thor gasped out, “We don't have the Tesseract. It was destroyed on Asgard.”

Loki glanced at Thor, a look of guilt and regret plaguing his face. Like he knew something Thor didn't. Lifting his right hand into the air, Loki produced the Tesseract.

You gripped onto your wound tighter, preventing yourself from crying out from surprise, pain and worry.

Thor heaved against his wounds, “You really are the worst brother.”

Loki moved toward Thanos, Tesseract in hand. The blue light glowing against his sharp features, you slowly inched forward, worrying about your dumb and impulsive god of a boyfriend.

Looking back at Thor, Loki had the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, “I assure you, brother... The sun will shine on us again.”

Thanos spoke, sharpness lacing his words, “Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian.”

Loki tipped his head, speaking out, “ Well, for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another... We have a Hulk.”

Thanos looked to his right, just as a green and furious mass slammed into him. Loki dived for Thor, pulling both of them out of the way and you sighed with relief but remained on edge. The Tesseract skittered across the floor, momentarily forgotten.

The Hulk charged at Thanos, growling and roaring with resentment. He pummelled into Thanos, forcing him backwards and shoving him into the wall of the ship. You wished that the Hulk would emerge victorious, but then you noticed Thanos’ right-hand man.

Ebony Maw grinned, and stopped Black Dwarf from interfering.

"Let him have his fun.”

Then you held your breath.

Thanos pried the Hulk's hands away with ease, and an expression of surprise and fear flittered across the Hulk’s face. After several hard blows, Thanos picked up the Hulk and slammed him into the deck, green and defeated. Just then, Thor slammed a metal bar across Thanos' back. But to no avail, he was kicked across the deck by Thanos and promptly bound in metal debris by Ebony Maw to keep him from interfering further.

Just several feet away, you noticed the severely injured Heimdall cast you a glance, as if reassuring you.

Praying, Heimdall said, “Allfathers… Let the dark magic flow through me one last... time.”

Heimdall summoned the Bifrost, spiriting the Hulk away. He threw you one more apologetic look, as if to say sorry for not being able to send you away as well. But you knew there was only a chance, and it could only be the Hulk.

Heimdall met Thor’s gaze, an unreadable expression on his face.

Thanos gritted his teeth, “That was a mistake.”

Thanos grabbed Corvus's glaive and drove it into Heimdall, right through his heart, twisting the blade.

You screamed out Heimdall’s name, forgetting your cover. But it was irrelevant anyway. None of them paid you any mind.

Thor cried out, “NO! You're going to die for that!”

Ebony Maw shut Thor's mouth with his telekinesis, grinning evilly, “Shhh...”

Ebony Maw kneeled before Thanos, offering up the Tesseract, “My humble personage… bows before your grandeur. No other being has ever had the might, nay the nobility, to wield not one, but two Infinity Stones. The universe lies within your grasp.”

You struggled to pull yourself to Heimdall, if you could touch him, maybe you could heal him. After all, that was the reason Fury had recruited you.

Thanos crushed the Tesseract, revealing the luminescent, blue Space Stone. He blew on it, blowing some of the fractals away, holding the Stone between his thumb and index, before placing it on the gauntlet, and was momentarily rocked by the surge of energy that pulsed through him.

Then he said, “There are two more Stones on Earth. Find them, my children, and bring them to me on Titan.”

Proxima Midnight knelt before him, “Father, we will not fail you.”

Loki suddenly emerged from behind the Black Order, and a wave of irritation rolled through you. What the hell was he doing?

“If I might interject… If you're going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena.” Lokie said cheerfully.

Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe he was actually going to betray you.

Thanos looked unimpressed, “If you consider failure experience.”

Loki spoke and in his eyes, you saw a glimmer of something, “I consider experience, experience. Almighty Thanos, I... Loki... Prince of Asgard...” Loki paused, looking at Thor, “Odinson... The rightful King of Jotunheim... God of Mischief... do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity.”

A surge of pride filled you as Loki finally acknowledged his heritage without shame or hesitation. It took a lot for him to finally get here, and you were beyond proud of him. But then reality set in.

Thor squinted at Loki’s hand, and you noticed a dagger materialize in his hand. Loki braced himself, and thrusted upwards with lightning speed in an attempt to stab Thanos, but was frozen in place by the Space Stone's power before the point could strike home.

Your toes started aching and the ache spread to the tips of your fingers, it was becoming unbearable and though you refused to admit it, something bad was going to happen.

Thanos smirked, “Undying. You should choose your words more carefully.”

Thanos twisted the dagger out of Loki's hand, taking a hold of Loki's neck with the gauntlet and lifted him to eye level. Loki struggled, kicking, as his throat was being squeezed. Thanos made eye contact with Thor before he finished the deed.

You felt a scream building up in your throat as you tried to pull yourself to your feet. The pain from your wounds was near intolerable, but you needed to save him. But you just weren’t moving fast enough.

Loki looked at you briefly, conveying a million emotions in that brief second. The most important, was that he loved you. He was sorry, sorry for doing this and every other horrible thing he had ever done. He was sorry for being unable to save you. He was sorry for not being a better person for you. But you didn’t need his apologies, you just needed him.

Then as you saw him give up on fighting against Thanos, you felt that last bit of yourself... leave you.

“You will... never be... a god.” Loki croaked, as Thanos crushed Loki's neck, killing him.

Your scream was ear-splitting and the pain you felt was comparable to being burned alive a thousand times over. He was your whole reason for living at one point, and he gave you more to live for now. So you could kill Thanos yourself. Loki wasn’t all good, but really, who was? He was mischief, love and chaos, and you adored him for it. Now Loki was gone, blood pouring from every part of his face. His skin was turning purple and the life in his eyes was gone.

Thanos didn’t even look your way, and walked over to Thor, dropping Loki's body in front of him.

“No resurrections this time.”

Thanos raised the gauntlet, sending violet-coloured Power fire through the remains of the Statesman, and used the Space Stone to teleport away with the Black Order.

Thor cried, “No… Loki…”

Thor was finally released from his bonds, and he crawled over to Loki's body and laid his head down on Loki's chest, shedding tears for all that he had lost.

You dragged yourself over, hugging Thor tightly as you shed tears of your own.

Thor weeped, looking up at you.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

Then, as more tears trickled from your eyes, your body sagged with the realisation that this is the end. The end of life as you know it, and of consciousness as you are aware of. In that day, you had lost more than you ever thought you were capable of handling.

Hugging Thor over Loki’s body, you allowed yourself a moment to dream. A dream so sweet, your mouth filled with syrup, sticky and warm. Instead of an iron taste, hot and fluid. It was a dream where you had time, and love.

But as the heat of the ship increased, and your skin prickled with pain, you knew that that was all it would ever be, a dream. Crumbling around you, metal against metal, scraping and falling pieces. The ship exploded, along with your dreams.

Then all you felt was pain. Then nothing.

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thatbluegibson · 6 years

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CH 76

"So where was Travis off to in such a hurry?" Dave asked.

The boys ran ahead of them towards the little playground in the church grounds at the end of the road and Liz reached for Dave's hand. He was keenly aware that Liz hadn't mentioned anything to the boys about their relationship yet and the last thing he wanted to do was step over any boundaries so he would let her be the affectionate one for once.

He had been nursing his hangover while Liz was at the studio when Travis and the boys showed up early, barging into the house like they had lived there all their lives. Dave had been nervous about meeting them and although Owen took an immediate liking to him, Jack seemed a little aloof. He dutifully shook Dave's hand and politely introduced himself, but the moment Travis and Owen were out of earshot, he started asking questions.

"You have tattoos like my daddy," Jack said suddenly.

"Yep," Dave crouched to his eye level and rotated his arm to show him the feathers. "And your mommy."

Jack looked him over with the assessing eye of someone three times his age, then nodded sharply. "Uncle T says you're taking care of my mommy, but she doesn't need taking care of."

"Yeah, isn't that the truth...," he laughed, marveling at how much Jack looked like Kyle. Sandy blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and tall frame, even for his age.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Well...," Dave thought carefully about how he would state this. He didn't want to say too much but he also wasn't about to lie to Jack. "We're really good friends and we like spending time together so-"

"So you're her boyfriend?"

He might look like Kyle, but he was all Liz in the personality department. There would be no bullshitting this kid. "Yep."

Jack considered this a minute, sending Dave's anxiety through the roof before finally cracking a smile and he dug into his pocket to produce a shiny yellow toy car. "Do you like cars, Mr. Dave?"

"The Triumph dealer was calling his name," Liz brought him back to the present with a laugh and they dropped onto a park bench next to the play structure.

"How's recording coming along?" he asked. She had offered precious few details about her time in the studio and he knew it was because she didn't want him meddling but he was curious.

Her smile made his heart lift in his chest "I finally got the piano piece down," she said. "I'm going to mix it back in LA once I find a place."

He knew just the place but decided to save the offer of 606 until later. "Any particular reason you're doing this or is it just for fun?"

She sat back against the bench and he reflexively put his arm around her, "Paul took me on a tour of the studio and suggested I start writing another piece, so I went home and did just that. Then I thought about what you had said about the doctorate and ... well, I made a call to U-Dub, dropped a couple names and the address I was at and they got me in the program almost right away."

"There was zero chance of you sitting still here, huh," Dave chuckled.

Liz raised an eyebrow from behind her aviators but smiled. "Did you sit still when you busted your leg?"

He shook his head almost leaned in to kiss her when Jack's whine rang out to them. "Mommy, I'm so hungry!"

"You just ate lunch!" she cried. "If you can convince your brother to leave we can go get something to eat."

Jack skipped away to plead his case with Owen and Liz reached up to hold Dave's hand. "They've certainly taken a shine to you," she said.

He let out a relieved sigh and grinned. "It really could have gone either way."

"Oh, I doubt that," she laughed. "The key to Jack is to talk to him like he's an equal and the key to Owen is food."

"He says yes, Mommy!," Jack yelled from across the playground, making both Liz and Dave laugh.

"See?"

The boys ran ahead again as Dave and Liz followed them to the edge of the church grounds. "Go through the trees, Jack but stop as soon as you reach the pavement!" she called after them when they paused for a moment at a bank of thick trees and shrubs. Her hand found Dave's again and she sighed sadly. "I'm going to miss this place when I get to LA," she lamented.

"Then you'll have to bring me back here when you haven't been maimed by a stage light and I don't have a tour breathing down my neck."

The fact that he could make her laugh so easily was something he hoped he would never get used to. They could hear the boys laughing and playing in the thicket when they reached the edge of the lawn and the narrow pathway that led to the street. Two stone columns stood on either side of the path and an ominous iron archway connected them several feet in the air.

Liz went a few feet down the path but stopped when she realized Dave wasn't beside her. "What's wrong?" He shifted a little on his feet then looked around to find another route. "Oh my god, are you scared?" she teased.

"I'm not scared," he scoffed and glanced at the ancient headstones jutting up from the earth. "I'm terrified."

"Oh, Dave," she giggled and walked back to him, taking his hand to drag him into the cemetery. "They're just boxes of old bones."

"That's what every pretty girl says at the beginning of a horror movie," he insisted, but let her lead him through the gates. "Next thing you know, your brains are being gnawed on by the undead."

She laughed and reached out to push his hair off his shoulder. "They'd have to get through this mop first, so I think you'll be okay."

He smiled and squeezed her hand, idly thinking about how Halloween would go that year. She could bring the boys over and they could all go door to door, or Taylor and Ally could take the kids and they could stay home under the guise of handing out candy, but just leave the bucket on the porch. His mind was immersed in the possibilities when he heard Jack calling them. Thinking something was wrong he looked up and found they were happily playing in a little clearing marked with another set of iron gates, though these were much smaller. Two white marble lambs topped the stone gateway, laying peacefully as if they were asleep and fresh flowers were set carefully next to each little headstone, all in their own little glass vases.

"Look, Mommy! This one says my name!"

Liz made her way over and knelt down next to him, clearing the leaves from the stone and reading the name with him. They spoke quietly while Dave stood with Owen by the gates so they wouldn't interfere. He recognized the flowers on the graves as the ones in the garden back at the house and he felt his stomach drop. She had obviously cleared the headstones and laid the flowers, but her motives were unclear. Shit, had she lost a baby at some point? Owen tugged on his hand and he bent to pick him up, brushing his long auburn hair back out of his eyes. He looked nothing like Kyle and everything like Liz. Green eyes, dark hair, skin that was quick to blush and eyebrows that would knit together when he was thinking about something. He hadn't yet gotten a feel for his personality but he was hoping Owen took after her like Jack had.

Liz stood up and wiped the dirt from her jeans, gently putting her hand on Jack's shoulder when he looked up at her. "It's okay, buddy. I promise," was all she said and Jack nodded, seemingly satisfied with her words.

"Can Owie and I have a race?" he asked.

Dave set Owen back down and Liz rolled her eyes. "Yes, but where are you supposed to stop?"

Jack and Owen were already running down the path when he yelled over his shoulder, "The pavement!"

Dave watched her carefully as she stepped over a grave and back to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she looked around, realizing he knew it was all her handiwork and said quietly, "I try not to overthink my motives. Poor little things never got a chance."

He wanted to ask her so many things, but the subject was far too heavy for the middle of the day and he chose to shelve it for another time.

The pub they had chosen was fairly empty due to mid-day on the high street and they quickly found a quiet corner to settle into.

"And then Pluto became a dwarf planet because of the classification of...," Jack chattered on, holding up Liz's phone with a NASA image of the planet while Dave listened intently and handed him pieces of chicken strips.

"Those pictures make Pluto look a little like the Death Star," Dave said, squinting at the small photo through his glasses.

Jack furrowed his brow and looked to his mother with concern. "What's a Death Star?"

"It's in Star Wars, bud," Liz muttered, distracted by Owen shoving several fries in his mouth at once.

"What's a Star War?"

Dave's jaw dropped a little and he slowly turned to stare at Elizabeth. She glanced over, looking a little sheepish and shrugged. "Dude, I've never seen Star Wars," she admitted.

"That's it," Dave said firmly, jumping up from the table and lifting Jack into his arms. Liz stifled a laugh as he held Jack upside down and pretended to scold her. "We're going home right now and all of you are watching Star Wars. Get your stuff, let's go."

Jack laughed and squirmed in his arms while Owen looked fearfully at his mother. "Mama! Still hungry!"

"I know, baby," she laughed and handed him one of her brother's chicken strips. "Dave's just kidding."

Dave flipped Jack upright and set him back in his chair, his little face was bright red and he was still giggling hysterically. "Can we have a movie night, Mommy?"

Dave gasped like he had just heard the best idea in years, "Can we?"

They both turned to her with wide eyes and she burst out laughing. "I don't care. Just let me finish my damn beer!"

Liz checked the time and smiled to herself. It was way past the boy's bedtime but was willing to let it slide this time. She set her book on the nightstand and wandered down the steps into the dark kitchen, hearing the closing credit music drift from the sitting room where Dave and the boys had made a makeshift couch out of pillows, blankets, and cushions. A white sheet hung from the wall and Dave's phone was plugged into a projector borrowed from Apple Studios, featuring the very first Star Wars movie.

They were all sound asleep, Owen snuggled up under Dave's right arm as he leaned against the chair and Jack under his left. She felt as if a weight had been lifted now that she was with her boys again and that they had acclimated to Dave so well. She had been worried, mostly of Kyle saying something to the boys that could threaten their relationship with Dave before it even started, but they hadn't once brought their father up. The thought made her wonder how rehab was going and made a note to ask Travis in the morning.

She knelt down to pick up Owen but woke Dave in the process. He blinked sleepily, smiling when he focused on her face. "You missed the best part, babe," he said quietly.

"I'm sure we'll watch several times tomorrow, too" she replied and crawled across the blanket to kiss him. "These guys need to get to bed."

Owen didn't wake, just curled into his mother's arms and shoved his thumb in his mouth, but Jack began to mutter still under the haze of a deep sleep when Dave moved him.

"Dave, did they do it? Did they get the Death Star?"

"They sure did, bud," he said softly and lifted him into his arms.

"That's good," Jack nodded against Dave's shoulder and drifted back to sleep.

They got the boys tucked into their beds and tiptoed back to their room. Liz clicked off the lamp on her nightstand and flopped back against her pillows, frowning when Dave continued to scroll through his phone. "What are you doing?"

"Downloading the next movie."

"Nerd," she accused with a laugh. "And now you're indoctrinating my children?"

"Babe, you're lucky I didn't call CPS on you! Jack is seven and he'd never seen Star Wars!" he teased.

"You didn't see it until you were at least, what... eight? And you did just fine," she shot back.

Dave thought back to the Memorial Day weekend when his mom took him and his sister to the movies. His parents had divorced the year prior and Star Wars was the first bright spot in what had been a really shitty year. "Smart ass," he grinned.

He set his phone down and settled into the bed next to her, reaching across the sheets to drag her to him. She relaxed into his arms and brushed the hair out of his face before kissing him.

"Have you thought any more about the Taylor and Allison thing?" he asked suddenly.

"What thing?"

"The whole baby thing..."

She froze for a moment, absorbing his words. "Oh," she nodded. "I didn't realize they wanted a whole baby."

"Smart ass," he repeated.

She smiled and put her hand on his cheek, tracing the line of his beard. "What about it?"

"I've just been thinking a lot about it and if you wanted to do it, I'd be... you know... cool with that," he fumbled over his words, realizing that he had been completely selfish in his reasons to keep her from helping his best friend.

"What changed your mind?" she asked, trying to appear as unaffected as possible. She had been almost too tired to speak, but now she was wide awake.

"Just... I don't know. Seeing you as a mom, I guess."

She was quiet for a long moment, thinking hard about what he was telling her. "I want you to tell Taylor and Ally," she finally said.

He nodded, already thinking of all the ways he needed to apologize to them for how he acted over this. "Yeah, but I want you there to protect me when Taylor tries to put his fist through my face."

#ThatBlueGibson

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March 3rd 2018

I feel like I had someone else’s lucid dream last night. Many weird and wonderful details below the cut (trigger warning: a character in this dream was molested as a child, and I experienced some vague flashbacks of it/associated trauma):

The first thing I think I remember doing is floating around a place that was familiar to me, although the ‘me’ in this dream wasn’t really me, I don’t think. The elementary school I floated by was familiar to me, in that in my mind I called it Fallingbrook Elementary (which was a school I went to for a few years as a kid, grades 3-6 I believe), but then I turned around to see this castle monument thing (that doesn’t exist near Fallingbrook elementary school), and overheard some tourists nearby talking about how “the King” put a magical barrier around it to keep people out of the vicinity, so that the castle will always be in pristine condition. There’s supposedly a sign on the front of it talking about it, but nobody can get close enough because of the barrier.

I remembered hearing about that as a kid growing up in the area (once again, not me - whoever I was supposed to be in the dream, this girl), and I thought that, since I’m floating around having an out-of-body experience, might as well get a closer look.

Sure enough, there was a sign. Well, more like white letters protruding from the stonework on the front of the small castle, declaring the spell’s intent, the King’s name, and the date it went up. I suppose the sign had to be done first before the barrier spell was cast, which may’ve been a little pre-emptive on their parts, but what can you do when you’re lucid dreaming someone else’s life XD

Anyways, I start floating/flying around this hometown and night is falling, and I find, well, myself. I find myself asleep in bed next to my boyfriend, I guess, and she wakes up in a panic as I start looking through things in her room. See, this girl had a very traumatized past - I believe it was implied that she was sexually abused as a child by a man. The details of the horrible experience started to overwhelm me, and I started to fade out like I was going to wake up, but I struggled through the haunting ‘memories’ and stuck with it. That’s why I started opening drawers. I wanted to take away the last memories of her attacker and get rid of them for her (and for myself) once and for all.

I’m not entirely sure why I, in an out-of-body experience/lucid dream/astral adventure, was able to not only find my conscious and sentient body as if it was a different person, nor why I was able to interact with her environment so directly as to open her dresser drawers and a cupboard, but there I was XD And it woke her and startled her as if there was a ghost in the room, and her boyfriend, whom I knew to be very sensitive and supportive, woke up to hold her shoulders and try to calm her down. At that point I decided to stop haunting her, and decided to let myself be seen by her, instead of remaining as some invisible creepy ghost.

The familiarity in her eyes told me it was like looking into a mirror for her. I explained to her, very calmly, what I was trying to do for her, for both of us. I told her to let me take care of the last remnants of that time, to let me destroy the last few things of him that she had left, and to let me bear that burden. She started crying and hugged me. Her boyfriend left for a couple glasses of water, and when he got back and we both explained what was going on, he held her and encouraged my search.

I found some photos of him, and the memories they provoked made me feel so sick it was nigh unbearable. But I took care of them anyways. Next I found some notes and letters I had written to him, explaining that I didn’t like what was happening. Those were hard to look at. I couldn’t read them, I just couldn’t. I showed them to her and told her ‘I’m taking these to get rid of them, okay?’ She agreed uneasily. But she seemed to be faring a lot better. Her boyfriend held her by the shoulders and she savoured that glass of water as she watched what I was doing.

I purged it all. Anything that I could find that connected me/this poor girl to him.

Now I just had to make sure he was rotting in jail like he should.

I floated through the town to find the small police station and the lockup. I don’t know why he wasn’t in a bigger prison out of town, but that’s where I found him. He was rotting in some concrete cell at the back of the station, and I found him asleep, dressed in a ragged grey jumpsuit, on the can.

He woke up. And he could see me.

And he was silent.

And, somehow, I realized that this wasn’t like him.

There was something off about his demeanor, his mannerisms, everything. He didn’t gloat, didn’t have some one-liner prepped to torment me with, he didn’t even seem to recognize me. This horrible man was someone that I knew very well and at a vulnerable time of my (again, her) life. And he was just sitting in this cell, lifeless.

I quickly realized that I didn’t really have anything to say to him, not in this state. So I left. Phased through the walls and just left him to rot.

I’m not sure how this transition occurred, but the next thing I remember doing was searching this guy’s apartment with my family - mother, father, sister, little brother. They weren’t at all like my family in real life, but I recognized them in the dream as my family. Anyways, we’re digging through his stuff, and someone finds this catalogue of masks, sort of? Long face masks like a founded sheet of paper printed to look like different characters from a video game I (apparently) recognized and enjoyed as a kid. Think sort of like League of Legends meets Team Fortress - big, buff, burly guys in a whole bunch of different roles and with different weapons and abilities. We left the apartment somewhat empty-handed. The place was a complete mess, but whatever we were looking for (evidence the abuse happened, maybe? Validation?), we didn’t really find it there.

As we’re leaving, dusk has fallen and there are very few people out on the streets. This town is old-fashioned, with interlocking brick sidewalks and old stone buildings and churches. So much so that there’s an older lady out lighting the lamps alongside the street and sidewalk. My father greets her and offers her some coin, for which she thanks him, and then I get a look at her face.

It’s not a her. It’s him, in disguise.

I recognize the eyes instantly - one grey eye, one blue - and that wicked smile. He’s out of jail and roaming the streets in a big heavy coat and a long curled wig of dark hair. We were just about to cross the empty street as a group, but I’m frozen in my tracks and have stopped breathing. I’m actually struggling for air, to make any kind of sound to alert my family, but I just can’t. At least, not until my dad comes to check on me, putting a hand on my shoulder once he sees that I’ve stopped.

“HIM,” I gasp. “IT’S HIM.”

He knows exactly what I mean, and my family leaps into action. This guy wasn’t just an average joe, I find out too late, as my family begins to fight him while I stay out of the line of fire and try to support. He cackled and gloated as he manifested some sort of pale white vine weapons from his body, all four taking down each of my family members, knocking them unconscious and putting their lives at risk. I was able to use my dream powers to push him back, to literally will the vines away from my family, rouse them, and heal whatever damage had been done. I barely understood how they were injured, I just willed them better, and I overpowered him as I did so. This caused him to panic a bit and flee, but not before my family’s own powers came into play. My adult sister (who had blonde hair and colourful leggings with a tank top) kicked him in the face from meters away. I think my dad had super strength, and I don’t know what my mom or brother had (yes, it was very reminiscent of The Incredibles - I watched a trailer for the new one recently so that probably inspired this part of the dream XD).

This asshole still managed to get away, despite the fight and effort we all put into it. Instead of chase him down though, my dad said we ought to come up with a plan and find some help.

So that’s what we did. Next thing I know we’re sitting around a table with a map of town, with a bunch of big, burly men. It turns out, these guys from the video game from earlier are also real in this dream, apparently? I definitely felt awestruck that they not only existed, but came to help me with hunting down this monster. The first thing we discovered was that the catalogue of masks that we saw at his apartment, were actually disguise masks that could change your whole appearance if you wear them. He had ordered quite a number of them through this catalogue, and even had one custom-made to look like himself, which was what the poor guy in jail had been stuck with wearing. This created a new problem though, in that the very people who came to help us couldn’t be trusted, because he could literally look like any of them anytime he wanted. Yeah. Great way to start things off.

These guys were very supportive of me though - they dwarfed me in size with their military gear and broad chests, and they were all holding my shoulder, clapping me on the back or hugging me. It felt nice to have that positive attention from a man, after everything I’d gone through in the past, and I felt warm and safe amoung them, in spite of the whole mask issue.

The characters in the game that I remembered were listed alphabetically I remember, with the first guy being caucasian with blue eyes and brown hair just long enough to have waves in it. He had a headset with a small blue screen suspended in front of one eye, and red and white body armour. His codename was Atllas I think. The next guy down on the list had a surname that started with B I believe, who was dark-skinned and looked fairly similar to TF2′s Demoman, except with both eyes, more wrinkles in his face, big broad chest, and no Scottish accent. He actually remarked at one point in the meeting that he thought the game was ridiculous, and he didn’t understand why anyone ever played it. I said “Well, here I was about to tell you that you were my favourite character to play,” and he looked abashed while Atllas had a good laugh.

The meeting left off on a rather positive note despite everything else that happened in the dream, and after that we started searching for that asshole, but after some brief confrontations that I barely recall and him switching masks a whole bunch, my memory of the dream itself gets quite fuzzy, and I don’t know whether we actually managed to catch him in the end.

#dream journal #lucid dream #tw: child molestation #not for real though #just implied #it's never happened to me #in here I try and help protect a girl from the memories of it #wow my mind goes dark places sometimes #almost as much as it gets weird #this dream was a horror film in the making

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