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hawkewatching · 2 years ago

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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Fate of the Blind (6,872 words)

Summary:

"Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance. The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

Arthur Harrow is impossible. In a desperate time where you need help, he has promised to provide that. You know it’s all too good to be true, but what choice do you have? Drawn in by curiosity, desperation, and perhaps something deeper, what will happen when you finally understand him? Do you really want to know what lurks in his unreadable mind?

Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.

Tags: No warnings needed (for now) but this an extremely self-indulgent writeup on an extremely unhealthy relationship. Oh, and so much slow-burning angst. Apologies I only seem to I write pretentious character studies haha. I'm bad at tagging check the AO3 tags uh-

A/N: Hi hello! I've been writing this fic on AO3 for over a year, (14 chapters atm) and it's still ongoing because I'm really slow at this. I will be posting chapters maybe like every week or so here until I catch up to where it's currently at. Or you could just spoil yourself and read ahead. Your choice. Just wanted to have it here because yall clearly want it haha and who would I be to deny some good people some (maybe) good fanfic? The only other thing I wanna say real quick is that I wrote this chapter in about May 2022 so my writing was less good than it is now. I've chosen not to go back and update it because I hate revisiting these things and also it's a nice time capsule for me. So it gets better than this, I promise. ANYWAY I'll just let you read it now thanks :)

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You’ve made a huge mistake.

Your mind was racing with a thousand self-deprecating thoughts, each cursing you more than the last.

How could you be so stupid? “Avoid the weird cult.” They said. “They may seem nice but it’s a goddamn CULT.” They said.

No matter how often your brain told you to run, your legs were fixed firmly in place. You couldn’t tell if it was defiance or stupidity holding you down. Or perhaps you were just intrigued. The world had a habit of not being around in an hour of need, you learned that from experience.

Nowadays, people didn’t really help each other. Sure, there were people saving the world all the time, but no one was coming to save you. Amazingly, these people seemed to look out for one another, or at least that’s what they advertised. An interesting contradiction from a group calling themselves “the disciples of Ammit”.

You still didn’t know what an “Ammit” was. You speculated that you’d held off doing your research on purpose so that you could go into tonight blind.

Why would you go into this blind, idiot?

You’d fallen for their marketing hook, line and sinker, because you longed for some sense of community, and they’d promised that. They’d promised a purpose too, and while you were interested in that aspect, you couldn’t help but feel that it was probably something nefarious.

You would not allow yourself to forget that this was, quite literally, a cult.

Tonight was simply a trail run. Anyone was welcome to the “ceremony”, but you could tell from the calmness of all of the attendees, you estimated thirty of them, that they were familiar with this event. You resolved at that moment to not stick out. If things didn’t work out, which was seeming more likely by the minute, you would leave at the end and no one would ever be wiser.

That’s it. No one ever has to know about this. Just survive whatever this is and go home, never to think about this again. This really was a mistake.

The people around you engaged in quiet conversation, too focused on each other to notice you trying to compose yourself. They had gathered around some elevated steps, almost like a stage. You wondered what kind of performance this would be.

You took a sharp breath, and in that moment you felt the atmosphere shift. The sound of conversation suddenly began to fade, and you could almost feel a new presence in the area without even having to glance in the direction of a new sound, one that had been entirely absent until now.

The sound could only be described as crunching, but even before you could identify its specifics you could tell that whatever was crunching was something that was not supposed to be crunching. When you finally turned, a delayed reaction emulating what everyone around you had also done, but with far less confusion, you saw the source.

An older man, with wispy brown hair with grey streaks and just touched his shoulders, dressed in a manner that could only be described as plain, a light coat wrapped around a red outfit, moving slightly in the breeze. The strange sound went straight through you, emanating with every step of his sandals. In that moment you realised what exactly this noise was as it became louder on approach: glass. Only a small part of you felt repulsed by that, the rest was distracted. With him drawing closer also added a softer, but equally unsettling tapping of a strange-shaped cane.

With the way that complete silence had fallen over all those in attendance, this was who they had been waiting for: The leader.

First impression: The vibes are BAD. They are very, VERY BAD.

You wanted to have a “first impressions are often wrong” mindset and remain optimistic but in the face of all of this it was difficult. You were brought here by desperation after all, and that was a feeling that didn’t simply vanish at the first sign of trouble, as much as you wanted it to.

As much as you hated yourself to admit it, you hadn’t seen anything remotely like this before. Morbid curiosity tied you down, eyes fixed on the leader as you watched him climb the stairs with a level of awkwardness befitting his walking situation. He wore an expression of benevolence, something that you didn’t quite seem to believe fitted him, and as he glanced back at the crowd out of the corner of his eye, you could have sworn you saw a flash of the truth. The smile was caring, but there was something else behind the eyes. Or perhaps nothing at all.

But you didn’t entirely trust your judgement. It could have been an outsider’s perspective catching what the people on the inside were so blind to, sure, or you were blinded by mistrust. You hated not being able to figure this out. You tried to watch him, trying to be completely sure of what you had just seen, but as he turned around to face his audience, your reading was different once again. If he was hiding something, it was gone now. His air of strange sincerity threw you for a loop.

Without having to speak a single word, he had already lowered your guard.

You watched him with some caution, dreading whatever was about to come out of his mouth, but his first words further puzzled you. They came out quieter than you thought they would.

“Isn’t this a wonderful evening?” His lips curled upwards, affirming you of the question’s genuine, but definitely rhetorical nature. “However, I get the sense that something is out of place.” He paused for a moment, stopping mid-breath as he scanned the crowd. You felt his eyes cross over your face for half a second. Perhaps his words were deliberately chosen, and he’d already set his sights on you, but you couldn’t possibly discern that. The man was unreadable. In that brief moment, he had held you in place. There was no escaping this now, at least not until it was over.

“We have to work towards fixing that.” He continued, and you felt yourself being pierced by his gaze as his eyes swept the crowd again. Your mind begged for that not to happen again, your nervousness unable to take another hit. “Who would like to go first?”

“Me first, Harrow. I need an answer.” A voice from the crowd called out, and a young man took a few steps forward.

Harrow smiled, his face was warm and understanding, but his eyes flashed with amusement. The two contradictions left you to further wallow in confusion. “It’s Arthur, please. Remain patient, through Ammit all things are revealed.” His voice grew quieter as the man approached, and he managed to form a pleasant smile.

It was deathly silent as Harrow began to roll up his sleeve, not even having to glance as his unblinking eyes locked with the man. What was slowly revealed to you was a tattoo that took a little while to identify as strange scales. You could tell that something bizzare was about to happen, as if the man on the receiving end beginning to sweat on such a cold evening wasn’t a good enough indication.

Something in the air shifted. In your distraction you didn’t even notice how Harrow was now gripping his man’s wrists, and in-between their hands was that cane, now swinging in the most unnatural manner. The confusion was overwhelming, so much so that you didn’t even try to rationalise it. There was no rational explanation for how a tattoo could move like that. The way it rocked felt uncomfortably too real for your liking, and you found your eyes trying to dart somewhere else, as if they would do anything to get away from it.

“I judge you in Ammit’s name, with but a fraction of her power.” The unfamiliarity of his words failed to help you rationalise the situation.

You are very much in over your head right now.

Much like the one being judged, you felt yourself paralysed with dread. You had already made up your mind: whatever was going on here was not for you. You wondered what would happen if they knew there was a doubter in their midst. There was something ominous about the idea of failing any test that was given here.

However much time had actually passed was probably about ten times shorter than you felt. The unfamiliar actions stopped, and some peace was restored in your mind. You watch as Harrow beamed. “This is the face of a good man.” His grip immediately loosening, tapping the man on the shoulder encouragingly. Whatever the hell any of that had meant, it was a positive outcome, and just about everyone seemed overjoyed.

The “good man” gave a bright smile, before returning to a group of people within the crowd who bustled excitedly. You didn’t get what was going on here at all, but it was thoroughly weird. You had questions that you didn’t really want to know the answers to.

For what felt like an eternity, the night continued on like this. Every result was the same, and while you gradually became more accustomed to what you were seeing, by the end of it you were starting to wonder what would happen if someone who wasn’t so good was on the receiving end of a magical tattoo. But you sure as hell weren’t brave enough to consider even testing that.

Harrow had turned to his audience, gracing them with another glance that you felt in your soul for only a moment. Every time he looked your way you felt fear, and didn’t quite understand why. “Perhaps I misjudged this evening after all.” As he spoke, that gentle smile back on his face, he stroked the top of his cane. “I’m sure this devotion on display tonight would greatly please Ammit. I wish you all a good night.”

You didn’t understand his next words, the language of them definitely being foreign to you, but the crowd repeated them with a murmur. You caught the word “Ammit” within it.

So whatever it was, it probably wasn’t great.

You tried to blend in, but that had all happened so fast. Still, it didn’t appear that the people had noticed anything, or anyone, out of place. Despite the promises that people on the outside were free to visit, this place felt uncomfortably inclusive. You wondered how anyone even joined this thing at all.

As conversation began to return to the audience, you finally plucked up the courage to look behind you, eyeing your exit strategy. It was a little bit darker than when you had first gotten here, so you needed a moment to re-acquaint yourself with the already unfamiliar environment.

You hadn’t looked away for long, perhaps no longer than half a minute, but when you turned back the leader was already gone. Faster than you thought he’d be. It was unclear where exactly he had gone and that made you nervous for some reason that you couldn’t quite understand.

You figured this was as good of a time as any to take your leave, deciding to take a hard pass on the weird cult like you should have done from the beginning. Strengthened by this resolve, you took a few steps forward on your way out.

“Excuse me.”

You already recognised the voice even before you looked behind you. If you had given yourself time to think about things before turning on instinct, you wouldn’t have done it at all.

Standing only a few paces behind you was Harrow, armed with the same smile from before. It seemed like he never really left. Desperate to avoid direct eye contact, your gaze flashed for a moment to the way he handled that cane in both hands, with a lightness you didn’t really expect. From this distance you could now discern why it looked so strange, tipped with two crocodile heads.

If that’s not freaky, nothing is.

It took him a while to get to whatever it was that he wanted to say, and spurred on by the awkward silence, you finally picked up the courage to look his way, only to see his own gaze cutting straight through you. Immediately, your stomach dropped. What it was in his eyes that you couldn’t identify before became clear to you in that moment, they were deeply, disturbingly analytical. The realisation overcame you that this whole time, he’d been watching you. You already knew what he was going to say.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” The way he spoke didn’t sound like a threat, but more of a casual observation. The way he took a step closer, and the prominent crunch that followed his foot touching the ground did well to put you more on edge, though. The sound cut right through you in the way that it probably did to his feet.

“Y-Yeah, first time.” You stammered, despite expecting this kind of conversation to happen, any plan you had for what to say had completely disappeared in his presence. “This was a test run. Just a taster.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, head angled upwards as he seemed to scan you from above, a light breeze catching his hair. Something about that moment presented him as truly intimidating, but the seriousness on his face drops quickly. “Understandable. It would be unwise to just jump into something like this without all of the information.”

That was not what you had expected to hear. You had expected someone like this to be begging for a new addition to the cult, not a take that seemed, dare you say it, reasoned. Reason was not something you had imagined seeing here, especially not coming from the ringleader.

He observed your silence, seeming to take satisfaction in making you think. “What are your thoughts?” He asks slowly. He was patient with what must have been a burning question.

You were afraid to say no, at least directly. The conflicting information you had received about this man had in no way informed you of what to do. “I’m not sure, really. I’ll have to sleep on it.” You tried to sound as sincere as possible, and felt that you did good enough to convince yourself. Whether you convinced him or not was another, unknown story.

His head tilted in response, and in the exhale that followed you saw a shift in him. You suddenly felt as if he had sensed your insecurity and uncertainty, and with that came the horrible feeling that your words hadn’t worked at all.

“Could I possibly have one chance to change your mind?” His face had what could only be described as a half-smile. You could have sworn you caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes for a moment, like a shark smelling blood in the water.

He just knows I’ve already made up my mind.

That felt like a challenge. Why would he ask such a thing unless he had complete and total confidence he could sway you into utter insanity? He was willing to commit himself to a battle of wits that he already knew he was losing. You almost respected it, but the rational part of your mind was begging you to not go that far.

You sighed, giving in to the way he looked now at you. Eyes wide, pleading. Not what you’d expected to see and they made you feel a way you didn’t expect either. He had shifted gears so quickly that it made you doubt everything you’d seen before. You spoke out of pity. “One chance.”

He doesn’t celebrate. The smile he gives is too small to even show his teeth. There is something sincerely grateful about him.

He takes the last few steps needed until he’s right next to you. “Come with me.” He requests, thinly veiling the command with some nonchalance. He walks past you but his head remains turned, watching you with patience, waiting for you to oblige him.

There was no choice left now. You started to leave the scattered crowd behind, walking with deliberate slowness to follow a suspicious stranger into a dark, unknown street. Stories like this never ended well.

He waited until you caught up to him before starting to speak, directing you ahead. “Be honest. Why did you come here tonight?” Once again, his words were innocuous, but he looked at you with a seriousness that demanded nothing but the truth.

Something about him, perhaps the small smile he chose to give you anyway, put you at enough ease to not crack under the pressure. “Honestly? Morbid curiosity.”

He gave an amused scoff. “You could do just about anything out of morbid curiosity. But why come here, specifically?” His questioning felt a little more intense this time. You knew that your words had not satisfied him.

You gave no response, afraid to once again say something that wasn’t what he was looking for. Whatever that was. You didn’t know how far he would go. Harrow was watching you with utmost patience, something that only pressured you further.

“Allow me to take a guess, and forgive me if I’m incorrect.” He took a deep breath which almost seemed to steal the air around you, your throat frozen in nervous anticipation of whatever he would say next.

“You are deeply lonely. You have friends and family but they don’t fill the void in your heart like they’re supposed to. You don’t feel like you belong anywhere, no matter how hard you try, and in your desperation you’ve turned to the one place that your mind is absolutely screaming at you to not go to. You’re here because you’re out of options, and you’re out of options because every time an answer presents itself you run away from it because you are afraid. That’s what you intend to do after tonight.”

Fuck.

Those observations had all spilled out in one large chunk. He might have prepared you by acting like it was only a stab in the dark but his words indicated zero doubt in his own judgement. You don’t know how he knew, but he just knew.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything. You suspected he also knew this was how you’d react, so he continued. “People are at their darkest when they have no options left. I wouldn’t wish that upon you. Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance.” He leaned in a little bit, his words going directly into your ear. “The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

He didn’t need to give you the extra emphasis, you knew exactly what he wanted. The sound of every step he took interrupted your thoughts, and that frustrated you further. At this point, it was unbearable. Your shock began to turn into offence. “Why do you care so much about what happens to me?”

The words that you had spat at him seemed to have no effect. “So I’m on the right track?” He commented, once again, his smile was only small. His humble act was one you saw right through, but his unwavering commitment to it made you wonder why he bothered to keep up that pretence. “I care because I believe that good people deserve good things.”

As much as you hated to admit it, that sounded genuine. You grumbled, refusing to accept the implied compliment. “How do you know I’m good?”

“It’s something you can just sense in people.” There was no hesitation in his reply.

“You might have to test me on that.” For a moment, you became more aware of your surroundings, and your ears fixated on the sound of his crunching steps. You wished you could ignore it, and tried to listen to his voice instead. You never thought you’d prefer that sound.

“I might, in time.” Harrow chuckled, and your heart dropped for a moment, afraid he might actually try that. “I don’t force that on people, though. Please, sit.” As you breathed a silent sigh of relief, he directed an arm toward a bench under a streetlight, located right next to a bunch of apartments. The heart of his domain. The belly of the beast.

You had no choice but to comply, but you felt yourself being genuinely drawn in by what were likely hollow promises. You couldn’t tell for sure, because there was nothing about this unreadable man that you felt like you knew about him. The only thing about him that seemed certain was that there was definitely glass in his shoes, and that in itself was not a welcoming sign.

But you saw an opportunity to better understand the situation, and feeling backed into a corner, you decided to take it. “Let’s say, hypothetically, that I was to stay. What would happen?” You asked, trying your best to sound truly uninterested, despite the wording of the question betraying you.

There was a warmness to his smile, but his unblinking, watchful eyes cancels out the former’s effect. Once again, you found yourself gravitating towards his voice in an attempt to distract yourself. You knew you were giving him what you wanted, because now you were actually listening. “You’d have a new roof over your head and plenty of like-minded people to meet. But you’d still have the parts of your life that you want to keep. You’re still free to see the people that don’t satisfy you, I understand they can be hard to let go. You can live your life as if nothing has changed, if that’s what you want.” You’d expected him to be at least a little demanding, as he had been earlier, but he was totally relaxed, applying no pressure. As a result of that, his next words stuck out like a sore thumb: “All I’d ask in return is for your devotion to Ammit.”

The absurdity of that statement made you laugh. While you weren’t focused on Harrow at all in that moment, out of the corner of your eye you saw his mouth twitch, but that moment was gone in an instant, and just like that you again doubted what you had seen. Regardless, it prompted you to take a breath and compose yourself a little. “That is a very, very large ask.”

Given what you saw from him, you expected a bad reaction, but he tilted his head a little, almost looking down at you as if eyeing you up. You shuffled in your seat as you watched him do this, his unknown reasons for this making you even more nervous. When you saw a smile appear on his face, you felt your worries being alleviated on the spot.

“That’s a normal response to that part. So many are reluctant to hear that out, but you’d be surprised how many people see their mistake.” He didn’t seem offended at all. You couldn’t even sense some other emotion hiding within him this time.

Everything about this man felt deliberate. For the first time, him being completely unreadable scared you to death. You thought back to all of the times where you thought you understood him for a moment, wondering if perhaps, this was all simply what he wanted you to see.

One thing was especially clear: you should not have given this man a chance at all.

But- and you hated yourself for thinking this- something about him was fascinating. A walking contradiction that somehow seemed to know everything. A little too much, probably. The centre of his own bizarre universe that, by all accounts, sounded beyond your comprehension. The more pieces of the puzzle you were given, the more you felt compelled to solve it, no matter how deep into the unknown he was going to drag you.

And besides, you knew he wasn’t wrong. You did need something in your life to change, and no matter what came of this, it would be a change. You knew you were letting him win, and you’d been playing right into his hands from the moment he spoke to you, anyway. Perhaps it was too late to escape all of this even if you wanted that. He’d barely had to do anything at all to achieve that outcome.

Did he know this would happen?

The way Harrow watched you was as if he was reading your thoughts. You had taken a little too long to respond. When you made eye contact with him, you gave him a glare, as if warning him to stay out of your head. The threat didn’t seem to faze him at all, either that or he didn’t notice. He must have noticed.

In humiliation, you chose to be standoffish. You couldn’t look at him again. “You ask people to derail their lives to worship a god?” You grumbled, you knew you were not asking the most productive question when it came to getting the answers you wanted, but you were too mad to care.

“You don’t even have to eat, sleep and breathe in her name. Only genuine belief in her and real care for her cause. That is all we require.” You had the feeling that his answer was very much tried and tested. He had known exactly how to respond, but that was probably a side effect of the unwelcoming nature of the idea of a strange cult.

It all sounded so absurd to you. Too absurd to possibly be real, despite all the evidence to the contrary that you had witnessed. However, you decided to try and take it seriously. “How do you know if someone really believes?”

“You don’t. It’s something you just sense in people.” He seemed to take satisfaction in the repeated phrase.

You couldn't help but doubt his ability to ‘sense’ that kind of thing, but that was not something you had any interest in testing. “I don’t think I could commit to that. It’s all too much.” You commented with brutal honesty.

“That’s a shame.” Harrow clicked his tongue, and as he continued, he sounded almost like a parent reprimanding their child. You deeply disapproved of that comparison, enough so to look him in the eyes, but the calm energy he exuded removed any motivation to dispute him in the moment. “You really are struggling. Run away if you think that will help, although I have to say from experience that it does not.” He tilted his head suddenly, as if eagerly awaiting whatever you’d say next.

“Experience?” You asked, the sudden inquisitiveness of your question utterly giving away your desire for information.

That piqued your interest. Of course a guy like him had his trauma. That part made far too much sense. You wanted to know how someone could go from being in the real world to being in… whatever this world was. His very presence seemed to warp reality into something unfamiliar, where the rules were a complete mystery.

But from the way he’d worded it, and you were unsure if that was intentional, it almost made it sound like he’d experienced something similar. You’d taken some comfort in knowing that the two of you couldn’t have been further apart but that barrier seemed to be shattered in an instant. You wished for someone to understand, but perhaps your wish should have been more specific. You awaited his next words with bated breath.

He seemed to look at you instead of through you. With a sigh, he spoke quietly as if imparting some great secret. “There was a time where I was afraid to make any more commitments because I was so afraid of making another mistake.”

Why did it have to be him that understood?

You felt both extreme ends of emotions at once at this revelation, and once again unable to look him in the eye despite his best effort, you found yourself staring into the night, watching the windows of the buildings, seeming some life inside. “I know that feeling.” Your words trailed off, unfocused.

He took a deep breath for a moment, appearing to pinpoint your distraction. “I can’t imagine any mistake of yours being on the level of my own.” After that, he leaned inwards, enough that you could faintly feel his hot breath. “But we are all controlled by our own anxieties at some point in our lives. I overcame mine by finding a new purpose. Perhaps that is your solution too.”

“Perhaps.” You replied, still distant, taking a moment too long to latch on to his comments about his past. If you had put more thought into your answer, you probably would have prodded him for information, but something told you that he didn’t seem keen on giving specifics.

“However you choose to do it, you need to take a leap of faith at some point.” He spoke as if he were speaking facts, not merely giving advice. The conviction toyed with your mind, still reeling from the possibility that he might actually understand you.

You faced him again, taking a moment to recover upon finding that he was closer than expected. That had made you jump a little, and he’d observed that too with a smile. Unsure of what to say, you hoped and waited for him to continue. Whatever his advice was, you wanted to hear it. If that was down to curiosity or desperation was something you hadn’t yet decided.

“It worked for me. For a long time I…” Harrow’s words trailed off as, for the first time, he didn’t look at you. Instead he stared down at the hands that held the cane between his legs, watching his fingers caress over its heads. He scoffed before continuing. “I didn’t have one foot in reality. My past tried its best to break me. But I got out of it alive, and I see clearly now. I have a goal, the means to achieve it and people who understand. I never had those before, and the feeling now?” He let out a drawn-out sigh, and it was his turn to also be fixated by the night, smiling bigger than usual at nothing in particular. “It’s liberating.”

Still, no specifics. You had spotted his promises of a way to get better, but you also spotted the irony in his words. It would have been easy to get distracted again, but you weren’t passing up on the opportunity to get what you wanted twice. You raised an eyebrow, starting to find the confidence you needed. “What is that goal, anyway?”

He looked back at you, and you caught a triumphant glint in his eye. “The eradication of evil.” The way that he was in that moment, the combination of him staring, unblinking, his hair beginning to fall over his face and armed with a slightly larger smile than usual, all worked to unsettle you. You hadn’t seen him like this before. Passionate. Weirdly passionate.

Once again, his head tilted, and while his expression didn’t change, it seemed to indicate some confusion. You hadn’t quite given him what he wanted. “Not as sinister as you expected, no?” He grinned, his attempt at some kind of joke threw you off, as if it was something he wasn’t meant to do. However, you found it oddly endearing, even in the awkward moment.

That wasn’t what you thought he’d say, but you knew fully well that you couldn't trust his word. Or at least, you shouldn’t, but you had kept on indulging him. In your scepticism, you refused to let him win. “It still sounds slightly sinister.” You joked, despite knowing that there was no chance he'd find it funny. The more you dwelled on that, the more you believed that sincerely. There had to be a catch. There always was.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.” The smile was still present, completely unflappable. He moved in a bit closer to emphasise his next words, which you were prepared for this time. “Like I said before, good people deserve good things, simple as that.”

“I’m sure you’re one of those good people.” You replied, not even trying to hide your sarcasm.

For the first time, you sensed that your words had actually stumped him. That felt like a personal achievement. He shuffled awkwardly, and you noticed him hold on tighter to that cane, once again his glance drifted towards it. He took the moment in his stride though, forcing a smile. “That’s a little more complicated. I don’t really know about that.”

You wonder how that made any sense, trying to hide your own confusion. That would require more thought that you couldn’t put in at this moment. He was keeping you occupied enough as is.

Harrow seemed to know this too and gave you no time to process that, immediately resuming his words. “What I do know is that heaven on earth can be realised, and I’d like to achieve that.” This was an extreme casual air to those words that felt contradictory. He made it all sound so simple.

“And this is how?” You questioned quietly, your confidence fading. He was throwing too much at you too fast, and you didn’t understand any of it. Once again, the feeling of being in way over your head returned.

His face dropped. In an instant, he’d returned to how he was before. The passion wasn’t gone, but hidden only inside those eyes. Now, he only looked at you with disappointment. You expected him to change course and try something else. “No tree may ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn’t descend to the darkness of hell.” He recited with a sigh, but you weren’t sure what exactly he was referencing. ”Unfortunately, that’s how it is.”

The eradication of evil… with evil. Of course, it all sounded like insanity. Despite how well he’d taken your arguments, you felt that this was one subject you shouldn’t dare challenge him on.

“Is that…” You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to proceed. “Really right?” You couldn’t get out much, and regretted that you weren’t more precise almost immediately.

Despite everything, he was patient. He blinked slowly, and the way that his gaze drifted past you seemed to suggest that was greatly contemplating his next words. “Honestly,” he took a deep breath, making you suspect that he really did mean that word, ”some nights, I just don’t sleep. It’s at those late hours sometimes when my sins catch up to me and it all becomes a bit too much. I pass that time cursing those that put me here and myself, and that’s not too productive, but what keeps me going is the knowledge that everything will be set right, eventually.” The whole story seemed to amuse him, smiling to himself.

There were too many questions, and he seemed to only be giving one vague answer at a time. For a moment, you hated him for that. He knew what he was doing. You felt that he was probably stringing you along on purpose, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep asking.

“And how would that happen?” You questioned, watching him intently. As he spoke of these things, he seemed to not quite be there. Just bringing up these topics appeared to turn the gears in his mind to a distracting degree.

He scoffed. “It’s not actually up to me. I’m simply speeding up the process.” Finally, he looked at you again, this time truly unreadable and with no expression to discern. “This is a world of gods and monsters and we are but pieces in a game.” He tapped his foot, a sound that you didn’t actually hear, but you did catch the accompanying glass, which distracted your thoughts for a moment.

You didn’t quite know what to say immediately, wanting to challenge him but not quite knowing how. “So what, you’re running all of this entirely on faith?”

Harrow’s eyes narrowed, perhaps that question striking offence in him. “And that surprises you?” His response had great disapproval more than anything else. You knew he wanted you to feel bad. “You’re really not understanding what this is, are you?”

A religious cult.

“I get it.” You insisted, feeling suddenly defensive. “I just-”

You getting worked up seemed to immediately calm him down. “It’s just that you’ve never experienced anything like this before. Being afraid of what’s unknown is perfectly natural.” The way that Harrow explained that to you felt a bit too patronising for your taste. You knew this already. He must have known that you knew this.

You were sick of him trying to read you, and equally sick of him actually succeeding. “Why do all of this, anyway?” You asked exasperatedly. “Why focus on me? Am I important or do you do this to everyone who strolls in here?” You looked at him with desperation, needing him to finally give you a straight answer.

Now you really need something off of him. You’ve fallen right into his trap.

He finally pushed his hair off of his face, allowing you to look fully upon it. You began to realise that there was nothing you could do that would faze him as he gave a tiny smile. “That’s something I haven’t quite figured out myself. There’s something about you that tells me it would be a waste to let you go.” He sounded sincere. Somehow more than usual.

That answer stopped every thought running through your mind. You began to remember everything else he’d said. This wasn’t about evil and gods and some incomprehensible goals. This was about trying to do better. This was about finding anyone who would understand. Somehow, that was him. These thoughts overwhelmed you. “Really?” You inquired, trying to hide this struggle.

You imagined that he saw right through it. His words were slow, his smile was warm, and his whole demeanour was genuine. You realised you’d never actually caught him in a lie for certain, deciding against a tiny corner of your brain screaming otherwise to trust him for a moment. “Now is the time to stop being afraid. I implore you to stay with us. You don’t have to be alone any more. People will look after you.” He took in a deep breath, as if unsure whether to proceed, and he smiled to himself before doing so, watery eyes locked with you. “I will look after you. I will help you if you help yourself.” There was a great certainty to his words, and it was exactly what you needed to hear. All doubt faded from your mind.

His hand graced your back, his touch startling you as you jumped a tiny bit. You weren’t sure why, because you didn’t particularly mind. The brief moment of contact felt surprisingly warm. You felt yourself lean into his touch on instinct, allowing him to stay.

You didn’t know if it was his words or his actions that disarmed you, but your emotions flooded out all at once. You felt your eyes watering in the overwhelming moment. “I want to be better.” You choked out your words.

His smile grew bigger, as if encouraging you. “That chance is here. You don’t know when it will come again.” His words had a deep certainty to them, and he leaned in closer, his voice coming out almost in a whisper. “Are you going to let it slip through your fingers?” That question had total finality to it, as if he knew exactly how you’d answer.

“I don’t want that.” You responded with a shaky breath, overcome by everything.

“Good.” Harrow stood up with surprising quickness, especially because you were once again subjected to that unsettling sound of glass. You only imagined the pain that must have come from that, but concluded that there was no way he really felt it. Despite what he said, he sounded relieved more than anything, not pleased or proud, and he continued like that. “In that case, please come with me.”

He held out a hand for you to take, and you didn’t even have to think. You accepted the warmth, drawn to it, needing it.

Most of this insane cult stuff didn’t matter. You weren’t completely won over, but you had been on what did matter. Unbelievably, this hadn’t been a mistake. All you had wanted was support and understanding, and the world truly was beyond saving if you’d found that answer here of all places.

You followed, eyes wide, deadly curious. A small part of your mind felt like a fish on a line, hopelessly caught. He had done the impossible: completely changed your mind, and he knew from the moment his eyes first laid upon you that he could do this. That thought unleashed terror in you, but you felt yourself supress it almost as fast as it came because for the most part, you didn’t care.

What have I done?

No, stop it. This is going to be fine. You’re going to get better. You’ll be happy now.

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight #ethan hawke #i've never posted anything like this on here before please go easy on me

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msm-tsotmw · 2 years ago

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4/22/20XX

Ugh… is this thing working? Oh, good. We, uh… we got into a storm a while earlier, then the boat turned over and now here we are, washed up on Galvana-knows-where. The books are still in the boat hatch, but I’m pretty sure it washed up somewhere else here…

Does That Mean We’re Stranded ?

Probably.

oh shit

Mondo , Watch Your Language !! I’m Sure Someone Will Find Us Soon , Plus We Can Make The Best Out Of This , Right ?

yea

youre probably right

Sprigg , Does Your Map Say Anything About Where We Are ?

Uhh…

(Sprigg checks their map and looks for anything that closely resembles anything near where they washed up. Toorie swats a floating eyeball away from her.)

Psychic Island, apparently.

wait huh

Oh , My Sister Eyevee Lives Here !

She does?

Yep , They Do ! This Beach Is Where It Usually Goes For Meditation .

Do you think Eyevee’s meditating right now?

Uhmmm … Yeah ! Just Follow Some Scent Trail That Smells Like Burning Fire Fern Leaves .

why in the fuck would your sister burn fire fern leaves

I Don’t Know , Her “Spuhritchoowull” Stuff Maybe .

We should probably follow that trail, then. Maybe they know where to go…

(The trio follows the scent of burning Fire Ferns, leading them to some green paisley-colored tent with tie-dye accents near a rock by the seaside.)

I’ll Go And Check If It’s In !

(Toorie peeks inside the tent, spotting Eyevee the Rooba meditating with their hair tied up in the messiest bun to ever exist. She has a bracelet similar to Toorie’s, and has VERY heavy eyeliner with a leaf necklace.)

Hello ? Eyevee ? It’s Me , Toorie !

huh

oh heyyyyy sis it’s you !!

howdja get here on the psychic shore

Ummm , Long Story Short , My Friends And I Were Trying To Get To Light Island , But We Got Into A Storm And Now Here We Are . We’re Trying To Find Our Boat So We Can Go Continue Our Trip .

hmmmmmmmm …

i think ive seen a boat wash up near the psychic flag , want me to lead you there ?

Sure !

alr come with me

(Eyevee leads Toorie out of the tent, and stumbles upon Mondo and Sprigg.)

are these the friends youre talking about ?

Yeah ! Sprigg And Mondo , This Is Eyevee . Eyevee , This Is Sprigg And Mondo ! Eyevee Will Be Leading Us To Wherever The Spurrit Of Adventure Washed Up .

sup

…You’re letting THEM lead us to the boat?!

Mhm !

is there anything wrong w that

…

(Sprigg glares at Eyevee, cringing at all of the eyeliner and jewelry and shit. It’s like the Human World in the 1970s BARFED all over her.)

…Okay, 1970s time capsule.

hey , this fashion is still alive and well today and you know that damn well .

Okay , You Two , Please Don’t Argue !! We Need To Find Our Boat .

yea we gotta go somewhere

…Fine, but as long as-

ASHUSHUSHUSHUSHUSH !

Eyevee , Please Lead The Way !

k then

(The trio, including Eyevee, start their stroll to the Spurrit of Adventure.)

anyways , did you know that there’s a certain type of crystal that can help ya find your way somewhere easier ?

UUUUUUUUUGH.

what is it

i wanna hear abt it

(MONDO-)

the vegidian crystal , its usually found around plant island . it also helps with healing and health , as well as mindfulness .

Shut-

no you sprigg

I don’t wanna hear any of this “healing crystal” bullsh-

Please Stop Arguing ! It’ll Slow Us Down . Eyevee , I’m Not Mad , I Think It’s Best That You Stop Talking .

ok , lets go find that boat then

(The trio and Eyevee continue walking, and eventually find the Spurrit of Adventure washed up on the shore, unharmed.)

Oh. There it is.

Thank You Very Much , Eyevee !

no problemo !!

what happens when you burn a fire fern

Mondo, shut the f-

stories say that if you burn a fire fern , it will melt your worries away . helps a lot with meditating , but it leaves you kind of itchy , haha !

alr then

thanks for helping us

anytime !

(Sprigg , Aren’t You Going To Thank Them ?)

(What?! Thank THEM?! I-)

(They Helped Us Find Our Boat , Why Don’t You Go And Thank Them ?)

(I-) *sigh*

Thanks, Eyevee.

yer welcome ! i gotta go back to meditating now , see ya !

(Eyevee leaves the trio with the Spurrit of Adventure, with Sprigg already pushing it off of the shore.)

Hey , Wait For Us !

yea you gonna leave without us

Just hurry up already, we need those glyphs decoded.

(Mondo and Toorie quickly get on the boat, and continue sailing to Light Island.)

#my singing monsters #msm #my singing monsters au #msm au #furcorn #furcorn msm #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #rooba #rooba msm

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thefantasticreader · 1 year ago

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Warm Blood and Cold Hearts

This is Chapter One of my new story I am writing about a Vampire falling in love with a Human, Basic yes I know, but anyways I thought of this last night and am introducing chapter one today. Also Merry Christmas everyone

WARNINGS: THIS INCLUDES BLOOD, SUGGESTIVE NOTIONS, VAMPIRES, things that would be involved in a book like this

A happy four year old danced in the rain, pouring down in all directions as he jumped in the puddles left just for him. The child had not a care in the world, protected in his mother's arms. "Honey, I hope you do know that I am not cleaning that mud off of him." Graham Carter, her father revoked from his seat in the office overlooking the boy. "Oh heavens Graham he's only a child, I'll clean him up well. Or the pay will, I do suppose you wish for your afternoon to talk to clients?" Her father make a quick nod, "Yes dear, on thought I don't suppose meatloaf is alright for dinner. It'll spoil to quickly Anne." Anne, her mother, looked out at the boy. "I suppose we should run to the store." How happy the boy seemed to be in the moment, no care for what could happen later in the years.

"Mommy!" the small voice exclaimed as the boy was lifted from the tub. "Oh hello my dear." he giggled, "I played in the mud today mommy." Anna nodded, I saw my love. You had fun, Yes?" he nodded. "Are we going to the store later momma?" Anne nodded at the wide eyed child. "And if you are good, perhaps you can get a treat." he smiled "I'll be the best I can momma." she nodded and raised his chin, "What ever did I do to deserve you Athan."

The visit to the store was rather brisk in which involved the boy to get a treat of his own, in which whatever did he choose but a hat. "Why did he choose a hat." Graham asked his wife as she giggled at the boy holding it. "He believes it makes him look sophisticated and graceful." his father rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I think we raised a girl." "Come dear, the night is still young, let us light candles and cook together my little 'gentleman'. Father is indeed crazy isn't he?" giggled followed the room as they continued out of the room with Graham sitting there confused as to what had just happened. "Neither the boy's parents nor Athan had been prepared for the fire that would take everything from them that night. Shame really, he died four years after birth, and his parents were young as well."

The museum was in full swing as the new exhibit had just opened up, titled in favor, a capsule of the 18th century. Although the story never had been found until now, he knew better than to interject the woman on the podium. "Even 105 year's later and still they discuss your 'death'. You know if I didn't know any better, which I do, I would say you are upset about this. the futile attempt at controlling your anger has failed Athan." The black haired male turned to his elder. "Your call was disturbing to say the least, pardon me for turning away from you for all this time. You did end my life." the male chuckled. tucking the long blonde hair behind his fair skinned ear he shrugged "I could have let the fire burn you to death but I knew you were too good to save." A firery rage surged inside Athan's body as he glared down on the man. "Almost Twenty Eight years later after college?!" the male sushed him. "I saved your life, now your mine and deemed eternal life... I suggested to find a palace and lock yourself away, oh right you have no money. It was lost in a fire." the male chuckled and walked away. "If you weren't my uncle I would kill you." both males grumbled the entire time in the museum and now even still exiting it they argued over the truth. "Must these car's be so disturbing!" Athan yelled as he entered the short car his uncle owned. "This 'disturbing' thing is called an impala. AND in which is a classic." The black haired male rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

Was he truly doomed to live eternity alone, would he ever find a way out, or would he be stuck like this forever. "Oh and Athan," his uncle began from his spot in the car. "I found us a new assistant. I believe you will like... her."

#creative writing #vampire #gothic #vampcore #writer #original story

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starlightxsvt · 4 years ago

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Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Only Time Will Tell | Part 2

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Summary: Fifteen years after a horrible breakup, Y/N and spencer figure out that time can heal almost everything.

Content Warnings: angst, parental death, mentions of cancer and suicide. Bi reader, bi spencer, recounting childhood relationships, slight angst, spencer's headaches, abusive relationships (not spencer and reader) blood tests, spencer's addiction issues, getting together, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, switch spencer, sub reader, smut (not super graphic)

Word Count: 6.5K

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

When she wakes up she’s incredibly confused. She stares up at the bumpy stucco ceiling and Spencer laying on her chest and it feels like she’s gone back in time. He’s so snuggled into her, but her body is different than when she was 15, a lot different. He has a handful of one boob and his face on the other and she just shakes her head at the sight.

She kisses his forehead and strokes his hair and she lets it happen, because this is how she’s wanted to wake up every single day for the past 15 years. She’s spent just as long away from him as she’s spent loving him and she never realized how much it would hurt to think about it when she got him back.

She expected all the pain to go away, and while she’s a doctor and she knows way too much about the human brain, she still expected him to make her instantly happy. It wasn’t going to happen like that. Yes the hormones and endorphins were going to help, hugs and kisses and cuddles, sleeping beside him and hopefully sex… all those would contribute to making her feel happy, but at the end of the day her depression was always going to sit in the corner and attack when she was the most vulnerable.

Even with her last crush, it was good until she was alone. She’d cuddle with her all night with her lips pressed to her shoulder, wishing more than anything that she could feel that good forever… and it faded away when she realized she’d never have her. Unlike how she feels with Spencer right now.

He starts to wake up, also confused she guesses because he pulls away and sits right up with wide eyes and a horrified look on his face that just makes her laugh. “It’s fine, lay back down,” she pulls him back in and he settles, but the hand that was on her boob is now on her arm and he doesn’t say a word.

“How was your sleep?” She eventually asks, it’s the slightest whisper as she runs her fingers over his back the way he liked when he was younger.

“Really good,” he whispers back, “I haven’t slept this long in probably 15 years.”

“That makes one of us,” she smirks, “I sleep so much, it’s never refreshing but I sleep a lot.”

“I have really bad headaches, and no one can give me answers for them, I want to sleep but normally I can't.”

“What do you mean no one has answers?” She feels a little defensive, “have you had a brain scan or done blood work?”

“I’ve done it all,” he sighs, and she lifts him off of her.

“Do you have them here? Can I look?” She starts to worry for him, wanting to see everything she can and help him.

“Yeah,” he gets out of bed and rummages through his things, pulling out a few manila folders.

She grabs her phone and turns the flash on, laying it face down on the bed and shining up towards the ceiling, she takes out his MRI, a CT scan and holds them over the light one by one. “Your gray matter is so thick…”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“You’re a genius, tell me what gray matter does,” she teases, remembering how she used to use him as a google before Google was even invented.

“It's found throughout the central nervous system and controls movement, memory and emotions…”

“You’re a genius, I’ve always wondered how it would look,” she is fascinated with these normally, but Spencer’s is her favourite so far. “Your brain looks good, there’s nothing alarming, nothing out of the ordinary, but that doesn’t mean it’s all working right.”

He just hums along, she places them all back in their folders and opens his folder of paperwork, reading all his blog tests, “this is just basic stuff?”

He nods, “they won't test anything without reason.”

“Come to my lab? I’ll run every test in the book, you’re technically a schizophrenia research candidate so no one will care.”

“Really?” He looks almost excited, “I can take the morning off?”

“Okay,” she smiles, “let’s get ready then.”

She makes a phone call in Spencer’s kitchen, he’s still in the shower but Y/N’s completely dressed and ready for the day with the little supplies she brought in her bag. But she needs help.

“What?” The man answers first.

“It’s just me, put her on.”

“I’ve got this—Hello,” her best friend snatches the phone from him and answers with a smile she can hear, “how are you, bestie?”

“Hi Maeve,” she whispers with a smile.

“Why are we whispering?” She teases, “are you at someone’s house?”

“Yes,” she smiles, “I’m at Spencer’s.”

“No fucking way…” she whispers, “why didn’t you call me after your coffee date on Tuesday? I was so excited to hear about it.”

“I tried, but Bobby picked up and said you weren’t available,” she replied with a deep sigh, not hiding the fact that she hates Maeve’s fiancé.

“Oh,” she sounds ashamed and it makes Y/N feel bad for her, “well, how’d it go?”

“Good, we had a very PG13 sleep over the way we used to, It was nice waking up with him again, but I’m taking him into work today to do some blood work, I was wondering if I could send you some of his results? He’s getting headaches that he says are pretty debilitating?”

“Hmm, I’m free this morning once Bobby leaves for work, has he had any prior tests? I can come by and meet my best friend's best friend?” Maeve all but begs, that same pleading tone in her voice that Y/N loves.

“Of course, I’d never turn down a visit from you, I’ve missed you a lot,” she smiles at the floor, “and you’re really going to like Spencer.”

“I’m sure I will, do you think everything’s going to work out between you two?”

“I’m not sure yet,” her smile fades at the admission, “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but given the fact he texted me worried for my well-being and he’s been so adamant about hanging out… I’d like to say things are going back to normal.”

“Awe,” she swoons, “I love stories like this, you know that. I’m so glad you’re finally talking to him again, I thought I was going to have to bring you into my marriage, sister-wife style, in order to make you happier.”

“You could still leave Bobby for me,” she teases. “If this doesn’t work out, I still need a wife?” She teases and Maeve laughs and it makes her smile wide and toothy.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” she whispers, “I’ll see you at work? In like an hour?”

“Do you want a coffee? We’re probably going to stop on the way,” Y/N offers, finally looking up from the pattern in the kitchen tile to see Spencer standing in the doorway.

“Just my usual,” she can hear Maeve’s smile, “but I’ll see you then, bye, love you.”

“Love you too,” she hangs up and stutters as she looks at Spencer, “I didn’t hear the water turn off?”

He’s standing there in a dark purple towel, one around his waist and one tightly wrapping his hair, he looks silly but she loves it. “Who was that?”

“My best friend,” she presses her lips together awkwardly, “she’s a geneticist, and if you have a deficiency causing these headaches she’s the best one to figure it out.”

“Thank you for caring this much,” it sounds so sad, she can tell he’s not used to this kind of effort being put in for him anymore.

“I’m very used to protecting you, it’s not something I can drop, even after fifteen years,” she reminds him, “I hate to think that you’ve had to do it alone for so long.”

“It’s been hard,” he agrees. “How is this going to work?”

“What?”

“Being best friends? Because as much as everyone on my team says they’re my best friend, I don’t feel close enough to anyone to give them that title anymore, not since I stopped talking to you,” it’s a lot to take in at a quarter to 8 in the morning.

Her eyes just go wide and she feels so bad for him, but at the same time, he did that to himself. He could have reached out, he could have stayed. There are lots of things he could do, and now the only thing she wants to do is let it go.

“Maeve means a lot to me, you’ll like her,” she steps into his space and pokes his wet chest, “she’s the only woman in her field, I’m the only woman in mine, we met at a talk a few years back and she’s been my person for so long.”

“Why couldn’t she go to get the time capsule with you?”

“She can’t leave the state,” Y/N admits, “she has a stalker and she won't tell me much, she doesn’t want me involved, she’s a little scared. And Bobby won't even let her answer the phone anymore, she’s why I reached out. She believes in fairytales and happy endings and after everything I’ve told her she said this love story has all the makings of a romantic comedy.”

Spencer laughs, “she’s not wrong.”

“She’s always going to be my best friend, but I can have two,” Y/N suggests, looking up at him and raising a brow.

“I don’t mind sharing,” he whispers.

It looks like he wants to kiss her and she desperately wants to lean in and let him, but he backs up. “I’m just going to change and then I’ll meet you back out here.”

“Yeah, course,” she lets him walk away and her heartbeat is audible in her ears.

She’ll always love Spencer, and yet a part of her wonders what would’ve happened if she had actually asked Maeve out that week before she met Bobby. Then she’d be able to go to the cops about the stalker, then she’d keep her safe all the time, and then again maybe she wouldn’t be here with Spencer trying to make it work if she was with Maeve.

It’s a lot to deal with at 8 in the morning.

She walks down to the building's garage with Spencer, he’s all dressed and ready for the day and he looks great. He dresses better than when he was a teenager, everything matches, it’s pressed and clean and he honestly could walk the runway like this.

And then she sees it.

“You still have it?”

“Shit,” Spencer whispers, “we can take the subway or a cab or something if this is triggering at all?”

“No,” she assures him, “I’m not triggered, just shocked that Amy still runs?”

“I’m an engineer, remember? I know how to keep her going.”

She runs her hand along with the blue paint of Diana’s old Volvo Amazon, who they appropriately named Amy when they were kids. She looks in at the backseat, the tear in the seat is still there from when the button on her jeans got stuck, the light in the radio is still burned out, unable to tell the time. The seats are just as comfortable, she turns on just as loud as before, and she never thought she’d say she missed the smell.

They stop at a coffee shop by the university, Spencer orders first and then it’s up to her, “can I get an iced coffee and—“

“A white hot chocolate with a blueberry tea bag in it? Absolutely,” the barista smiles, “anything else today, Y/N?”

“Not today, Katie,” she smiles, taking out the normal amount and a decent tip, “how’s school going?”

“Good, thank you for that study guide, I got a 92 on my last Bio test,” she’s unbelievably giddy and it makes Y/N’s day.

“that’s amazing,” Y/N makes the most basic small talk before joining Spencer by the counter.

“How do you know everyone?” Spencer whispers and nudges her shoulder with his own.

“I talk to people,” she nudges him back, “you’d be amazed by what happens when you let people in.”

Spencer hums, they watch Katie make their drinks carefully and quickly, putting them in a tray and handing them to Y/N with a smile. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too!” Y/N calls back and waits for Spencer to get the door for them.

And then he opens the passenger door for her too. “So, I have to ask…” Spencer says as they finally get back in the car. He places his coffee in the cup holder, “were you and Maeve together at some point?”

“No…”

“Oh,” he drops it when he realizes it’s not a question she wants to be asked.

The rest of the drive is quiet, she sips her coffee and looks out the window and he taps the steering wheel the way he always used to do. “Have you dated anyone in the last 15 years?”

“Not really,” he shrugs, “I have been on dates but nothing’s really worked out.”

“Hmm,” she says before she drops it.

Pulling into her work, he parks in her spot and the two of them get out and begin their walk to the elevators and then he asks another question.

“So you haven’t dated or been with anyone since we broke up?” He looks a little shocked.

“Not really,” she shakes her head, “I don’t feel the need to? I’m not lonely, I’m busy.”

“Oh.”

The elevator dings and she walks out first, through the main hall and towards the lab. She puts on her coat and hands Spencer a blank one, “these are my Ph.D. candidates.”

Inside she has 4 students all dressed up and doing their work and Spencer waves awkwardly as they look up at him. “Good morning guys.”

“Morning doctor,” they reply in unison.

“My friend Spencer here has a genetic predisposition for schizophrenia so I’m just going to run the basic tests but he’s not going to be in any of the trials.”

“Sounds good,” one of them smiles.

“We’ll be in here if you need me,” she points at her office and Spencer follows her inside. “Oh, and Maeve is coming in as well, tell her to come right in.”

“Why? How many people have you slept with?” She suddenly closes the door, resuming their conversation immediately.

“Including you,” he does the calculations on his fingers, letting out a deep breath he was keeping in. “Elle, Ethan, and a handful of one-night stands…”

“That’s not too bad,” she shrugs and then she can’t help but laugh, “but Ethan? Really?”

Spencer nods with a smirk, “I told you I would one day.”

She laughs, remembering how much they hated each other. Ethan was a pain in the ass, flirting with both of them to piss the other off, especially when they were all on opposite mathlete teams… but Spencer did have a crush and she was secure enough in their relationship back then to just laugh it off, like she is now.

“How did it even happen?” She asks, taking out all the supplies from the cupboard, and returning to him with an elastic band.

“I went to see him in New Orleans because I was addicted to drugs and he’s an alcoholic and I wanted him to tell me not to waste my life away because no one else was going to do it.”

“Wait, addicted? I thought it was just the one case?” Her whole body reacts, her heart drops and her breathing changes and she worries for him in a way she hasn’t felt in years. “Do you want me to do this in your hand so you don’t get triggered?”

He shakes his head, “no, it’s fine,” and then he takes a chip out of his pocket, “it was nice to not feel anything for a while.”

He hands it to her, it’s a 5-year chip and it makes her smile. “I’m always going to be proud of you.”

“I know.”

She hands it back to him and he puts it back where it belongs and the conversation dies there as she takes his blood and he looks away. She has a few vials, she puts his name on them and turns back to him. “Can I ask who Elle is?”

“She was on my team,” he presses his lips together and she knows there’s more in there.

“And?”

“She was shot and had terrible PTSD after, I checked on her one night and she was drinking and we got to talking about her feelings and she didn’t want to be alone… the next night she killed a serial rapist and claimed self-defence but I know she killed him because we couldn’t get justice for his victims. She put justice into her own hands, and then she left.”

“Do you live in a soap opera?” She teases, “damn, okay. I mean good for her, she probably thought if she was going to prison at least she could get some dick first.”

“That’s what I thought for a while too,” Spencer nods along, only slightly sad. “But then I thought about what I did to you, and I figured she didn’t need a reason to sleep with me and leave me, sometimes it just happens and there isn’t a good reason.”

“It’s different for boys,” she combats. “And you weren’t a virgin then, you were what? 24? You were almost a full-brained man.”

“I know.”

She needs to let it go, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, “sorry.”

“You’re not wrong. The damage I must have caused isn’t something that heals fast,” he explains and it starts to feel like a profile. “You haven’t just not slept with anyone because you don’t want to. It’s because you’re scared. We were really young, we were stupid, and I hurt you to the point where you can’t let in anyone who will leave you. I’m going to keep saying I’m sorry even though I know I can’t remove the scars, they’re always going to be there.”

“I hate you sometimes,” she whispers, turning away from him and gripping the counter. “You didn’t have to read me like that. Not everything is your fault you know, I’ve tried. I’ve wanted to and none of the people I’ve dated were good enough and the person I wanted to sleep with the most found someone else before I had the courage to do anything about it.”

“I’m sorry.”

She turns back to him with a straight face, “I wanted to feel loved more than I wanted to be fucked. You damaged my heart, not my vagina.”

He tries not to laugh, biting his lips and yet the air that leaves his nose sounds like a laugh, she turns her attention back to him, playfully outraged that he would laugh. “You’re a dick.”

“I missed you a lot,” he smiles, “and I’m really glad you reached out.”

—

When Maeve comes in, Y/N wraps herself around her so tight that Maeve laughs. “Hello lovely,” she whispers against her and Y/N’s heart flutters just a bit.

“Were you safe?” Y/N worries and brushes her hands along her arms as she looks her over. “You weren’t followed or anything?”

“No,” Maeve assures her and hugs her once more, “you look so good, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you,” she rocks her back and forth slightly and then turns to introduce her to Spencer, who’s now standing.

“This is Doctor Spencer Reid, Spencer this is Doctor Maeve Donovan, my best friend,” Y/N turns to him and Spencer looks at her like he knows her from somewhere.

“wait—

“Journal of Behavioural Psych… I’ve already seen your brain,” Maeve fills in the blanks. “I didn’t reply to your email because I knew you were Y/N’s Spencer.”

“Oh…” Spencer can’t really believe it.

“And I had no idea you have schizophrenia in your family either…” she stares at Y/N with her brows raised.

“Stop,” she whispers under her breath. “I told you.”

“It was between Alzheimer's in Texas and Schizophrenia here,” Spencer repeats. “I always thought I’d be the one to cure it for my mom, but I’m glad it’s you.”

Maeve just smiles at him and Y/N can’t stop smiling at her, it’s surreal to have her best friends meet.

They all catch up with their drinks in her office. Sitting at Y/N’s desk and sharing their stories, Spencer’s medical issues, Y/N’s flight anxiety and Maeve’s stalker.

“I actually got this yesterday…” she takes a letter out of her purse and hands it to them. “I think I’m going to dye my hair brown and move out of Bobby’s apartment. And I might hide for a bit.”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head, “we can get Penelope and the rest of Spencer’s friends to look into this, please? Please you can’t hide anymore this is too serious.”

“This is classic stalker behaviour,” Spencer says as he reads over the letter a few times. “They want to murder you and then kill themselves… do they bring this up often?”

“Yeah,” Maeve agrees. “He has a thing with suicide he’s said I should just kill myself and spare everyone the stress…”

“Wait,” Y/N stands and flicks through all her paperwork, “that girl who you turned down for a Ph.D. handed in the same thesis to me about cell deterioration in people with suicidal ideation.”

“That sounds like it matches up,” Spencer agrees. “I think I can have Penelope email you some information on the student so you can take it to the police?”

“Thank you, Spencer,” she smiles at him and Y/N can’t help but feel like a third wheel somehow.

Because of course her straight best friend, who she’s been in love with for 2 years, would meet her ex-boyfriend and be instantly attracted to him. It’s her luck. And by the way, Spencer is smiling at her, she knows he thinks she’s pretty. She’s known him long enough to remember when he looked at her like that… she clears her throat and gets them to stop making googly eyes at each other.

“We have a flight to catch soon too,” she reminds him. “I’m going to go work with my students if you two want to stay here and talk to Spencer’s co-workers.”

“Yeah,” Maeve agrees quickly. “That sounds good.”

“Can I talk to you first?” Spencer asks, pulling her into the other room and closing the door.

“What’s up?”

“You’re jealous,” he reads her just as well as she reads him.

“And you think she’s pretty,” she bites back. “I’m not jealous, I’m envois. I wished for a very long time that she would love me back and all it takes is a single smile from you and she’s probably willing to leave bobby.”

“But she’s not you,” Spencer replies. “It’s not that easy for me to fall in love, you know that. It took us years to fall as in love with each other as we were and it never went away. Meeting her can’t replace how I feel about you.”

“We can’t do this now,” she stops him. “Sit on it, tell me tomorrow when we open the time capsule. Mean it when you say it, don’t just try and calm me down with your words.”

She leaves the room, walking right past Maeve and into the lab. Helping the first student to call her attention and leaving her best friends to mingle.

—

She has a nap on the plane, Spencer did too, their heads resting against each other as they slept through the turbulence and the crying babies, waking up for the landing and departure. They get a car for the weekend, and the drive to her parent's house is so, so, so quiet.

“I’m not ready for how weird this is going to be” She whispers.

“It’s not going to be weird.”

“Yes, it is,” she’s adamant.

Her bed is still there for them to spend the night in, so are her parent's and brothers' beds if he doesn’t want to sleep beside her. And the couches and the fridge and anything big that she couldn’t move out alone yet.

“Why? Because we have to sleep in the same bed again, because it’s the house with all our memories or because the time capsule has letters addressed to our kids?”

“Yes.”

They both laugh at her bluntness, “we were so hopeful back then.”

“We had no reason not to be,” he says. “Your parents were very good at reminding me that our dreams can come true if we work hard enough.”

“They were great parents,” she agrees. “I miss them so much…”

“Would it be weird if I went to the grave?”

“No,” she lets out a deep breath, “they loved you.”

He pulls onto their old street and her heart is in her stomach. She can’t believe they’re actually doing this, they’re actually together again at her parent's house. He pulls into her driveway, her dad's truck is still parked out front and it looks exactly the same as it used to.

They grab their bags, she opens the door and then they’re alone in her old house. “See,” she teases, “it feels fuckin weird.”

“It’s so cold,” Spencer whispers. “Not like freezing, it just doesn’t feel right in here.”

“I know,” she agrees, taking her things and heading up the stairs towards her old bedroom.

“It’s grey…” Spencer whispers as he enters the room. “What happened to the purple?”

“My mom was bored when she was recovering from the chemo and she wanted to paint, so we did it,” she shrugs, “it was a fun weekend.”

Spencer puts his things in the corner and somehow it feels like they’re 15 again. He used to put his backpack there, he’d kick off his shoes and dive into her bed, waiting for afternoon cuddles and a nap before dinner and then they’d do homework until her curfew when he’d walk back to his house and wave to her from his window.

He kicks off his shoes again and she just sits on the edge of her bed, watching him. He takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the hook behind her door, another thing he remembered to do almost by instinct.

“It’s like you never left,” she whispers.

He nods, “can I tell you now that I feel the same way, that I miss being loved too.”

It’s way too early in the weekend to be here already. “No,” she whispers. “Don’t do this to me again, please? Don’t offer to love me if you’re not certain that you’ll stay.”

“No one can be?” He reminds her as he sits beside her on her bed.

“You dying and you breaking my heart are two very different things,” she replies. “It would be easier if you died.”

“How?” He looks offended.

“Because then no one else can have you,” she can’t look at him and the tears come back. It fucking sucks. It hurts and she’s embarrassed.

“It’s killed me thinking about you all these years, wondering if you ever replaced me. I spent my whole childhood dreaming about being your wife and then I had to just imagine you with someone else for the last 15 years and it sucked.”

He doesn’t reply.

She shakes the tears away, clearing her throat slightly, “we’re either together or we’re not. Pick one. I can’t be stuck in limbo anymore.”

“No, I can’t just agree to go back to how it was before,” he shakes his head, “I’m not going to live up to your expectations. We are two completely different people now, we can’t just pick up where we left off without us fighting about it. I’m never going to be the same to you as I was when we were kids because I don’t know who that Spencer is anymore. I haven’t been him for a long time and this Spencer is really bad at pretending.”

He’s more assertive now, he was never this confident to fight with her when they were kids and then again he didn’t have a reason to.

They were happy back then.

“Would you like to date again and get to know each other as we are now?” She compromises.

“What if you don’t like who I am now? What if I let you down?”

“You can’t,” she can’t help but smile. “Because even after everything that’s happened, just looking at you fills me with the same feeling it did when we were kids. You’re always going to be my best friend, no matter what, even if we don’t have the same interests anymore or if you’re a bit more annoying…”

It makes him giggle and that’s what she wanted, “see? Look at us? We can do this, we just have to talk about it. I’m open to the fact that you’re a different man now from your trauma and you’re accepting of the fact I’m incredibly damaged from mine, and that we might always be, but one day we’ll laugh about it.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be laughing,” he teases and it feels like it did back then.

“No? I’m going to bring it up to tease you then,” she warns him, “because you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

“You’re also more annoying than I remember,” he teases her right back and moves in to tickle her the way he used to.

She’s still ticklish. And he still remembers where. He tackles her back against the bed and she tries to push him off but she’s already giggling too hard, eyes closed as she tries to squirm out of his reach. But his arms are somehow longer than before? He wraps around her and digs into her sides with a hearty laugh and then it becomes a hug.

She settles again and he’s still on top of her and her arms wrap around him. His face is in the crook of her neck and she rests her cheek on his head, brushing her jaw along his hair and breathing deeply. She’s missed this so much in the last 15 years.

“I still love you,” he’s the one to say it first and all the tension in her body drops.

“Thank god,” she sighs and holds him a bit tighter. “I still love you.”

There’s a weird feeling in the air, one she hasn’t felt in a very long time. Not since they were sitting in that field, in Spencer’s mom's car, trying to figure out how they were going to have sex in the back seat.

She kisses the top of his head gently and he kisses the side of her neck in return and her breathing hitches. So he kisses her again, this time on the pulse point and up towards her Jaw and her eyes close as she leans into the contact.

It’s been a very long time since he’s seen most of her body, and yet as he strips her clothes off and covers her with his lips, it’s like nothings changed. He did this the first time too, carefully kissing everywhere but with a lot more nerves.

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve done this,” she reminds him, “so please don’t stop.”

He laughs, kissing her cheek and looking down at her. “We’re doing this?”

She nods, “there’s no one here to stop us.”

“And no reason to stay quiet,” he teases back, looking around her room quickly, “it’s strange being back here.”

“We never actually had sex in here,” she whispers, pecking his lips softly and then realizing that’s the first real kiss they’ve shared in 15 years.

He lunges in and kisses her again, hand on her cheek as she rests back against the pillow, he slides a leg in-between her own, grinding against her softly as he kisses her, swiping a tongue along her bottom lip, he used to love making out with her.

They could make out for hours on end, hot and heavy, grinding together but never taking it anywhere. It was just as fun to them as anything else, up until they had sex for the first time. Then it was all they wanted to do, only back then they were both more scared of being caught than actually doing it, and it’s not like they hadn’t been experimenting with each other their whole lives.

They had baths together as kids, they spent a lot of time alone as children and they hit puberty at the same time… she’ll never forget the day they learned what masturbating was, they went home and tried it alone and reported right back to each other the next day.

It was always meant to happen, he was the only person she wanted to take her virginity back then. And she wasn’t mad at him for taking it and then leaving, she was mad at him for having sex with her a million more times before he left.

But he was always so delicate with her and she was just as soft with him, they loved each other and respected each other like it was second nature to them, and it was so easy to slip back into that. She knew everything he liked, he remembered what spots elicited the best responses from her. It was like they never missed a beat.

His clothes come off just as quickly as hers, she’s missed him so much over the years. Remembering their first time for far too long, thinking about him at the worst moments, typically right as pleasure overtook her. She’s been saying his name when she cums for so long it’s the only thing she knows how to do.

“Spencer please?” She whines as they grind together, her lips just as swollen as his.

She sits up and takes him with her, he kneels in front of her and she uses the free space to get off the bed and search through her suitcase. “I brought condoms for a reason,” she laughs as she hands them to him. “I figured this would happen at some point.”

“I did too,” he smirks, “but I also saw tonight that you’re on the pill?”

She nods and laughs, “you’re kidding?” She climbs back into her bed and suddenly she’s nervous, “I mean, yeah, we could? But how do I know you’re clean? You’ve slept with a lot of people since we were together.”

“6 isn’t a lot,” he retorts, “but I just thought I’d ask, I still want you to be the first person I do that with.”

“You’re asking and you can’t even say it?” She teases him, shoving him lightly and taking the condoms from him.

His whole demeanour changes then, “you’d let me fuck you raw?”

She forgets how to breathe then, simply nodding with her jaw dropped, mouth breathing, deeply, she’s shocked. She finally swallows, returning the moisture to her mouth, “yeah…”

“What else would you let me do?” He whispers, drawing her in closer until she’s sitting in his lap and running her hands down his bare chest.

“Anything,” she whispers back, “I’ve missed your touch.”

He hums, brushing his nose against hers before kissing her softly. “Do you think about me still?”

Of course he remembered when she told him that.

There was one day where he never came over, she was waiting and waiting and he wasn’t showing up so she eventually went over to get him. Finding him having an anxiety attack in his room, admitting to her and apologizing profusely for thinking about her when he masturbated the night before. He was afraid she would think he was gross and then hate him. When in reality she was thinking about him too.

She nods, “it’s hard not to when you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“I’m all you’ve ever had,” he reminds her. Or at least so he thinks.

“No,” she shakes her head, “there was another guy in high school.”

“What?” He furrows his brows, “I thought you said you didn’t?”

“I didn’t really want to, but, I had sex with Kyle VanNuss? Do you remember him?” She asks carefully, scared that this is ruining absolutely everything when she was just so close to having him again.

“I hated him,” Spencer replies. “I’m sorry it wasn’t good.”

“it’s fine it was 12 years ago,” she laughs, “I really wanted to sleep with people, I would have loved to have been able to, but I need this first. I need to feel totally and completely safe and loved and appreciated, the way you make me feel.”

“Demisexuality is defined by—

“Don’t quote textbook definitions at me, I love you and only you and no one compares. Now if there’s a spencer-sexual term, that’s me, and that’s how I’d like to keep it,” she tries to keep a straight face but she ends up laughing and dragging him down with her.

He rests his forehead on her shoulder, arms around her waist, they’re so close and completely naked and it feels right, “this is all I want.”

She sits up a bit, reaching between them and gripping his cock at the base and he moans. He’s bigger than she remembers, he still makes such beautiful sounds as she strokes him and then she runs the head of his cock along her folds and he tosses his head back with another delicious moan.

“Put it in,” he requests.

She sinks down onto him with more ease than she thought she would, always so turned on by him, it’s easy. She bottoms out and rests back against his legs, sitting in his lap, holding him incredibly close. It feels like every single part of him is touching her and she still wants more. Reconnecting their lips, his hands move down to her hips to help her move, grinding and bouncing they make a rhythm that is completely theirs, it works and she’s so lost in him.

Moaning into his mouth, feeling his hands on her body, his chest against hers and his tongue in her mouth. It’s all she’s wanted for a very long time, and it’s overwhelming. She tries to hold herself together but it feels so good, she’s on the edge of every single emotion in the book as she rides him there.

She breaks the kiss to hold him tighter, kissing his shoulder before he picks her up and lays her back against the bed, crawling between her legs and sliding back in. It’s easier at this angle, he slides in and out so easy, his thumb is on her clit and his mouth on her breasts as she lays there, blissed out and moaning, a tear slips down her face and she quickly wipes it away.

It’s all a lot and according to him, he’s staying forever. This isn’t the last time it’ll happen, it’s actually the first of many, the first of forever, and only time will tell how long that forever lasts.

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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 10

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From: [email protected]

Sent: April 28, 1997 10:46am

To: [email protected]

Subject: Coffee?

Hi Monica,

It’s Dana, from pathology. I was wondering if you’d like to get coffee tomorrow around lunchtime? I have a break in classes from 11-2, so anywhere in there would be fine.

I hope things are going well with VICAP.

-Dana

From: [email protected]

Sent: April 28, 1997 10:48am

To: [email protected]

Subject: Wednesday/Thursday

Hi,

I’m mildly shocked that you hadn’t already emailed me before I got in today. Are you alive?

If you’d like to meet up for lunch or coffee this week, I can do Wednesday or Thursday, sometime in the 11-3 timeframe. Let me know which works for you and I’ll block the time out so nothing else ends up on my schedule.

From: [email protected]

Sent: April 28, 1997 11:12am

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:Coffee?

Hi Dana,

I’m so glad you reached out. I’d love to get coffee tomorrow; I can meet you just outside the autopsy bay at 1pm, if that works?

I look forward to it.

-Monica

From: [email protected]

Sent: April 28th, 1997 12:16pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE:Wednesday/Thursday

Hi Scully,

I see that my exceptional self control has paid off in spades. I am alive, and have resisted emailing you this morning through a combination of sheer will and a two-hour budget meeting.

Wednesday sounds perfect, I’ll be there at noon. Don’t ask me how many hours that is from now because I haven’t calculated it and I have no idea.

———

About an hour after returning from her coffee date with Monica, which was very pleasant and is something she hopes to repeat, she starts to feel just a little bit achy. She pushes through the rest of her work for the day and by the time she slumps through her apartment door at six, there’s no denying that she’s sick. She takes some Tylenol and goes to bed, hoping it will have passed in the morning, but when she wakes up it’s even worse. She calls in sick to work and goes back to sleep.

When she wakes again, the phone is ringing. She ignores it, only for it to start ringing again the moment the machine picks up. Dragging herself out of bed with a pained moan, she trudges to the hallway, retrieving the cordless phone and walking back to her bedroom as she answers.

“Hello?”

“Scully! Are you okay?”

“What? Yes. Mulder?” She burrows herself back under the covers with the phone tucked against her ear.

“Yes, it’s me, you didn’t answer my emails all morning and never showed up for our coffee date. I was worried.”

“Shit, Mulder, I’m sorry. I came down with something yesterday and called out sick. I totally forgot we were having coffee today.”

“You’re sick?” he asks, clear concern in his voice.

“Yes, just a virus or something, I’ll be fine.”

“Can I bring you something? Soup? Juice? Bad movies?”

She chuckles a little. “No, you don’t need to do that.”

“Who's gonna take care of you?”

“Mulder, I’m a grown adult with a cold, I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure?” She can tell by his tone that he wants to do this more for himself than for her.

“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want you to see me all sick and disgusting, Mulder. It’s too soon to ruin your image of me,” she says somewhat sarcastically.

“Seeing you sick is not going to change how I feel about you, Scully,” he says very tenderly, and she knows he means it. Still, she doesn’t like the idea.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Sorry to make you drive an hour for nothing. Rain check?”

He sighs noisily. “Okay, fine. I think you inadvertently left ‘stubborn’ off your list of flaws, though.”

“Well, I didn’t want to ruin all the surprises,” she replies with a smile.

He reluctantly says goodbye, and as soon as he hangs up, she calls the first number on her speed dial.

“Hello,” calls Missy in her typical singsong greeting.

“Missy, can you come over?” she whines, little sister mode in full effect, “I’m sick.”

Missy arrives forty five minutes later and fusses around, gathering a glass of water, Tylenol, and the thermometer that is buried in the bottom of a bathroom drawer. Dana has relocated to the couch, and makes a face around the thermometer propped under her tongue when Missy sets four crystals of different shapes and colors on the coffee table, along with two herb-filled capsules. The thermometer beeps angrily and Missy plucks it out of her mouth, shaking her head.

“One hundred and two,” she says with a frown, “here, take these,” she holds out two Tylenol and two of the herb capsules with a glass of water.

Dana takes the Tylenol and leaves the others.

“Whatever those are, I’m not taking them. And you can pack up your crystals,” she says to Missy as she pops the Tylenol and chases them with a big gulp of water.

“They’re just echinacea, Sis, they won't kill you. And neither will the crystals.”

“But they also won’t help,” Dana says dryly, setting her water on the coffee table and burrowing back under her blanket.

“Well, I’ll just leave them right here,” Missy says, standing and going to the kitchen. “Why’d you call me, anyway? Shouldn’t playing sick maid be Mulder’s job now?” She’s looking through cupboards, pulling out a pot and a can of soup.

“It’s too soon for him to see me all congested and disgusting,” Dana replies, stifling a shiver. “He wanted to come over, but I told him not to.”

There’s a knock at the door. Dana sits up, exchanging confused looks with Missy.

“Did you order food?” Dana asks, and Missy shakes her head, moving to the door.

Dana watches from the couch as Missy opens the door to find no one on the other side. She looks at the floor, then down the hall one direction and the other. She stoops down and picks something up, then walks back to the couch with a paper bag.

“What is that?” Dana asks, and Missy shrugs, setting it on the coffee table and sitting at Dana’s feet. There’s a sheet of paper stapled to the bag, and Missy plucks it off, opening it while Dana explores the contents; a carton of tom kah gai soup.

Missy’s face is a mask of confusion as she reads whatever is written on the paper.

“What does it say?” Dana asks, and Missy hands it to her.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.

Dana’s chin puckers as her bottom lip sticks out in a pout. “Oh my god,” she gushes, “it’s Mulder.”

“What the hell does this mean?” Missy asks, taking the paper back and reading it again. “Does he write poetry or something?”

“No,” Dana answers, pulling the lid off the container and breathing in the spicy coconut smell, “it’s a quote from Jane Eyre.”

“Oh my god,” Missy says with a disgusted look, “you two really are meant for each other. This is sickening, Dana, you realize that, right?”

Dana is smiling, taking sips of the hot Thai chicken soup that he somehow knew she needed. “Yes, he’s also a giant nerd, if that’s what you’re saying. But beyond that, I don’t think we have much of anything in common, actually.”

“You both work for the FBI,” Missy offers.

“Yes, but in totally different areas. And he’s an atheist, and believes in unverifiable phenomena like aliens and spontaneous human combustion. And he’s impulsive and easy going, and he makes decisions with his gut,” Dana lists off Mulder’s attributes like she’s describing the trim level on a car. He’s cute, and he has a leather interior.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t use any of those words to describe you,” Missy says pointedly, setting the note on the table, where Dana plucks it back up and reads it again. “But there’s something to be said for being with someone who’s different from you.”

“I don’t really buy into the idea of ‘opposites attract,’” Dana says flatly. “I think that’s just a lie people tell themselves to justify horribly mismatched partnerships.”

“I think ‘opposites attract’ implies that your qualities clash, like the odd couple. One is messy and the other is clean,” Missy replies, propping her elbow on the back of the couch. “But I heard about this idea of ‘perfect opposites’ which is more like someone who complements you, or helps kind of level you out. So perhaps you lean to the extreme in some areas where Mulder leans to the other extreme, and you learn to meet somewhere in the middle.”

Dana gives her a doubtful look. “What is the middle between believing wholeheartedly that Bigfoot exists, and knowing that he doesn’t?”

Missy takes this under serious consideration. “I think,” she says without a hint of sarcasm, “that the medium would be accepting that it’s possible that he exists, and possible he doesn’t, but there's no way to know for sure.”

“So a Bigfoot agnostic?” Dana asks, and Missy nods in confirmation.

Dana shakes her head. “Maybe you should have gone out with him, I think you two might be better suited.”

“Don’t give me any ideas,” Missy says with a coy smile. “Speaking of which, does he have any single friends?”

Dana shrugs around a gulp of soup. “I don’t know, I haven’t met any of his friends.”

“Well, when you do, keep an eye out would ya? Now that I’ve lost my single buddy, I may as well get back out there. God knows it’s torture enough hearing your lurid tales from the bedroom.”

“Missy, I haven’t told you a single lurid tale,” Dana chastises.

“I know, what’s up with that?” Missy retorts in mock offense, “speaking of, what happened when he took you out to dinner Sunday night?”

Dana shakes her head.

“Oh come on, Dana. I have no life, let me live vicariously,” Missy whines.

Dana shakes her head again. “The only thing I’ll say is; maybe don’t eat off the kitchen counter,” she says before giving Missy a guilty look.

Missy’s mouth drops open.

“Wow, I’m not sure if I’m more grossed out or jealous,” she says as she stands, “I’m gonna get out of here, if you’re good. I think I need to go pick up a guy at a bar for some meaningless sex.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for coming by. If you need a condom there are some in the bathroom,” she adds with a sarcastic smile, and Missy sneers at her.

“Ha, ha,” Missy replies as she slips on her shoes and opens the door, “last time I checked, you can’t get pregnant from a vibrator.”

Dana gives her a sympathetic pout and Missy pulls the door closed behind her.

———

It’s a quarter past eight when the phone rings, and he pushes Priscilla onto the floor to retrieve it from his desk.

“Hello?”

“I can’t find it,” says a garbled voice.

“Hello?” he asks again, “who is this?”

“It’s really cold. It’s also too hot,” the voice says around a sound like fabric moving over the mouthpiece.

“Scully?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

There’s a pause. “Mulder?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Mulder, where are you?”

“I’m at home. You called me at home. Is Missy there?”

“No, she had to take her vibrator to a bar,” she answers, and it’s clear that she’s completely delirious.

“Scully, I’m coming over,” he says, standing up to find his shoes and wallet. “Hey, Scully, I need you to do something for me, okay?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can you stand up, and walk to your front door?”

She sighs. “That’s very far.”

“I know it is, but I need you to unlock the door so I can get in. I don’t think your super would be very happy if I broke it down.”

He hears her groan and her voice becomes quieter, then disappears. He waits, and just when he thinks she may have hung up, she picks the phone back up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, did you unlock the door?”

“Mulder?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Mulder, where are you?”

He snickers a little. “I’m on my way over, did you unlock the door?”

“I...I don’t remember,” she says, and she sounds exhausted.

“That’s okay, go back to bed. I’ll figure it out. See you soon, okay?”

“Okay, bye, Mulder.”

He waits but the line doesn’t go dead. He hears her shuffle around a bit and then it’s quiet for a long time. Setting the phone on its cradle, he drives over to her apartment.

The door is, thankfully, unlocked, and all the lights are off.

“Scully?” he calls out, not wanting to scare her. “Scully, are you awake?”

When he gets no response, he slips off his shoes and makes his way to her bedroom, calling out her name intermittently. He finds her twisted up in her sheets, and one touch to her forehead has him jerk his hand away with how hot she is. He strips the blankets off of her, finding her in only a T-shirt and panties underneath. Next he finds a washcloth in the bathroom and soaks it with cold water, then grabs two Tylenol and a glass of water. When he returns to the bedroom and drapes the cloth over her forehead, she starts and opens her eyes momentarily, but then closes them again.

“Scully,” he says softly, shaking her shoulder, “I need you to wake up, honey. I need you to take these.”

Her eyes open slowly and she blinks at him with heavy lids.

“Mulder?” she asks groggily, and he gives her a sympathetic smile.

“I’m here. Can you sit up and take these?”

He helps her prop herself up just enough to swallow the Tylenol and a sip of water before she collapses back against the pillows.

“I feel like shit,” she complains, but her eyes are already closed and she’s on her way back to sleep.

“I know. Get some rest. I’ll be here.”

———

She wakes up to harsh beams of sun pouring directly through her eyelids. Her first thought is that Ethan forgot to close the blinds again, but then she remembers that she and Ethan aren't together anymore and he doesn’t live here, so she must have forgotten to close them. She moves to roll out of bed and is met with the shock of aching muscles, and remembers that she had been raging with fever last night. She probably shouldn’t have let Missy leave, but thankfully the fever seems to have broken during the night. She rolls away from the window, no longer motivated to get up and close the blinds, and finds herself nose to nose with a sleeping Mulder.

“What the hell?” she says out loud, and he opens his eyes and smiles at her.

“Hi,” he says softly, “how do you feel?”

She gives him a perplexed expression. “Confused. How long have you been here?”

He chuckles “I knew you were out of it, but I didn’t think you were that far gone. You don’t remember?”

She shakes her head ruefully.

Mulder rolls to his back and stretches, then turns back to face her. “You called me last night, totally out of it, and I came over to make sure you were okay.”

“How did you get in?” she asks skeptically.

“You let me in.”

Her eyes widen.

“You were burning up, I just force fed you some Tylenol and kept an eye on you. Around 3am you started shivering, so I think that’s when the fever broke.”

She is quiet for a moment, taking in her surroundings. “Mulder...am I not wearing pants?”

He holds up his hands in self defense. “That’s how I found you, Scully, Scout’s honor.”

“What time is it?” she asks, feeling disoriented.

He peeks at his watch. “A little after nine.”

She sits up too quickly and gets dizzy. “I’m late for work,” she says, one hand to her head.

“Scully you were delirious with fever six hours ago, you’re not going to work. I called for you,” he says, sitting up too.

She gives him an incredulous look. “You called out sick to work for me?”

He nods.

She sighs and looks away from him. “I got the soup, and the note,” she says, “thank you.”

“Of course,” he answers, rubbing a palm over her back.

She looks back at him, taking in his sleep rumpled hair and second day stubble. She furrows her brow, a slight scowl on her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” she says with a defeated tone, and he laughs.

“I’d sure like to be, if you’ll have me.”

She groans and slumps against him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her, petting her hair.

“Okay, fine,” she says flatly.

“Well don’t sound so excited about it,” he teases, and she pulls back and smiles at him.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” she says softly.

“Thanks for letting me,” he replies.

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files fanfic #alternate universe

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kuronanox · 4 years ago

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Home is you - Ulquiorra Schiffer

"Hello? Hello~" (Your Name) sings shaking the pale man up from his sleep.

Opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times looking at his surroundings. "Where am I? Why aren't I in los noches?"

"Jeez you creep! Don't go sleeping around the park like that! I know Japan is safe but I thought you were dead for a second." She says sighing in relief offering a hand.

Ulquiorra slaps her hand away and gets up realizing he wasn't in his uniform but some random t shirt and jeans.

"What have you done women?"

"Me?! I woke you up. That's what I did now, do you have someone you should be? It's getting late."

Looking around he couldn't sense any reistu, he couldn't bring his sword out or use cero. Till he remembered his fight with Ichigo. Ulquiorra remember dissolving into nothing.

"I-I don't understand." He stuttered, frustrated at the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was lost, why was he here? Was he reborn a human? But why did he remember everything of his past life.

A salty tear slipped in his lips as he touched his face confused. "Is this the human emotion of feeling frustrated? Feeling hopeless? Powerless?"

"I'm sorry. Do you need a place to stay?" (Your Name) asks more sympathetically watching the man breakdown in front of her.

The walk to a capsule hotel was quiet, she was surprise he asked for help. "I paid for you. I hope you find your way after tonight." She tells him as he looks into nothing and says nothing before taking his leave.

(Your Name) watches his back and sighs. "Maybe he's homeless?"

Ulquiorra laid in the comfy bed lost in thoughts, what had happen to the war? To Ichigo? To Aizen?

Why did he have to be reincarnated as a weak human?

"So this is human emotions?" He says out loud looking at himself in the mirror. He examined his face, was he always this pale and fragile looking?

Pissed he hit the capsule and nothing broke.

He was weak now, weak in mind and powerless.

He didn't know how he was going to survive.

It had been a few days and (Your Name) walked around trying to find the man. She felt a attraction towards him, like she was suppose to help him. She had no luck the past few days trying to find him.

"You have to pay for that thief!" A sales man yelled shoving Ulquiorra out his store.

"I'll kill you stupid human." He says in a monotone voice and raised his finger to use cero but nothing came out.

"You need help man!" The sales man yelled walking away in disbelief as Ulquiorra stared at his finger.

(Your Name) sighed in relief and ran towards him. "Hey! It's you again. What are you doing?"

"Trying to survive." He plainly says walking away still wearing the same clothes she saw him in the day they met.

"How do you plan on surviving with no job?" She asks following him as he walked to random places and examining people. "You will help me find one."

"Me?!"

"As you can tell women I'm not like you humans."

Bewildered a bit she pinched her nose bridge and sighed. "That's what I get for helping a weirdo."

"What do I get if I help you?"

"My protection." He simply says, even though his powers were gone he still was skilled with hand to hand compact.

"Just don't do anything stupid." She says as he follows her.

It was a very interesting few months that passed by, she never understood a lot of things Ulquiorra did.

He lacked a lot of empathy and emotions. He questioned what people did and enjoyed examining strangers on the street. He didn't speak much either.

He also became her protector.

"What is this manga that people are so crazy about?" He asks her one day as they sat and ate breakfast.

"As an manga artist and author it's my job to make my books into a reality. It gives people a sense of escape of our miserable lives." She says shooing him away from her work.

"Humans are weird." He simply says watching the news as she rolled her eyes.

"You know you're a human too?" She states to him and sighs.

"I am now."

There was a silence as she looked at him. He was a bit odd at first. She had to teach how to read, write and proper manners. She never questioned him though.

"So what were you before then?"

"Espada. I was an Espada."

"Huh a what?" She asks a bit taken back and lost.

"I don't know how to be thankful." He then says changing the subject as she sits across from him.

His eyes were green and he did have weird green marks on his face. "I'm starting to believe this guy."

"It's okay. I understand." She tells him as he looks at her with no smile or anything. His face was blank, she couldn't read him.

She knew he was thankful when he learned how to pick up humanity. He would pick up food for them, clean the house and when the rare opportunity comes he would beat up any stalker fans she had.

"I don't know who you were before but I promise you I'm here to help."

It was a cold winter night as they came back from Christmas shopping and picking her up from work, Ulquiorra was holding the bags as she rambled on how work went that day.

Ulquiorra wouldn't admit it but he had grown fond of her after spending everyday together. At first he has no choice to. He had no money or no home but she provided everything for him.

He would find himself smiling softly but frown after realizing what he had done.

"How was your day?" She asks him with a smile as his eyes widen a bit.

"I read books." He answered as she nodded her head.

Ulquiorra never really left the house unless he needed to. She had to admit it was comforting coming home to someone every night.

"I bought you new ones. I hope you like that."

"I enjoy all the books you've bought me." He says looking forwards at the snowing street.

She gasp a bit as he looked a way a bit confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No I'm just happy. Happy your expressing your emotions more."

He didn't say anything afterwards as she entered the warm house and set the gifts under the tree.

"I'm going to get some rest." He says and leaves to his room.

Before she could ask if he ate she saw that he had food already made for her.

"He sure is a fast learner for not being human."

Ulquiorra escaped to his room and laid in bed. He really was growing emotions, the more he stayed here the more he felt every emotions.

The emotions of pain, loneliness, sadness.

Recently he didn't feel any of those he felt happy, safe, secure. Was this the human way of saying he was satisfied of his life right now.

He didn't know but he felt a comfort of having someone by him at times. Unlike los noches, he was alone and don't know how to talk to people.

(Your Name) gave him a sense of living again and he would try to fit in this world. There was no way he could change the past so he decided might as well live for the future.

It was weird for Ulquiorra to have these thoughts, it was a new thing to him.

Before he lived for nothing but killing.

"What did you do before becoming human?" She asks him one night as they watched a movie. Well she had to force him to watch it.

"Kill."

"Okay? More explanation."

"I was created to kill, that was my only purpose in life. My home had nothing but sand and a moon."

"What did you eat?"

"My people."

She wanted to not believe him but every word he said were straightforward and he never blinked once. He didn't tell lies to her. "Interesting. So what happen? Did you get eaten or die?"

"I lost in a battle and disappeared into dust and I woke up here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks curiously a bit taken back from her words.

"I don't know you don't seem happy here."

He blinked a few times and tried his best to smile but it didn't come along. "I am satisfied as you humans say."

She sighed in relief and sadly smiled. She never really given the thought of being somewhere new with no one and not being able to fit in.

"I realize how hard it must have been for you, when people call you strange and treat you like an outcast. It must have been hard."

Ulquiorra sits with his legs crossed and tilted his head giving it thought.

"I don't need anyone if I have you."

There was a mutual understanding between the two even though words of expression were rarely ever spoken.

"I'm really glad to have you." She answered back feeling the warmth of her cheeks turn pink.

"As I am too."

(Your Name) had gone to a late meeting with a few of her editors and seeing it was past midnight she didn't wanna wake ulquiorra up from sleep to walk her home.

She lived in a nice part of Tokyo but in a quiet area so people rarely ever walked on her road.

It was raining hard as she made cover underneath a store. Sighing she pulled her phone out and tried to speed dial Ulquiorra number before a loud rumbled hit the floor and she looked up to see a hollow.

At first she didn't wanna believe it but the thing was real and screaming walking towards her.

"(Your Name)."

"Ulquiorra- there's a, there's a monster charging towards me."

The phone line went dead as he rushed out to find her.

Running in the rain he spotted the hollow immediately. "Don't get any closer to her trash." He spoke as it roared.

Ulquiorra had lost all his powers but luckily he knew some move although none of it worked as he was easily slapped away as he hit the floor hard and he groaned.

"This human body is pathetic."

Watching the hollow grab (Your Name) he felt every emotion go through him. The pain, sadness, frustration. She was screaming as she reached out her hand to his.

He called out her name and whined in pain before blacking out.

"Ulquiorra!" She yelled to him but he didn't respond. Looking back at the hollow it open it's mouth to consume her as she shut her eyes a green light was glowing around her.

"I told you I would protect you." He says to her as she opened her eyes to see him in a white uniform and he was standing on air. STANDING ON AIR!

With one smack the hollow diminished into nothing as Ulquiorra settled her down safely on the road.

"You. You got your power back! How?"

Ulquiorra thought back about his fight and realized the same thing happen to Ichigo and he finally understood why he came back.

"Someone important to me is worth protecting." He reply's as she tears up and hugged him tightly as he gasped.

Sadly smiling to himself where no one could see him he embraced her back.

"Ulquiorra?" She asks him that same night as they sat on the roof top and he was still in gear. "Yes?"

"Does this mean you are leaving?"

He doesn't answer and looks down. He thinks back on how life was here in the human world. It was quite fun here. He didn't remember what he did back in the barren sand and dark night.

"No. Unless I have to."

She sighed in relief but still she knew he was different. "Just promise me, if you ever decide to leave... you will without telling me goodbye."

"I won't leave. I have no reason to go back." He plainly says looking up to the moon.

"You promise me? I can't imagine a life without you, the way you are eases me is comforting. Your the peace I needed in my chaotic mind."

He was lost for words, was this a human way for showing love?

"I to."

He wanted to say more. He liked her. Loved her. Even if he wouldn't admit it now, there was a warmth in him he had never felt before and the feeling of being needed was something he might have yearned for.

"I promise you, I'm only yours. Even if there's a obstacle between us there's way we can break it."

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he stiffen a bit and then relaxed.

He was home. Home wasn't a place for him but someone that accepted him for who he was.

It was you.

(Author note: idk why he's such a hard character to write for me. I know he seemed oc but I put in some thought of how he would be as a human.)

#bleach #tite kubo #bleach x reader #bleach oneshots #bleach oneshot #bleach ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiora schiffer #bleach imagines #bleach imagine #ulquiorra

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mixedfandomer · 3 years ago

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So I translated a phineas and ferb episode way to many times try to guess which one it is p.S I would love to see someone make this

(I don’t know how to add those continue reading things so you don’t have to scroll for a long time sorry)

Phineas: And how do you like red and blue toothpaste?

(A mysterious capsule falling from the sky)

Phineas: Wow. Hmm, it looks like it just fell out of the sky.

(shows the color of an umbrella)

Phineas: I think so. Open it and check the contents.

(Farb jumps out of an umbrella and goes to the box. He tries to open it).

Phineas: Wow. It's a day full of questions. First the toothpaste, then this.

Color: And of course, "Where's Perry?"

Phineas: Yes! do you know what i said? We are in the secret wing!

(from Perry's shop)

Major Monogram: Oh, Officer P. Glad I came here. Duvenschmilz was unavailable for a long time. Do something right or cheat. Man, it was a little sudden. Sometimes I feel like taking on assignments here.

(Phineas and Ferb cross the garden. A scream is heard.)

Phineas: Oh, the dress. He will break this third rule with an ax. Sorry Dumpio.

Dampamir: The name is Dampamir!

Baljeet: Wow! You can't log in because the content makes you more attractive!

Phineas: Don't you know? Fortunately, Farb is working on a special Z-ray machine that can see every substance on the periodic table. It's a great test, so it's best to wear this bulletproof lead jacket.

(fire car)

Color: Well, we can't see the haircut, but it has holes in the second molar. Looks like Ms. Shapiro is making Garcia Creplach's tortillas.

(Court:)

Doofenshmirtz Evil is involved! ??

(Perry enters. Dr. Duvenschmilz is missing.)

(The flashbacks begin in black and white. Duwenschildz is on his bad blog.)

Duvenschmilz: (A blind man grabs it and screams)

(Perry saw a new prisoner. Duwenschildz was covered up. Perry saw Duwenschildz's footprint).

Duwenschmilz: Hey! This is my lunch!

(Pine and Ferb in the courtyard. There is a piano in the box).

Phineas: I think I'm really running out of ideas here.

Isabella: You play the piano.

Baljeet: Can I buy a flute pipe?

Buford: the secret to making room for a new printer!

Phineas: Is that so?

Buford: Ok! As you know, the Van Stom family has been the holder of the secret knowledge and the holder of the Secret Box for generations. The 13th century turned the Templars' wrath into a massacre. Our family kept it hidden from uneducated people all their lives. When we did, all we found was a key that could reveal the secrets of the box.

Baljeet: Is that true?

Buford: No, just kidding. On the other side I found a wall. When the coffin fell from the sky, I saw the lock drop.

Phineas - Worth a try.

(pear cut)

Main Monogram: Great job. Agent P. Karl scans a fingerprint from Doof's apartment.

Carl: If you have a variability analysis, there seems to be a lot of caffeine molecules. with rainwater.

Large Monogram: Our only meaning is coffee and rainy sky. It can happen anywhere!

(The stop is in a darkroom with Seattle, WA. Duvenschmilz Barrel Accessories)

Duvenschmilz: Uh, hi! Who is here? Mark! You must be in heaven! This should be a satisfying explanation when I'm done, or when I'm blogging!

(Cut down the pine and Ferb's garden. Ferb puts the key in the chest.)

Phineas: Yes, honey!

Baljeet: What is your secret? Maybe a dozen missing Schrödinger cats?

BUFORD: But I didn't have privacy.

(opens the capsule)

(all pants)

Baljeet: Why do you smoke like that?

BUFORD: And why are we all suffering?

Cornelius: Oops, sorry!

Crazy Old Man: What do you think you did?

Phineas: Who are you?

Crazy old man: It's me! from the future!

(all pants)

(Cut the spleen into a quilt. Remove the mask from the shadow mask)

Duvenschmilz: (panting) Peter Panda? Oh, that was my good chance. That's all. While. And it was terrible, everyone was staring with crooked noses and had to talk about it.

Suspect: Hello, Duvenschmilz!

Duvenschmilz: Hello, what do you get, the black figure walking in the dark?

Suspicious Character: Mystery Professor, it's me.

Duvenschmilz: I understand.

Professor's Secret: Did Panda Stone Take My Name?

Doofenshmirtz: No, but I don't really speak. Can you tell me why you kidnapped me? Hmm bye! I know you are still here. I can't see the apple of your eye. What is silence? It is very unconventional.

Professor Secret: secret.

Duvenschmilz: Oh. This is going to be a fun interview.

(The courtyard of Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas: Please stay a while. Do you want to know what's happening to my nose?

Crazy old man: Don't worry about our nose ... This. Hear it when a hamster runs, a black hole breaks control and something breaks. You have now opened my hamster area! It's just a moment before it slows down!

Baljit: Wait, is a hamster allergic to air?

Crazy old man: Trust me!

Baljeet: What?

Crazy Old Man: Because I'll be here in the future!

Baljit: Wait, won't I be Indian in the future?

Crazy old man: "Okay! See you in the future.

Isabella: Yes, it doesn't make sense.

Grandma: Stop telling people about you from the future!

Phineas: Who is it?

Crazy Old Man: I'm just Dennis. ignore. There is no future person.

Dennis: I heard it! Hi guys, sorry if I disturb you.

Crazy old man: there is no time to waste!

Dennis: Calm down, Bernie! Don't forget your blood!

Bernie: What did I do to you? So what slows down?

Dennis: Oh, go! I am a sick hamster who rules our lives!

(The box beeps.)

Phineas: What is there without batting an eye?

Baljeet: Not good.

Buford: Well, you've played a lot of pianos.

(Put the professor's husband in a moving box and bite into the scented sponge).

Duvenschmilz: Seriously, what was the kidnapping? And what good is a temple hanging over the petro panda?

The Professor's Mystery: Why I'm Peter Panda's Enemy.

Duvenschmilz: (pants)

The Secret Professor: Are you surprised?

Duvenschmilz: Sure. But if you know anything about the enemy company, please do so. I don't want to be another bad scientist. (See Professor Inator of Mysteries) Oh! Enjoying! Why does he do it?

The professor's secret is a secret I cannot reveal.

Duvenschmilz: ... your beauty. Yes, I know. Will you give me your advice before or after trying to catch Peter the panda? It's just ... Even in the research phase.

The mystery of the teacher: I don't say anything. The secret gun ... it's mine

Duvenschmilz: But he's your enemy! He knows what bothers you! So this is a generic title! What do you expect from her with your story? (The secret has been cleared.) Don't stay, oh no. Don't tell me, you've never told your inner story! ok i have a problem! This is your problem!

The Professor's Mystery: What?

Doofenshmirtz: Lack of communication. Give me a shot (a rhythm is established and a chorister appears out of nowhere).

(song: talk to him)

Duvenschmilz - you can do it in secret

You don't have to be so selective. ??

Chorus Girls: Too erratic! ??

Duvenschmilz: Make history your secret enemy;

For all the reasons why ...

Duvenschmilz and the girls' choir: rotten eggs. ??

Doofenshmirtz: (ooh while the choir girl is in the background) not enough to show her skill;

You have to tell him how you feel. ??

I guess you will be surprised that their attention is being held

I can only understand

Tell him about all the bad plans you have for ...

Duvenschmilz and the showgirl: you have to ...

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him

Choir Girl: Oh! ??

Duvenschmilz: Tell him ...

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl - all my plans came to mind

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him

Choir Girl: Oh! ??

Duvenschmilz: Announcement ...

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl: Give her everything you fear. ??

Duvenschmilz: Talk to him. ??

Now...

Duvenschmilz and the Chorus Girls: Stay there like a rock. ??

Doofenshmirtz - he has two furry ears to wear

Dancing girls: wear it! ??

Duvenschmilz: I know you really want to hurt him

Choir girls: Dig! ??

Duvenschmilz: But I think I'll lose you if I don't speak

Dancing girls: I want to talk

Duvenschmilz: communication is essential

When you open you can understand

And maybe it bothers me.

Duvenschmilz and Chorus Girl: you're right! ??

(The number ends and the girl has disappeared).

Mystery Professor: How did you get this girl to dance?

Doofenshmirtz: These are the unions, they are leaving.

(Go back to the courtyard where the hamster slows down.)

Bernie: (while Finna holds on) there's only one way to beat him! and listen with your ears! (A red bird in the wind comes out of your beard.) Hey Velleius, I found your bird!

Velleio: Really? where he was

Bernie: How boring! However, there is only one way to improve it! (crying and screaming)

Isabella, Buford, Baljit: No!

Finius: Hurray, everyone! Get the tree!

(They do.)

Isabelle: What are you doing now? !!

Baljeet: This is definitely the only time the camera has disappeared again!

Buford: Yeah, bad model break!

Isabella: Well, she is not a model! Subsequently, the model will disappear.

(remote effect)

I mean, Candice!

(Candice enters the room where she is still listening to the music. Then Chaos looks through the window and walks straight into the box.

Candice: (pants) mama mama mama mama mama !!!

(she goes back to the mysterious cave).

Mysterious Professor: The last person I recommend, you are a hostile thief!

Duvenschmilz: You can't undo it with a musical instrument. Hmm! I'll say it's not my fault that you and Peter are in trouble. It's yours!

The Professor's Secret: (Active Inator) The Secret Inator is an active lens wrapped in a real lens, I know who it is! Under favorable circumstances you will be nervous and full of revenge!

Duwenschmilz: (sigh) Yawn! So I was more concerned if I knew what was going on. YY-Become a man (sighs again)!

Secret Professor: Hmm?

(Burned by a plague on the wall. Peter Panda has come to the other side).

Duvenschmilz: Peter Panda! Wow, I'm not very happy to see my rainbow enemy.

Mysterious Professor: Peter Panda is not your enemy!

Duvenschmilz: Yes. He is not the enemy. H-h-this is a slow project.

Mysterious Professor: Do you want it to fall like this? (Peter accuses him) Do you understand? I am touched! Here it is, Duvenschmilz! (sighing) Yes, it is! (another shot) Do you understand? feel good. What did you give that I couldn't give you?

Duvenschmilz: A bad part of the internal dialogue!

Mystery Professor: What?

Duvenschmilz: Communicate! Oh cry! In any case, tell me what makes you turn off!

Mystery Professor: What? Oh yeah! There is no author!

Duvenschmilz: What? !! ??? ?? !! Hey, I'm worried! Clock! Communication I can do it.

(Perry finally enters, flips the switch, shoots from the ceiling, bounces a space pin.)

(He goes back to the terrace.)

Buford: I can't take it anymore! one day my friend

("Tough Gum" Song (Instrumental))

Advertiser: Durable Shoelaces!

Buford: - Wash! He lifts the branch and flies away.

(Once in line, Inator throws a bolt of lightning at the box, and once in line, Candice's mother follows him into the yard.)

Candice: Hurry up, Mom! To move on! What? !!

Baljeet: I didn't get hurt like I expected.

BUFORD: Yes, thankfully.

(Modest case where Mysterio and Peter talk so that Douffensmritz and Perry can see each other from the window.)

Mystery Master: So my parents accidentally created a black hole, got hooked on it, and went into orbit so that there was no danger to the planet, but in the process. At first I'm furious about it, and in the end you make me a nonexistent emperor, whom you killed tonight! Wow, what fun to tell someone!

(A crazy old man comes out of the yard to see him.)

Bernie and Denise: Son!

Mystery Master: Mother? Father? !! They will be called back! (hugs her).

Velleio: Oh ...

Mysterious Professor: Meet my enemy Peter Panda.

Bernie: Do you have any archenemies?

Denise: All of our kids are adults!

Bernie: Why is it a panda?

Dennis: Bernie!

Bernie: What? I was just thinking.

(Doofenshritz and Perry drop them).

Doofenshmirtz: Come on, Platypus Perry. Let's go home, I talk to you a lot, right? Yes, maybe you are right.

(He goes back to the terrace.)

Linda: Kids, why don't you come for lunch? And if he meets your father, ask him to come with us.

Candice: But, but, but ... Okay.

Finius: Intense, color. Planets can also explode and break the space continuum. I hope you have not suffered any real damage. (The bears appear next to them.) Oh, father! If you want to join, mom is having a lot of fun!

Polar Bear (voice of Lawrence): Oh boy, very good. I'm a bit bored.

Finius: Maybe the cake is still there.

(Another sees Phineas' back hole as the boy goes through the hole, proving it is true that Phineas and Ferb are working on a machine that turns humans into flies.)

Vera Finnius: W Noteworthy! What was the fate! We did

True color: can't. Here Phineas has four white shirts and you only have three.

Phineas: Okay. It must be said: Our father is not a bear.

#baljeet tjinder #buford van stomm #candace flynn #ferb fletcher #isabella #phineas and ferb #phineas flynn #pnf #owca #perry the platypus #perry #doofensmirtz #dr doofenshmirtz #google translate #major monogram #carl karl #peter the panda

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gerrydelano · 3 years ago

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hiii fellow Very Long Fic writer ron! assuming you may be familiar with the (arguable) dilemma of writing styles changing / getting more advanced over time, might i ask- the instinct to go back and edit Every Chapter so that they better match up with current skill. in your opinion, does it usually pan out to be worth it?

i've seen your occasional posts abt how you'll go back and edit your published works, which is v encouraging re: mistakes not being set in stone, yet writer brain operates in extremes i think 🙃

hello, very long fic writer (assumed) anon! i am Very familiar with that dilemma yep hkbjndf drives me Nuts!

TL;DR right off the bat: let yourself go back and make minor edits for sure, but don't get lost in the weeds trying to rewrite the whole thing directly from inside what's already done. in my experience, being able to track your own growth is far more rewarding.

usually, when i go back and edit a chapter after posting it's just to fix typos/clarify something when i'm hit with the OTHER dilemma of "my beta reader has known all of my plans forever and so things go over both our heads sometimes when we KNOW the answer and aren't seeing how it might not come across to a reader with no inside knowledge." which! also sucks! but it's fine, and i always want to go back and make sure it's understandable without giving away any mystery that'll be revealed later on.

when it comes to THIS kind of editing though, i don't really bother? when i go back to things to make changes, it's usually because i've changed a big internal element of the story/a character that will have new bearing on where it goes, not to like. change my writing style wholly. to do that, i'd be going line by line with the idea that i can improve a sentence at a time and i'd run into sentences i LOVED and then get into a war with myself about whether they're "good enough" and honestly end up with a result that is not as natural as it was when i just let myself write it the first time, even IF my newer stuff independent from this might feel like it's more "advanced."

ren said they'll add a sentence or rephrase something here or there, but wouldn't go back and change the entirety of something. if they wrote RTD today it'd be so different, but they're not going to undo what's already been done! especially when it's a metric for growth now, too, which i hugely agree with on the whole.

i definitely did some of this when i edited breathing like i never did, though. that was my first TMA fic and my georgie HC actively changed, which changed big elements of the whole story! and when i edited the earlier chapters of TSP, i came out a thousand times happier with the result, because i was adding things that carried more weight and tied into larger themes that i didn't have in mind when i started writing it. TSP was supposed to be a four chapter bittersweet tragedy! LIKE. no way, man. editing that was extremely rewarding, but again, it wasn't just my writing style that i was fixing.

but mistakes in writing do NOT have to be set in stone! if you're not happy with something, you can go back and rework it until you feel better about it, and recirculate it to say so, if that's what you really want to. i personally wouldn't go too far with full rewrites, like i said, but everyone's different! start with fixing little things that might've been bugging you for a while, and leave it. if there's still more you aren't satisfied with, you are free to look through it more and find the problem. at the end of the day, though, something you wrote in the past doesn't have to be up to date with your current skill level to still have been enjoyable to write, AND for someone to read!!!!

it's not just natural to look back at our old stuff and go "oh, g-d, who was i 🙈" and agonize a little over it, it's GOOD. it means you HAVE improved! and it's up to you whether you leave that little time capsule of past skill as it is, or change it to reflect who you are now.

but no one who loves your work will be looking at the older chapters going "this really sucked, wow, lol." if they notice a quality shift at all from beginning to end, they're a LOT more likely to be really impressed! my friends and i talk SO often about how great it is to watch each other's art and writing styles evolve over time. being ABLE to compare them contributes to that awe! it's one of the most beautiful things in the world to me, i honestly LOVE looking back at even other people's old art because i love to see where we all started and who we've become right next to each other. it's okay to leave that stuff up. you deserve to feel that joy looking at your own stuff, too!

my only advice is that if you change something you've published, you should still keep the old version somewhere!!!! it IS good to have tabs on who we used to be to track all this progress and growth. hell, sometimes? i've even found that some of my old stuff is BETTER, and i want to know how i managed to lose a particular skill along the way, and how i can get it back into my current stuff.

but if it's encouragement you're looking for, then here it is! follow your gut, keep your copies, and make (or don't make) whatever changes you feel are necessary to showcase what you're most proud of. at the end of the day, seek joy. good luck!

#ronologues #asks #anon #writing

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jumukus · 4 years ago

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A3! Translation: Itaru Chigasaki’s SR [Promise to Bloom] - Let’s Play! Real Life Gacha: Itaru’s Turn

Because members of Mankai Company kept losing their dorm keys, Itaru suggested holding a keychain gacha event so that they could attach keychains to their keys.

*opens door*

Izumi: Hey, I'd like to discuss our rehearsal schedule--

Itaru: …..

Izumi: !?

(F-For some reason, Itaru-san looks really gloomy…)

Citron: Hey, Director!

Chikage: Welcome.

Izumi: Hello. So, umm…

Chikage: This guy? Just ignore him.

Izumi: No, no, no, I don't think that's possible.

Citron: This is the reason why he's like this.

Izumi: Capsule toy? Wait, they're all over the place.

Citron: They just released new capsule toys for Kniroun.

Chikage: So he went to different places to collect all of these toys; got all excited that he even held some sort of unboxing ceremony, but…

Itaru: I didn't get...the rare toy that I wanted.

Izumi: I, I see…

Mind if I ask what kind of item that makes you this gloomy?

Itaru: A voiced Knight of the Round Table keychain.

Chikage: So it has the character's voice or something?

Itaru: Some god-tiered player who got it said the voice actor is really famous.

And you can only listen to his voice through that rare keychain, that's why I wanted it sooooooooo baaad. But reality is cruel.

Citron: He can basically create an army with all the dupes he got at this rate.

Izumi: I'm so sorry to hear that…

What are you going to do with all these dupes, by the way?

Itaru: Hmm…

Alright, Director, you take this pile… Citron, this one is yours…

Please distribute them around the neighborhood and spread the Kniroun sect.

Izumi: What? Do it yourself.

Itaru: Can't do. That'll be OOC.

Izumi: What are you saying now when you've declared yourself a fan during the Kniroun play?

Chikage: Regardless of what you do with the dupes, throw away all of these empty capsules immediately.

Itaru: Yea, yea, understood.

I'm going to roll some again.

Izumi: Huh!? You're buying more!?

Itaru: I won't stop until I get it. Bye.

Citron: So fashionate and bettermined!

Izumi: You mean passionate and determined?

(I feel like this room will be packed with capsule toys than it already is in no time…)

Itaru: I know it's freaking popular but how could I not find them anywhere… This sucks.

Guess my only option now is to wait for restock.

Sakyo: How many people has it been? God.

Kazunari: The key was there before, right?

Itaru: Hm?

(Guess someone lost their key again. It's been happening a lot these days, huh…)

(Kind of hard to enter the room when you also lost your key before. Let's just discreetly go in…)

*opens door*

Sakyo: I figured you wouldn't notice that your stuff is gone if you don't attach anything to it, not to mention how hard it'd be to find that item.

Attach a keychain or something to your keys after this, got it?

Itaru: (Attach a keychain...)

(...Ah.)

I have a suggestion.

PART 2

Izumi: Itaru-san?

Tasuku: When did you come in?

Banri: And what's your suggestion?

Itaru: Say, wanna do real life gacha?

Hisoka: Real life gacha…?

Itaru: Basically you put your keychains in a capsule and use a machine to exchange them.

It's like exchanging presents, I guess.

Kumon: Wow! That sounds so fun!!

Tsuzuru: So that's what you mean by real life gacha.

Sakyo: God, you better stop coming up with that kind of idea.

But I don't think it's a bad idea. That way, those who don't attach a keychain to their keys will be forced to attach one.

Kazunari: OMG! This is gonna be so lit! Imagine the excitement we feel thinking whose keychain we get...and how much fun we're gonna have choosing our own!

Izumi: I've gotta admit it sounds really fun.

Itaru: I know some of you guys have already attached a keychain so feel free to replace it with the new one if you want.

Citron: Now then, let's choose what kind of keychains we want to put inside the capsule!

Muku: Yes!

Taichi: Gotcha!

Itaru: ...Even though it's my suggestion, I have no idea what to put inside the capsule…

Well, let's just think about it later. Gotta search for that first. Hmm…

Hm? I swear I put it around this place. Where is it?

*door knocked*

Izumi: I'm coming in.

Oh, this place's gotten messy again…

Itaru: Oh, hey, Director-san. What brings you here?

Izumi: I want to talk about our rehearsal schedule. You went to buy capsule toys before I could bring it up.

Itaru: Oh, okay. My bad.

Izumi: What are you looking for now?

Itaru: Hmm… Oh, found it. There you are.

Izumi: A capsule toy machine!

Itaru: I bought it on an impulse but ended up not using it.

I figured we could use this for our real life gacha event.

Izumi: I see. ...Hm?

There's a capsule inside the machine, Itaru-san.

Itaru: What?

Izumi: I think there's still an item inside the capsule? Maybe you forgot to open this one?

Itaru: Heck yeah, rate-up time! Don't tell me this is…

…

...A normal Knight of the Round. I got this countless times it's killing me.

Izumi: Now, now… Even the normal one looks cute to me, and maybe you'll get the rare one next time. Who knows?

Itaru: I've decided.

Izumi: Decide what?

Itaru: I'll go with this keychain for our real life gacha event.

Izumi: Why are you choosing a dupe you don't even need for the event…

Itaru: ...I hope someone who can treasure this keychain will get it.

Izumi: …

Itaru: Well, while it's true that I don't need this dupe, Knight of the Round is still one of my favorite characters. I guess you can call it a part of my mission to spread the Kniroun sect.

Izumi: I should’ve known you'd say something like that…

Oh well, that aside, you really love Kniroun, huh.

Itaru: You’re saying that now?

Izumi: Hahaha.

Chikage: Chigasaki, it's your turn now.

Itaru: OK.

*rolls*

Itaru: It sure is thrilling to open the capsule, huh. Let's see, what do I get….

...Hm?

Masumi: What's that?

Sakuya: There's a button here...

Itaru: Don't tell me… clicks.

Keychain: "Overflowing passion, surging emotion... To Geneva’s biotope, s'il vous plait...!"

Troupe Members: !?

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: T-This is…

Sakuya: That surprised me! I didn't know a voice would come out of this!

Citron: Look, there's a paper inside the capsule.

Itaru: "Not for sale"...

Citron: Oh! A rare thing!

Chikage: A voiced, rare keychain… Isn't that what you want?

Itaru: Not this one…

Keychain: "Good morning, big birds; Good morning, little birds...A carnival in San, San, San Francisco…!"

Itaru: ...But oh well, I might as well keep this since it's a pretty interesting item.

The keychain’s part is fully voiced so here we go if you want to give it a listen.

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kuuderekweenfics · 4 years ago

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Dabi is Not a Liar

Hello everyone,

This is it. I’ve fallen off the precipice of...what exactly? Sanity? Or, perhaps, lack of shame? Who knows. But this was a fun little piece I wrote about a month ago. I put it up on AO3, but I thought I’d create a Tumblr for future fics since this is a bit more social.

Please keep in mind that I am shaking the dust off my writing and so it may not be the most polished piece of work. Go easy on me. But I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Explicit Warning: non consent or extremely dubious consent.

Fingernails carve into the the filthy brick of the abandoned building nestled by the sea. The pier moaned, it’s cold breath wrapping around your body and reeking sourly of fish and decay.

Your head hangs low between your hollow arms. How you got yourself into this position is due to several reasons, of course. One, your brain is swollen twofold in your skull, pounding with the weight of lead. Two, shame caresses every part of your body far more thoroughly than the man who currently has you trapped between him and the wall. Three, and most likely the most crucial reason, Dabi, ‘the Cremator’ as he was so often called, has been railing you senseless for the past hour.

You cried yourself dry after about ten minutes. He came quickly the first time, unabashedly getting off on your whimpers and pleas. Where he dug up the stamina to keep his cock hard for another three rounds was a dull ache for your mind, and pussy, to ponder over.

The strength in your knees escaped long ago. His fingers gripping your bare ass as he currently pounds himself into you, deeper and deeper each time, is the only support you have against gravity.

He attempts some foreplay occasionally, killing the space between the two of you as he whispers into your ear threats of what is to come and reaches under you to thrash at your clit rough and carelessly. This is, you figured out, more to his benefit than yours; he had to get you more motivated to continue the little game he set for the both of you somehow. You mewl softly when he does, cursing your needy body for betraying your wants.

Because this isn’t what you want. No, no, no. Not even if his thick, veiny cock fills you to the brim and sometimes hits a spot in your core that makes you see stars and silently beg, much to your humiliation, for more.

What you want is to go pro. You just started working for a small agency start up only a week ago. You’ve dedicated to becoming a top ten hero, even if your quirk isn’t the most convenient. But if a guy who’s power was to do laundry could make it to the top, so can you and your absurdly comical gacha quirk. You are able to generate capsules from your hands, ranging anywhere between the size of a tennis ball to a beach ball, but the contents inside are always random. This little inconvenience made your quirk almost entirely useless. Despite it all, you trained hard and got a once in a lifetime opportunity at this agency. Your task today was to survey the pier for any suspicious activity called in by a concerned citizen. You were strictly told not to engage and call for back up as soon as you surveyed something worthwhile. But you immediately ran in, all too confident in your ability at hand-to-hand combat, as if you had something to prove. You crouched behind stacked crates and fumbled through your creations: a teddy bear, a toaster, a tennis racket. Before you could generate another capsule, you heard his whistle behind you. He was crouched, hands lazily in his pockets and looking over your shoulder with a deadpan expression that plainly said you were in over your head.

But you knew you were quick. The tennis racket sped toward its target only to be crumbled to ash as his hand stopped it an inch from the side of his head. He smiled at you then, not quite reaching his eyes but eerie and menacing all the same. And before you could even fathom throwing the toaster, he pinned your neck to the wall. Your feet kicked helplessly against the brick, unable to find purchase on the floor a inches below. One of your hands pried at his arm while the other reached for his face or his neck or anything you could grab hold of that could cause enough pain to lot weaken his grip. Your breaths came up short, your lungs screamed for a sip of air.

“It looks like a little mousy lost her way,” he chuckled. “Now whatever am I going to do with you?”

Drool leaked from your mouth as you fought against your restraint and blurred vision. Your mind clawed for consciousness, your body begged for survival. You had come to terms that one day you could potentially meet your end at the hands of a villain, as does any hero in this field of work, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

You felt the obstruction in your mouth before you saw it. The thumb of his free hand pressed on your dancing tongue, drool pooling where he held it down firm. If the look in his eyes scared you before, now they were wild and carnal and more terrifying.

He first has his way with you with his hand still around your throat. He let up on his grip and was so gracious enough to let you wrap your legs around him while he impales you without a second thought.

He grunts. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You are no longer a virgin, but you’re sure you never experienced cock of this size, all the while without some form of foreplay. Granted, he used your drool to lubricate himself before sheathing himself deep in your gummy walls, the friction elicits a gasp of pain while from you as he moans and nips at your neck. Not long after he begins to thrust do you start sobbing, and soon after that he shoots inside of you, his cock twitching to unload what feels like everything he had. You hope it is over then. He would either kill you or leave you there broken physically and mentally. You find out soon enough it is neither.

“I’m gonna fuck you until your voice is gone from screaming my name, little mousy,” He gasps into your shoulder as the twitching finally ebbs and his release oozes down your thigh. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum until I am sure that when I leave you in this shithole, you will have a little part of me with you for the rest of your miserable life.”

And if there is one thing you can call Dabi, among the million curses and names you can conjure, you aren’t sure if you can call him a liar. For true to his word, albeit only partially, he comes into you, hard and relentless, two more times before starting once more. You are absolutely positive this goes against all modern male biology. But you guess, in a world with bizarre quirks, anything is possible.

Halfway through round four, you feels his fingers weave into your hair and, for a moment, you think Dabi just may capable of being passionate. Or, at the very minimum, maybe he thinks more of you than just a bucket for him to shoot his load in. This moment, you find, is fleeting as he yanks your head back and pulls you up until your back lies flat against his chest. He slowly pulls the zipper of your shirt down and grabs your breast callously, pinching your nipple hard until you cry out.

You can only imagine that he’s grown bored of your silence and complacency because his other hand reaches around until his fingers find your clit, exposed and hungry for some well-deserved stimulation. His fingers rub small circles against it, and you feel nauseated as you let out a moan, your pussy clenching desperately around him in newly kindled desire.

He hisses at your reaction, an obvious stamp of approval and continues flicking your bundle of nerves as he pumps in and out of you. “Say my name.”

Your mind, which, up until this point, had been lost in a sea of fog, finally breaks the surface. And it is pleading with you to not give in. He speeds up, each thrust hitting the right spot and oh no, oh no, it feels so fucking good.

“Say my name, little mouse.”

Your core coils tight with stimulation, the spring on the precipice of release with the pressure of his calloused fingers. The ache you had felt up until then is replaced with an immense pleasure that you haven’t felt in, let’s face it, ever. You stand on your toes to give him a better angle. Your hands searched for something to anchor onto. One mindlessly reaches above to grab onto his hair as he licks you, hot breath warming your already flush neck, the other latches onto your ignored breast.

“Say it.”

You bucked against him, almost there, almost there, so very close....

Until he becomes utterly and completely still.

“No, no. Please, Dabi! I need it. Fuck me, please Dabi!” You sob.

And with that, you feel a smirk form against your neck. He pulls out of you and before you can so much as whimper, he shoves you back onto a large crate. He grabs one leg and forces it up and over his shoulder as he penetrates you, holding your waist to keep you steady as he pumps in fast and hard. His hip bumps into your overstimulated clit with each thrusts and it nearly obliterates you. In this new position, his cock kisses your cervix and, if you ever had any semblance of control since being pounded into, it has all but disappeared.

“Dabi! I’m going to...Ah, shit, I’m gonna...”

As you begin convulsing, you hear his name, loud, hot and heavy, escape from your lips. Your release sends him over the edge, and he ruts into you.

Just as quickly, he slides out of you, places himself back into his pants and walks out with his hands in his pockets without a word before the cum can so much as leak out of you. You lay still and let the world refocus before you get up and go home. You come to realize that he didn’t so much as care if you came or not, and that the fact that you had was a happy coincidence on your part. What he was really aiming for was you to scream his name, just as he said you would. How little regard villains had felt about others left you in awe. Can you really go head to head against him or any other villain again?

You submit your resignation the next day.

And two months later, as you stand wide-eyed and frozen over the test exposing itself to you on the bathroom sink, you can finally confirm that Dabi is, in no way shape or form, a liar.

#dubious consent #no consent #ruttingseason #fan fiction #fanfiction #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #forced impreg #forcedsex #smut #dabi smut

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sunwitch · 4 years ago

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Wow hello…

WOW hello everyone! I’m not sure if anyone even remembers my small little blog! I’m not even quite sure how to say it, but I wanted to sincerely apologize for just randomly disappearing. I know it’s probably not much of a big deal, but I still feel the need to say that I’m sorry! It’s been 5 years so I’m not sure if anyone even remembers who I am, haha… But I still use a lot of ellipsis…

For so many years, I used this place as a bit of an escape. I would come here to look at pretty things and interact with people and post silly things; I felt like this was my one emotional outlet. This place saw me through many different ups and downs during high school and college. Eventually, I felt, in some ways, it was holding me back from growing up, if that makes sense… I realized I was doing so many silly embarrassing things and then would have all of these emotional outbursts on here without doing anything to fix my situation. Some of the things that I came here to avoid would bleed through to my supposedly safe online space, too, of course. When I stopped logging in, I literally just felt like disappearing and leaving this period of myself behind so I could move on from it and improve myself. It felt like leaving here was the only way I could do that, for some reason; I realize I gave this site way too much emotional meaning haha..

So leaving this place felt like taking a step towards maturing and taking more responsibility for myself and my happiness. I feel so different from the person I was when I last posted. I feel I’m much more confident, courageous, and mentally healthy/strong. I feel like I’ve learned so much and grown as a person over the years! I’ve come to appreciate my time here much more as an adult. Nowadays I sort of see this place as an archive of being 15-19, and I think it’s special that all those moments were captured, even if sometimes they were a bit silly… I like to look at this place as a time capsule, I can’t bear to delete it… It captured such an intense part of my life, and I truly treasure all of the positive memories I’ve made and the wonderful kind meetings I’ve had here with other people.

What was really special during my time here were all the little bonds that I was able to create. Just knowing that there were some people, out there, that would read my posts or message me when I felt like I had no one, was so incredibly meaningful to me… I can’t thank everyone enough for all of their positivity, support, kindness, and encouraging words, which helped me better myself as a person. I was always such a shy, awkward girl but this place encouraged me to interact with people and open myself up to new friendships. Other blogs I followed were constant sources of inspiration and motivation which pushed me to be more creative. Also just having this space that you could control and curate, that was all yours to do whatever you wanted with, that you could use to freely express yourself, was so special to me. I’m probably making tumblr way more meaningful than it ever intended to be but… here I am! To this day I’m still making overly emotional posts but oh well it’s just who i am :^) I just had this urge to come back here for a brief moment to say thank you to everyone who made my time here so special!

I sincerely, truly, hope everyone I’ve ever interacted with on here is doing well. I wish everyone nothing but happiness and success <3 thank you for taking the time if you read this little eulogy to my silly tumblr. If you’d ever like to talk more please feel free to message me or something! I was thinking about remaking a new blog but I don’t know, so much has changed, I feel like a grandma now. Anywho, sending everyone on here positivity, prosperity, and love <3

#random little update #thank you for reading if you did!

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ivushk · 3 years ago

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HELLO. MAY I PLEASE HEAR MORE OF YOUR VAMPIRE AU…. 👉👈

OH MY GOD I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Okay, SO. BUCKLE THE FUCKLE UP 'CUZ here's what I've got so far:

Nishiki and Kiryu are still orphans at Sunflower. They come from a tiny village just a few kilometres west from the orphanage. It's a very close and closed-off community. The boys' parents died in a fire when they were very little (which is a common theme for the kids at Sunflower and isn't that a crazy coincidence? *smiles mysteriously*), however the Nishikiyama family house wasn't as badly damaged as Kiryu's so it's just sitting there, waiting for its former residents to reclaim ownership as soon as they're able to (I imagine Kazama would help them with that).

In the next years it becomes a home for Nishiki, Yuko and Kiryu (and Yumi, too, though she feels like a visitor for the most part) in everything but name. It's their hangout spot, their "base of operations", their not-so-secret meeting place. When Yuko's health deteriorates so much that she can't stay at Sunflower anymore, the siblings actually properly move in to make arranging the doctor's visits easier.

It's Nishiki's 17th birthday and all three of them are celebrating and playing games and eating cake and having a good time at the edge of the woods not far from the Nishikiyama residence. They're young and loud and stupid (and ignoring the fact that several people went missing over the course of the last few months) and if Nishiki's heart beats a little too hard in his chest when Kiryu gives him his gift - a beautiful, heavy silver pendant on a slightly-worn leather cord - he doesn't think about it too much (and if he notices that Kiryu stares at him just a bit longer than usual without saying a single word but his gaze is so, so, SO fond-- he doesn't think about it either). (he leaves these kinds of thoughts for restless nights because thinking about his best friend in that way during the day... it hurts. the hurt is good sometimes but it's overwhelming).

They're drunk on the cheap beer they've smuggled from Gen-san's fridge and high on happiness. Unaware that the very same night it would all go crashing down.

At some point they all quiet down and go a little further into the woods than they normally would but no one pays any mind to that. And when suddenly their trio turns into a duo with the sudden absence of the birthday boy himself no one immediately starts panicking. He's been gone for ten minutes, twenty, half an hour. Kiryu tells Yuko to go back to the village, to gather everyone, make them start a search party or something while he keeps looking for her brother (the only things he'll find are the pendant he's gifted to Nishiki with the leather cord torn and the broken shards of his own hope). They never find him.

A year goes by and they hold a funeral for Nishikiyama Akira. Even though there's no body for them to bury. Yuko doesn't cry (she doesn't believe he's really dead). Neither does Kiryu (he used all of his tears up that night, the guilt choking him, and the night after that, and the night after that, and the night-). Yumi does, however. And the nice old lady who gave both Nishiki and Kiryu money for helping her do chores around the house. And the man who gave Nishikiyama a part-time job at his shop (to put at least something towards the cost of his sister's treatment, he felt so indebted to Kazama, and that debt weighed down on him). And a few of the girls and boys from Sunflower too.

Another two years pass. Kiryu moves away to the big city at the behest of Kazama. "It's important for you to continue your education," he says. ("It's important for you to move on," he keeps these words to himself). Kiryu really tries his best. Even makes a few friends (although he's still on the fence about whether he can actually call Oda his friend). It goes as well as it could have considering his circumstances. They say that time heals but Kazuma Kiryu never finds out if there's any truth to those words because he recieves a very short letter - an invitation, actually. To another funeral. But this time it's Yuko they're burying. This time they actually have a body to bury.

Tachibana offers his condolences. Oda offers him a ride to the village and back. Kiryu accepts both.

He can't help but compare this funeral to the last one he's been to. There are fewer people. Fewer tears, too. More flowers. It's quieter and feels something like closure (in truth, it's anything but). Yuko also left behind a will (more like a bunch of wishes since it wasn't an official document but the community decided to honour them anyway). Almost all of her possessions went to the kids from Sunflower, except for the Nishikiyama family house (which on paper actually belonged to Shintaro Kazama) which she left to Kiryu. He can't quite believe it when he hears it and feels his heart break under the onslaught of childhood memories. Still, he goes there later that evening. He finds that little has changed in the time he spent away from the house, from the village, from... all of this, really. There are the same pictures on the walls collecting only slightly less dust. The same books on the shelves and under the broken legs of the old pieces of furniture. The same medicine bottles and equipment in the bedroom, though doubled in quantity. Kiryu's not as devastated as he thought he'd be when he walks around what he used to call his home.

He goes through all the rooms, taking notes of every single thing he finds and every single thing he doesn't. He probably misses a bunch of things (he's not as good at that sort of thing, Nishiki's always had a much better eye for details). Once back outside, he looks for the secret stash they made back when they were teenagers. It's like going through a time capsule. There's a pack of cigarettes he and Nishiki once stole from the teacher's bag, copybooks filled with ugly doodles, dreams for the future and dried flowers and leaves, caps from soda bottles, rocks they thought looked cool, photos and birthday cards damaged by time and weather... the pendant Kiryu gave to Nishiki the last time they saw each other. And a small notebook Kiryu's never seen before. A diary of sorts, a recounting of their days together and their days apart. The handwriting is unmistakingly Yuko's.

It fills him with nostalgia, tears welling up in his eyes, unshed. His heart sinks when he finally reaches the pages where Yuko recounts the last few weeks before she-

She writes about her brother, which is understandable. What's less understandable is the fact that she speaks of him as though he was there, with her. Physically present. Kiryu could chalk it up to the girl being delusional in her dying moments but it doesn't feel right to do so. It's stupid, it's absolutely impossible, he's confused, he's hopeful, why would Yuko hide her notebook there?

The last page. A message. For Kiryu. "Please, Kazuma-kun, help my brother".

Against his better judgement, Kiryu decides to spend the night in the house. Sleep doesn't come to him but that's fine. He sits in the living room, trying to make sense of everything. He sits there until it's way past midnight, until the distant barking of the dogs quiets down, until the rustling of leaves stops, until the very air around him grows still and silent and somehow charged with strange energy. And then he hears it. Three uncertain taps against the window. Kiryu turns his head. It's him.

"Kiryu... Let me in. Please."

He does, without thinking. (He could never very well say no to Nishiki. Even if it got them both in trouble. Even if he's not real.)

The quiet is deafening. It really is him. His best friend (whom he thought dead). His kyoudai. Before Nishiki could say anything, Kiryu wraps him in a tight hug. The only heartbeat between them is Kiryu's own, thundering against his ribs. Nishikiyama doesn't let the hug last, putting some distance between them. He looks guilty, tired; looks at Kiryu with sadness, with longing and something else that he can't quite decipher yet (and it makes him scared but why?). Nishiki also looks older than Kiryu remembers. Not a 17-year-old boy anymore, no. About the same age that Kiryu is now.

Has his gaze always been so sharp? Have his fangs always been this pronounced?

They talk until their throats are hoarse. Until Nishiki pulls out a bottle with some liquid that smells strongly of iron and drinks from it and in that moment Kiryu believes everything his friend has told him. It's crazy, but he does.

Nishiki was abducted that night. Taken from them. By vampires. They hurt him. Forced him to fight other humans (just like him then) for his survival. They fed on him.

It went on and on and on... Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. Only thoughts of Yuko, and Kiryu, and Yumi kept him going. He wanted to see them again. He hoped he would. That hope was crushed when Nishikiyama met his match in the arena. No, not his match. Someone far stronger. He lost and was tossed out to die. But another vampire saved him. It was a woman, whose face he saw often among the spectators of his fights. She stood out from the crowd, since she never cheered for any of the humans. Never put any bets. Only looked at all that madness with quiet horror. "Reina" she said her name was.

She gave Nishiki blood. Her own blood, and the blood of the vampires that were much stronger and more powerful than her (but not wiser), and human blood.

He turned and it was even worse than the years of anguish he had experienced. The pain and constant thirst almost drove him mad until he was taught to deal with them.

Nishiki was given a second chance. He escaped. And ever since that moment he's been trying his damndest to help other victims of those monsters. Both, the poor imprisoned souls and the villagers who might have shared his fate otherwise.

THAT CONCLUDES MY MAD RAMBLINGS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT THAT WELL

also i don't remember the last time i wrote this much in one sitting and i'm tireeeeeed. i'm not cut out to be a writer and it shows nghghghhhhhh

but! but! but! i have a couple thoughts on where the story goes:

kiryu decides to stay in the village and help nishiki

they uncover the vampires evil plans and recruit a few other characters to fight on the side of JUSTICE (i.e. kazama, who up to that point has been kind of in cahoots with the vamps - hence trying to atone by means of creating the Sunflower orphanage; kashiwagi; yumi; reina; tachibana and oda; majima, and yeah he was actually the one that defeatead nishiki and unknowingly caused him to become a vampire, also majima himself turns into a vampire later in the story thanks to a certain mad simp nishitani)

yuko comes back as a vampire

at some point the scene from my fanart happens; something along the lines of kiryu and nishiki being found by the evil vamps and being attacked. then of course nishiki saves kiryu (who's still baffled that this shit is happening to them and vampires are REAL) and tells him to run which he doesn't but it works out fine in the end

the scene of nishiki drinking kiryu's blood is a MUST because i. love. that. shit. (it's also extremely horny dfjvhsdkfhiasdfhisd)

nishiki's personality is somewhere in between his ykz0 and ykz k*wami self (like, he's much colder now but he still cares about others and does things not just for the sake of his own ambition)

idk about the end but immortal boyfriends? sounds nice?

#i'm so sorry anon this took so long #i went to bed and slept for like 12 hours and then my neck and back were really bothering me ghjklkjljfkjg #i had to take a few smoke breaks along the way #writing shit is hard #OKAY I'M DONE WITH EXCUSES SORRYYYYY #nishikiryu #yakuza #vampire!au #ask

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mca-attack21 · 5 years ago

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The Sacrifice

Hi guys, this was an interesting concept that I thought I would try out. I haven’t quite decided if I want to leave it as a stand-alone or add a second part. Anyways, grab your bow-ties and enjoy!

You had gone on so many incredible adventures with The Doctor. As a side-effect, you had often been placed in dangerous situations, but you were never truly scared because you always knew that the Doctor would come for you. You knew that at the end of the day, everything was going to be okay because that was who he was, the man who saved the universe. You loved him with all of your heart and you chose willingly to put your faith in him.

But this time was different. This time you were absolutely terrified.

The Doctor and you had traveled to a planet to waste some time as Amy and Rory were ‘honeymooning’ in Amsterduke. You would never pass up a chance for one on one time with the Doctor and were excited to see what the day would bring.

And everything was going great, at least until the two of you were captured. When you woke up, you were being held in some type of pod. You couldn’t move to even begin to try to get out. You saw that across the room the Doctor was strapped down to some sort of table, the aliens were hovering over his seemingly unconscious body.

“Why are you doing this?” you yelled gaining their attention.

“We have been waiting for centuries to find someone with time vortex energy to use as a stabilizer. He refused us, so we are going to take away his option to disagree with us by making him autonomous,” one of the creatures said bluntly.

“What does that mean?” you asked already afraid of the answer.

“We will end his independent brain function, and put his body in a permanent state of homeostasis. But don’t worry, he won’t feel it.”

“You’re going to kill him!” you yelled.

“We have no other choice. But don’t worry, as he stabilizes the ruptures in time, his existence will be rewritten, you will not remember him,” the creature tried to reason.

Your mind rushed as you realized what it had just said and with complete confidence you said, “Use me.”

“What?” the creature, who you later learned was the leader, asked.

“I am covered with vortex energy, and am entirely willing, let me take his place,” you pleaded.

“Stop, what you are doing,” he order those that were working on the Doctor. He then turned back towards you. “You would be erased from time like you never existed.”

“I know, please, just let me take his place.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because he is the most important man, the last of his kind, the savior of the universe. Killing him would devastate the world, but me? It wouldn’t even leave a mark.”

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“More than anything in this world,” you answered sincerely.

“Okay, we will test you, if you are compatible we will make the trade and let him go free, you have my word.”

With that, you were escorted to another room where a female came in and ran tests.

“You are very brave,” she said.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry, we can make it to where you will never feel it.”

“What if you don’t? What if I want to stay cognizant? To be able to remember everything?”

“You would be in agonizing pain, why would you want that?”

“Because then I wouldn’t lose him.”

“It would ultimately be up to you, though I wouldn’t recommend it.”

The tests came back and it was confirmed that you were compatible. The leader came back in and said that it was the most honorable thing to make a sacrifice for love. He asked if there was anything that you wanted to do before they put you in the capsule. You asked him for the chance to say goodbye to the Doctor and the ability to make a phone call to assure he’d be taken care of afterward. He agreed.

As you were led back to the room, you tried to prepare yourself. You knew that you could never tell him what you were about to do. He would try to talk you out of it, but the leader had been clear that it was you or the Doctor. If you tried to escape, he would kill you both and after what you witnessed earlier, you knew that he could. You took comfort in the fact that the Doctor wouldn’t remember any of this. You knew that if he did he would blame himself and it would absolutely tear him apart. But it was okay because he never would.

You put a brave face on and pushed the door open. The doctor was now sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He still looked awful, but managed to shoot you a weak smile as you entered.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you saved me, they are letting us go,” the Doctor said.

“Well, I figured it was my turn. You’re always saving me,” you replied taking a seat beside him. ‘But not this time’ you thought.

“I just need about an hour to recover and then we can go back to the TARDIS and forget any of this ever existed.”

Those words hurt you and you hadn’t really realized that you’d started crying until the Doctor reached up to wipe your tears.

“Y/n? What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just glad that you’re okay. I was scared for a minute there,” you answered.

‘Even if that means that I will never see you again’

“Come on Y/n, I’ll always be okay as long as I’ve got you,” he promised.

This sentence brought more tears, which caused him to pull you into his arms with a painful inhale. You had to remind yourself that this was the only way. It was either you or him. And he would be fine, he wouldn’t remember you, he’d still have the Ponds and River. He would still be the Doctor, alive to fight another day.

Without really thinking, you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he whispered into your hair.

The two of you stayed like that until there was a knock on the door signaling that your time was up. You felt like it wasn’t enough time, but you knew deep down that no amount of time could have ever felt like it was enough.

“That’s my cue, I have to go check on something. Just stay here and rest up,” you faked a reassuring smile.

“Oh, okay,” the Doctor said with confusion in his voice. He could tell that something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

You gave him a tight squeeze and in a moment of weakness you kissed him. You hadn’t even really meant to do it, but something inside of you took over. The Doctor was slightly caught off guard, but happy nonetheless. Another knock was heard at the door and you pulled away, leaving the Doctor with a slight pout.

You walked towards the door, knowing better than to turn around and look at him again. He mistakenly took this for embarrassment over the kiss.

“Was I that bad?” he joked, longing for you to smile over your shoulder and laugh.

But as you refused to look at him, he realized that it was something else. You hesitated for a moment as you reached the door and said, “Goodbye Doctor, thanks for the adventures,” and without missing a beat exited the room.

“Wait? What do you mean goodbye? Y/n?” he asked trying to push himself to his feet ignoring the aching in his muscles and the fire in his lungs. He watched as the door shut behind you and tried to force it open. His hearts sank as he realized that his feeling that something was wrong was being confirmed. He forced himself over to his suit jacket to get his sonic, knowing deep down that he was running out of time. But it wasn’t there, someone must’ve taken it.

He was starting to panic, he was trapped in here while you were out there. He wasn’t there to protect you. He was also incredibly frustrated as he now knew that you were hiding something from him, him. That could only mean that you were about to do something incredibly stupid, something that you didn’t think he’d be able to fix, something you didn’t want him to see. A tear rolled down his cheek, that wasn’t your decision to make. He forced himself back over to the door, and tried to open it. The exertion eventually came to much and he sunk down with his back against the wall. He felt so helpless, this was all his fault. And for the first time in a very long time, the Doctor cried. But even as the tears fell, he started to forget why he was crying.

By the time the door opened, he was surprised to see who entered. For it was the woman who perplexed him endlessly. The one he was pretty sure that he was going to marry someday.

“Hello Sweetie,” River said with a smile, though he saw the sadness in her eyes, but, he knew better than to ask. Spoilers.

“River? What happened? Where am I? Where are the Ponds?”

“Amy and Rory are on a honeymoon adventure in Amsterduke. You decided to come here and waste some time, but bit off a little more than you could chew. Your captors almost killed you, but it’s okay, everything has been handled. Should we go find the TARDIS?” she asked pitching him his sonic.

“Of course,” he said, though he had this strange feeling that something was missing.

River grabbed his coat, which he gratefully accepted. Something was missing, where was his bow-tie? Oh well, he had plenty more in the TARDIS. Though he couldn’t help but feel a bit out of sorts. The two of them made their way back to the TARDIS and the Doctor made himself some tea to help his body rebalance itself. When he returned to the console room, he was surprised at River’s unusually quiet demeanor.

“So, aren’t you going to ask where we are this time? Pull out our diaries, do the whole nine yards?” the Doctor asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, of course,” she said smile brightening her face. River knew how to put on an act for him. She was practically the only person alive who knew what had actually happened that day. But she could never tell him, time didn’t work like that. If there was any chance of getting you back, the Doctor would have to remember you for himself.

#doctor who #11th Doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #eleven #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor imagine #eleventh doctor imagines #eleventh doctor x you #doctor who imagine #doctor who imagines #doctor who x reader #doctor who x you #dw #dw fandom #DW fanfic

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wizardofrozz · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Pair

Warnings: swearing, mention of past trauma, mention of past abuse, mention of past violence, violence, angst, smut +18!!

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: There is mention of past child abuse in this chapter, PLEASE be aware and read at your own risk!!

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Chapter 4: New York on its Knees

(Violet)

I found my way to the top of Stark Tower easily; Loki was standing at the edge of the building, looking out at New York. The doctor stood in front of the machine he built; his head snapped towards me, a blue hue swirling in his eyes. “Are you ready?” I giggled as I got closer to Loki. “More than ever,” Loki shot me an evil smile. “The machine is ready, sir,” the doctor said behind us. Loki walked over as the doctor started the machine before shoving the blue cube into the beam of light that intensified. I followed the beam as it rose when finally a portal opened about us, the Chitauri army starting to spill out into New York. “I’m going to keep the Avengers busy, my dear,” I smirked, meeting his bright green eyes. I noticed that his eyes were taking on a slightly blue tint the longer I watched, but I ignored the shiver that ran down my spine. “No, stay with me,” Loki commanded. “Watch New York fall from our lovely view,” he smirked. “You found my target,” I raised an eyebrow. “Of course, darling, someone should be paying him a visit right about now,” Loki moved his eyes back to the chaos unfolding. “Bring him here,” I snapped, turning to walk away from the edge. “As you wish,” Loki said. I watched in awe as the building around us crumbled, the screams of civilians filling the air; curse this useless planet for hiding my father all these years. Then, off in the distance, I saw one of the bikes barreling towards the roof, a familiar shape hanging from the back; the minion dropped the man onto the roof before taking off again. “Hello, Father,” I snarled as I circled him. Loki’s head snapped towards me, realizing he didn’t know who I had sent him after. “V-Violet?” my father whispered. “What don’t you recognize me anymore? Did I get too big for your preferences, so you just forgot what I looked like all together?” I spat at him. “Preferences?” Loki’s voice broke my trance, his tone the softest it’s been all day. “Don’t worry, dear,” I winked before I landed a kick to my father’s shoulder, sending him flying back. “Vi,” Loki’s hand on my arm stopped me. “What are you talking about?” his now deep emerald eyes searching my face for answers. “Loki dear, Earth isn’t the only place that fathers like to touch their little girls. Asgard has their fair share as well,” I growled, ripping my arm free. I stalked over to my father, who was on his back, staring at the sky, tears falling. “I’m sorry, I was a weak man,” my father sobbed. “Weak! You were cruel!” a dry laugh left my mouth. “I want you to feel all the pain I dealt with; you are the reason I’m this way,” my face was inches from his. I watched his expression change; his face smoothed out as he realized he was getting no sympathy from Loki or myself. “You’re not biologically my daughter. It could’ve been worse,” any fake sorrow had left his face now. “Ah yes, my mother being forced to carry me gave you the right to violate me! Pig,” I spit in his face, slamming a knife into his shoulder. He screamed out in pain, reaching to pull the blade from his shoulder, but I threw a smaller knife at his forearm, causing him to scream out again. “You don’t get away that easy,” I chuckled, blood lust taking over. “Vile creature,” he choked out. “This vile creature will be your undoing,” I smiled at him, using my magic to hold him in place. A knife materialized in my hand with a crackle of purple-tinted energy. I slowly drug the tip of the blade across his chest, applying enough pressure that he hissed sharply as I moved. I spent the next few minutes carving into my disgrace of a father, letting his screams fill my head, chase off the memories of my screams. I could feel eyes boring into my back; I threw a small dagger perfectly at my father’s throat, blood instantly flowing. I stepped closer, kneeling in front of him; I watched the life slip away, any light in his eyes dulling as his body went limp. Loki was standing stunned, a few feet away, watching as I walked to the edge of the building. “Fuck, the Avengers are taking down more and more soldiers,” I groaned. “Darling,” Loki offered. “Not now, I will tell you…one day,” I mumbled, the corner of my mouth pulling up at an attempt at a smile. He seemed to accept that before looking at the Avengers mowing down the army; Loki grunted in frustration. “Shut it down, doctor!” A woman with striking red hair stood on the edge of the building. I caught her glance over the edge to the balcony below. “Go take care of whoever’s on the balcony; I can only assume it’s your dear brother. I’ll take her,” I smiled. Loki disappeared quickly; I turned my gaze to the woman making her way to the machine, stalking towards her. “Ah, you’re a new face,” she said, mirroring my steps. “Hm, I guess I was doing my job well,” I smiled wickedly. I reached out, forming my magic around her throat, squeezing as I lifted her from the ground; her eyes bulged, not realizing I could use magic. “Oh, you didn’t know I had magic,” I giggled. “No!” electricity pulsed through me momentarily, causing me to drop the woman. I struggled to my feet, finding the God of Thunder standing on the roof now, too. I franticly looked for Loki until my eyes landed on a slight disturbance to my right; he was shielding himself. “Thor, how wonderful to see you again,” I smiled, moving in front of Loki, even though no one could see him. “Again?” his brows pulled together, taken back. “I haven’t revealed this to your brother yet either, but I’m surprised neither of you recognized me. It has been a long time though,” I flipped a knife in my hand. I felt Loki’s presence behind me, towering over me; I knew he was more concerned about why I knew them and not his brother attacking us. “What do you mean?” Loki’s voice was rough behind me. “I don’t expect you to remember, but how do you think I’m so strong?” I turned my head slightly so I could see Loki too. “Mother,” the brothers said together. “Bingo, your mother knew I’m similar to Loki. She offered to teach me, we met often, but I was a commoner at that point,” I shrugged. Thor’s posture changed, his vast shoulders slumped forward some, trying to recall memories, his blue eyes spaced out; Loki was staring at me, eyes wide. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, dear, but I wasn’t sure how,” I cocked my head to the side, shrugging. “Enough! Surrender,” Thor shouted, standing taller again. Loki snapped out of his trance, stepping up to stand next to me, ready for a fight. “Run, they can take me. Just make sure you come back for me,” I winked at Loki. “No, are you insane? They aren’t taking either of us!” he whispered harshly. “Oh yes, they are, now go,” I pushed him away, flinging magic at Thor, sending him stumbling back. “No!” Loki yelled this time. “Promise you’ll come to my rescue,” I looked at him, he narrowed his eyes, but I knew he’d come for me. I grabbed his arm and pushed him back, thinking of the rooms we were staying in, and watched him disappear. “Where did he go!” Thor’s voice echoed around me. “I have no idea,” I smiled, stalking closer to him. “Surrender, you won’t beat me,” Thor yelled. I rolled my head around a few times and shrugged, raising my hands in surrender before falling to my knees. “You got me,” I smirked at the dumbfounded look on the god’s face. Before I could say anything else, lightning pulsing through my body, I clenched my teeth before it was too much, and the world went black. /// My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights above me; I sat up and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. “Ah, you’re awake,” the aggravating red head from the roof stood outside the capsule. “You’re interesting,” I cocked my head to the side. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” she raised an eyebrow, walking closer. “Wonderful, why don’t you tell me who you are?” I asked her, walking closer to the glass. “I’m the Black Widow; they sent me to check on you,” she paced on the walkway. “Hm, lovely name,” I cooed. I sat down on the floor in front of the glass and watched her, studying her movements; she moved with precision, no missteps. “You’re skilled, yet you underestimated me when we first met. I’m slightly surprised,” I continued to watch her move. “No one knew you existed; you were very good at keeping it that way. Loki too,” she smiled slightly. My chest tightened at his name, making me think this was a bad idea; part of me hoping he was so angry he left me here to rot. “Ah, there it is,” she pointed at me before leaving me. I rolled my eyes and pushed my conscious away, following behind her, unseen. I emerged into a room with the Avengers sitting around a table, waiting for Black Widow to return. “What did she say?” Thor said from across the table. “Nothing much,” the red head sat at the table with a sigh. “But she said something?” a broad blonde man turned to look at her. “Nat spit it out. I’m getting impatient,” Ironman said, his suit disappearing as he walked closer. “Loki, I’m sure he’s coming for her,” the woman named Nat finally said. “Her surrender was too easy,” Thor shook his head. “So we can assume Loki will be trying to sneak in for her,” the blonde man spoke again, rubbing his hand across the star on his broad chest. I moved back towards my body, seeing Loki pressing buttons on the console near the capsule I was in; all the tension in my shoulders released at the sight of him. “Loki,” I whispered, his head snapped up. “Keep them busy,” he jerked his head in the direction of the Avengers. I pushed my conscious back to where they were still talking, forming a solid projection of myself. “Well, get security on high alert,” Thor sighed; he lifted his head, and his eyes fell on me. “How?” he raised his hammer towards me. “Oh, don’t mind me, just eavesdropping,” I chuckled; all the Avengers pushed away from the table. “How did you get out?” the blonde addressed me this time. “She’s not,” Thor narrowed his eyes at me. “My brother has taught you well,” he rolled his eyes. “Vi?” I heard Loki’s voice. I winked at the Avengers before snapping back to my body, Loki standing outside the now, open door to the strange capsule. “Hello dear, took you long enough,” I said, getting to my feet before walked towards him. As I stepped through the door, Loki’s hand grabbed my throat, slamming me into the glass, his teeth bared. “Don’t you dare disobey me again,” he snarled in my face. “Or what?” I growled back. He squeezed my throat tighter, anger radiating off him; for a moment, I assumed he was going to kill me, and all I could do was smile. “You fucking devil,” he spat, dropping me. I sucked in fresh air as he walked away from me, a chuckle leaving my lips. “You think this is funny!” he finally yelled. “Hilarious,” I croaked. A feral growl erupted from Loki’s chest as he stalked back to me, picking me up by the throat again, holding me above him in midair; I grabbed his wrist, taking some of the pressure off my throat so I could talk. “I should kill you with my bare hands,” he snarled at me again, rage bubbling in his eyes. “Do it,” I said through clenched teeth. “I saved you; you got away. I assumed I’d rot here, isn’t that what you want!” I spat down at him. A rage-fueled roar left his lips as he blinked us back to where I threw him hours ago before he threw me at the wall. My body slammed into the wall of his room, my head feeling light, star clouding my vision. “You stupid little witch!” he screamed at me. “Oh, I’m stupid? Well, it looked like my plan worked. Look at that; we both made it out alive and free!” I screamed back at him, pushing myself off the ground. Pure rage leaked from every pore in his body. I could feel it in the air; he lumbered across the room until he was right in front of me. “I hate you,” he seethed. I stood toe to toe with him, staring into his blazing green eyes; his hand closed around my throat, again, and this time I was sure he was going to throw me out the window. Instead, his lips slammed into mine, catching me off guard; I immediately kissed him back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling roughly. A growl deep in his chest lit a fire inside me; Loki slammed me into the window, pressing his hard body against me as our tongues fought for dominance. His free hand roughly grabbed my waist, pulling me close, no doubt leaving bruises behind as his mouth moved to my neck; I moaned when he bit down hard on my shoulder. I let go of his hair, gripping his shoulder as I jumped; he caught me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands found my ass as he continued biting and sucking on my neck. Breathy moans left my mouth every time his teeth grazed my skin; he effortlessly carried me to the bed, dropping me. I reached for him, needing more, but he slapped my hand away, rage still fueling him. I narrowed my eyes, grabbing his pants, pulling him closer, and this time his hand came down across my face, hard and sharp; he grabbed my chin, bringing his face very close to mine. “I run the show,” he growled. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. The stinging in my cheek was forgotten as I watched Loki tear my clothes apart, his mouth moving over any bit of skin he could. I fought with his armor, fumbling to get the leather off, needing to feel his skin. “Damnit,” I mumbled, getting no closer to removing his armor. Loki grunted, still tearing away my jump suit; with a snap of his fingers, I watched his clothing crawl away from his skin. Finally, Loki freed me of the constricting suit, and we lay pressed together; our slightly cooler than normal skin connected everywhere but the most important place. Loki grabbed my throat again, pulling my lips to his, wasting no time pushing his tongue past my lips. His free hand hungrily tore at my underwear, quickly removing the last piece of clothing between us; I gasped into his mouth when he lined his cock up, already pushing forward. A pornographic-sounding moan fell from my lips as Loki continued to fill me; we panted together when he finally fully sheathed. The hand around my throat fell away, but he still hadn’t started moving yet; I slowly opened my eyes, meeting Loki’s green ones. The rage and lust filling his eyes were borderline terrifying but sent a jolt of pleasure across my skin. “Move, please,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “If I don’t?” he shot back. “I guess you suffer too,” I quipped, keeping my gaze locked with his. He growled low in his chest but roughly snapped his hips into mine, punching the air from my lungs. He paused for a few seconds before pounding into me at an unforgiving pace; his thrusts slammed into my g-spot so aggressively, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I gasped when I was suddenly weightless; Loki pressed my back into the wall next to the bed, his thrusts never slowing. The moans leaving my lips increased in volume as Loki continued his relentless pace; my back slid down the wall slightly, causing Loki to, somehow, hit deeper. “F-fuck,” Loki moaned, fucking into me harder. I could feel the heat in my stomach intensifying as my orgasm approached; Loki noticed and snaked one of his hands between us, tracing tight circles against my clit as his cock pulsed inside me. His thrust lost their rhythm as he neared his orgasm, his moans pulling me along with him. Out of nowhere, Loki moved me away from the wall slamming my back down on the bed as he spilled his seed deep inside me; I came screaming for him as soon as my back hit the bed. Loki stayed seated inside me as we tried to catch our breath, bringing ourselves back to reality. He pulled out of me but didn’t crawl onto the bed. “Vi.” “Y-yeah,” I stuttered through a ragged inhale. Eventually, the bed dipped next to me as Loki stretched out next to me, pulling me onto the bed farther. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, anger still swimming below the surface; he leaned down, pulling me closer to his chest, our faces only inches apart. No matter how intense the anger was that I felt towards Loki, I couldn’t bring myself to move away from him, my body aching to be close to him. “Don’t make me regret leaving you alive. Prove it wasn’t a mistake when we go back tomorrow,” he growled. “We have to go back,” my brain fighting through the post-orgasm haze, trying to grasp his words. “Well, I lost the tesseract due to your need for rescuing,” his nostrils flared slightly. “I didn’t expect you to come for me,” I sat up abruptly, regretting it instantly. Loki tried to steady me, but I ripped my arm away from him, shakily getting to my feet. “And just know, I don’t care what you do to me; I’m not going to blindly follow you,” I shot over my shoulder, the lust-filled haze wearing off. “You truly expected me to leave you there?” Loki asked, propped up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow at me. “Why not? All I’ve ever been to you is a royal pain in the ass,” I laughed dryly, looking for clothes to put on. “Yes, but I wouldn’t leave you to rot,” he shot back. I pulled an oversized t-shirt on and walked into the bathroom, seeing the slightly red mark from where Loki struck my face. I rolled my eyes slightly, trying to ignore the sensation between my legs, thinking about it. “Surprised me. You even fuck me like you hate me,” I snorted, fixing my hair. He appeared in the doorway, watching me; I glanced at him but continued trying to tame my hair. “I don’t hate you. More times than not, I kind of like you,” he stood behind me now, his head leaning to one side. “You push my buttons on a new level, make me want to kill you. Drive me to the brink of insanity, but hate you, no. On the contrary, I care for you in a way I’ve only ever experienced once,” he whispered, eyes still roaming over me. “I know what you mean,” I sighed. “I want to hate you, despise you, but I don’t. It’s a very odd feeling I have towards you Loki,” I looked down at the sink. “We’re pretty fucked up. You know that, right?” I caught his green eyes through the mirror. “Let’s get some sleep,” his lips pulling into a tight line on his face, pulling me towards my bed again. I fell into bed, Loki hugging me to his chest, and I fell into a dead sleep listening to his strong heartbeat.

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Series Masterlist | Chapter 5

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