#need to finish this story so leggo

[blacklegsanjiii]

Fem+Golden!Sanji brainrot leggo.

Mihawk, after dropping Zeff off with a doctor takes Sanji to a hairdresser, her hair is in awful state after being on the rock for eighty-five days and is in desperate need of attention. So he takes her to the nearest hairdresser and is basically hovering the whole time. The hairdresser is freaked out and so is Sanji. He doesn't mean to, he just is - you don't become the world's greatest swordsman without becoming a little scary, he just hopes Sanji and he can warm up to each other eventually. Mihawk waits for the hairdresser to undo some of the damage done to the girl and tries not to pay too much attention to how Sanji is shaking.

When they leave for Kuraigana, Sanji flinches a lot. Mihawk of course takes this in stride, abandoned child, saved from starvation on a rock, working on a cruise liner before that. Of course she's terrified of him, any child in that situation would have. Mihawk didn't become who he is by just lousing around though and it comes to him as he's recording Yoru's handle that he looks at Sanji and her hair and once he's finished with his sword he asks if he can braid her hair. Sanji is staring at him with eyes the color of the purest waters widened at the suggestion. Mihawk assures her she doesn't have to but it might be...nice.

It might be nice to have her hair done for her. It might be nice to just dress up and do nothing. It might be nice to have him to lean on. He doesn't say all that though. He just wants her to know he's not going to be hurt if she isn't ready or might never be. It just might be nice. Sanji is staring at as Mihawk says he's been braiding for a very long time, he cords his swords himself. He slowly offers a hand and she comes forward to take it.

He gently guided her to his lap and when she's comfortable he combs her hair with his fingers and starts braiding. He takes his time with it because he can feel her shaking and then start to relax the longer it goes on. Some french braids that end in a single braid near her shoulders. She's not shaking at the end and he asks if he can take her to the mirror to show her. She nods so he picks her up and holds her close as he takes her to the closest mirror and Sanji is staring at their reflections and at her hair and just lightly runs one of her hands over the braids and thanks him. He nods and says he can do better ones in the morning if she likes and Sanji blinks as Mihawk says it was nice to do and Sanji nods.

I can't imagine meeting White Beard and Marco go well, at least not as well as it did in Golden. White Beard is tall, an emperor of the sea, has horror stories about over the world and he pulls her from her hiding spot and Sanji is just gone into a panic attack. Coming to later with Marco and Mihawk talking quietly about her weight and nutrition and Mihawk is holding her close but still gently. Has a hand rubbing her back as Marco smiles and apologizes softly and quietly to her. The big man is gone and he won't hurt her. She looks at Mihawk who simply keeps holding her, there is no expectation of forgiveness. Marco shows her his fruit, lets her pet him in his Phoenix form before he leaves for the fleet. Sanji is exhausted though so as Mihawk redoes her braids Sanji sleepily mumbles the birdman was nice and his feathers were soft. Mihawk smiles at her as she falls asleep before he's done and he doesn't bother leaving for his own room that night, he'd like to be there for his daughter in case she wakes up from a night terror. Marco becomes her doctor and visits for check ups, both on Kuraigana and the Baratie. No one asks about the First Commander and CMO of the White Beard fleet being her doctor.

Mihawk taking her on supply runs is him usually asking her if there's anything she would like and her politely, too politely, saying no. Sanji already feels indebted to him though she shouldn't because Mihawk could have brought her back to Zeff already but he hasn't because it's nice. He likes having her around, he wants to have her around, he wants to get her things and clothes. When he finally catches her eyeing something he looks and it's a worn copy of Noland the Liar so he gets it for her. Doesn't ask and she's trying to quietly tell him it's okay, she doesn't need it and he just says 'but it would be nice, wouldn't it?' and Sanji feels like crying. Mihawk also gets a few tune dials and tells he they're going to start dance lessons so she needs some clothes to dress in and he would like her to tell him what she wants. Sanji blinks at him as she holds her new-to-her book and nods after a minute.

So they head to a few shops to try to find a dress for her. The first couple don't have anything that would remotely fit her, the next one has Sanji looking at the clothes but they don't feel right. It's the last shop they visit that Sanji finds some clothes finally. She's taken by a lady to the dressing room to try some things on. The lady has Sanji show him and he just smiles at each one until they're done and they're buying the clothes Sanji liked. Lighter fabrics in darker earth tones but a couple pastels as well. The lady tells Mihawk he has a lovely daughter and he thanks her and agrees before they leave. When Sanji quietly asks why he did that Mihawk said it sounded nice, right. Sanji is staring at the ground and following him as Mihawk says he won't do it again if she didn't like it and she holds his hand and doesn't answer for now, but Mihawk doesn't feel fear but guilt and wonder coming from her, he squeezes her hand lightly in return.

When they start dancing lessons, because of the size difference between them, Mihawk starts them with side by side dances to get the foot work right. She follows easily and learns quickly and Mihawk is pleased at how well she does. At some point Mihawk hauls her up to his hip and switches the tune dials and starts dancing around with her. She's clinging to him for dear life but Mihawk simply smiles at her and keeps dancing around the room with her until she starts smiling and laughing. He does this quite a bit, offering her a hand in an overdramatic bow and then sweeping her up into his arms to circle around the room with him. When Zeff throws parties at the Baratie it's always a treat for the staff to witness Mihawk be utterly wrapped around this little girl's finger. It's common knowledge the little girl who does prepwork in the kitchen is Mihawk's daughter, but only on the Baratie. It's an unspoken rule that once you leave you're supposed to forget. Mihawk takes her to work for a couple of days at Zeff's request. It's only when they arrive they find how busy it is and Sanji is sent to work in the kitchen and Mihawk is there to deal with more problematic guests whose egos are too big for their boots. Sanji is unfortunately sent to hand out trays of food with the waiters and Mihawk trusts them enough with her. She's only ten and so small and she looks exhausted by the end of their stay. Mihawk is holding her and lounging on one couches on the upper deck with lay on him, hair undone and passed out in her chefs uniform. Exhausted. Everyone says she did well to him and Zeff chuckles at the sight of a man whose hard edges had been so incredibly smoother by the eggplant. When a letter arrives to Kuraigana with the letter, Mihawk puts it in a frame in Sanji's room.

It's when Sanji is eleven, the Baratie throws her a joint birthday party with Mihawk since their birthdays are so close together. The Baratie is open for lunch but they don't tell the duo they're closing for dinner and Mihawk and Sanji know each others birthdays and Mihawk offhandedly mentioned them to Zeff, more to laugh at how close they were and celebrate Sanji's than his own. He should have known better as the Baratie is closed and Sanji is sent to take a shower and clean up. Mihawk had been instructed to bring nice clothes for both of them and he did so, Zeff absolutely gives Mihawk shit because he was right, he was so right about this little girl and him and Mihawk threatens to take his other leg, Zeff laughs in his face.

The party confuses Sanji because she's never been a part of the celebration with her three brothers, she was the failure, and here these people are. Celebrating her and her father. She looks up at Mihawk who smiles at her and says it's their party, they should enjoy it as they see fit. Mihawk dances with her and Zeff catches the infamous dancing photo of them. They eat an incredibly rich and sweet cake and are sung to by the staff. At some point in the night Sanji whispers something into Mihawk's ear and calls him 'papa' for the first time with drooping eyes. He smiles gently and holds her close and sways gently, she falls asleep shortly after. Everyone adores the little blonde girl, no one as much as Mihawk, of course. Still something in his chest flutters at being given a paternal moniker by his daughter. When they're eating the next day before they leave Mihawk has Sanji on his lap and is braiding her hair. Zeff gives him the photo before they leave, to match the other they already have. Happy moments in the world created just for the two of them. It sits framed on his desk.

When Sanji is gifted make up, she and Mihawk have no real idea what a lot of it is, they understand the mascara and lipsticks but the multitude of powders and creams? They are lost, completely and utterly lost and their trips into town reveal the ladies in town absolutely preening over them which is awkward because Mihawk doesn't flirt and doesn't get flirted with, well he does but he always shuts it down but now it's wrapped in how caring for his daughter he is and the amount of winks and words of people finding him attractive for doing what he considers the baseline of care for his daughter is absurd. When he says so after they leave town with several magazines and books that cover make up somewhere in there he says it's outlandish to think he wouldn't do this for her and Sanji blinks at him and says her birth father tried to kill her so their baselines might be off. Mihawk blinks at her and then says they're talking about that when they get home and Sanji realizes she fucked up then. Not in a bad way but she hasn't seen Mihawk angry and she can feel something in him that is more fury than anything else. Sanji does the very quick route of 'haha, at least it brought us together!' and Mihawk is pinching the bridge of his nose going 'Redleg and I can't be the first men in your life to be nice to you, do you know how that sounds?' and Sanji says it's more believable than him calling her his daughter and Mihawk throws his hands in the air in exasperation. After that conversation, where Mihawk only manages to get Sanji also has brothers that beat the shit out of her too, they do each other's make up following instructions from the book where it's all etiquette based where the magazines are more fashion forward. Their first attempts aren't great, they're actually very bad for how adept with their hands they are. Mihawk accidentally smeared her lipstick so hard he sighed and admitted defeat for the day and let Sanji do his make up, the colors were not cohesive whatsoever and she was shaking leaving things uneven and messy. They washed their faces and Mihawk assured her she was not in trouble, he was not angry at her, her fury was directed at a man she refused to name. She nodded and curled up against him to read before bed, her worn copy of Noland the Liar in her hands.

Of course when Sanji moves to Baratie full time Mihawk sends her with an old cord of Yoru's to hang beside her photo of them and he is surprised when Sanji quickly braids a small section of her hair and cuts it off with Kotagana. A welcome one but a surprise none the less as he ties the end off with extra cordage. It's weird for Mihawk to not have her in the castle or be with her constantly on Baratie. He's not worried about her, she can out swim most of the navy and could probably kick a cannonball back if she wanted or had to. She's strong and dilligent and by far one of the best cooks he knows, but she is his daughter. So maybe he is just slightly worried about her. Still, he set off when he was younger than her so he tries not to fret too much and Marco is still doing her checkups and relays anything out of the ordinary. Like how she should have had third degree burns from a pot of oil that spilled on her hand but didn't, or when she almost chopped a finger off but was fine the next day. Truly he tries not to worry about her but the more outlandish things that happen the more he can't help himself but to call or go check on her. He's actually making one such trip when he lets Zoro live and just barely catches his daughter's eye - because she's seen him kill before, end many people's dreams - before he leaves.

And after Marineford he just has to trust the boy who continually gets lost on his island that she's alive if he is. An unfortunate standard in his eyes as he trains the man he believes destined to kill him.

[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

[soul-of-the-sanada]

I'm reading through the 'moments stolen in shadow' event and saizo's story has me cracking up and still cringing.

basically mc gets wrapped up in some shenanigans, as usual, and some dude burns down her family's restaurant/home. saizo ends up rescuing her, ninja style, while outwardly living the life of yugiri's owner.

mc tells saizo about her mysterious rescuer and how much she'd like to thank him. so he offers to take her out to look for him.

and now they're just walking through Kyoto and it's like Clark Kent taking Lois Lane out on a date in the hopes they'll run into Superman and IT'S KILLING ME.

saizo's just like ROFL at mc the whole time. I can't handle this. like, I already have second hand embarrassment on mc's behalf.

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

leggo

...

Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

��So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He���s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks. 

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved. 

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted. 

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded. 

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?” 

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed. 

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet. 

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried. 

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there. 

“Woah...” you almost lost balance. 

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job. 

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars. 

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.” 

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

[peanutpinet]

Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

[let-it-raines]

I Hope We Never See October (3/?)

When his personal life and football career go up in flames, Killian Jones escapes England for America, finding seclusion in Martha’s Vineyard in order to hide from his demons. It’s a fresh start, or at the very least a paused moment in his life, and all he needs is a few months alone to allow his heart to heal. He doesn’t count on meeting Emma Swan.

Emma’s life depends on tourists who come to the island every summer. It’s how she makes her money working in restaurants and clubs across the vineyard, but every year, she cannot wait until autumn comes and her life returns to normal. She especially cannot wait for Killian Jones to leave.

Rating: Mature

a/n: Not gonna lie, I forget I'm writing this story, remember, and then the moment I sit down to write, I get called away. But here's part three!

AO3: Beginning | Current

Tumblr: One | Two | Three

-/-

His head is pounding. It’s been awhile since it has pounded like this. Usually, it’s from a lack of sleep from the nightmares or the stress. This morning, he knows it’s from the rum. He did everything he could to cancel it out – coffee, water, food, medicine – but his head is still pounding. He is a bloody lightweight now.

Huh.

Killian is making it sound like that’s a bad thing, when really, it’s good. A week ago he was standing with a beer bottle in his hand early in the morning tempted to drown his entire day away. Last night, he made it the entire day without wanting to get pissed and only had two small drinks to toast his friends goodbye.

That’s progress.

This hangover, though, damn. It’s a sign he’s making progress, but damn.

Or he’s simply getting old, which is something else he doesn’t want to think about.

“Fuck,” Killian moans, pressing his fingers against his temples as he opens his eyes. His neck is also killing him, probably from how he slept on this damn couch all night. He should have driven home, but he didn’t trust himself to. Besides, Ariel had offered the couch before she went to bed.

Emma had too.

He’d nearly left after she offered. She was likely only doing it because she assumed Ariel or Eric already offered. He gets the feeling the woman doesn’t like him, which usually isn’t something that happens with him, and that intrigues him. It also makes him realize how much of an asshole he is.

How has he gotten to a point in his life where he expects women to always fancy his company?

Killian sits up, his muscles aching, and slowly, he rises from the couch. The lights in the house are all off, and he knows he can leave now with no one knowing the wiser that he slept over, that he felt bad enough to not be able to drive home. Or maybe that he didn’t want to spend another night in that giant house by himself.

The floor creaks beneath him with each step he takes, but no one seems to stir. Killian finds a notepad and pen in the kitchen and quickly scribbles a note to Ariel and Eric. He said his goodbyes to them last night, and he’ll talk to them on the phone at some point today. He doesn’t need to stick around to say another goodbye this morning. It’s still early enough that the sun hasn’t risen, and they won’t be up for hours. Killian finishes his note, grabs his wallet and keys from the counter, and heads out the front door to his car. It takes him a moment to find his car, to remember what said of the road they drive on over here, but he eventually spots it across the street under a large tree when a light from the house turns on.

Killian turns to see it’s coming from an upstairs window, and Emma Swan is standing between the curtains. He nods, and he swears he sees the slightest nod in return before the curtains rustle and she turns off the light.

She didn’t get in until two this morning, and she’s up at six. How the hell is she functioning?

Then again, how is he functioning?

Killian’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and after he gets in his Jeep, he checks the message.

Elsa Jones: The girls say thank you for their new Leggo set. My bare feet do not.

Killian laughs and puts his phone back in his pocket. That’s how he’s functioning. He may have flown across an ocean, but he’d never leave Ally and Sophia. They’ve already lost enough, and Liam will have his head, someway and somehow, if he doesn’t do everything he can to make sure all his girls are happy.

To make sure Killian is happy too.

“Bloody hell,” Killian whispers to himself as he cranks the engine, “it’s too early to be thinking like this.”

He should be able to have at least a little reprieve from the voices in his head.

-/-

Killian doesn’t leave the house much over the next few days. He doesn’t have reason to. He’s got everything he could possibly need in the house, including his own private stretch of beach that he walks along a few times a day, but the repetition of nothing begins to drive him mad. He trains in almost the same way as he did when he was playing, and while that takes up a good portion of his day, it’s not enough to keep him occupied. He reads the books that the owners of the house left behind but finds it’s mostly romance novels he can’t stomach. For a day or two, he binges Netflix, leaving a permanent imprint of his ass in the couch cushions, but there’s only so much time he can spend staring at screens.

Elsa and the girls call more than once a day with them being on summer holidays, and he gets a call or two from Scarlet, who finally had the bullocks to ask Belle out to dinner. That was good to hear since Killian has been giving Will shit about doing that for years now, and it’s good to see that people are moving on with their lives.

He’s not, not really, but he’s not trying to move on so much as he’s trying to not be a total disaster every day.

Sitting in this house alone all day every day isn’t helping. Why did anyone think sending him to be alone would be a good idea in the wake of his brother’s death? He knows it’s more so the scum English tabloids would leave him alone and he could fix his public image so he doesn’t go broke before he’s forty from loss of sponsorships and possible opportunities to get involved in the league, but damn, this was a bad idea.

At least he’s not drinking himself to sleep anymore.

Or drinking himself awake. He thinks that feat is slightly more impressive.

Killian puts his bottle of water down and opens the door that leads to the deck. It’s cool out today, the sun hidden behind the clouds, and since he cannot stay here anymore, he decides he’ll go for a run. It’s been years since he ran outside and not on a pitch or a treadmill, but maybe it’ll be a good distraction. He’s noticed more people filling into the houses around him, the summer tourists showing up in large droves now, so at the very least he can pass time watching people while hoping no one watches him.

It takes him little time to get dressed, lace up his trainers, and pop headphones in his ears before he’s out the door. The roads aren’t flat around his house, so he drives the Jeep a few miles until he finds smoother, less crowded ground. Maybe it’s a way to keep him from running that little bit longer, but mostly he knows his knees need the flat surfaces right now.

He really has gotten old, hasn’t he?

Eventually, he finds what looks like a good path behind a long stretch of beach, finds a place to park, and then he starts running.

It’s horrible, which was expected, but he does it anyway. There are families lining the beaches, music playing from speakers and phones, and he watches as boats skip out on the water. Maybe he should rent a boat for a weekend and take it out. It’d be nice to be out on the water again. He hasn’t been since Liam’s death, the fear of something similar happening to him despite the unlikeliness, but maybe one day while he’s here. It’s not as if he has anything better to do.

Killian runs until the endorphins kick in and then again until his legs get tired. He’s an idiot, however, because he doesn’t think to turn around to his Jeep.

Bloody hell.

He stops and reaches his hands over his head, stretching out his shoulders, and looks to see what’s around him. It’s mostly beach, but there are several restaurants and shops a few blocks down. He notices the familiar Blue Dog Tavern sign and the long deck filled with their outside seating. That means he’s minutes away from a populated area of shops and restaurants where he could cool down and catch his breath, but he still walks toward the Blue Dog. There’s another diner around here he went to that was horrible, and he doesn’t feel like taking the chance again. He’s still over his phase of twenty-four-hour diners. He doesn’t think he can handle more sticky tables.

Killian cools down on the walk to the restaurant, taking in the people walking along the sidewalk, and he dodges them until he’s inside and the cool air is hitting against his skin. It’s past the prime of the lunch rush, so the place is mostly empty. He thinks of going to the bar again, but as he wants to stay as out of the way as possible, he asks the hostess to seat him at a booth in the corner.

“Is someone coming to meet you?” she asks, smacking her gum as she hands him a menu.

“I’m afraid not. Just me today.”

She smiles, popping her gum again, and leans forward, casually popping a button on her shirt. Killian tries not to snicker at the obvious attempt, mostly because she is attractive, but the last thing he needs is to burn more bridges at one of the few places in towns he likes. “Well, if you want company, all you have to do is come find me. I’m Marina.”

He raises his brow. “Seems like you were born to work by the ocean then.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because your name is Marina.”

She cocks her head to the side and laughs. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, love.” Killian smiles and nods toward the front. “I believe you’re needed.”

She jumps and walks away, obviously putting a little sway in her hips when she moves, and in another life, he’d ask her to join him for lunch and meet her after her shift. He nearly does it now, but the man he’s been and the man he’s trying to be war with each other in his mind.

No burning bridges, he reminds himself. He’s done enough of that in his lifetime.

He orders water and coffee and avoids eye contact with Marina as much as possible, especially when she keeps finding ways to come by his table despite there being no other customers in his section. He texts Will and Rob, sends Elsa some pictures of the beach to show the girls, responds to Ariel about him doing another video conference with a hospital back home, and then he puts his phone away and tries to focus on his meal.

Unsurprisingly, it does not take a hell of a lot of focus to eat a sandwich and chips.

The music coming over the intercoms keeps him occupied for awhile, so does the television hanging over the bar until someone changes it to ESPN, and eventually Killian starts fidgeting for headphones and something to do while he waits for his meal to settle and drinks another cup of coffee. He needs to start the trek back to his Jeep, but that’s the last thing he wants to do.

“Heather, I get that you don’t want to be here, but your uncle and your parents want you here. And you either need to take it up with them or start doing some actual work.”

Killian recognizes that voice, and he sinks in his booth. He was hoping to get away with not running into her here today, if only to save himself the headache. He doesn’t have any paper money on hand, so he can’t pay and leave, and he imagines there’s very little chance he’ll avoid her when she’s walking right toward him with Heather, his server from last week.

She’s in those bloody jean shorts again. They barely cover anything and hug her ass to show it off, and the blouse she’s wearing is fitted to her skin. Her hair is down, hitting past midway on her back, and she looks just as gorgeous as she has every other time he’s seen her…which is exactly why he needs her to not notice him.

So, of course, she does.

Right after she teaches Heather how to clean the tables, she looks up and over at Killian, raises both brows, and walks toward him with her arms crossed beneath her chest. “Anything I can help you with today?”

“The check may be nice, Swan. Lovely to see you again.”

“Uh-huh.” She looks over her shoulder, holds up a signal toward Killian’s server, and he hustles to the back, presumably to get the check. “I can recommend other restaurants in the area. This place is great, but I promise there are better ones.”

He shrugs. “I like the food and how calm it is during off hours. Are you enjoying your house with no Fishers in it?”

“I don’t mind when they come to stay.”

It’s a lie if he’s ever heard one. Killian points to his temple and taps. “I know this may surprise you, but I’m actually quite perceptive.”

Her smile is tight, and she tucks her hair behind her ears. “The Fishers are great landlords, and I can’t complain.”

“I’m not going to tell them what you’re saying, love.”

She smiles again, and he can tell she’s still faking it for him. “All I can say is I’m glad not to have strange men scaring me in my kitchen at two in the morning. Now they simply show up at my work.”

He lifts his glass. “It’s good food, and you’re right, I don’t know of many other reliable eateries around here. Some of them seem a little too…made for tourists.”

“And the Blue Dog Tavern doesn’t? I mean, come on. We have a giant blue animated dog cutout outside. We’re on all those lists of ‘Places in Martha’s Vineyard you have to visit.’ We’re made for tourists like you.”

“I am not a tourist.”

“Says the man who is renting one of the big houses out in Edgartown and staying here for the summer. I’m guessing you go to the beach and lounge around the pool and go through way too many of the bad books the owners of the house have on their shelves.”

Killian huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in the booth. That was a little too spot on. “How do you know where I’m staying? Wait, no. Ariel, right?”

“Yeah,” Emma smiles, and God, it feels like a hell of an accomplishment to get her to smile. “She went on and on about the great Killian Jones.”

“Ah, so you know who I am then?” He leans forward and waggles his brows, flashing his brightest smile.

“Yeah, a rich British tourist who is friends with my landlords.” Someone calls her name from across the restaurant, and Emma holds one finger up. “Your check will be with you soon. I’ll ask Marina to give you some other restaurant recommendations on your way out. You’ll get sick of this place soon enough.”

“I’m perfectly happy with it, Swan.”

She shrugs and walks away, and Killian chuckles to himself. He doesn’t understand this woman at all, but she intrigues him.

He knows that’s a dangerous game to play.

Killian gets the check, pays it, and before he can escape, Marina corners him to give him more recommendations. She ends up veering into bars and clubs on the island and the surrounding towns, asking him if he wants her to show him around, but he declines and takes the list of places. Maybe he’ll check them out, but the last thing he needs is to go to a club. A bar, maybe, but not a club. He’s learned that there’s a hell of a difference.

He’s also learned that he’s bored to tears in this place, and no amount of calls to Ariel and Elsa can solve that boredom. He finds himself googling pre-season training information, checking up on mates and rivals, and while that’s a bit of a slip-up, he does manage to still stay away from looking himself up. He never used to have the urge to google himself or to read any of the tabloids, but ever since his retirement, he’s been curious. Were people sad? Happy? Did he leave any kind of lasting impact? Or did they all just see him as the drunk, washed up old man with a dirtied past?

That is a path he absolutely cannot go down, and since he’s already run a half marathon today, he decides to shower and get dressed to go to one of the places Marina recommended. If his time alone doesn’t start to get less depressing, he thinks he’s going to have to fly back to London and bother Elsa and the girls until they kick him out. He’ll pay for the remaining time on the house, but he won’t be staying there.

While the sun sets, Killian drives down new roads on the island, going to different towns and neighborhoods to see what others are doing, before ending up at a bar near his house. Marina said it was a spot for locals with good food and a quiet energy, so he doubts Marina has ever stepped foot into it. Killian pushes open the old oak door, and the lights inside are dimmed, the music quiet. There’s a guy playing guitar in the corner hidden between two pillars, and Killian finds himself sitting at the opposite end of the bar on a stool that’s cushion squeaks when he sits down.

Charming.

“You eating, drinking, or both?” The bartender asks, wiping his hands off with a cloth.

“Eating. Have any recommendations?”

“You have an objection to seafood?” the old man asks.

“Not a one.”

“Good. I’ll fix you up with the daily catch.”

Killian nods as the man makes his way through a door behind the bar, and then Killian swivels on his stool, looking around the place. He doesn’t know about the food yet, but Marina was right. It definitely has a quiet energy to it. There are people in nearly every booth and at every table, but there’s a hushed tone except for a laugh in the booth nearest him. His eyes are drawn there, and to both his surprise and horror, he finds Emma Swan with her head tilted back with laughter.

Fuck.

She’s definitely going to think he’s stalking her, and as hungry and bored as he is, he’s still tempted to leave. So of course, that’s when Emma stops laughing and looks directly at him.

Bollocks. Utter bollocks.

She blinks and stares at him a little longer, her brows raising before falling, and then she turns back to whoever is sitting in the booth with her. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her arms moving, but he turns on the stool until he can see her no longer, wishing at the very least he had a water to nurse.

“Hiya. Come sit in our booth with us.”

Killian twists and looks at the brunette who’s now sitting next to him. “Pardon?”

She sticks out her hand, and he takes it, shaking it. “Ruby Lucas. You’re Killian Jones, the – ”

“There’s no need to – ”

“ – the guy who scared Emma half to death at her house in the middle of the night,” Ruby completes, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “And I must say, you are much more attractive than she described.”

“So she talked about me then?”

“In her own special Emma way.” Ruby tilts her head back toward their booth. “And in my own special Ruby way, I’m inviting you to eat dinner with us. It’s me, Emma, and this super wholesome woman named Mary Margaret who will take you home and bake you cookies while asking you about your childhood because she had a good one of those.”

Killian chuckles, cheeks still flushed from him thinking Ruby knew who he was earlier – he is a pompous, entitled ass obviously – and from being invited to their table. “I couldn’t intrude.”

“I insist that you do.”

He likes her, he decides. She’s stunning and funny with no filter, but she reminds him too much of a dirtier version of Anna. It’s a rather peculiar comparison, but it’s true. It’s also half the reason he agrees to switch tables, rising from his stool and walking toward the booth. The other half a reason is the blonde woman with her face pressed into her forearms against the table top.

She looks beyond thrilled for him to be joining them.

“Oh, Emma, you were right, he is handsome!”

Emma bangs her head into the table as who he presumes is Mary Margaret smiles at him from across the booth. Killian slides onto the seat and elbows Emma’s side before patting her shoulder. “It’s alright, darling. I told all my mates you were beautiful, so we’re even.”

“Go to hell.”

He laughs, grinning at her, and slowly, she peels herself off the table. “Just so you know, I’m only here because Marina recommended it.”

“Remind me to fire her in the morning.”

“So,” Mary Margaret interrupts, tucking her short hair behind her ear, “tell us about yourself, Killian. Where are you from? What do you do for work? How long are you planning on being here?”

“Good God, Marg,” Emma sighs, slumping down, “give the man some room to breathe.”

“What? I’m curious.”

“You’re nosy is what you are,” Emma corrects.

“Aren’t we all?” Killian shuffles in his seat, hoping they move on to another subject, but when Mary Margaret turns to him, he knows she isn’t one to forget. “So, how long are you staying?”

“I have the keys to the house I’m renting until the first of October, but I imagine I’ll leave sooner.”

“And why’s that?” she asks.

Killian shrugs as the man behind the bar drops off a glass of water at the table and tells Killian his food will be ready in ten minutes. “I’m afraid no matter how nice it is here, I don’t know many people. I miss the people I’m closest to. A man can only spend so much time alone.”

“Then why’d you book a house for so long?”

“I needed to get away.”

“Yeah, but – ”

“Marg,” Emma interrupts, placing her hand over her friend’s, “please. You don’t have to know everything about him. Not everyone wants to reveal their entire life to complete strangers.”

She’s right. He doesn’t. But for some inane reason, he doesn’t think he’d mind revealing most of his life to her.

He has obviously lost his damn mind.

But it’s nice to spend a night with other people, to be included in the conversation, and while Mary Margaret and Ruby are delightful, he finds Emma captures his attention, not that this surprises him.

What does surprise him, however, is how much friendlier she is in this environment. He knows it’s her friends and not him, and maybe the glass of wine she had with dinner, but it’s nice to see her laugh freely and blush when Ruby tells stories of Emma he cannot imagine knowing otherwise. He can’t imagine Emma ever scaling a building to break into an ex’s apartment to get her favorite sweater back, but then again, that seems exactly like something she would do if she wanted it badly enough.

He fancies her.

He has no business fancying her, none at all, but when he ends up driving all three women to their homes because Ruby and Mary Margaret had too much to drink and Emma can’t drive the stick shift in Ruby’s car, he accepts Emma’s invitation inside for a cup of coffee.

He also accepts her invitation upstairs into her bed.

To hell with the consequences and burning bridges. He’ll deal with those in the morning when he isn’t so enticed by the trail of freckles running down Emma’s bare stomach.

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[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

#15: Family

an au me and @eagefree​ have been talking about – during his revenge quest Lewis somehow ends up with two kids to take care of

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

Anger was what kept Lewis alive now. Or, not alive – he no longer lived – but the need for revenge was what drove every beat of his anchor. Every decision he made was based on poetic justice, on finally catching his killer and exterminating him like the rat he was.

Yes. He was the perfect hunter, with no need for sleep or food. Simply a– what was that noise?

He paused in his pacing around the entry hall, tilting his head to listen better. It sounded sort of like a tree tapping against one of the first-story windows, only… there weren’t any trees close enough to do that.

He followed the sound to the back of the house, to the garden that was enclosed in the U-shaped building. Along the way he picked up a couple of curious deadbeats, who swirled around his shoulders as he investigated.

There was a deer outside, its antlers knocking softly against the window as it nibbled on his plants. Plants which were entirely conjurations, but the deer hadn’t appeared to notice that yet.

“Hey!” He rapped his knuckles on the window, startling it into rearing back. “Leave those alone! They’re no good for you anyway!”

It took off, nimbly leaping the wrought-iron fence and vanishing into the forest. With it gone, he could see several more deer of varying size dotted around the garden. All of them had gone alert at their companion’s sudden flight, and were now staring at the window, eyes shining in the light.

He sighed and moved to the door, waving a hand and sending a few sparks out. “Go on! Shoo! Go find some real food!”

Whether it was the noise or the sparks or the hissing deadbeats or just the fact that he was easily bigger than all of them, they all took off as well, the ones closest turning and running first, followed eventually by the ones further back. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips, and then had an odd moment of confusion where he started to think ha, I must look like – and then his brain scratched and flipped over the thought before it could get finished.

He was distracted from that by the sound of something breathing, shaky and almost whined.

Slowly, carefully, trying to shove away the very irrational fear I’m an unstoppable force with nothing to be afraid of thank you – he floated over to where the noise was coming from.

It was… a small child. Curled up in the dirt, half hidden behind a bunch of thorny plants, panting and staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

One of the deadbeats reared back to hiss again, and he put a hand over it. “Scary faces are for emergencies,” he reminded it sternly.

Turning his attention back to the child, he knelt slowly down to see them better. A small boy, with dirt smeared on his face that almost obscured his splash of freckles, tears wiping small streaks half-clean. As Lewis got closer, he flinched back, breath hitching with a whimper, and for the first time he regretted his intimidating skeletal appearance.

The sight of the tiny child, looking exhausted and hungry, pinged some buried memory in Lewis’s chest. He reached a hand out without really thinking, keeping his voice soft. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Where are your parents?”

He just made a small sound, tears welling, and then started to cry in earnest. Whether from fear or just the question, he wasn’t sure.

“Sh-hh, it’s okay. I…” what was he supposed to do? The part of his mind concerned with revenge snapped that he didn’t have time for this, that he wasn’t supposed to care about anyone – but another part refused to just leave the child here, in the dirt and the cold with nobody else around. “You’re fine, you’re safe- Can I pick you up?”

The child sniffed, wiping his face, and stared at him for a moment before nodding.

This time he didn’t flinch when he moved closer. Lewis easily scooped him up and held him in one arm, fitting him against his side. Immediately he burrowed closer into the warmth.

Another pang of… what? This felt… familiar, and yet not at the same time, in a way he couldn’t quite place.

---

“Can’t you just make some up?”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Much as he might have wished it did. “I can make a lot of things, but you can’t eat fire.” He reached out and brushed back his hair. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back before the sun goes down, I promise. And the deadbeats will keep you company until then, okay?”

He didn’t want to leave the child so soon, but he was a human and he needed food. He’d been doing well anyway. He’d told him his name, Mosley, and that he had nowhere else to go – though why exactly that was, he didn’t say, and Lewis didn’t ask. He also explained that the deer that had been hanging out in the garden on the night he found him weren’t a coincidence – they followed him around everywhere. Which was odd, but not inherently a problem, as long as they didn’t go hungry eating fake plants. They seemed to have figured out by now that the garden wasn’t a good grazing spot, anyway.

Reluctantly, Mosley nodded. With a sigh, Lewis pulled him closer and bonked their foreheads together. “If you take a nap, I’ll be home before you wake up.”

“Okay…”

The “shopping trip” was mostly uneventful, though Lewis couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being followed the whole walk home.

The mansion was quiet when he entered. He was oddly disappointed, for a moment, that no small bundle launched itself into his chest when the door opened. Instead, a deadbeat showed up and shushed him with much severity. He dropped the groceries in the kitchen and followed it.

The sight he found warmed his heart. It seemed Mosley had taken his suggestion and gone to sleep to wait, and a few deadbeats were snuggled up to him, keeping him warm and cozy. Unwilling to disturb them, he still knelt down and briefly carded his fingers through Mosley’s hair.

The gentle touch woke him up, and he blinked sleepily up at Lewis, looking more content and relaxed than he had the entire time he’d been here. A smile flickered across his face. “Mm… y’did come back…”

“Of course I did,” he murmured. “I’m gonna go put the food away now, okay? You go back to sleep.”

“‘kay…” he waved and then snuggled back down into the blanket nest he’d made.

With a little spectral help, putting the groceries away took almost no time at all. He wasn’t sure what he’d do next – he could start actually making something, but he had a feeling Mosley wasn’t going to be ready to get up for a while. He floated aimlessly from room to room, thinking it over.

In the living room, he stopped, some new sense pinging. Something felt… off.

Slowly, he turned around, observing everything. It all looked in place, except… there- something was resting on the couch that he was fairly sure wasn’t there before, colors clashing with the rest of the room.

It was a tiny plush snake, he realized as he floated over and picked it up to examine. With a short body and oversized head, slight dark marks on the tail, and something was definitely odd about it…

He didn’t get much farther than that before something small crashed into him, covering his face and momentarily blinding him. He dropped the snake and stumbled back a few steps, struggling, before he finally managed to grab the assailant and pull them off him.

It was… a ghost. A very small ghost, maybe a little taller than Mosley was. She was wearing a black dress that seemed to be on fire around the edges, and had long hair made of fire that twisted and turned in places, whirling up into… snakes. She had flaming snakes for hair.

She continued shouting and trying to attack him, but it didn’t go very well because Lewis had her arms firmly pinned to her sides.

“Where did you come from?”

“Leggo!”

“Are you going to attack me again?"

She just screamed in response. He sighed and set her down, and instead of jumping for his neck again, she just scrambled backwards, pausing only momentarily to scoop up the stuffed snake and tuck it under her arm protectively. She retreated to the couch in a wary half-crouch.

He knelt down closer to her level, arms on his knees. “What are you doing here?”

She just stared. Or, glared was probably more appropriate.

“You don’t have to leave, but I’d like to know where you came from.”

No response.

This should have been testing his patience, but… he actually wasn’t that annoyed by it. Mostly concerned about there being a ghost this young around. It wasn’t hard to imagine a lot of different reasons for it, and none of them were pleasant. He sighed and stood up. “Right, stay here if you want. But there is someone else in this house, and if you hurt them, I will be angry.” Against his will, his hair flickered a little on the end of the sentence.

Her eyes went impossibly wider, but she was still silent.

---

The little ghost hung around, though she tried to stay hidden and Lewis pretended she was doing well at it. She was interested enough to follow him around the house, peeking around corners or climbing on the tops of furniture.

One evening she came up to him while he was sitting on the couch, and then stood there, waiting to be noticed.

He feigned surprise. “Oh! You’re still here?”

She puffed up her chest, lifting her chin a little. “Yeah! I’ve been here the whole time, hiding. And watching you.”

“You have?”

“I-“ her shoulders lowered and her face fell to the floor. She hugged her snake doll a little tighter. “I’m… sorry I attacked you.”

“Oh.” He sat forward a little, facing her. She seemed genuinely sorry, which was a stark change from how she’d been acting before. ”That’s alright, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Yeah. I, um.” She fidgeted a little, hair lowering from the wild mane it had been before into something more subdued. “I thought you were… gonna be angry at me for being here. But… you’re not. Um. You seem… nice.”

“Oh.” Her hiding and watching makes sense to him now – she didn’t know if he was safe.

“So!” She picked her head back up, fire coming into her voice again. “Since I like you! You have to let me stay!”

A curious deadbeat floated up to her, and her hair hissed at it. It hissed back without any malice, not really seeming to understand the message.

“I… have to?”

“Yeah! Or- or else! I’ll, uh, you’ll regret it!”

He sighed dramatically, putting one hand on his cheek. “I guess I really have no choice… fine, you can stay here.”

“That’s right!”

He unfolded his legs and stood up. “But my earlier warning still stands. I don’t want you shouting or starting fires around Mosley.”

“You can’t tell me what to do! But, uh, yeah.” She lowered her hand from its fist. “I wouldn’t. He doesn’t- I mean, I… I don’t care about him!”

He doesn’t scare me, Lewis mentally finishes her sentence. “Right. So, where would you like to stay?”

“I, uh, somewhere…” she trailed off, apparently not having thought that far ahead. “A… a bedroom?”

“I think I can manage that.” He started towards a hallway, and she followed. As they walked, he asked another question. “What should I call you?”

“Oh, uh. My… m’name’s Wren.”

“Well, Wren, we’re happy to have you as a guest.”

Wren continued to be very shouty, although she kept her promise and did her best to stay quiet around Mosley. He seemed happy to have a new friend, even if she was a little intimidating at first.

The both of them settled in nicely. Mosley still refused to sleep entirely alone, having to have a gaggle of deadbeats or preferably Lewis himself there. Wren pretended to be above sleeping and laughed at Lewis for going along with it, although he did occasionally feel another tiny body wiggle into the bed at his back, late at night when she thought nobody would be awake to notice.

Between the two of them, he really didn’t have much time to think of revenge.

A small part of him felt guilty about that. His whole purpose was to find his murderer and get vengeance, he didn’t have time to be looking after stray children – but that impulse was quickly smothered by the louder part of him that vehemently said if they don’t have anyone else you need to look after them.

Revenge would have to wait, he decided. Until… until he figured out some alternate place for these two. Yes. This was temporary. That’s all.

Never mind that he wasn’t doing very much to find that alternate place, and that he kept making changes to his death trap to make it more comfortable for the two of them. That was irrelevant. It was all reversible. He was still a hunter, after all.

[purposelynana]

Fish Upon The Sky, A Covid Marathon Part 2

This show is stupid. Might as well binging it. Leggo.

EPISODE 9

I'm about to say Janhae is seriously a scene stealer in last episode. But I couldn't add another gif. So here's the new post.

9 minutes into the episode then bam opening credit. Record breaking 👏👏👏.

Ladies and gentleman the slowmo is back!!!

Janhae is seriously crazy and I love it.

Wah this episode is the worst man. The secondhand embarassment, the idiocy, what else... oh my god this is hands down by far the most embarassing thing that I've watched since the day I was born. What in the hell happened in the writer's room? Did they high on drugs or what? I just couldn't fathom anything like wow.

But I'm willing to finish this. I'm willing to go down on this ride. At least things happen. Not like Still 2gether where nothing ever happened. That, I can grateful on. And beautiful Pond graces up my screen.

EPISODE 10

Well...well here we are. After so much struggles. So much embarassment. We're here.

Let's admit guys, Mork was created by a female who get so much dissapointment from male and then she decides to write a man of her dream. JittiRain, your brain just....

Duean's friends is a gift that keeps giving. Well done boys!!!!

I do wonder though if they date in this episode, what will happen on the cursed-episode 11? It gives me unsettling feeling. There's just something that I don't see. Or somehow the writers just going to drop some femme fatale like 2gether out of nowhere?

They're so awkward and me likey! It's rare to see a from-now-on-we're-dating this awkward. They're in college, it's supposed to be less grandeur and more about savouring each other's feelings. I prefer something this simple rather than just horny-writings all over your face.

EPISODE 11

So who's going to be the driving force of the conflict? Let's find out.

You know up until this point, I conclude that actually this show is not that bad. I still be able to sit through, even I had to skip some parts. It's stupid and yes, you have to set your expectation at the minimum. It's mediocre at its best and it's fine. Like I said at the beginning, sometimes we just need something stupid for getting through quarantine.

So it's the brother!!!! I know Duean is trying to get protective towards his brother. And what's with the secrecy anyway? They came from 2 different faculties, honestly is not that hard to hide your relationship if you're not from the same faculty ah. Show just makes itself complicated by its own.

I laugh my ass of of this. What the heck.

Pond is so handsome wearing black shirt, by the way. Pond wearing glasses even hotter. Shit. So when will Never Let Me Go start shooting ah?

Pi's insecurity will kill him somehow. I thought it will about the brother yeah turns out it always been with Pi. And this is why people keep getting frustated. The character is lack of progress. You just can suddenly expect to be good only on the last episode. It doesn't make any sense. You should show your audiences how your character grow.

EPISODE 12

I'm going to skip some parts. Pi's insecurity will affect me somehow. It's too stupis not to deal with this in earlier episodes. Why the writers jammed it in the last episode.

Oh god.

Sad!!!! With lots of exclamation point.

This is a stupid show. Because there are parts in which stupid and screenwriter didn't even bother to fix its rotten core. Character. Before you write your story, setting up your character is something must-do. The fact I was so frustating each time main characters seemed making stupid decisions. And once again downgrade the female character in order to bring conflict on the last minute is the dumbest decision ever.

Although, yes, Phuwin and Pond have a great chemistry and thoughfully playing with heart but chemistry alone wouldn't save this series from destruction.

So my conclusion is BRING ON NEVER LET ME GO NOW, OKAY? P' Jojo I count on you, eh.

If they're going to shoot it with wider lens or they go with film instead of digital, I'll be ao happy. It is called cinematic experience and it is beyond your imagination.

[arcaneprism]

AU where Zoe worked at the hospital and knew Jim since he was a tiny child

Once again. Bear with me.

This comes hand in hand with an alternate version where it’s Douxie instead of Zoe but they got long so I had to separate them. You can find the Douxie version here

Cultural influences affecting these headcanons:

That Asian culture of calling all your parents friends auntie/uncle because politeness

As a 22 year old healthcare worker who looks younger than my age, gets called auntie by the kids at the hospital. That’s how I refer to myself as well because it’s more expected that as a healthcare professional, I’d be getting called auntie rather than big sis.

Idk how it is in other workplaces but we have an office that patients don’t go into and people’s children are allowed to just chill in the office while waiting for their parents to finish working/waiting to get picked up by the other parent etc.

Peep I’m dragging my Middle Eastern Zoe hc into this in the form of her last name and the terms of endearments she uses for Jim

OKAY LEGGO

Baby Jim days

Okay so Zoe probably worked as a receptionist at the hospital

Or a clerk

Or just like... one of the admin people.

Just someone who pretty much stays in the office for as long as they’re at work and doesn’t really gotta meet patients and stuff

When Barbara started bringing Jim to work, Zoe didn’t actually plan to bother the kid like the rest of their coworkers were doing but then during the hours when everyone was off meeting patients, Jim seemed to get pretty bored.

At some point he waddled over to her desk and looked up at her with his huge blue eyes and asked if she’d play with him with the cutest little voice and she fucking melted.

If she could get away with it she’d have turned the office into a playground for Jim.

Jim adores his Auntie Zoe and Zoe would literally kill for him.

Zoe finds it absolutely adorable that Jim calls her auntie. She adores it.

Zoe took to calling Jim “habibi” and he didn’t know what it meant but Zoe always had the softest smile on her face when she called him that and he decided he liked seeing Auntie Zoe smile like that so it was fine she can keep calling him that

Whenever Jim is around, the doctors always come back to the office to see Jim playing with Zoe. Sometimes they wonder if Zoe is doing her work properly since she spends so much time with Jim but everything seems to get done fine so they just leave the two be.

It’s very cute really

Some days they’ll find Jim and Zoe doing pretend play or reading books and telling stories on the couch.

Other days, Jim’ll be sat on Zoe’s lap trying to read whatever paperwork Zoe had on the table aloud as Zoe did her work. (The number of times he couldn’t read the word and no one had it in them to correct him because he was trying his best. The poor boy had so much ‘It’s pronounced like this!’ ‘Jim no’ Moments growing up because of them)

They’re just so cute and wholesome.

(Barbara may have started taking Jim to work a little bit more often than she needed to just because of how much Jim loves Zoe but no one needs to know that)

Jim’s dad leaving

Zoe noticed pretty much immediately that something was off

Jim was staying at work a bit more often than usual and Barbara let him stay later and later as well

She usually stayed later when he stayed late to make sure that he had someone there with him while he waited for his mum, and cutting down on her rest hours, was really starting to affect her.

He was also refusing to play, preferring to spend all his time sat on Zoe’s lap staring at the papers in front of them

It didn’t take Zoe long to convince Jim to open up and when Jim started bawling and asking if he was the reason that dad left, Zoe nearly cried with him.

She reassured him that he was the best person she knew and that if his dad didn’t see that then he clearly needed new eyes. And a new brain.

Her working hours were almost over so she texted Barbara, punched out early, and brought Jim with her to buy ice cream. 

The poor boy was miserable and Zoe’s heart was breaking and she didn’t know what to do.

She returned Jim to his house where Barbara was waiting and told Barbara that she’d be open to babysit and take care of Jim whenever she needed it.

The relief in Barbara’s face at her words - if she could, she would have tracked her useless husband and murdered him. Barbara and Jim deserved better than this.

(That night when she went on patrol with Douxie and Archie, she was unnecessarily vicious with the creatures that they found and Doux and Arch didn’t dare ask why)

Jim still went to work after that, but he rarely stayed late. Whenever his mum had a later shift, he’d just go home with Auntie Zoe who tried to make everyday the best day he’d ever had.

He met Auntie Zoe’s friend, Douxie, and he was fun. He had a nice cat. He didn’t like being called uncle but Jim couldn’t just call him by name. He was old, that’d be rude.

At one point, Barbara got hers and Jim’s last name changed back to her maiden name. James Lake Jr. really suited her little niece and he seemed to adore the name. (At first she thought that Jim was named after his dad and was a bit :// about the Jr. being kept but then she found out that he had actually been named after Barbara’s dad and he seemed super hyped at the fact that his name was now the exact same as his grandad’s so all was well)

Zoe is just... super supportive and sweet throughout this mess and Jim and Barbara adore her for it.

Jim growing up

Zoe was very very involved throughout Jim’s childhood - she might have actually been Barbara’s sister with how much she did for them.

Babysitting, picking Jim up and dropping him off at school, sometimes even going to parents teacher meets, birthdays, and just everything. Zoe best aunt you cant change my mind

After Jim starts school and makes friends she sometimes babysits his friends too.

Toby loves Jim’s Aunt Zoe. She’s really cool!!

Toby doesn’t call Zoe auntie though. Nana didn’t really teach him to call people auntie/uncle the way that Ms Lake teaches Jim to. He calls her Ms Fayed and Zoe’s completely fine with that.

Oh yeah Zoe also stops working at the hospital at some point because there’s a unique kind of stress from working in healthcare and she didn’t want to deal with that anymore. (Okay so she didn’t know if it was the healthcare aspect or just that some of her coworkers turned out to be dicks but she left and was all the more happier for it)

When Zoe stopped her fulltime job and picked up a bunch of part time jobs, it significantly cut down her time with Jim. 

Her current work places didn’t allow for kids to chill in the back after all

Jim tried to make up for it by always visiting Zoe at work, and Zoe tried to make up for it by absolutely spoiling the boy on her days off.

Barbara’s not entirely pleased with how much Zoe spoils her son but they’re both happy this is fine.

Omg okay so Zoe probably helps Jim go shopping too sometimes.

Tiny Jim wearing edgy punk clothing ajnrfkngakjnsgkj

He decided that he liked looking like his Aunt Zoe but his hoodies and jumpers are more comfy but he still wears the clothes sometimes since it makes her happy!!

Zoe sometimes forces Douxie to cancel patrols when she’s babysitting Jim. Because she takes Jim with her and she doesn’t want him getting into trouble. They get ice cream or pizza instead.

Just... throw all the domestic shit here, they’re very literally a family okay.

Trollhunters era

As after Jim’s dad left, Zoe immediately realised something was going on.

Jim wasn’t visiting her as much. Or even calling as much!

Where was her little baby she missed the child

Jim was kinda just too hung up on trollhunting stuff he didn’t wanna bother his Auntie

Meanwhile his auntie took time out of her day to fucking stalk him and figure out what was going on. Poor Douxie got an earful.

They both try to do what they can to keep Jim from getting into trouble he couldn’t get out of.

They could only do so much but they did what they could.

She wanted to tell Jim she knew what was going on but she thought she’d wait until he felt comfortable to tell her.

He never did.

Barbara wanted to tell her but Jim had begged her to not drag Zoe into this. Enough people had gotten hurt. He didn’t want Zoe involved as well. 

(He didn’t know she already found ways to help him out.)

During the eclipse, Douxie may have orders to lay low but Zoe didn’t and she fucking went for it. 

People knew trolls existed now, why the fuck not wizards

She took down a pretty significant number of Gumm-Gumms

(People who saw her are terrified and in awe and no one really wanted to mess with Zoe after that)

When all was done, Jim still didn’t tell her everything. She was a bit hurt but she tried to respect that. He called her at dawn to tell her he was going to New Jersey. She wished him good luck.

3Below era

She ended up hearing what happened from Barbara.

Jim was very sulky when he found out that Barbara had told but the woman needed help babysitting and she couldn’t just... not explain how she now had 1000 babies to care for

(Barbara did agree not to tell Zoe that he had turned into a half-troll though. She supposed Jim just wanted to keep some part of his life as normal as possible and she couldn’t fault him for that)

Barbara had called Jim when she told Zoe everything so Jim could be part of it.

Zoe had only smiled and shook her head

“Ya qalbi, I knew you were getting into trouble but to this is a bit much even for you.”

Jim had sulked.

Barbara wondered why she was so calm but everyone had their secrets, she wouldn’t push for Zoe’s.

He refused video calls and Zoe didn’t push.

They exchanged stories, Jim telling her about the antics the trolls get into and Zoe telling him about what those two new kids in town were getting into.

Jim’s voice sounded rougher and growlier than she remembered, and he sounded so very tired.

Zoe decided that she’d never forgive Merlin for putting her dear heart through this.

Wizards to Post-Wizards era

When Douxie came into hextech with her heart’s best friend, it shocked her out of throwing her lightning at Merlin.

Toby greeted her politely and mumbled that Jim was in trouble and Zoe nearly strangled Merlin right then and there

Douxie and Archie had to physically hold her back

Merlin - the ignorant old coot - didn’t realise what was happening right behind him

Douxie and Archie managed to convince Zoe to take time to calm down.

She left the shop and came back a while later to find it absolutely destroyed.

She swore and promised she’d throw a lightning bolt at Merlin and Douxie when she next saw them.

(She was still very very worried about Jim but she couldn’t help if she didn’t know what the fuck was going on. It was easier to channel her emotions somewhere else)

She went to Barbara’s house, deciding that maybe baby therapy will help.

She’s usually not as angry around the babies maybe it’ll help.

Barbara was grateful for the help. Zoe insisted she and Strickler went out for a quick grocery run for a break while Zoe took care of the kids.

There was a knock at the door

It was Jim, knocked up and scarred and tired but it was Jim.

Zoe was glad she wasn’t holding on to the babies, she probably would have dropped them.

Jim looked shocked to see Zoe there instead of Barbara

He smiled

“Auntie Zoe”

Zoe nearly started crying. She pulled Jim in for a hug, holding him close.

“Ya hayati, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

She reassured Jim that his mum will be home soon and then pulled back, taking his appearance in properly.

“Habibi, who hurt you? Are they still alive? I’ll kill them.”

She didn’t realise the spark of electricity that ran through her fingers and the way that her eyes momentarily glowed pink. But Jim did.

“Auntie, why didn’t you tell me that you and Uncle Douxie were wizards.”

Zoe blinked, realising that she had probably let some magic out. She shook her head, smiling,

“We’ve all got our own secrets. Come, let me introduce you to your siblings.”

Jim followed behind her. They had so much to discuss but for now, he was home and that was enough.

Zoe couldn’t wait for Barbara to come home.

Terms of endearment Zoe uses for Jim:

habibi,  حبيبي - my love

Ya qalbi,  يا قَلبي - my heart

Ya hayati,  يا حياتي - my life

[jinterlude]

content creator year in review

thank you so much to these amazing ladies, Mrs. PCY @yeoldontknow & Tumblr’s resident Mystical writer Vivi @chillingkoo. Leggo!

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: I had to go through my archive to figure out the first part of this section, and the first thing I written for 2020 is The Best Circus Ever. I am quite proud of myself for writing this because this was during the time I had the biggest writing funk ever. Now, my most recent is Chipotlaid. It would’ve been one of the anime drabble requests but by the time I’m doing this tag, I have written any yet RIP ME.

one of your favorite creations from 2020: Oh, hands down it’s Protecting Each Other because this was my first beefy story (16K+ words baby!), and something got me out of my writing funk. This will always be a personal favorite besides my Royal!AU Seokjin series. 

a creation you’re really proud of: Mirroring what Vivi said in her tag, but I’m quite proud of all my work. Yes, even my older stories because they helped me grow and experiment with my writing. Like mentioned above, I am extremely proud of Protecting Each Other because it just ignited that motivation, inspiration, and passion for writing again. Forever grateful for @softjeon for brainstorming this idea with me. She is my muse whenever I need it. Another personal favorite is This Little String.

a creation that took you forever: Protecting Each Other. I started that story early April (?) and finished it Late May/Early June (maybe even July lol) because I put a halt on that story and worked on this fun drabble request game. 

a creation from 2020 that received the most notes: Uh... I want to say it was Chipotlaid, but I’m not too sure lol I don’t really pay attention to notes once it’s been a few weeks since the release. 

a creation you think deserved more notes: Let’s count how many times I mention this story in this tag LOL but it’s Protecting Each Other. I poured my heart and soul into that story, and sadly, it didn’t get a lot of attention. But it’s all good! I enjoyed writing and reading it and some of my moots enjoyed it all. ^^

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: I recently got into ATEEZ, so I want to try my hand at writing some drabbles for them!

a creation you made that breaks your heart: Ooh... it’d have to be My California Girl. I wrote this out of my intense “missing Seungcheol hours” and another test for me to see if I can still write on the fly. 

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: it’d have to be Co-Captains!

a creation that was inspired by another one: Uh....I’d have to think about this question a little bit more haha (update: Spicing Things Up was inspired by Jey’s Yes, Mr. Park series)

a favorite creation created by someone else: Ahhhh!!! I’ll pull a Vivi and just list the few ones I read recently before becoming swamped with school + internship or read repeatedly because it’s that good of a story!

Home Run by @jinned | We Have the Meats by @wintertae | Choose by @randomkoalablog | The Body Through Time & Currents by @yeoldontknow | Crush Culture by @dreamyhan (there are so many fics to be honest, and that’s why I created a fic rec blog [that’s pretty dormant right now but that’s beside the point lol] @kimchificrecs)

some of your favorite content creators from the year: besides the amazing people listed above, some of my other favorites are - @softjeon @j-sope @queen-of-himbos @atiny-piratequeen @monotape @luxekook @mygsii @chillingkoo @nightowls388 @sunkissedjk & honestly so many more. There are lot of writers on this website that deserve all the love and support in the world!

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: Two Faced | And so I did... | Innermost Thoughts | Just a Playdate

tagging: hopping on the train that everyone who was tagged in this (and that haven’t done it yet lol) please do this! I wanna see your year in review!

[det-nicoletterogers]

I saw [NICOLETTE ROGERS] at a coffee shop in [BROOKLYN] today. I forgot how much [SHE] looks like [BRIE LARSON]. They are a [TWENTY-NINE] year old [DETECTIVE] who’s been in NYC for [TWO YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [LOYAL AND FIESTY] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [IMPLUSIVE AND SNARKY]. [LIPSTICK WONDER WOMAN BY TYLER BRYANT AND THE SHAKEDOWN] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio.

hi all! i am so so so excited to be here! my name is nika and this is my sweetie pie wrapped in a cactus shell, nic rogers (though if she ever heard me call her a sweetie pie i’d be dead). you can check below for a lot more information about her but i would love any and all plots. she has some listed below as well but we can get creative! feel free to message me or hit me up on discord at ichoosenikachu#4859. see ya soon (or not, its ok either way.....) :) 

(tw: death, gun violence, parent leaving/broken home)

B A C K S T O R Y

born & raised in good ol’ chi town–never left, at least not for long. loves it here immensely, couldn’t imagine going anywhere else. mom was a clerk at a local publishing house and dad worked in construction after he finished his tour of duty as an army man. her older brother was a detective in the chicago police department, but more on him later.

mother ran out on the family when nic was eight for her boss, head of the publishing company that she worked for. didn’t even bother to say goodbye–just up and left without a word. her dad was heartbroken and left to support his two kids alone, something he was not prepared for.

see, her dad always wanted sons not daughters, so nic’s surprise arrival was nothing short of a nightmare for him. of course he loved his daughter, but he didn’t have any sisters of his own and had never grown up around women. so he kind of, pushed her into more stereotypical masculine things, as a way for him to not have to worry about raising her any differently. sure there were moments of pure panic for him (hello, time of the month) but he seemed to be pleased with himself.

meanwhile, nic could tell that she was definitely the least favorite child. her brother was always the golden boy and her father spend exponentially more time with him than he ever did with her. however, that didn’t mean that her brother and her didn’t have a good relationship.

nic was often teased growing up because she didn’t have a mom and came from a lower ses part of town. so her brother became her closest friend and she adored him. she looked up to him, tried to be like him. she thought she might get her father to love her if she succeeded.

but the difference was that everyone liked her brother–he was calm, organized and confident. nic, on the other hand, was plucky and sassy and seemed to crave chaos in a way her brother never did. she wouldn’t ever be like him, and it kind of broke her heart to know her father would never be proud of her. so she did her own thing, made a life for herself that wasn’t always emulating her older brother. she was determined to get her life right, the way she was convinced her dad hadn’t.

however, she and her brother were still very close and they’d often have a meal together at least once a week. he’d regale her with stories of his time at the department, and she–working as a beat cop on a completely different schedule–enjoyed giving him a hard time about what he could have or should have done. it was a rather happy time in her life–one she enjoyed for many reasons.

(tw: death, gun violence) but, y’know, life isn’t happy for long. on a cool spring evening, her brother was walking home from weekly dinner with nic. he had taken a longer route than usual because he wanted to enjoy the finally warmer air of the city. as he made his way home, he heard rustling in an alleyway and assumed it as a cat stuck in a cardboard box–turns out it as not, and with a flash of light and a louder bang, her brother was no longer with us.

when nic found out, she was distraught. broken. her whole world felt shattered and the person she needed the most–her husband–had decided to go off and sleep with some other woman, leaving her even more devastated. so nic’s life had kinda crashed and burned in one fell swoop.

the only reasonable thing to do is, of course, honor her brother by becoming a detective in the CPD…except her father is none too pleased with this idea and, in one of their famous fights, tells her that “girls can’t do that job.” turns out, that is not what you say to a stubborn, grieving woman because that just makes her do it more. truly though, her father was just terrified he’d lose her too but once again, he wasn’t good with his emotions and couldn’t express that.

so nic became detective nicolette rogers to honor her brother…and to see if she couldn’t solve the mystery of her brother’s passing, finally avenging him. her new role gave her the separation she needed from the pain of both losing her brother and husband and, perhaps for the first time in her life, finally fit.

H E A D C A N N O N S

important note: nicolette never goes by her full name–it’s nic or anything else, but never, ever nicolette.

she is the biggest fan of chicago sports–catch her cheering for the cubbies all day long. and don’t forget da bears.

her last meal would include: a chicago dog from wrigley field with a baja blast and white cheddar popcorn. and probably a slice of cheesecake for desert.

nic loves helping people–it is why she originally started working in the police force to begin with. even now, as a detective, she goes does the youth education program, going into schools and doing workshops for the students in the local school districts (think detective jj bittenbinder but…significantly less creepy).

her favorite show is–yes, cliche but she’s ok with that–brooklyn 99 and she absolutely adores amy santiago.

she rides a motorbike mostly because she likes the wind waving in her hair.

but don’t get her confused–she’s the biggest dork you’ll ever met, loves people and adores babies, and will help literally anyone who asks. her hearts a little…shredded at the moment but she does her best to be good.

P L O T S

Best/Close Friends

Childhood Friends

Police Force Buds

Police Force…Enemies????

Flings

idk im always down for plots leggo

[themandilorian]

Hi,

I really love your fics. You're one of my fav authors. I just adore all of your works pretty much. About the asks, would you please answer me 1, 9 and 14🥺🥰 love youu

My first anon ask! I’m so excited I feel like calling my mom! Thank you so much for your lovely words and for reading my works. You made my week <3

Leggo,

1. How many works have you finished so far?

I have nine posted on ao3. One original short story accepted for publication (I’m so excited!) and one wip that is pretty much ready to go with some minor edits. So, I’ll cheat and say 11?

9. What is the most difficult part of writing to you?

Finding the time to write, definitely. I have a full-time job, a partner, and two dogs, and I can’t really write with constant interruptions? I am not one of those people that can scribble things during their small breaks here and there. I am terrible at multitasking, so I need to be free of obligations for a few hours in order to get any writing done.

14. Share a headcanon about one of your fics (optional: a specific fic).

Oooh I am so glad you asked! For Call of the Search for Your Soul, someone was worried about a family that makes an offer on Enjolras’ house to turn it into an animal sanctuary and I actually had a headcanon for that when I was writing the story! So, that family ends up buying a farm next to Bahorel’s mom’s property. They of course get to talking and become very good neighbors. Their grown daughter visits them frequently and meets Bahorel during one of those visits. They fall in love. Bam, happily ever after for my big softie Bahorel.

Thank you for playing nonnie. I love you more <3

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere! Corrupt Angel! Keigo Takami X Demon! Reader- Episode 1/3: The Same Side Of A Coin

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Hey friends.....this is a ride Theres talkings of suicide, sinning, degredation, heaven vs hell and religious themes. You’ve been warned.

Leggo

...

You stood in the middle of the dancefloor, staring around the room. Once a year heaven and hell would come together and host the gala of the century. The Dark One and The Holy One would set aside their differences one day out of the year and host a party bringing both their children together for a huge affair.

Every demon and angel across the nine realms would show up. The beautiful, the ethereal, and the not so beautiful too. You watched as each leader sat respectfully on their thrones.

You watched as The Dark One looked over his people. It was times like this you admired the man. Your soul had mistakenly fallen to the pits of hell when an angel who wouldn’t do their job correctly denied your entry to heaven. You were given special treatment as a result.

The other demons knew you didn’t do anything wrong and they didn’t hold it against you. In fact, the other demons treated you like a kid sister. They never let you near any real demon business. 

“Ah, Young Y/N! Come!” The Dark One waved you over. “There’s someone you must meet my child.” 

“Yes, Sir!” you gave a thumbs up from the crowd. “Excuse me, Pardon me.” you shimmied through the crowd. You caught the eye of many angels. The other demons spoke highly of you, saying how the feather freaks would be lucky to have you...they were right.

You wore a black gown, with a pretty decorative necklace. Your wrists were decorated in beautiful lace cuffs that matched the rings on your right hand.

“Y/N, my word you look beautiful as ever.” The Dark One praised. “I want you to meet-”

“The Holy One, I know you...my family speaks...spoke-” you corrected yourself. “Highly of you.”

“Y/N, as I live and breathe. Old Goat Face wasn’t kidding.”

“Oh shut up and fix your bedsheet, Cloud Breath.”

You giggled as the two argued like siblings. 

“Y/N, I would like to personally apologize. I’m afraid some of my children can be quite...elite about who the let through the gates.”

You remember being thrown down the stairs, falling for a while, then landing next to a lake of lava. Of course that was a while ago.

“It’s okay...not like I was the purest soul in the world anyways.” you shrugged. 

“Sin does not define you my child, I’m sure your heart would have landed you here with me had a different angel been working that day.”

That didn’t change the fact that you were booted to hell. No one could change that even if they wanted to.

“Ah! Keigo My boy! Over here!” You watched as The Holy One waves someone over. You kept your eyes on the Dark One.

“How are you holding up, dear?”

“I’m well.” you bowed respectfully. “Sorry for not socializing enough.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, my dear girl. As long as you are enjoying yourself.”

You smiled, about to reply when a new body came into the picture. A tall man, in a black tuxedo strode up to you, the dark, and the holy One. he was obviously an angel from his golden thin rimmed halo hanging above his head of sandy brown hair. Only instead of white wings, his were blood red. They were unlike any you’ve ever seen before. You had never seen a higher level angel before in the flesh.

“Y/N, Triple 6....this is Keigo.”

“Nice to meet you, man. Don’t let twinkle toes tell you anything about us. Demons aren’t so bad. Y/N here is proof of that.”

“Y/N huh?” you finally met his sharp eyes. His gaze held yours for what felt like an eternity. His smug expression slightly faltered as he stared at you. His lips parted slightly at the sight of you. Never in all his days had he seen such a low level demon hold such a high priestess appearance. “I’m...charmed to meet you.”

“Likewise.” you bowed your head respectfully. You had noticed a few select demons getting near you. All the upper levels seemed to glare at this Keigo person with intense hate and you were positive it wasn’t just because of the color differences. 

“You don’t have horns.”

“Excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You have no horns.” he said again, a smirk teasing his lips.

You moved your hair from in front of your forehead to reveal two little bone-ish stubs. They weren’t sharp, nor prominent like the higher-ups. You remembered the others saying you needed horns that fit you just right. They would grow...eventually. 

“Hm, Keigo, Y/N...why don’t you two go on the dancefloor?” The Holy One asked.

“With this asshole? No thanks.” you rolled your eyes. “You think just because your higher up than me, you can disrespect me?” you crossed your arms. (Read more below the break)

...

“Disrespect. Dear girl, it was merely an observation!” he looked amused at your anger.

“Don’t you smile at me.” you seethed. “I know a pompous ass when I see it.”

“Y/N, do try and calm yourself.” The Dark One put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it with malice.”

“Come on. What do you say.” he held out his hand. He winked.

“Only because I refuse to say no to a God twice.” you seethed.

Everyone watched as Keigo, wings spread crossed the dancefloor with you on his arm. You obviously weren’t too happy, given your first impression had already down down the drain. 

He’d better not touch Y/N if he knows what’d good for him,

Keigo of all people, dancing with a demon doesn’t surprise me.

You tried to ignore the gossip as a hand rested at the base of your spine. Keigo looked down at you, his smugness unwavering as he began move with you to the music. It was a low, slow jazzy tune with what could be described as a ‘sensual piano’ melody. 

“I really didn’t mean it the way you took it, doll.” he whispered in your ear. “But you’ve got fire, I respect that.”

“I..I’m sorry.” you sighed. “I’m just...used to people degrading me because-”

“This is so new to you.” he finished, his smile slightly faltering. “I was like that too, thousands of years ago.”

“Well I’m on year two so-” you scoffed. “It’s not that bad...I guess. Hell isn’t as bad as the books say it is.”

“Well heaven isn’t all clouds and rainbows either, doll. I’ve been banished so many times I’ve lost count.”

“Banished? I don’t understand.” you tilted your head to the side.

Keigo could see what was left of your innocent aura hanging around you. Most people who fell into the pits of hell were already long gone with no trace of human emotion or attachment. You...were different. It reminded him of...himself once upon a time.

“I’ve gone rogue. They tried to restrain me but they give keep giving me chances.” he shook his head. “That’s the think about the Cloud Kingdom, dear. They refuse to believe there are bad people in the world.” 

“Is that why...your wings are-”

‘No...that’s more of a stylistic choice...can’t let all those souls go to waste can I?” he winked. “Red suits me don’t you think.”

“Y-yes.” you replied honestly, finding it hard to lie. 

“So what about you?” he raised an eyebrow. Among the hum of the other patrons and the music, not to mention your demonic heart thumping loudly against your chest you felt Keigo’s breath on the shell of your ear. It was like he was telling you a secret. “What brings you to the pits...killing an ant by accident?”

“My application for the gates was apparently denied.”

“No why would that be.” you don’t look like the type to sin.

“Trust me.” you shook your head. “I’ve sinned more times than I can count...I guess putting a bullet in my head was the last straw.”

Keigo’s breath hitched in his throat as you told your story. You...you shot yourself? Such a small thing? You weren’t a murderer, or god forbid anything else. He felt himself silently fill with rage. You had the glow of an angel that was for sure.

“I’ve come to terms with it. Guess I wasn’t worthy.” you shrugged.

“You are always worthy.” he abruptly cut you off. “It’s these white wear wearing, cloud riding fuckers that aren’t worthy.” he seethed. ‘What other sins could you have possibly committed.”

“...The Dark One hasn’t told you?...I’m a lust demon in training.” you explained. “I used sex to fill voids when I was alive. When I couldn’t replace my pain with pleasure...kapow!” you put your fingers to your head and faked a gunshot.

“Lust demon?” Keigo raised an eyebrow. “That explains why you look so sexy tonight.” he flirted.

“Are you hitting on me?” your eyes widened.

“Depends. Do you like it?”

You hadn’t noticed that Keigo body was flush against yours. Skin to skin. You felt warm, scorching hot beneath him. That was the demon fire. 

“Y-yeah.” you nodded. “I do...wow-” you stepped back from him and fanned yourself. 

“Is everything alright?” Keigo stepped forward and laced his hands in yours. 

“What have you done to our sister?” a high priestess demoness waltzed up. She glared at Keigo who seemed unfazed, only raising an eyebrow. “Y/N, Dear are you alright?”

“I don’t know.” your chest heaved. “I feel- so...” you partially moaned.

“What has this angel scum done to our sister.” a male demon stormed up. He unfurled his dragon-esque wings. “Sister Y/N, say something.”

“I need air...I have to go outside.” you immediately walked away. Keigo, in a confused state watched you walk away.

“Sister Y/N is unwell! We must go after her.”

“She’ll be fine, we’ll know if she’s in trouble.”

Call it instinct, but he had to follow you.

[det-nicrogers]

( elizabeth olsen, 29, female, she/her)  NICOLETTE “NIC” ROGERS! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been her for ONE YEAR, working as a DETECTIVE, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said your very STUBBORN, LOYAL, and SNARKY. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of LEATHER JACKETS, HIKING IN CHACOS and CHICAGO SPORTS TEAMS and LIPSTICK WONDER WOMAN by TYLER BRYANT AND THE SHAKEDOWN. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you better. 

(tw: death, gun violence, parent leaving/broken home)

B A C K S T O R Y

born & raised in good ol’ chi town–never left, at least not for long. loves it here immensely, couldn’t imagine going anywhere else. mom was a clerk at a local publishing house and dad worked in construction after he finished his tour of duty as an army man. her older brother was a detective in the chicago police department, but more on him later.

mother ran out on the family when nic was eight for her boss, head of the publishing company that she worked for. didn’t even bother to say goodbye–just up and left without a word. her dad was heartbroken and left to support his two kids alone, something he was not prepared for.

see, her dad always wanted sons not daughters, so nic’s surprise arrival was nothing short of a nightmare for him. of course he loved his daughter, but he didn’t have any sisters of his own and had never grown up around women. so he kind of, pushed her into more stereotypical masculine things, as a way for him to not have to worry about raising her any differently. sure there were moments of pure panic for him (hello, time of the month) but he seemed to be pleased with himself.

meanwhile, nic could tell that she was definitely the least favorite child. her brother was always the golden boy and her father spend exponentially more time with him than he ever did with her. however, that didn’t mean that her brother and her didn’t have a good relationship.

nic was often teased growing up because she didn’t have a mom and came from a lower ses part of town. so her brother became her closest friend and she adored him. she looked up to him, tried to be like him. she thought she might get her father to love her if she succeeded.

but the difference was that everyone liked her brother–he was calm, organized and confident. nic, on the other hand, was plucky and sassy and seemed to crave chaos in a way her brother never did. she wouldn’t ever be like him, and it kind of broke her heart to know her father would never be proud of her. so she did her own thing, made a life for herself that wasn’t always emulating her older brother. she was determined to get her life right, the way she was convinced her dad hadn’t.

however, she and her brother were still very close and they’d often have a meal together at least once a week. he’d regale her with stories of his time at the department, and she–working as a beat cop on a completely different schedule–enjoyed giving him a hard time about what he could have or should have done. it was a rather happy time in her life–one she enjoyed for many reasons.

(tw: death, gun violence) but, y’know, life isn’t happy for long. on a cool spring evening, her brother was walking home from weekly dinner with nic. he had taken a longer route than usual because he wanted to enjoy the finally warmer air of the city. as he made his way home, he heard rustling in an alleyway and assumed it as a cat stuck in a cardboard box–turns out it as not, and with a flash of light and a louder bang, her brother was no longer with us.

when nic found out, she was distraught. broken. her whole world felt shattered and the person she needed the most–her husband–had decided to go off and sleep with some other woman, leaving her even more devastated. so nic’s life had kinda crashed and burned in one fell swoop.

the only reasonable thing to do is, of course, honor her brother by becoming a detective …except her father is none too pleased with this idea and, in one of their famous fights, tells her that “girls can’t do that job.” turns out, that is not what you say to a stubborn, grieving woman because that just makes her do it more. truly though, her father was just terrified he’d lose her too but once again, he wasn’t good with his emotions and couldn’t express that.

so nic became detective nicolette rogers to honor her brother. her new role gave her the seperation she needed from the pain of both losing her father and brother and, perhaps for the first time in her life, finally flt.

H E A D C A N N O N S

important note: nicolette never goes by her full name–it’s nic or anything else, but never, ever nicolette.

she is the biggest fan of chicago sports–catch her cheering for the cubbies all day long. and don’t forget da bears.

her last meal would include: a chicago dog from wrigley field with a baja blast and white cheddar popcorn. and probably a slice of cheesecake for desert.

nic loves helping people–it is why she originally started working in the police force to begin with. even now, as a detective, she goes does the youth education program, going into schools and doing workshops for the students in the local school districts (think detective jj bittenbinder but…significantly less creepy).

her favorite show is–yes, cliche but she’s ok with that–brooklyn 99 and she absolutely adores amy santiago.

she rides a motorbike mostly because she likes the wind waving in her hair.

but don’t get her confused–she’s the biggest dork you’ll ever met, loves people and adores babies, and will help literally anyone who asks. her hearts a little…shredded at the moment but she does her best to be good.

P L O T S

Best/Close Friends

Childhood Friends

Police Force Buds

Police Force…Enemies????

Flings

idk im always down for plots leggo

[ohnoyoonoh]

should haves | based off of sunflower by harry styles, like the meaning. | jaehyun angst | requested | a/n: i assumed how you wanted sunflower to be used in like the meaning, which i researched about. if you’re not satisfied with the story, please message me!

a photo-book was always a good way to reminisce memories. people say to live the moment, but jaehyun was the type of person to live the moment and capture it to relive the sweet memory once again.

he started the photo-book, once he received a polaroid as a christmas gift. he remembered when he started. he started exactly the first day of the new year. he thought it would be fun to take a picture of something everyday. then, he realized that taking one every day wasted precious film, but he also grew bored of capturing his cacti and little things in his apartment. despite the circumstances, his subjects evolved from the succulents placed in his home to himself or maybe his food to someone worth while. 

jaehyun flipped to the next page after reaching the pictures that started to be filled with your presence. he chuckled, as one of the pair of polaroids were you and him covered in flour. that day was filled with joy as you both tried to make a homemade brownies after he found a recipe online that worked out with his best friends. he remembered that you only agreed because you didn’t fully trust him as he burnt the meal the last time he tried to make food.

“so we’re going to need three cups of chocolate chips,” you read the recipe on your computer before looking at him which he nodded. he searched through the drawers and cupboards to find the measuring cups and spoons. as he rummages in a drawer, he perked up his head, “babe, i don’t think we have measuring spoons or cups.”

meanwhile, you were busy taking out the other ingredients that were listed but stopped after hearing him. he squatted quietly as you pondered upon the subject. he watched your facial expressions change quickly as you thought of how to answer the statement. he understood your delayed response as  it was rare to see a home-cooked meal made by the two of you. jaehyun typically just ordered not wanting to tire you out. “maybe, we can just eye it.”

“or we can just use the metric system,” he offered an option by pulling out the scale. 

“yeah, we can do that, too. i don’t know to convert between the systems, though,”  you scrunched your face. he could tell that you didn’t want to take the unnecessary steps to convert the measurements.

“i guess, we’re eyeing it then,” he said, putting the scale back into its place in the cupboard. relieved that you both didn’t needed to put extra effort into measurements, you started pouring the dry ingredients that needed less first in the bowl. “jae, can you get the flour?”

jaehyun hummed, as he opened the cupboard to reach for the flour. he didn’t realize that the bag wasn’t secured all too well as he tipped the bag over before grasping it tightly. his way of collecting the bag of flour didn’t end so well as the next thing he knew was that your work-space was covered in flour. his eyes widened, “oh. i’m so sorry, baby, i didn’t realize that bag was open.”

he wasn’t sure what to do since wetting a paper towel to clean up would cause another mess to deal with. flour mixed with water would make the mixture gummy and can stick to the surface. he knew that situation a little too well, when he was cleaning up after making a birthday cake for you. the white powder was all over the floor, but you. you were caked in the flour, he couldn’t help but chuckle at how silly you looked and managed to still looked cute.

“it’s okay, can you get me a damp paper towel? so i can wipe my eyes, i can barely open them. i also don’t like the taste of the flour,” you asked. 

“yep. i’m sorry, baby,” he rushed to get what you needed but actually went to grab his polaroid camera as it was the perfect moment to do so.. you reassured that he was fine that it was just an accident. as he came back, he went to retrieve what you needed he made sure to not get any splatters of water near the floury mess. as he turned around to hand you the paper towel, he was faced with powder all over his face. he lightly coughed as it got into his mouth, still handing you the paper which you gladly took to wipe your face. needless to say, jaehyun had other plans in mind as he grabbed a fistful of flour and threw it at you, caking you in even more flour if that was even possible. 

“oh, it is on, jung jaehyun.”

the flour battle extended from a portion to your kitchen to the entirety of it. jaehyun started the dramatic music, but he must have forgotten that he has his music on shuffle by default. the music determining where the little flour war started to go in terms of the fighting’s moment. the songs became the songs that you both enjoyed. the battle slowly progressed to you both laying on the ground, making snow angels. basking in the fun while it lasted, you didn’t want the moment to end. 

“i couldn’t want you more, kissing in the kitchen like a dance floor,” jaehyun sang as he held your hand, pressing his lips to back of your hand. he wanted this moment to last, and he remembered the camera. without any comments, he quickly got up to grab it which was still on the counter. you watched him hop up before laying back down with the device in hand. he held it out, already perfected the angle to capturing the photo due to the amount of polaroids he has taken with you.

“that day was great. i remembered when johnny and doyoung caught us laying there laughing our heads off. doyoung yelled at us like there was no tomorrow,” jaehyun laughed. doyoung chewed their heads off for wasting the flour, but he confessed that he disliked that you both didn’t start later enough to where johnny and him could have joined. turning the pages, he finally reached the dried out sunflower which he was reminded to water the plant. he stood up from his sitting position on the floor, grabbing the water bottle and fed the sunflower. he smiled, it was pretty, the petal strong. 

once he finished, he returned to the book, the page was dedicated to the little date that you had at the sunflower field. he always wanted to go to one, despite knowing full well, his allergies might start acting up.

“are you sure you want to have a date here? i don’t want you to get sick or anything,” you pushed the stray strands in front of his face to the side, joining it with the rest of his hair after you saw him trying to blow the pieces away. you stood at the entrance of the field, and he knew you wanted to make sure that he was committed into entering a world full of possibly allergies. the last time you visited a flower patch, he sneezed all week. but he didn’t regret going to it, though.

“yep, plus i’ve been wanting to go here,” he said. he smiled as dramatically did a spin, taking the scenery. taking the first steps into the field, he turned and stuck his hand out to you, “leggo.”

a warm feeling grew inside when you slipped your hand into his, which he started walking you through the beautiful garden. the stroll through the tall stocks of sunflowers left you both in awe. it was magnificent to see the golden petals, and you couldn’t get enough. despite being the same type of flower, they each looked different. each having a different characteristic. 

“babe,” he called your name.

“hmm?”

“do you know why the flowers are facing us?”

“why?”

“when the sun is out, they face it.”

“mmm.. that’s nasty, i’m gonna go throw up,” you laughed at his cheesy pick up line. jaehyun enjoyed telling cheesy lines even if it makes you smack in the arm sometimes. he pouted, knowing it’ll get you to respond to his joke. you replied to his joke. “i’m sorry, bub. yes they do face the sun, because you are the sun.”

his pout turned into a big grin, dimples poking out. he shook his head, “no, you’re the sun. no going against my word. i said it first.”

you rolled your eyes, “fine. i lost this time. i will win next time.”

“and i said, no matter how hard you try, i somehow still win,” he grinned. “i was better at pick up lines. but they were full of cringe. you always made fun of yourself when you thought of the cheesy lines to say. and then when we got home, i started sneezing like crazy. i ended up having allergies. even when you knew you were right, you never made me feel bad by saying i told you so.”

flipping to the next page. the last page. the last polaroids. you holding the gift of ear pieces he given you. a picture of you two with some nctzens and the members holding a sign that said will you marry me. another image captured everyone standing in front of the busking crowd. finally you two standing in front of the eiffel tower. the day jaehyun asked you to marry him is one of his favorite days. the perfect opportunity was when nct had visited paris for a couple of things on their schedules. he used your bucket list to his advantage and chose the point of how you wanted to do a busking. it took awhile for the approval to do one, as the managers needed to get the male a permit to do it. he’s never been so jittery when hearing the result of his plan. he had multiple, but he wanted to knock something off of your bucket list. “ah, the busking. you were so nervous about singing because you only ever did it when you’re scrolling through social media or playfully doing so when it was a karaoke night with the boys.”

“jae, i don’t know i am really nervous. the only times i ever sing is like when we’re at our apartment and it’s just you. or when it’s karaoke night with the guys,” you said as jaehyun led you through the streets of the city of love. he chuckled as you commented how you didn’t feel the romance in the air, as you expected it to be but sure was pretty. he listened as you compared paris, saying it different from the korean streets but shared similar feelings. the only difference was it shared a little bit more diversity among people. 

your hand in his, he squeezed it to reassure you, “you’ll be okay, baby. you shut everyone else out when you get so into the song so well. plus, the boys will be there, too. they’re part of your number one fanclub.” reaching the destination, you see the members already performing and gathered a small crowd. it grew bigger bit by bit.  the live sound from the band made your heart race more but also somehow made you calm down. it was exhilarating to say the least. you always enjoyed buskings similar to these. watching them back in korea was something you did when you and jaehyun ran errands and always made sure to reach the time the singing buskings would start. the tune of pandora’s box grew louder as you neared the make-shift venue. jaehyun quitely sang the song as he led you to where the managers were waiting for you both .they helped jaehyun put his ear-pieces on, adjusting the box into his back pockets. the managers handed him another box, revealing to be your own set of ear pieces. 

he showed you the ear pieces, taking it out of the box. you observed the ear pieces, reading the engraved words. you laughed, seeing that your inside joke landed as the design. you jokingly told jaehyun that if you were an idol that you would get a design on your earpieces that it would say be quiet, don’t cry on one and the other with i just want some milk. in your words, “it’s such an iconic line for teenage jaehyun.” you given him a side hug, showing your appreciation towards the ear-pieces even if you were going to only use them this one time. 

jaehyun helped you prepare for the performance, straightening the wires making sure they didn’t get caught within your undergarments. he slipped the clip onto your waistband, adjusting it so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable as you sat in the chair. “you ready, love?”

“yeah, a little nervous but just as we practiced.” you nodded your head. you both waited for the song to end. he wasn’t going to join them for a song wanting to prepare as much as he can before the proposal. the busking venue the managers chosen was cute. there was a white blanket hanging behind them, which projected videos and pictures of the boys. the idea showing the members first as they performed and it subtly transitioned to your memories together as you done your songs were entirely his idea. he knew that you kept a pile of sd cards lying around with the vlog material that you had, along with the pictures. you enjoyed capturing the moments as he does with his polaroid. he left his thoughts after seeing that the boys finished. johnny patted jaehyun on the back. jaehyun took your hand in his once again, staring at you with a small smile. he awaited your response, wanting to know your final response to performing. you nodded, confirming that you were ready. he walked towards the two chairs, letting you pick which one you wanted to sit in. some of the members cleared the leftover chairs, creating a space just for you two. he thanked them with a head bow, donghyuck and mark shooting a thumbs up that everything was ready to go. johnny manned the computer that was connected to the projector, prepared to start the video when it was the right time.

jaehyun handed you a microphone, and he introduced the two of you. he knew how hard you’ve been practicing ever since that he told you that the managers were able to make the busking happen. you worked hard for a straight month. he was sure that you could debut as an idol if you wanted to.

exactly how he said, you immersed yourself into the song well that you forgot that you were singing to a crowd. it was just you and him. it felt so nice to sing your heart out to someone, knowing that they’ll treat it well. you were the one who jaehyun wanted to spend the rest of his life with. he was sure of it. he couldn’t help but stare at you as you sang your verses. he certainly was whipped for you. well in the words of mark. he watch you smile as the second song ended. opening your eyes, you met them with jaehyun’s. the crowd cheering you both before he spoke again, “i got a little surprise for you.”

the countless nights he stayed up to complete the video were surely worth the loss sleep, as your reaction was worth it. you may have cried, but it was worth it. the boys and the fans that helped him were overjoyed to hear you utter yes. the crowd at the busking also cheered again for the successful proposal. he grinned, remembering the loud claps and whistles that were for you two. 

a tear dropping onto the page covered your smiles.

jaehyun wiped it off, but he couldn’t stop the incoming tears that soon fell onto the page. now he was here without you. he knew it was his fault. it was all his fault for you leaving him. he should have tried harder. he should have done something. he knows if he tried harder then that you would be there with him. he should have done better with the first argument you had. he should have listened to you and taken the time off from work. he should have learned from the first argument. he should have committed time to you more. he should have done it right the first time. he could have prevented these should haves and you would be right here with him.

but now here he is. he hoped to fix everything by watering the plant just like how he did with the sunflower earlier. now the given attention was a little too late as the sunflower finally let go all of its petals.

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“Sunflowers just died Keep it sweet in your memory”

[nicoletterogers]

— && guests may mistake me as ( brie larson ), but really i am ( nicolette "nic" rogers + cisfemale + she/her/hers ) and my DOB is ( 04/17/1989 ). i am a ( detective with the chiacgo police department ) and would like to stay in suite ( 302 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( + loyal & plucky ), but i can also be ( - single minded & impulsive ) at times. personally, i like to ( archery, rock climbing, playing the guitar ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( white cheddar popcorn ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in! 

hello my loves--its me, nika, here with another muse to shower you all with. check below to get to know detective nicolette rogers and her spunky little self. as always, let a girl know if you wanna plot--feel free to send a message to my inbox, hit me up on discord, like this post or send a carrier pigeon, i don’t discriminate between contact options. (tw: death, gun violence, parent leaving/broken home) 

B A C K S T O R Y

born & raised in good ol’ chi town--never left, at least not for long. loves it here immensely, couldn’t imagine going anywhere else. mom was a clerk at a local publishing house and dad worked in construction after he finished his tour of duty as an army man. her older brother was a detective in the chicago police department, but more on him later. 

mother ran out on the family when nic was eight for her boss, head of the publishing company that she worked for. didn’t even bother to say goodbye--just up and left without a word. her dad was heartbroken and left to support his two kids alone, something he was not prepared for. 

see, her dad always wanted sons not daughters, so nic’s surprise arrival was nothing short of a nightmare for him. of course he loved his daughter, but he didn’t have any sisters of his own and had never grown up around women. so he kind of, pushed her into more stereotypical masculine things, as a way for him to not have to worry about raising her any differently. sure there were moments of pure panic for him (hello, time of the month) but he seemed to be pleased with himself. 

meanwhile, nic could tell that she was definitely the least favorite child. her brother was always the golden boy and her father spend exponentially more time with him than he ever did with her. however, that didn’t mean that her brother and her didn’t have a good relationship. 

nic was often teased growing up because she didn’t have a mom and came from a lower ses part of town. so her brother became her closest friend and she adored him. she looked up to him, tried to be like him. she thought she might get her father to love her if she succeeded. 

but the difference was that everyone liked her brother--he was calm, organized and confident. nic, on the other hand, was plucky and sassy and seemed to crave chaos in a way her brother never did. she wouldn’t ever be like him, and it kind of broke her heart to know her father would never be proud of her. so she did her own thing, made a life for herself that wasn’t always emulating her older brother. she was determined to get her life right, the way she was convinced her dad hadn’t. 

however, she and her brother were still very close and they’d often have a meal together at least once a week. he’d regale her with stories of his time at the department, and she--working as a beat cop on a completely different schedule--enjoyed giving him a hard time about what he could have or should have done. it was a rather happy time in her life--one she enjoyed for many reasons. 

(tw: death, gun violence) but, y’know, life isn’t happy for long. on a cool spring evening, her brother was walking home from weekly dinner with nic. he had taken a longer route than usual because he wanted to enjoy the finally warmer air of the city. as he made his way home, he heard rustling in an alleyway and assumed it as a cat stuck in a cardboard box--turns out it as not, and with a flash of light and a louder bang, her brother was no longer with us. when nic found out, she was distraught. broken.

the only reasonable thing to do is, of course, honor her brother by becoming a detective in the CPD...except her father is none too pleased with this idea and, in one of their famous fights, tells her that “girls can’t do that job.” turns out, that is not what you say to a stubborn, grieving woman because that just makes her do it more. truly though, her father was just terrified he’d lose her too but once again, he wasn’t good with his emotions and couldn’t express that. 

so nic became detective nicolette rogers to honor her brother...and to see if she couldn’t solve the mystery of her brother’s passing, finally avenging him. her new role gave her the seperation she needed from the pain of both losing her father and husband and, perhaps for the first time in her life, finally flt.

H E A D C A N N O N S

important note: nicolette never goes by her full name--it’s nic or anything else, but never, ever nicolette.

she is the biggest fan of chicago sports--catch her cheering for the cubbies all day long. and don’t forget da bears. 

her last meal would include: a chicago dog from wrigley field with a baja blast and white cheddar popcorn. and probably a slice of cheesecake for desert. 

nic loves helping people--it is why she originally started working in the police force to begin with. even now, as a detective, she goes does the youth education program, going into schools and doing workshops for the students in the local school districts (think detective jj bittenbinder but...significantly less creepy). 

her favorite show is--yes, cliche but she’s ok with that--brooklyn 99 and she absolutely adores amy santiago. 

she rides a motorbike mostly because she likes the wind waving in her hair. 

but don’t get her confused--she’s the biggest dork you’ll ever met, loves people and adores babies, and will help literally anyone who asks. her hearts a little...shredded at the moment but she does her best to be good. 

P L O T S

Best/Close Friends

Childhood Friends

Police Force Buds

Police Force...Enemies???? 

Flings

idk im always down for plots leggo