#she was indeed nice in the basket

[lina-and-lilly]

Found this old picture of the babies

[smutoperator]

Bunny Wants Carrot

Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Tags: aegyo, (a little) armpit fucking, breeding kink, costume, couch sex, crazy riding, creampie, daddy kink, deepthroating, easter, high heels, lube, multiple orgasms, object insertion, slippery, sloppy blowjob, squirting, thong

Word count: 5023

Your Easter hasn't really been very enjoyable. Away from home for business in Korea, without your family to celebrate, it just seemed like you were going to have the worst holiday possible. You woke up tired and just wanted to go home as soon as possible, leaving the apartment the company you work for rented for you in Seoul to get some fresh air and leaving the door wide open in the process because you just didn't care anymore about it.

As you returned to it, you found a beautiful, tall, and young girl inside it, placing some little Easter eggs along the furniture and jumping up and down on high heels wearing a skimpy rabbit costume that fully displayed her perfect long legs and her skinny body.

"Who are you?" you asked, baffled by the scene you had just watched, seeing that tall girl bending over and wiggling her bunny "tail" and taking some eggs from her basket to place all over your apartment. Her thong was so small, you could see the lips of her pink pussy popping out of it already.

"I'm Jang Wonyoung, but for today, you can call me Cherry," she replied in perfect English to you, making you wonder how she even knew you spoke the language. "I'm just a young Easter bunny searching for something on this special day," she continued.

"Get out of my..." You couldn't even finish the sentence. "Shhhh," Wonyoung said. "I'm not getting out; you've got something I want," she continued, pushing you forward until she shoved your body into the couch. For such a skinny girl, she was really strong.

"What do you want?" you asked, still confused as Wonyoung got on her knees and ran her hands on your already exposed torso, giving you a kiss shortly after, before moving down and repeating the move on your crotch area. "You know there is that myth that bunnies like carrots," she said. "Well, that's actually true for me. But I like a different kind of carrot," Wonyoung continued. "One that can get hard even on cold days like today, like the one you've got between your legs, daddy," she kept going, pulling your underwear down and unveling your throbbing morning wood.

Wonyoung got wowed by the size of your cock, her eyes getting bright in a snap once she saw it, her face making devilish and naughty expressions already. "Nice carrot you got up there, Daddy. Don't you want to feed it to a needy, hungry bunny like me?" she asked. You were still asleep and confused by what was going on, but on a shitty day like today, you wouldn't say no to a free blowjob by a stranger.

Wonyoung pulled your undies down a bit and grabbed your shaft, giving you a sexy stare. As she just put the tip in her mouth, you already knew you would be in for a long ride, as her little, sloppy spits and warm mouth already had your tip throbbing.

"Damn, that's so good. For how long have you been doing this?" you asked out of curiosity. "Not much, daddy; I'm only 19, but I'm a very quick learner," she said, bragging about her cock-sucking skills. And indeed, you could attest that Wonyoung was a blowjob prodigy at such a young age, as she was already sucking the soul out of your cock with just a few licks.

Wonyoung started running her tongue over your shaft, paying special attention to the tip. You groaned and held your breath, as, despite being a total stranger, she seemed to already know which spots of your dick were the most sensitive. She followed it with a sloppy tip-sucking, putting not even a third of your cock in her mouth and slowly teasing you, increasing the pace as she turned the top third of your shaft wet, later adding her hands to jerk it off. It was truly the loudest blowjob a girl had ever given you, as Wonyoung got noisy every time her throat touched any part of your cock.

Wonyoung fully takes your underwear off, giving you a big smile as she gets on all fours and throats your cock harder, this time going halfway in and increasing the speed of her jerkoffs. You can't resist anymore and start to push up, trying to fuck her doll-esque face. Little do you know, this is the favorite move of everyone who gets to have their cocks inside her mouth, so she's already extremely prepared for it and barely flinches, just tucking her hair a little and closing her eyes as she loves that tip hitting the palate of her mouth.

As a matter of fact, after a while, Wonyoung bobs her head down your cock faster than you can up her mouth. As you make her gag, she gets even crazier, attacking your cock at full speed as her pussy is already dripping wet and she jiggles her little bunny tail. "Ohhhhh. Shitttt," you give an enlongated groan even though she has barely taken your cock deep into her throat yet, moving instead to lick your shaft sideways.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it," you say as soon as Wonyoung gives you the first deepthroat. A little precum flows out of your cock, and you wonder how you just didn't blow your whole load at that point already. You start counting to 10, but once the count reaches zero, you have to reset and do it all over again, as Wonyoung stays with your sword stuck deep in her throat for a good 20 seconds before she finally gags. "Holy shit, it's a magic bunny," you say, praising her insane cock-sucking powers.

You pray to God to rescue you on the day he resurrected, but he won't answer your prayers. You'll be going straight to hell for daring to get your cock sucked by a bunny that came out of nowhere to drain your balls. And the more you pray, the harder Wonyoung moves, craving that long, hard carrot up her mouth as she gets increasingly louder.

"Oh shit," you say as Wonyoung starts kissing and licking your shaft frenetically and gives you a begging stare before going back to attack your tip while twisting your cock with both hands. Your left leg starts to tremble as Wonyoung savors that carrot nonstop. "Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm," she moans between all that insane sucking of hers.

Wonyoung bounces her ass up and down, perhaps teasing you about something as she now finally takes your cock full length in her mouth. Her pussy lips are already throbbing, as they are right between the strings of her white bunny thong. You dunk Wonyoung's head on your cock, wanting her to deepthroat it forever even as your groans get more frequent and louder. She's truly a master of deepthroating; no matter the size of a cock, it all disappears under her perfect mouth.

"Can I see those titties?" you ask Wonyoung as soon as she finishes the blowjob. "Of course, daddy," she says, pushing the straps of her bunny lingerie to the side and showing her perky little tits. You really enjoy how soft they are and how you can cover them fully on your hands as you grab them by the bottom and lower your head to suck them off, starting with Wonyoung's right boob.

"Whoooa!" Wonyoung moans as you put your mouth on her tits, reaching under her panties to start masturbating herself. That incites your curiosity as you pull her thong to the side to finally see what her perfect pull looks like, with her dangling lips already ready to take your cock inside it. Wonyoung lets out an Aegyo-esque moan as you do it before asking. "How bad do you want to get inside this little pussy, Daddy?" "Very bad," you say as you softly place your hands on it and make Wonyoung feel like she has ascended to the heavens with just that little touch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh," Wonyoung moans as you two get the perfect chemistry and world fully in sync, your right hand touching her pussy while her right hand still masturbates your cock. She starts moving up and down with her body and closes her eyes, dreaming of sitting on your dick as soon as possible. But first, she has to survive your fingers working all over her wet cunt, turning the floor her high heels step on very slippery and dangerous.

Wonyoung moans get more childish as you increase the pace of fingering her clit, with her responding in the same manner with your cock. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moans as her pussy keeps squirting all over your hands and her little boobs get bouncier. "Daddy makes this baby bunny cum so good," she says, turning her head and looking back at you as she gives you a kiss.

"Wait, daddy, what are you doing? It's already very slippery down here," Wonyoung says as you pick up a bottle of lube from her egg case and pour most of it on her tits and armpits, then move down and pour the rest of it in her belly and pussy. "Oh, I like that daddy," she said as you started rubbing her tits and getting them shinier before going back down to her pussy and making her squirt further on the floor, which led her to start to bounce out of excitement.

You place your cock between her bra straps and start fucking her clean armpits while also touching her tits as she slaps your cock in them. "Daddy likes those pits and titties?" she asks. "Yes, I do, but I like that pink pussy better; I want you to sit it down that cock, please," you told her.

"Yes, daddy, as you wish, baby bunny will sit in that carrot and ride it as you please," Wonyoung replied, shaking her "tail" as her cunt was already dripping before even going down that cock. "Give me that pussy," you commanded her. "Daddy is really impatient; let baby Bunny work on that cock a little bit more," Wonyoung replied as she still twisted your shaft and prepared it for penetration.

Wonyoung advanced a couple steps and sat on your cock at once, spreading her long legs. "OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD," she moaned as your full length impaled her pink pussy, but quickly settled down and started violently bouncing on it. "Fuck, daddy, that big cock is so perfect for my tiny little pussy," she said, moaning louder at each bounce, with no caution whatsoever to wake up your neighbors on this sacred holiday.

You were really impressed at the speed at which Wonyoung rode your cock, and she was doing it in full motion, going all the way up before smashing it all the way back down. "Those young girls are already full-fledged sluts by the time they turn 18, aren't they?" you thought to yourself, and yes, that was definitely the case with Wonyoung, as she kept giving you aegyo-esque moans each time she finished a bouncing move on that big dick.

"I'm a baddie for Daddy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ummmmmm," Wonyoung said between more moans as she kept smashing your cock nonstop; her appetite just seemed endless. One carrot was just not enough for that hungry bunny, but she would take it regardless.

Wonyoung started rotating on your cock, adding even more pressure as her vaginal walls smashed your shaft from all angles. You quickly found yourself regretting your words. If Wonyoung's blowjob was already tough to handle, her riding was 10 times harder to resist, as her pussy was extremely tight and wet, and she knew how to use it even better. 

Wonyoung just twisted your cock like a little toy, gyrating on it while bouncing mid-air. At that point, you had already outlasted most men when they got inside her, as 95% of them were done after just a minute. Once she stopped, she sat on your cock so hard that it felt like you were being smashed by the sun's gravity.

It was amazing the way her tight pussy was stretched out exactly to the size of your girth, no air going on it, the only thing filling it up being your cock and her juices. Wonyoung rode you so hard that she went too high in the air, which led to your cock popping out. To make up for that mistake, she descended down it as soon as possible and engulfed your sword balls deep back in her cunt, holding them inside her in that position for a good minute before resuming her crazy ride.

The string on Wonyoung's thong hit your shaft right by the side, increasing the friction on your cock. Wonyoung laughs as she tilts her body sideways and keeps bouncing, ripping your cock apart like it's nothing. She goes so fast that that her bunny ears fall off her head, forcing her to put it back on, giving you the opportunity you needed to push her close and pump up her pussy. Too bad you get too thristy and your cock ends up sliding out of her hole, allowing Wonyoung to recover and just get back to her usual insane riding, clapping her cheeks even harder each time she descends down that dick.

"YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH," Wonyoung says in perfect sync every time her pussy reaches the bottom of your shaft, doing this for a couple minutes before you make her stop. "Shhh, you're getting too loud," you tell her. "Sorry, daddy, your cock is too good; I want it all," she replies as you push up her pussy and she places her hands in her ass.

"Fuck, you're such a loud, bouncy bunny," you tell her as Wonyoung now rides you with her high heels stomping the floor, causing an earthquake in the neighbor's apartment below yours. Wonyoung tries to mitigate the noise while still riding by putting her long legs up and placing her heels on your couch, but that ends up being too much for them, as her heels end up breaking after such an intense ride, forcing her to remove them, as much as she always wants the heels to stay on during sex.

You push Wonyoung's thong even further to the side as she takes her broken high heels off, pointing your fully erected cock right at her cunt entrance for her to sit again. Wonyoung does so, but this time in reverse, fully spreading her legs and moving sideways as soon as she reaches the bottom of your shaft. Your hands reach up top and grab her perky tits from behind. "Fuck, those tits are so soft and that pussy so tight," you tell her. "Glad you like it, daddy," she replies as she goes back to smashing your cock, closing her eyes as she gets impaled even harder than during the first time.

Wonyoung keeps trying to find ways to give her bounce and extra spice, tilting her body in any way possible to let your cock reach new places inside her walls, leading to a lot of pleasure for herself. "Fuck," you groan as she starts doing such things, finally reaching her G-spot as she tilts your cock slightly towards the left side of her pussy and rotates on it to let it hit in different ways. Wonyoung then puts both hands on her little bouncy tits and adds lube all over her body, making it extremely slippery.

"AHHHH. AHHHHH. FUCK ME, DADDY," she says as she gets close to cum and loses control of her tits, then moves to her right side and sits on your cock completely sideways, which leads to her finally unlocking her orgasm as her bunny ears fall off once again. 

"Wiggle that tail for me," you tell her as she cums all over your cock, taking advantage of her weakness as she just finished cumming to pound Wonyoung hard, making her already sensitve pussy ache even further. "DADDY, DON'T STOP, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, AHHHHH!" she screams as her eyes roll and lots of squirt come out of her pussy.

Without even pulling out, you push Wonyoung closer to the couch, putting her in a spooning position, pumping and fingering her pussy at the same time while her right leg stays fully up in the air. You pull out a couple times to tease her throbbing clit with your shaft before going back in harder each time. "OH FUCK, KEEP GOING, DADDY," she screams, even as if she's this close to falling out of the couch.

But Wonyoung is no pushover and starts riding your cock even in a submissive position, like spooning, moving her body sideways up and down it, then teasing your cock with her well-polished nails once it slips out of her cunt, giving it a little massage with her hands, and pressing it against her entrance.

"Just like that, daddy," Wonyoung tells you in an out-of-breath way as you resume fucking her, massaging your balls as you go in and out of her pussy. "Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh," she softly moans as her thumb presses your sack hard. "Right there, right there, right there; don't stop, Daddy," she keeps guiding you. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM." Hearing those words leads you to go feral on her cunt, increasing the pace by a lot as you make Wonyoung orgasm for the third time in less than five minutes.

"I'M CUMMING. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Wonyoung screams as her body collapses on top of yours; her legs trembling can barely secure her from falling to the floor. You tell her not to be so loud, but it's useless. When she cums, she lets it all out, screaming and laughing as her legs now shake even harder.

You get up as Wonyoung gets on her knees to taste her cherry-flavored pussy out of your cock, grabbing it hard at the bottom and starting from the tip like usual, before licking the whole extension and taking it deep in her throat. "Fuck yes, this is so amazing," you tell her.

"Turn around, please," you tell Wonyoung. "Yes, daddy," she says, still wanting to taste more of that cock. She jiggles her ass and puts her bunny tail back in place while still keeping her pussy lips fully visible. You grab Wonyoung by her little tail and pour lube all over her butt, which makes her moan in anticipation, especially as the cold liquid drips down her legs. You spread it all over her cute butt as her holes wink, waiting for more.

"Shake that ass you slutty bunny," you tell her. Wonyoung obviously obliges; nothing she loves more than a little shake. "Shit, that pussy is so pretty," you tell her as she shows it to you while shaking and you massage her ass. "If it's so pretty, how about you put that big cock back in it, Daddy?" she asks.

"Get up on the couch," you softly tell her. Wonyoung follows. "Fuck, you've got some great legs," you praise her as she gets on all fours and turns her butt in your direction. You then tease your cock all over her entrance, pulling her tiny thong to the side and making her moan as your tip touches her needy folds, showing how much she wants it. But you keep teasing her, rubbing your shaft all over her pussy and anus, before sticking it back inside her warm cunt.

"Yeah, baby, please, daddy, give it to me," she says as you enter back inside her, and Wonyoung gives you a cute aegyo that drives you crazy. You fuck her pussy slowly, going a little deeper at each thrust before pushing your cock all the way out. You repeat it for a couple minutes, getting Wonyoung even warmer for your big cock, but as soon as you fully remove her thong, you go all-in at her pussy, showing no mercy for this teen fuckdoll.

Wonyoung starts swinging her hips in your direction as you pound her. "Oh my gosh, daddy, you're fucking this baby bunny so hard," she says. "You want it harder?" you rhetorically ask her as you hammer her wet pussy. "Yes, daddy, please, yeash, ah, ah, ah," she says as she swings all the way into your crotch before you grab her tiny waist and put her in the right place. "Then take it," you tell her as you take control of her and smash her pussy.

The clapping sound of your balls against her cunt makes Wonyoung even needier. She loves that big carrot stretching her out to the fullest, biting her own hand not to cum again as you repeatedly hit her cervix and make her eyes roll. Her facial expressions get increasingly crazy as she sticks her tongue out and licks the eggs on the basket she was once carrying, throwing them out to distract herself from the hard pounding she was taking deep in her pussy and maniacally laughing as she once again pushes her hips down to take more of that cock.

At this point, you just stopped and appreciated Wonyoung's wilingness to get that big cock as deep in her pussy as she could, letting her take control and attack your carrot as she pleased, like the hungry bunny she was. "This baddie needs daddy's cock, ahhhhhh, yeahhhh," she said in her aegyo voice, moving up and down your shaft, giving you a lot of pleasure as her walls hit it from the side.

Once Wonyoung stopped, you went even more feral. The longer you fucked her, the more you needed that tight young pussy. It had been a long time since you had fucked such a great pussy like Wonyoung's. In fact, it was probably the best cunt you had ever fucked. "Keep going, daddy; I'm a needy bunny; I want that carrot buried deep inside me," she told you, driving you even more insane and leading you to lift her leg, which made her instantly moan in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that, Daddy," she said.

You added extra pleasure to Wonyoung as you started fingering her pussy shortly after putting her legs up in the air. This was a moment when she was glad she was skinny because her whole weight was now on her knees. She had to hold herself while your cock and hands stimulated her to the fullest. "Oh my gosh, fuck," she squealed as you kept pumping her tight pussy and increased the speed of your fingering, forcing her to hug her own right leg just not to lose balance.

"Give that cock back to me, give that cock back to me, please, daddy, I need it," she said as you teased her, pulling it out and then going in and out of her pussy with long, deep thrusts. But even in such an acrobatic position, she could still push her body closer to yours and ride your cock sideways like the good young whore she was.

"AHHHHHHH!" Wonyoung screamed as you destroyed her tight fuckhole, rolling her eyes as you showed her no mercy. The more she kept showing you how much of a cock-crazed slut she was, the harder you fucked her. "RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE, DADDY," she kept yelling as you made her little tits bounce and her lose her breath until she couldn't hold herself by just one knee anymore.

Wonyoung got herself in a fetal position as you started eating her wet pussy next, placing a pair of Easter eggs in her legs. You picked one as well and started massaging her vagina with it after spitting all over her pussy. "Put it inside me, daddy," she ordered as you gave her some shallow thrusts with the little egg, using it like a sex toy, while she held another one in her mouth to muffle her moans. You slowly inserted the egg in her cunt, making her moan a lot as she brought the one in her mouth close to yours.

You kept fucking Wonyoung with that little egg before fully pushing it deep into her pussy. Wonyoung followed suit and inserted the one she had in her hands too, handing you another egg she had just kissed for you to use to rub her clit, before pushing the ones she had inside her pussy and using a different pair to massage her clit. "You want to give this bunny some babies for me to push like that, daddy?" she asked you, licking her chops and tasting her pussy from the eggs.

"Yes, I do," you said as you got back to teasing her with your throbbing cock. Wonyoung hugged her legs and stayed in a fetal position as you put your carrot back in her babyhole. "Fuck," she cursed as soon as you penetrated her. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, please breed this baby bunny, daddy," she told you, giving you naughty and needy stares and rolling her eyes as she was now just a bystander to your cock stuffing her tight cunt.

Wonyoung licked her chops and waited as you patiently worked to fill her up as much as you could. "Oh yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned as her walls started to clench more than ever. "It's so fucking tight," you noticed. Wonyoung clinged to your arms, as all you could think of was to flood her pussy with your cum at any moment. You had to edge yourself a lot, as she soon turned herself into a moaning mess.

"That's right, daddy, keep going," she said in between some laughs. You had to pull out, as her reactions nearly made you cum right there. But you needed more of that tight pussy, going back in as soon as you recovered. Wonyoung kept laughing, moaning, and fingering her clit, as the longer you fucked her, the tighter her pussy was getting. She even brought back the egg she used to massage before and now rubbed it on your shaft, testing you even further.

Wonyoung's walls were clenching so hard that you had to make triple the initial effort just to get halfway inside her pussy. You had to pull out once again and rub your shaft against her tight hole, having to spit on it just to get your cock back inside her.

"Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy," her childlike voice demanded of you. Getting inside her cunt now felt like your cock was being sucked into a blackhole where demons were devouring it. "Why is this shit so tight?" you pondered as Wonyoung's pussy offered increased resistance to your thrusts. To make things worse, she kept teasing your throbbing cock with that egg, making it pulsate every time she ran it up and down your shaft.

You had to push extremely hard to get back deep inside Wonyoung's pussy, but you finally got there. Now, no air would go inside that hole, just cock and nothing else, as she incessively fingered her clit in pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moaned. Every thrust now felt like hitting a hard wall, almost as if her pussy was made of steel, but you kept pushing nonetheless.

Wonyoung kept teasing you, removing the bunny ears from her costume and placing them just around the area where you were fucking her and teasing you with it. "Keep going, daddy; look at those gates," she said, pointing to the "portal" her bunny ears were forming around her pussy. "These are the gates of heaven; all you need to do is breed this needy baby bunny," she continued.

As Wonyoung said those words, you finally managed to break her pussy's resistance and hit it balls deep. Your lengthy cock was now fully bulging under her tall, skinny body as she placed her bunny ears back in her head and closed her eyes in preparation for her imminent orgasm, increasing her fingering. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm going to cum again, daddy," she says, placing her thumb in her mouth and putting her legs over her head. As you pull out to give her the final pounding, Wonyoung gets even needier. "I want it back. I want it back. Please, Daddy," she says, screaming as you pound her hard.

"It feels so good; it feels so good; don't stop, daddy," Wonyoung keeps saying as she gets naughtier and naugthier. "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she yells, fastly fingering her clit and starting to orgasm, her legs trembling, her wals closing, and her mouth opening. She starts screaming hard, waking up the entire building that Easter morning. That ends up being too much for you, as you fill her pussy to the brim with your seed shortly after, groaning as hard as she screamed.

"Holy shit, look at all that cum; daddy bred baby bunny so good," she says, looking at the cum leaking out of her pussy. Wonyoung uses her bunny tail to scoop it and taste it as you tease her, getting your still hard cock in and out of her pussy a couple times. "Daddy still wants more of that pussy?" she asked. "But you already came all over it," she laughed. 

Wonyoung got up: "I have to go, but here's one last gift. Happy Easter, Daddy," she said, gaping her tiny asshole and releasing a trio of mini Easter eggs from it. "Thanks for breeding me, Daddy," she said, jumping like a bunny as she left your apartment. That whole thing didn't feel real; maybe you were just dreaming this whole time.

The next day followed, and you went out to work. A pretty, tall woman seemed to chase you; her beautiful face was plastered all over many ads around Seoul. She looked very similar to the girl that appeared out of nowhere in your apartment yesterday, prompting you to ask someone.

"Hey, what's the name of that girl in the ad?" you asked.

"She's Jang Wonyoung; she's quite a famous idol in Korea," the person replied.

You just couldn't believe it.

[mtsyik]

Masterlist

The first time shoto Todoroki sees you, you are a shy six year old girl. Trailing after your mother with every step she takes, clinging unto her long skirt to feel secure in the presence of the number two and his youngest son.

Shoto takes his time looking at you, how you seemed so much more frail and fragile than him. It was the first time he felt bigger than someone else, it was also the first time he was sure he could protect someone.

So with trembling hands, he lets go of his mother's hand and gestures at you to do the same. He tries to be sneaky so as not to alert his elders, but he doesn't miss his mothers smile as he takes your hand in his.

The second time Shoto Todoroki sees you, you are quite grown. Now nearing the age of ten, his mother's calming presence is nowhere around. He sulks next to his father as he sits on the fancy couch in the middle of your living room. He ignores the conversation that is happening about his future quirk marriage with you and rather focuses on the pattern of the fancy carpet that is laid on the floor. From the corner of his eye, he catches a figure peaking from behind the bookshelf on his far right. Then, he sees a small hand gesturing for him to come near. His heart decides before his mind gets a say, and with careful footsteps comes near you. You grab your hand in his and usher him to hide away from your parents' gaze. Shoto blushes madly when you carefully remove his eyebandage to apply some nurturing cream on his burn, with you shyly mumbling that you had been searching for it all morning. Huh. Maybe ending up with you wasn't so bad after all.

The third time Shoto Todoroki sees you, he is certain it is the last. At the prime age of fifteen, he is now more rebellious than ever. Finally sick of his father's antics to try and persuade him into following his footsteps. So with a heavy heart, and an even heavier tone, he is forced to look at you dead in the eye and proclaim that he would rather die than marry you.

He watches as you blink, clearly taken aback. The grip you had on the basket with baked goods (courtesy of your maid to offer to the Todoroki household) loosening. Your eyes glisten with tears that are threading to spill any second now. Shoto's face is as cold as his heart now as he decides to look away. He turns on his heel and walks away from you, satisfied that he hurt his father and his relationship with your family by refusing your hand in marriage. He tries to ignore the faint voice in his head that is telling him that he hurt you in the process as well.

But he figures that you would be better off without him as well, and hopes you end up marrying someone you are truly in love with.

It comes as a surprise to him that he sees you a fourth time as well. Now, being twenty-three years old, adult Shoto Todoroki is quickly rising in the hero ranks. He is surrounded by people he loves, both friends and family. His relationship with his father is strained, but the effort is there. His life since the beginning of UA has turned around for the better.

Still, poor Shoto can't help but think about you. Your older sister had kept in touch with Fyumi, and from what he is hearing, you have also been bettering your life. Not only did you defy your parents and end up living with your sister from the moment you turned eighteen, you managed to get into one of the top colleges in Japan, studying what you love. You are officially the first woman in your family with a higher education, and your parents hate that. Shoto admires it, though. He always knew you would end up doing great things indeed.

His thoughts had been racing, memories of you engulfing his mind, making it too hard for him to think. He wonders what would have happened if the two of you had met in different circumstances. Like bumping into each other at a convenience store.

He sighs as he walks into the local store his neighborhood offers him and greets the nice old lady (that almost passes out every time Shoto makes an appearance). The shop is not too big but not too small either; he smiles at the people that recognize him and waves at the kids that stare in awe at their favorite hero that is in their local convenience store.He makes a bee-line for the candy aisle, having memorized the shop by now, and crouches to get a candy bar from the bottom shelf. He is taken aback when a shopping cart bumps into him, and he turns his head to look at the person responsible.

"O-oh! Gosh, I am sorry. I-i didn't see you.."

Well, being on your phone while you're shopping certainly distracted you. Not only did you miss your favorite candy bar by being too slow, but you also happened to bump into your ex fiance with your shopping cart.

It is almost funny the way Shoto instantly rises and straightens his back, his tall build towering over you as you blink back your surprise. Gosh, he was even more handsome than when you remember him.

"I-im sorry." Hoping he hadn't recognized you, you bow (and keep your head down) as you attempt to flee from whatever k-drama this scene emerged from. Shoto grabs your shopping cart to stop you.

"I have been thinking about you"

My GOD, if Bakugou were here, he would burst out laughing by this God awful confession. But Todoroki is awkward, and he tries to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

"You- what?"

"I'm- I'm sorry. I simply meant- how are you?"

Your grip on the cart relaxes a little bit. You raise your head to look him in the eye. A small sigh escapes your lips. It has been a long time since Shoto Todoroki managed to break your heart, and you swear you were over him by now. But his eyes brighten upon seeing you, and his cheeks have an innocent pink hue in them. It makes you giggle how, after all this time, he is still clueless about conversations.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good. I'm really good. By, many aspects "

Okay, mister millionaire at the ripe age of 20. You don't need to rub it in our faces. Defining your family had its perks, of course, but money definitely wasn't one of them (you assume that you've made that perfectly clear to Shoto, who is eyeing your off brand dish soap and fabric softener).

You smack your lips. You think this is awkward. Shoto thinks his heart might beat out of his chest by how pretty you are. Your features are now grown, your hair is longer, and you seem, relaxed. For the first time in a long time you truly are happy.

"Well, this has been -"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Your shoulder abruptly slips from the aisle that you were leaning on. You smack your elbow on the shelf bellow and curse. You realize that Shoto pushed your shopping cart out of the way once you feel his warm hands on you. He is touching you with care; and just when you were sure that you had gotten over him, your heart melts at his thoughtfulness.

"You can say no if you don't want."

His tone is so genuine that it crushes you. If you were to look around, you would see the three older ladies gawking at the sight of Shoto holding you close, and you being putty in his hands.

"Wouldn't you rather like - die?"

"Oh." Your stomach is filled with butterflies at the frown on Shoto's face. He seems so utterly sad that you remember his last words to you; regret evident on his tone as he speaks.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I hope you can forgive me for my actions."

You sigh. Maybe it's the look he is giving you, maybe it's the months you haven't gotten laid, maybe it's the reminder of your shitty ex boyfriends on your mind, or maybe it's the fact that no matter how you put it, Shoto Todoroki was your first love.

So, with a purse of your lips and a small giggle at how easily persuaded you are, you smile.

"I would love to go on a date with you."

Shoto thinks he might explode at your laughter. He straightens up and clears his throat, his cheeks and ears a painfully obvious shade of red as he lets go of you.

"Great. I'll uh- I'll call you."

"Don't you need my number for that?"

"Well, it's on the information list of your citizenship."

"... you looked me up?!"

Shoto grabs your cart and starts pushing in towards the cashier while you're shrieking from laughter at his confession. He laughs too when you open up your phone to pay, and an image of him pops up from Google. Your laughter is cut short when you're trying to explain that it was for research purposes. Your cheeks are red, and your eyes are wide from embarrassment. Shoto thinks he could just eat you up.

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a/n: trying something new!! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I decided to finally upload it!! Hope it's an enjoyable read!!

[dmwrites]

One day, Joe Hills set out with a shovel in his hands. He slung it over one shoulder, whistling as he walked.

“Hey Joe, whatcha got there?” TangoTek asked, carrying blocks of ice.

“Oh, just a shovel.” Joe replied. “But it’s ice to see you, TangoTek.”

TangoTek laughed. Joe laughed. They both walked down the path in opposite directions.

It was a good day for a walk. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. But birds were not the only things singing! Joe walked over a hill to find BdoubleO singing loud and clear as he cut down a tree.

“Sir Joe! How wonderful to see you!” BdoubleO said, wiping away sweat on his face.

“Howdy, BdoubleO, why are you chopping down a tree?” Joe asked. He moved his shovel to his other shoulder so it would not hurt him.

“Why, I am using the wood to build a beautiful house!” BdoubleO said. He had big, twinkling eyes and an even bigger smile. “Why do you have a shovel, Joe?”

“I have a hole I need to dig.” Joe said. “And I must not be late for it. Goodbye!”

“Goodbye Joe!” BdoubleO said, waving.

The day was getting warm, and Joe Hills stopped by a river to get a drink of water. He saw his friend Cubfan at the river too!

“Howdy, Cubfan!” Joe called, waving.

“Hey Joe, whats up?” Cubfan asked. He was holding a raw cod fish and a fist full of glittery red redstone dust.

“I was just taking a break, I’ve been walking for a while today. What are you doing here, Cubfan?” Joe asked.

Cubfan looked all around at the grass and the trees, like he was looking for something in particular. Then he took out five diamonds and gave them to Joe!

“Nothing at all. Got it? If anyone asks, I was drinking from the river, same as you. Alright, man?”

Joe thought the diamonds were a very nice gift, and put them in his pocket. “Thanks, Cubfan! Indeed, I saw nothing!”

Cubfan smiled at Joe- he was always so fun to hang out with. Joe wondered why Cubfan looked like he was sweating.

“So what’s with the shovel, Joe?”

“I have an appointment. Very important stuff.” Joe said. “And I should probably get going before the sun sets! Goodbye, Cubfan! Enjoy your nothing!”

The day was beginning to turn into night. The sky was oranges and reds and pinks. Joe walked a little faster- he didn’t want to be late!

Then he came to a fork in the road, and Joe realized he didn’t know which way to go! He felt sad- was he not going to be able to get where he needed to be on time?

“Hi Joe!” Geminitay said, waving to him. She was walking down one of the paths towards him, carrying a basket full of bright flowers.

“Say, which way is the graveyard?” Joe asked. “I appear to be lost.”

“It’s that way, of course, right through the spooky forest!” Geminitay said, pointing down a dirt path. “But why do you want to go to the graveyard, Joe? It’s so scary there!”

“I have something urgent I must do.” Joe said, shifting the shovel over his shoulder.

Geminitay looked at the shovel, then and Joe, but didn’t ask any questions.

“Well, good luck. Watch out for big scary wolves!”

Joe hurried along the path in the spooky forest. The sun was about to fully set, and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get to the graveyard in time.

All of a sudden, a huge creature ran into his path. Joe was not scared, though, because it was his friend Rendog!

“Joeth of the Hills, my dude, how the heck are you?” Rendog said.

“I am good, Rendog, but I am afraid I can not stop to chat! I have urgent business to attend to.” Joe said.

“Me as well, good sir, as I saw a rabbit just beyond those bushes and must give chase. Goodbye!” Rendog said, and dove back into the forest.

The moon was beginning to rise as Joe Hills stepped into the cemetery. He creeped along the gravestones, careful not to make a peep. He could hear skeletons rattling in the distance, but he was brave. He stopped at a gravestone with a torch above it, and began to dig. He dug straight down, until his shovel scraped against a coffin. He pried it open, using all his strength.

“Hi Joe!”

“Howdy, Cleo. Did you have a nice nap?”

It was Joe’s best friend, ZombieCleo! She had been sleeping in the grave! Cleo yawned and stretched, bones moving strangely under dead and rotting skin.

“It was wonderful, exactly what I needed! Thanks for digging me up! Let’s get out of here and go get some pumpkin spice lattes!”

“How spooky!” Joe said, and he and Cleo held hands as they went to get a yummy treat together.

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This is my attempt at a “children’s story”-esque fic, and was supposed to be completed for Halloween. Better late then never lolll

[hypernova-writes]

Mon Bijou.

Synopsis: The King's ball is coming up, and you get invited to go by your dear friend. But...Should you really have gone..?

Pairing: Spy x Reader

a/n: This is the second person in my yandere! Royalty series! give me suggestions on who I should do next~ also Spy's name in this is Lawrence btw!

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartache

Whatever you wish for, you keep...

....b e c a r e f u l w h a t y o u w i s h f o r...

Wishing upon a star every night is supposed to give you hope that whatever you wish for will eventually come true. That whatever problem that is plaguing you will be gone, and replaced with an everlasting joy that will cause you to forget whatever troubles originally plaguing your mind.

“Y/n.”

You pray and you hope that one day you will get your own happy ending, that you wouldn’t have to live this damned life that you were cursed to live.

“Y/N!!!!”

You jolted from your daydreaming by your window and hurriedly made your way down from the attic to the kitchen where you were being summoned. You finally reached the room to see your step mother, standing there with a basket and a list, meaning that she wanted you to go to the market. 

“I apologize for being lat mother i-” You were cut off by the harsh smack she delivered to your face, before she started talking.

“When I call for you. You come. You ungrateful brat.” She began as she turned her back to you, “You need to go out to the market. Theres things that need to be grabbed for my Daughters.”

You simply nod slowly, grabbing your bag and the basket off of the table before setting off, walking past your step sisters, who were busy gossiping about something you didn’t catch before you walked out of the home.

You were the eldest, being the only living family member left of your father. Ever since your father passed away two years ago, things have been horrible for you. Lady Navi, your step mother, took over the estate and everything that your father had originally left to you.

And your step sisters, Denice and Ana both know this, and continue to rub it in your face that your father is dead and gone. They were horrible to you, forcing you to do their chores, run their errands, you weren’t even allowed to go out anymore unless one of them were accompanying you. So you were surprised when you were sent off without them.

You hurried out of the door before they decided to change their mind, it had been a while since you had been allowed out like this. 

When reaching the market, you smiled and waved to all of the vendors who seemed more than pleased to see you out and about once agan.

“Ah! NIce to see you little one!”

“Are you doing well?”

“Here take this! Take care now!”

You gracefully accepted the gifts they gave you, knowing that you would have to hide them as soon as you returned home because you know for certain they would be snatched from you if your sisters even caught wind of them.

You walked down the market street before your eyes locked with a male, and you giggle as he beckons you over. “Greetings Mr. I apologize I haven’t been here for our meetings”

“..No worries Mon Amour..I am glad to see you are alright.”

Every time you came to the market you made sure to stop by this one stall, he sold many jewels and things that seemed to be way out of your league, but that wasn’t what drawn you to him at first. It was his voice. 

You remember your first meetings, You had to come to him to fix a watch that your mother had broke, but blamed YOU for it. He happily obliged an fixed it, all while talking about random things to keep your mind off your step mother.

He was a true gentleman, Such a kind a soul. Whoever would become his wife would be a lucky one indeed.

“Oh I have something for you my dear.” He says as he hands you a envelope with a golden trim. You took it and gasped softly. An invitation for tomorrow’s ball.

King Lawrence…Not many truly knew how he looked due to how secretive he was, but rumor has it that this ball was him reaching out looking for suitors. Every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom was invited. You had figured you weren’t going to be invited to go because people forget you existed.

You happily accepted it and when you were about to thank him he places a finger to his lip. “NO need to thank me beautiful. You should get to enjoy yourself.” He then smiles at you before he looked to his watch. 

“Ah you should get home, I wouldn’t want to be the reason you no longer can come to town anymore.” He takes your hand and places a kiss to it. “Until then, Mon bijou..”

You tilt your head. “What does that mean?”

“My Jewel.”

—----------

You were happily finishing doing your makeup. Today was the day! 

The ball was here and your mother said that you could attend if you did all of your chores. So you worked hard, all the way until you managed to finish your last chore. 

You then ran to get dressed, putting on a beautiful gown that originally belonged to your mother. You smile as you do a twirl before rushing to go and join your sisters and mother.  

When you approached them, Denice sneered at first. “ Ugh..You’re going in that?” She laughed as she turned her back to you. “It looks like it was made from scraps! Perfect for you though.” 

You ignored them and went to your step mother and smiled. “Mother! I finished all of my chores, and I-i got an invitation from the town!” You say happily as you show her the invitation. She simply walked up to you and snatched it from your hands.

“Such a insolent and foolish brat you truly are.” She hissed as she held the invitation. “You don’t deserve this at all! This ball if for people who are going to be the King’s suitor. Not handmaidens.”

Ana giggles as she walks up to you. “Yes! And mother already promised that we would have a chance at the kings heart! Theres no room for you!!”

You looked at her. “B-but..You promised I could go..” To which your step mother only cackled.

“Oh I did? I said you could go if you were properly dressed.” She snapped her fingers and your step sisters advanced on you. You began backing away, shaking your head and begging them to not do what they were about to do. 

You had no choice but to watch as they pulled and tore at your dress, ripping it and tearing it, laughing and cackling as they ruined your gown. They continued for nearly 30 minutes untl your step mother clapped her hands.

“That’s enough girls!” She chuckled and smirked as her daughters came back to her side. “We will be late if we keep messing with the common folk.”

You watched as they took the invitation that your dear friend had given to you, leaving you with a ruined and tattered dress in the middle of the floor. You scooped up the fabric and could feel the tears beginning to well down your cheeks. You walk out to the backyard, before finally sitting down beside the fountain. 

You looked up to the sky and frowned. “T-this isn’t fair..” You mumble as you bury your head in the palm of your hands. 

Sighing softly you pull your knees to your chest, your tear stain face glistening in the moonlight, you were devastated, watching as the sky turned darker and the moon rose higher and higher in the sky.

“Hey, Hey You there.!”

You lift your head to see a woman dressed in a purple suit with purple glittering wings, she wore glasses and had black hair that was tied back into a bun. She smiled down at you as she lowered herself to the ground.

“Why are you crying?..” She asked and you motioned down to your dress. She then nods as she finally comes to rest in front of you.”My sisters..tore my dress for the ball…now i can’t go..”

She taps her chin before she smiles down at you.

“How about I give you another dress!”

“A-and how are you going to do that?..” You ask softly as you wipe your remaining tears before sitting up properly to look at the woman. “An..and who even are you?”

The woman stands up straight before she lets out a soft laugh. “OH! Where are my manners! You can call me Ms. Pauling! I’m like a fairy godmother!” She says as she whips out the wand and waves it gently in front of your face.

“Huh? Like the ones in fairytales?”

“Mhm! But i’m very much real! Watch this~!” 

You watch as she waves her wand, and a nearby pumpkin turns into a beautiful carriage made of silver and gold with emerald for the vines. The wheels looked like they could’ve been made of beautiful diamond with how glittery and sparkly they were in the moonlight.

You stare in amazement before Ms. Pauling turns to you with a bright smile. “Now what was that about not being able to go?” She waves her wand and a surge of magical energy starts to surround you. You close your eyes to shield them from the harsh lights.

“Go ahead and upon them now!”

You open your eyes and look down seeing that you were now wearing a beautiful light blue ball gown, the gown shimmered in the moonlight almost making it look like your were glowing. You wore matching white gloves,  and you watched as Ms. Pauling walked over to adjust the matching hair piece that was nestled in your hair.

“Oh Check your shoes too!” 

You looked down and saw that you were wearing crystal glass heels, fit perfectly to your size. You smile as you do a twirl and that earned a chuckle from Ms. Pauling. “See? Now lets get you to that ball~”

You then frown. “But..I don't have an invitation-” You stopped your words as you watched as she magically produced an invitation in her hands. She smirks and hands it to you before ushering you into the carriage. You hear a few more sounds before the carriage starts moving forward, catching you off guard. You stumble a bt in the carriage before you regain your balance. 

You look out of the carriage at the moving scenery before you, placing a hand to your hear you sigh softly. “God..I hope everything goes well…”

“I don’t know if i can take anymore heartbreak…” You mumble as you look up to the stars, You lean on the window of the carriage as it slowly started to approach the castle. 

You could see the dozens upon dozens of women and men dressed down to the tea, all of them with the same goal in mind:

Impress the king. 

“Alright! We are here!” 

You jumped as Ms. Pauling opened the carriage door for you, you take her hand as she helps you down from the carriage.

You let out a gasp of wonder as you come to look at the palace, having never seen it up close before, only from a distance. The place was beautiful, decorated in tons of flowers of various colors, ribbons and streamers of  all kinds covered the balconies as they welcomed various guests into the ballroom.

“Now Sweetheart, theres a catch to your dress.”  Ms Pauling points to the clock. “Once that clock hits 12 I need you to meet back here with me. Or else your dress is going to turn back into ruin right in front of you.” She explained and you nodded as she handed you your invitation. 

“Besides that, go and enjoy yourself.” She says as she shooed you inside. You nod and begin to follow the crowd of people heading inside. 

You were all wide eye and bushy tailed, after all, this is the fanciest event that you’ve ever been to you in your lifetime. The dresses were beautiful and the people who were all gathered here were too, it made you wonder why in the world did you ever decide to come here.

“You look lost, May I?”

You yelped as you turned to face a tall male, he had bluish grey eyes, salt and pepper like hair that was combed to the side with a few strategically placed pieces. He wore a red suit that looked very very expensive, covered in a sash with a jeweled brooch on his chest pocket.

He held his hand out for you and you took it gently allowing him to pull you closer to him, he chuckles at your wide eyed expression and the blush that covered your cheeks. 

“I’m guessing that this is your first time here, non?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish grin.

“I-is it that obvious?..” 

“Well, You look like a child in a candy shop, my darling.” 

You pout and he only laughs softly as he guides you in a dance, so the two of you would end up blending in with crowd as they moved around. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he guides you, you weren’t the best dancer, one doesn’t get much experience dancing with the broomsticks while cleaning up.

“What brings you here tonight?..” He asks and you think for a bit. Why did you want to come? Was it just to get out of the house and experience this before? Or did you actually think that you had a chance with the King?..

“Ah..Just to get out, My Step mother is quite..overbearing..”

“Hmm, I can understand that.” He answered as he twirled you, making you grip onto him a little tighter. He grins softly as he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Do not worry Ma belle..I got you..”

God his voice could make you melt, this man was certainly charmer..he reminded you so much of your dear friend. The way he teased you certainly was the same, bringing a fiery blush to your cheeks.

“What about the King?”

“Hmm?..Oh..well I don’t think i’m in the league for him..Look at me..and I mean he’s THE KING, not some lowly aristocrat..” You answer and he hums in response. 

“You never know, The King may be wanting a genuine, raw connection. Not one for money..” The male said and you tilted your head. You hadn’t thought about that. If you were a royal, you would definitely want to marry someone who wasn’t a royal. Someone who accepted you for who you were, and not just for the title that came with it.

“I guess so..I would hate it..you know? I would want to be able to choose who I want..and not for money or status..” You say and He nods along with you before he pulls away a bit.

“Shall we? I get a bit overwhelmed with crowds for too long..” The male says softly and you nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the ballroom. 

The two of you walk and talk for a bit, he makes you laugh, and you make him. He compliments you and you return them as quick as he dishes them. You couldn’t see it, but his heart was pounding inside of his chest, never had he ever felt like this before, and never had you.

This was the first time you’ve ever been treated equal...let alone by a man.

So when he approached you once more, backing you against one of the pillars outside, his lips inches away from yours..

You didn’t push him away.

Maybe it was a bit risky to share such a moment with a man you just met, but the way he spoke to you, it lit something inside of you, like something was calling you towards him.

He hikes one of your legs up onto his waist as he presses himself closer to you, his lips brush against your before he finally places his lips against yours. He tastes of expensive wine and light cigarettes, His lips moved against yours as it was going to be the last time he was going to kiss you. 

His hands started to wander, traveling up your dress and caressing your legs as he tried pulling you closer and closer. 

“Tu es si parfait, mon bijou..” He practically growled against your lips before pulling away to trail kisses down your neck. You whimper softly and tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I've been wanting to get you alone like this…”

“Watching you everyday..waiting..”

“Mon précieux petit bijou... je ferai en sorte que tu ne puisses jamais me quitter.”

You freeze at his words. 

“W-what did you call me..?” You ask as he pulls away, still holding your hands in his. He smirks and chuckles softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

“My Jewel…It seems you’ve caught on to me..” He starts as he then moves to get on one knee infront of you. 

“My name..Is Lawrence…King Lawrence…your precious jewelry seller…” He says as he holds your hand and you could only look at him in horror.

The man…the man you found yourself..falling for..always wanting to see again…

Was the King.

“I disguise myself regularly. To go out amongst the common folk, mingle with folks in my kingdom. Something i picked up from my son.” He informed as he places a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You..You’ve been nothing but a darling to me. You treated me with respect then…and you treated me with respect now.”

He then stood up, pulling you towards him once more, this time with a harsher grip as his eyes darkened a bit. “..you’ve stolen my heart…and I dont see myself with anyone else but you.”

You started to back away from him. “I..I your highness..I can-”

He shushed you. “Lawrence. Call me Lawrence. And theres no you can’t, I’ve chosen you. You will be my Queen. There is no one else I’d rather call mine.”

For every step you took back, he took another one forward. He continued walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he tilts his head.

“You are mine…and I refuse to let you go. You signed your fate the day you met me.”

Your mind was racing. Thats why he gave you the invitation, the gifts, the teasing…how could you be so stupid!?

You were about to respond to him when you hear the clock tower ring out, and you whipped your head around.

12:00am. 

You quickly turned on your heel and booked it, ignoring his yelling behind you. You had to get back to Ms. Pauling, you had to. 

“GUARDS! STOP HER! THAT WOMAN IS THE FUTURE QUEEN ON THIS KINGDOM!”

You looked behind you and saw as several guards came from corners, rushing to join him in chasing you. You yelped out as you sped up, trying to run as fast as these heels could take you.

You reached the large staircase where you had entered and began running down only to trip up. You got sent tumbling to the ground, crashing at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Ma belle!”

 You looked up and saw him standing at the top of the stairs, he saw you injured at the bottom and came running. You quickly gathered your dress and whatever strength you had left in you and went running towards the carriage, abandoning the heel that you had lost on the staircase. “

When you made it back to the carriage, you spooked the carriage operator and they were about to ask when you yelled: “Just go!!”

The carriage began moving and you could hear the sounds of guards yelling, trying to get the carriage to stop. You clutched your chest as the carriage made its way back to your home at breakneck speeds. You lean against the window.

Maybe your Step mother was right. You shouldn’t have gone at all..

You should’ve stayed home.

—-

The next day, the kingdom was up in arms. 

The king was traveling through city after city, home after home, looking for someone he called Mon bijou..his jewel..

You were home, cleaning, trying to forget that night with him. You were too afraid to go to the market, under fear that you would run into him again.

Luckily your Step Mom did need anything, and if she did, recently she just went her daughters instead of sending you.

The four of your were home today, You were busy in the kitchen while your Step Mother, Denice and Ana chatted about what was going on.

“I wonder who this mystery girl is!”

“Right! They got to dance with king!”

“And she just ran?! Such a dummy!”

You sigh as you listen to them..’They wouldn’t understand..’  You thought as you finished sweeping in the kitchen.

You then jolted as the front door was knocked on. Your Step mother went to open it, and you peeked around the corner, seeing that it was two members of the royal guard. 

“His majesty demands to see all of the maidens of this house.”

Your Step mother eagerly pushed Denince and Ana forward, “These are my two daughters, sir. Aren’t they lovely?.” 

You watched from your spot, and locked eyes with one of the guards and felt a shiver go down your back as he beckoned you. “You too.”

Your step mother looks over to you and she sneers, “She’s just the maid. She was not even at the ball the other night.” But the guard made you come forward anyways, dragging you to stand next to your sisters, watching as they struggled to fit into the glass slipper. You watched as they struggled, trying to do anything to make their foot fit into the slipper until the guards finally snatched it from them. 

“C'est assez!”

You lifted your head and you felt your blood run cold as standing in the doorway was the King himself. “Ma Belle…It is time for you to stop playing these games. Time for you to come home to your darling Husband.”

Your Step mother stood up. “Your highness! You must be mistaken. This is just our maid! There is no way she could be the woman that you are looking for!” She says as she makes her daughters get up. “Are you sure my lovely daughters aren’t who you are looking for?.”

The King rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. He grips your chin and angles your face up to face him. He tilts your head, and he chuckles. “I see..I left my mark..” He says as he trails his hand along your neck. “Guards. We are done here. I’ve got my darling.” 

“That’s impossible! There's no way that she could be her! Look at her! She’s nothing bu-”

A loud bang was heard and you jolted as blood splattered a bit on your face and clothes as well as the King’s.

You opened your eyes and looked in horror as there was now a bullet through Ana’s head as she was now slumped against her sister who was screaming over her dead body.

King Lawrence then turned to your Step Mother and smirks. “Unless You want to lose another daughter, Shut that one up.”

He then moves to caress your face,leaning down to kiss your lips, not caring that your step sister blood was on your face. 

“Now…let’s go home, mon bijou.”

No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true....

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[silverynight]

Start again

In order to stay away from their past, the Uzuis move into a little village near a mountain. The people are really nice there and the most important part of it is that nobody knows them.

They get used to the lifestyle there, not as flamboyant as Tengen would like it to be, but it's a place where they can be happy while he fulfills his duties as a hashira.

One day, while Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru are in the center of the village to buy food, a beautiful boy, probably eighteen or a bit older, comes with a basket full of charcoal.

He has long hair tied up into a ponytail, his face is a little bit dirty because of the charcoal, his clothes are not expensive at all and most likely were given to him by someone who didn't need them anymore...

But the truth is that he looks adorable. His smile is like the Sun and his eyes glimmer with kindness all the time.

Also it seems like everyone around knows him because they call him by his first name.

"Tanjirou!" The woman who sells the fish waves at him. "Come here, I need some charcoal."

Suma fixes her hair without even realizing what she's doing and Hinatsuru gets a little bit flustered when the redhead comes closer to them. Makio doesn't waste time and offers to buy the rest of the charcoal after the people around get what they need.

"Really?" Tanjirou beams, making the three of them blush. He introduces himself and after they do the same, Hinatsuru invites him to their house to drink a cup of tea. "That'd be really nice, but I live on the mountain and I don't want to–"

"Please, just for a couple of minutes," Suma pleads, almost tearing up, which makes Tanjirou give in.

Tengen comes back while they're drinking tea, the women introduce Tanjirou to their husband feeling a little bit guilty for some reason, but then, as the sound hashira kneels next to the redhead... his demeanor changes.

It's surprising, but Tengen gets a little bit flustered. He reaches for Tanjirou's cheek to wipe a little bit of dirt from his face without realizing what he's doing until it's too late.

"Sorry! You h-had something on your face," Tengen stammers, prompting his wives to watch with fascination and amusement.

"Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles at him, looking like he's truly grateful indeed. "Well... I think I should go. It's getting late and I have to walk a long way."

"I can take you," Tengen offers immediately. "I'm really fast, we'll be there quickly."

"That sounds very kind of you, but I don't want to be a bother... Thank you for everything!"

They insist, but Tanjirou is determined so they let him go and as soon as he does, they are left with a very surprising realization: they all have a crush on the boy.

But they don't acknowledge it, thinking it'll pass. It can go away, right? Sure they're happy together and they certainly shouldn't need anyone else. The four of them love each other and they have never looked at anyone else twice but... Tanjirou is just so kind and warm... Hinatsuru feels her face like it's on fire and glances shyly at the others only to realize they're blushing too, even Tengen... And they all know they're blushing because of Tanjirou.

But no one says a word.

However, they keep welcoming him into their house, because they can't help themselves. And of course, their crush grows into something they cannot longer control.

Tanjirou starts patching Tengen up when he comes back from a mission (the boy has no idea what the tall and handsome man does for a living, but he doesn't ask). He helps Hinatsuru with the food, he helps Suma calm down when she needs it and always compliments Makio on her fighting skills whenever he finds her training.

There's no way to deny it anymore; they all have caught each other staring fondly at Tanjirou more than once, they have started to smile more... hoping to deserve something so precious as Tanjirou even after all the things they have done.

They become bold after a while because they can't help it anymore; Suma kisses Tanjirou all over the face as a form of greeting, Hinatsuru rubs her nose against the boy's, Makio wraps herself around him and sometimes cuddles with him.

Tengen... He is constantly sitting Tanjirou on his lap and nuzzling against his cheek until the boy giggles happily.

And yet, Tanjirou seems to think they all are very good friends.

The villagers know what's going on (because the Uzuis are not very subtle) and have threatened them with death if they hurt Tanjirou; everyone in the town seem to love him dearly.

And then... They meet the family. The Kamados are intimidating when they want to be; Tanjirou's mother knows what's happening as soon as she meets the Uzuis and warns them they have to prove themselves first before she can give them her approval. The siblings are not easy to win over either, despite being younger than Tanjirou, they all are very protective of him, especially Nezuko.

But Tengen and his wives can be very patient and determined when they need to be. They'll prove them they are worthy of the boy and then they'll marry him.

Because they have realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with him.

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Happy single Awareness day

Maybe a double date with Ruby and Penny plus Jaune and Pyrrha with Blake and Hera spying?

Happy (very late) single awareness day!

Inside a rather nice restaurant up in Atlas, four people just sat down at a table together. The group consisted of three redheads and one blonde, and after they got their drink orders in, they all started conversing amongst themselves.

"Thanks for inviting us out to dinner you guys!"

"Indeed! This is going to be very excellent!"

"No problem. It's our pleasure, Crater Face." Jaune had to dodge a roll being thrown at him after using his nickname for Ruby, and he did! Just not the second one that bounced off his forehead back into the basket on the table.

"Indeed~! We were trying to find somewhere that we could bring Hera as well, but not many places are open to pets here. We honestly could only find reservations for this place anyways, and only if we had a certain number of people.”

"Wait, is that why you asked us to tag along?"

"Well kinda, but it isn't the only reason!”

"We did think to ask you for that reason at first, but then we also thought that it would be much more fun to spend time with friends rather than just be alone all night again. Besides, we haven't really had a chance to see each other for almost three weeks. Catching up with you will be much more enjoyable than just us being by ourselves at such a fancy place."

"Yeah Pyrrha's right, this isn't exactly our usual outing location. I don't normally like to put on a suit."

"No, but I still think you clean up very well, Jaune."

Jaune's cheeks turned the slightest bit pink with her saying that. "Thanks Pyr. You look great in your dress too! S-so Penny! How is Team Ruby's training going up at the Academy?"

Ruby slapped her hands down on the table, but not rattling anything on it. "Hey! Why are you asking her and not me?"

"Because you would try to sugarcoat it."

Ruby sat back and crossed her arms in defiance. "No I wouldn't."

"You did it when you told Yang about our journey to Mistral."

"So you're telling me you wanted me to tell my short temper, over protective big sister Yang about all the things we ran into? All the Grimm, the Nuckelavee, that psycho scorpion guy, uncle Qrow being hurt most of the trip. You think I should have told her about all of that after seeing her for the first time in almost a year?"

...

"She does have a point, Jaune."

"Yeah, I guess she does."

Penny didn't seem to get what they were referring to, but wasn't bothered by it. "Well I think that team RWBY is doing wonderfully in their training! It has been so exciting to see them all fight again after so long!"

"See! That's what I would have said!"

"And Ruby has gotten much better with evolving her semblance! She is no longer accidentally running into walls or dropping people when she tries to carry them with her!"

"Peeenny, you didn't need to tell them that!"

"But they asked."

... ... ...

Blake, the ninja cat faunus that she was, was perfectly hidden in a bush outside the restaurant's window and peering inside, going completely unnoticed. "You know, this is honestly a lot more wholesome than I was expecting."

Hera, who was trying her best to copy her auntie Blake, was also peering into the window to get a look at her mama and papa. However, she unfortunately had her floofy butt sticking out of the back of the bush they were hiding in. Somehow, it didn't give them away. Hera let out a super sneaky growl to agree with her Auntie. "Rrrrrrr."

"Yeah. As long as they're having fun, I suppose that's all that matters. They all deserve to unwind for a bit."

"Rrrorf."

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The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 17

It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞

No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!

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John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.

The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.

Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.

"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.

Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.

It was a unanimous 'yes.'

"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.

"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.

Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.

Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.

Gordon peered over the eldest brother.

"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"

A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.

"Gords..."

"The one and only!"

Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.

"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.

"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.

"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.

"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.

"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"

"No."

"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.

"Veto."

"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"

"Especially not that."

"Fine. I've got you..."

A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.

"Eurovision!"

Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?

Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.

Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.

"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"

"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."

"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.

"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"

"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.

"I was a doctor-"

"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."

"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."

"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.

"And?"

"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."

Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.

"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"

"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."

It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.

"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.

"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"

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Charlotte Garrison (Redesigned Bio)

Name: Charlotte L. Garrison

Age: 23

Hair Color: Orangy Brown

Eye Color: Green

Birthday: April 19 1997

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Family: Rhonda Garrison (Mother), Trevor Garrison (Father), Gertrude Garrison (Older Sister), Christopher Garrison (Younger Brother), and Dorothy Garrison (Grandmother)

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Relationships:

Friends: Elijah Cartman (Best Friend/Lover), Yumi Park, Neela Arya, Sékou Botha (Sometimes), Valentin Griffin (Sometimes), Paige Bookworme (Best Friend), Ruby R. Riding, The Pigg Brothers (Percy, Parker, and Perry), Goldilocks, and other fairytale characters

Enemies: Valentin Griffin (Mostly) and Sékou Botha (Sometimes), the Big Bad Wolf, the Bad-Ending Witch, and other fairytale villains

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Personality: Out-Going, Airy, Happy, Fierce (Sometimes), Brave, Joyful, Kind, and Audacious.

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Hates: Lies, Others Not Treating Other Storybook Characters Very Nicely, Valentin, and Some Other Adults Harming Elijah

Likes: Facing Fears Of Her Own, Story Books, Princes and Princesses, Elijah, Paige, and Going Whenever the Wind Takes Her

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Facts: 1. Charlotte has an amulet that has given by her grandma. 2. She can be a toughie sometimes. 3. She and Elijah are lovers indeed! 4. Her mind has a lot to do with, for instance, Goldilocks' perfection in her artwork, Ruby's picnic basket, and the Pig Brothers' construction skills. 5. Charlotte has a chalk sashes in her pocket when she returns home to go to Fairytale Wonderland by herself. 6. She is definitely based on George Beard from Captain Underpants because she is a writer.

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Bio:

Charlotte was born on April 19 and was the family's honorary child and her siblings Gertrude and Christopher cared about her very much as their middle sister, especially her parents. Although Charlotte was, kind, brave, and sometimes grumpy whenever she became a grown up and was sweet around other people and was open-minded to anyone and anything. As a baby, she met Elijah, her childhood friend, and they became friends, no lovers! The middle daughter of the Garrison family never gives up on finding hope.

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Lucky woman

Shuri Udaku x wakandan fem reader

Summary: while in the market grabbing some fruit before a date with your soon-to-be wife a woman approaches you and Shuri isn't too fond of other women obviously flirting with you.

Snippet from the fic: “ "I think I was very nice about the situation I could have acted how you would have acted" ”

Everyone knows you're Shuri's woman she's not secretive about it she refuses to be secretive kissing you and gifting you every time she gets the chance. Shuri is a very busy woman but never too busy for you she always finds time to cut you in which means anywhere and anyplace. Being with Shuri means eyes are on you all the time wondering if you're fit for the title of queen and wondering if the queen herself will let you go. Wandering eyes are always watching you whether it be because you're beside their Queen or they're waiting for the moment for you to be away from Shuri. You are not a stranger to many people's eyes.

You and Shuri rarely have time to enjoy the simple things in life but when you do it consists of going to the market buying a shit ton of fruit and sitting on the beach.

You two were separated only a second ago when someone hands you a mango "oh thank you" you reply kindly but their hand lingers on yours when you take the fruit. "You're the soon-to-be queen" you cringe at the title at first endearing now it holds other meanings. "Y/n but yes" the woman nods "queen Shuri is one lucky woman" you nod as you continue picking fruit from the baskets "indeed she is talented, smart, and ambitious" the woman nods "while all of that is true that's not what makes her lucky woman." You glance at the woman in confusion "oh really? Then what does?" She smiles and as if your words are the consent she needs she eyes you in your fitted dress her eyes take in every curve and every dip of your body. "You. She's got the most beautiful woman in all of Wakanda she is truly talented to have gotten you to herself." You can't help the smile that grows on your face "Uhm yes" you laugh a bit out of embarrassment you could never tell a lie this woman knows how to play her cards right and you admire that. Shuri's not too fond of someone eyeing her girl like she's some piece of meat or making her laugh all nervously so she's quick to approach you both. Her walk is full of power it's something she emits well. It's something you've always been very fond of.

Shuri suddenly grabs your lips in what you think will be a sweet and short kiss but she doesn't stop causing you to gasp and go weak in the knees. Your lips parting gives her the room to deepen the kiss and pull you close your body sinks into hers when you pull away she's smiling and you're just staring trying to regain the strength that she just knocked out of you. "Mmm sthandwa (my love)" you hum in return the woman is amazed by Shuri's boldness. "The elders" she nods "I respect them with my heart but you I respect with my soul. They'll be fine." She shrugs and you smile as you gently play with her shirt. "Oh, it was nice meeting you..." You wait for a name but don't receive one "nice meeting you too queen Y/n." The woman leaves and Shuri watches before turning her attention back to you.

"So unnecessary truly" Shuri shrugs and pecks your lips "I think I was very nice about the situation I could have acted how you would have acted" you roll your eyes "and how would I have acted?" Shuri laughs and shakes her head "you would have cursed her out most likely causing a scene or you'd be jealous the whole day and act mad at me." You nod agreeing "okay I'll give you that you can have that." Shuri smiles and looks at the fruit in the basket "you ready?" You nod and link your arm in hers "yes." you both walk towards the back of the market to be met with a young boy. Shuri grabs the mango given to you earlier and gifts it to the kid he smiles and takes it upon Shuri's request. "What if I wanted that mango?" Shuri raises a brow "what if you wanted a gift from a girl who was trying to take you from me? That sounds like border line cheating to me. Are you trying to cheat on me?" you laugh because you're aware Shuri is being so unserious right now but her face is straight. "Absolutely not but I like mangos" she nods "if you want a mango I can get you one you just can't have that one it might have some seducing love spell and it'll make you leave me and..." you watch fondly as shuri rambles on no matter how much she matures you still see the younger version of her sometimes and the scene before you is a clear representation.

A/n: y'all are getting soft fics from me this weekend because drill is kicking my ass, to be honest. 😅like I'm sore and I have to do this shit all over again tomorrow. Anyways enjoy.

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Episode six - Bully in the Alley

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

This is a long one

"Do you think he'll like it? I should have packed more macaroons. Rainsford loves macaroons." Fanny chatted away as the three of you walked towards the stairs. You stop when you see the head nurse.

" Nurse Baggett, is Dr. Dawkins here?" You ask.

" On a Friday night? He's paying a house call on the Cat and Bagpipes." She laughs. Disappointed you turn back to your sisters who were already making their way up the stairs.

"Should I give Sneed a peek? What would you say to that?" Fanny said.

"Nothing really. Sneed isn't suited for you. His interest in us is purely political. He just wants to marry a governor's daughter and secure Head Surgeon. And he's already proposed to me." Belle rambled.

"Oh." Fanny stops walking.

"Fanny, he would've married any member of the family, including Father or the dog." Belle says.

"Belle, there is no need to be turt. Fanny, Sneed is not for you. He would not be attentive enough for you." You try to comfort her.

" So, when is your happy day?" She spits her words at Belle.

"The happy day was when I declined him." She replied.

"I should just fill my pocket with stones and walk into the sea." Fanny said.

"Sea's that way." Belle pointed.

"Belle, will you both stop this, now." You demand.

"So, just to clarify. Sneed's still available, then?" Fanny asks finally.

"For now." Belle agrees. The three of you walk into his private room. Fanny quickly delves into unpacking her basket of goodies.

"We've also got coconut macaroons, fruitcake, jam drops. Ooh, and this is pepper jelly. I made it myself to help with your recovery."

"How lovely. Lady Belle, are you well?" Sneed asks her, attempting to ignore Fanny.

"But it's quite peppery." Fanny continues.

"Better than someone who fought a pointless duel." They continued the back and fourth between the three of them. Your attention was held by the window you could hardly see through.

"Quickly. This way. Come on, quickly." You hear Hetty shouting. A Bell rings below. Running out of the room you see people clamouring all around.

"Cold compress on her. Splint that. Some doctors would be nice!" You see Hetty shouting. Jack stumbles in with a man's arm around his shoulders.

" Dr. Dawkins." You rush up to him.

" Lady y/n. Can you take him to the ward?" He hands the man over to you draping his arm over your shoulder.

"Are you even sober?" You ask.

"Three sheets to the wind. One sheet better than Prof usually is." He waves his arms. "Get your sister. I need her in the ward. Aputi, bring him in here." Jack walks away from you.

In the swirl of the chaos you do your best to help the nurses with bandaging and comforting the wounded people of Port Victory. Morning rose up without anyone really noticing. Seeing Jack standing beside the bed of one man you walked up to him.

"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." He lets out a shaky breath, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asks the nurse that looks set to fall down.

" No time." She replies.

Heavy footsteps stomp through the halls and you see your sister rushing up to Gaines.

" Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" She growls.

" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack's grits his teeth.

"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant. And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grins and it churns your stomach.

" I want the men responsible court-martialled." You say.

"Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal."

"Yes. That is a very good idea." You narrow your eyes at him.

" Arrest them. They're accomplices. All right. You, come with me." Gaines shouts and grabs one of the patients.

"They need medical care. I can't let you take these patients." You say putting your hands up across the ward door.

" They were never patients, Lady y/n. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He moves close enough to you that you can smell the stink of his aftershave, "Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..."

"I'd run away. Like your wife." You sneer at him. Gaines steps forward raising his hand ready to slap you but Jack catches him, wrenching him backward.

" Oi! Doc, you're needed over here." Fagin calls from the other side of the room. He drops Gaines' hand.

" Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He growls at Jack before marching away.

"father can stop this!" You call to Belle.

"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouts back almost running from the hospital. You turn back to Jack.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you nod your head allowing him to take your hand.

"What do we do?" You ask.

"you've been here all night, go home and get some rest. Hetty you too. Neither of you are any good if you get sick as well." Hetty tries to protest but he shakes his head to her, "Go on, we'll be okay, come back later."

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"Hold fire!" The Governor shouts as Belle wakes him by dropping. Heavy book onto the desk.

"Gaines has gone mad. People have lost their lives." Your sister tells him.

" No, surely not. I counselled moderation." He rebutes.

"Have you seen what's going on out there?" She asks.

"No, but... Oh, my word, that's lovely." He says taking a sip of congac.

" The hospital is overrun. Beaten by Gaines' men." She interrupts him.

"And I'm sorry you had to see that. The hospital really is no place for a lady. But I bear good news, Excellency." Gaines brushes past Belle. "Your operation has flushed out the notorious Kit Wilderkins."

" Oh, Gaines, that is wonderful news."your father chuckles.

" You ordered this, Father?" You ask storming into the room"

"Gaines is firm, darling, but there's a reason he kept our men alive in Africa."

"No, but he's maiming people. He's killing them." You protest.

" All regrettable incidents. Some were resisting arrest and attacking your men, Governor. I shall pray for their souls. Tell me, does your friend, Dr. Dawkins, ever cause a patient pain?" Gaines turns to you.

" Of course, in trying to help to... " You reply.

"Cure. Yes. And does Dr. Dawkins ever accidentally kill any of these patients?"

" Rarely." Belle interjects.

"And I'm sure he mourns it, as I do. You see, a colony is very much like a body..."

" Yes, I've read Hobbes." You cut him off.

"Then you will know that sometimes we must hurt in order to heal."

"A young man bled to death in the hospital overnight. What of his family?" You say.

"Ah, yes. Very sad. Alfie Wilderkins, only eighteen. Kit Wilderkins was his father. Together they held up the Murchings Bank stage coach last month, and killed three people. Corporal Hartmouth was begging for mercy when they shot him. Hartmouth had two dear little children, Rosie and William." Gaines pretended to feel remorse as he sat in a chair.

"Yes. Look, it's one thing to lose a man in battle, but to crime? It's hard to explain to the widow." The governor says.

"You see, my ladies, sometimes we need to cut a rotten part of the body politic in order to cure the whole." He speaks to you both.

"I know what part of the body politic I'd be removing." Belle bites back.

" Okay, thank you, Captain Gaines." The Governor dismisses his Captain before taking your and Belle's hands in his.

"Darlings... Darlings, I know you disapprove of Gaines and his methods. But I've been asked to turn a penal colony into a society. And I need men like him to make a prison into something better. Now, I'm not asking you to accept everything I do, but I am asking you both to support me and this family." He says.

"we will go back to the hospital and help." Belle says.

"No, we need to rest. Father, you should, perhaps put down your congac and take a good she's look at the people you surround yourself with. Come sister." You take her hand and lead her to the stairs.

"You're giving up?" She asks.

"No, Belle, Jack said we needed to sleep to rest, he sent Hetty away as well. He wants us at our best to help." You explain.

"And what will you do? Hold a few hands and get in the way?" She spat out the words.

You hold onto the emotions that threaten to spill out of your eyes.

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"Belle, I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to medicine, but I am doing my best."

"You could be doing so much more, instead of wasting all your energy on a boy."

You push past her and storm up to your bedroom.

Three hours later you found yourself unable to sleep so you redressed in a simple cotton outfit, forgoing the hooped crinoline and opting for a smaller petticoat. You sneak back down stairs to the carriage that waited for you at the back of the house. Belle was already sat inside.

"took your time." She smiled. You say nothing, knocking on the carriage to signal the driver. Much to Belle's dismay you give her the cold shoulder all the way to the hospital. Choosing to keep your eyes on the trees going past.

She chased after you into the building when you arrived at the hospital.

"y/n please, I'm sorry." She calls after you. You ignore her finding Jack.

"What'd your father say? When's he going to stop this?" He asks you.

" Yes, I have spoken to my father. There are two sides to this. It's not as clear as..." you say walking through the corridors.

"He's dead. How much clearer could it be?" He almost shouts at you.

You stop and look at him for a moment, "Right, if you're to be like that, Jack..."

"I cannot believe you would give that man's story credence." He said. You turned once more marching god knows where as you spoke.

"I don't give a fig about Gaines, but I do trust my father's word on this."

"You can't agree with their methods?" He asked.

"Obviously not." You answered

" That boy bled to death in front of us."

"I know but, he was a bushranger, who killed one of Father's men."

"So they say."

" He's my father. He's many things, but he's not a liar. He's trying to bring peace to a colony you have to admit is out of control." You stomped through a closed door.

"Did you mean to walk into a cupboard?" Jack almost laughs.

" Obviously not!" You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions from bubbling over. "Gosh. You are incredibly irritating."

"So are you."

"'Cause you won't listen to anyone else's point of view. All I'm saying is it is not clear-cut."

"Look, you either want to be a help here, someone who cares for everybody, no matter how spotty their soul may be, or you are "milady," who gives six of the best to the peasants when we get uppity." He jibs you.

" Uppity? I know you had your past indiscretions, but these were bushrangers who killed three men, one a father." You reply.

" Some people need to thieve in order to eat." Jack sighs.

"And that can lead to death, too." It was getting harder to hold back your tears.

"Have you ever seen anybody dead on the streets from hunger?"

"No!" You agree.

"Have you ever paid for anything you've eaten? Or worn, or lived in?"

"That's a false syllogism." You say turning back toward the cupboard door. Jack runs up behind you.

"Whatever that is, it is not. If you can't see what is happening here, y/n, then you and I have big problems. This puts a wall between us." His arm is across You holding the door shut.

" You climbed it fine when you kissed me in the surgery." You say, a tear escaping down your face. Jack sighs, he knows he has pushed you too far. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"let me go, I should, I wish to leave." You whisper.

"Y/n-"

"I wish to leave."

You do not let any tears fall from your eyes until you reached your bedroom. Where you fling yourself upon your bed and cry until exhausted you fall asleep

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The sound of Fagin's voice wakes you some time later and you tiptoe along behind him. With your arms crossed you wait at the door as he comes shuffling out of your father's office with a large Hessian bag.

"Stealing like a common thief again?" You say when he spots you.

"Yes, well only what was stolen from us in the first place." He raises his hands towards you in submission.

"Fine, take the lot. I no longer care."

"actually we could do with your help you know. Doc is getting your sister for an operation but you, you might be exactly what we need." His smile unnerved and intrigued you.

"Okay, take me there." You agree.

Belle and Dawkins come down the stairs discussing the procedure they are about to do. You pay them no mind as you step into the carriage.

"you're coming?" Jack asks hopeful.

"To help the people, not you." You say turning yourself away from them.

"Sorry about the pissing, Fagin, I just couldn't... Whoa! Hello, Your Majesty." Flashbang spoke when he saw you and Belle.

"Hello." You reply.

"Is this a criminal conspiracy?" Belle asks

"In a manner of speakin', yes."

"If you're going to the hospital, Belle, I'm coming to see Sneedy." Fanny pushes past Flashbang to get in beside Belle, forcing Jack to sit beside you. Fagin plonks himself on the luggage tray at the back and Flashbang hangs onto the side.

Jack glances at you occasionally, you are sure he wants to talk to you but you keep your eyes turned away only replying to Fanny.

At the hospital you follow them all inside. It's agreed that you'll go to the prof and distract him whilst the others got Red's baby out safely. When you were satisfied that he was deep enough into the second bottle you went up to Red's room. Fagin taking your place. Jack stands at the door.

"How is it going?" You ask keeping a distance from the doctor.

"Well I think, I'm not allowed in." He replies.

"Belle is operating alone?"

"she is more than capable."

"Of course she is, Belle would run rings around any trained man." You sit down beside Tim. "Red is strong, she'll be alright." You comfort him.

Jack watches you talk with the man, how he seems instantly at ease with you. All the people in Port Victory did. You held an air of kindness that spread out to those you spoke to. He had to admit to himself that having you here, speaking with the patients and holding their hands eased them. It made the wards feel lighter, as if death was not hanging over their heads. Taking in a long breath Jack turned back to his work opening the door just enough to call in.

" Nearly... I have it now." Belle says from.inside.

"How is it in there? Do you have the head yet?" He called.

"Now, pull up and out." Jack guides her.

" Just one more cut.* Hetty says as they clamp the umbilical chord, " She's out. Come on, Belle."

" Please breathe." Belle encourages the baby with a rub to its chest. The new born cries and everyone sighs with relief.

" Now stitch her, fascia first." Jack reminds her. "Is Red all right?" Tim pushing his way into the room.

"She's breathing steady, Tim." Belle reassures him, handing the now swaddled infant. With them all in the room you chose to stay out, waiting for Gaines to appear.

They managed to sneak the woman and the baby out of the room and secret her away in Jack's room.

Belle is cleaning away her equipment when Jack walks back in.

"We did it. Hetty and I, we kept them both alive." She smiles.

" In time for your father to hang her." Jack snaps back. Belle is about to argue when the door opens and Aputi and Flash bring a large basket into the room. You follow them in as they place the covered body on the bed.

"Well done."

"No! You're body snatching!" Belle rrmarks.

"Pretty standard in our line of work." Jack comments.

" You can't be serious."

"Belle,This is the only way to save her." You say.

" Clearly pregnant. Very good." Jack says before pulling the sheet back, "Clearly not pregnant. This a man." He chastises them.

" Big Kit's all we had in the deadhouse, Dr. Jack." Aputi explained as they left the room.

"This is madness! It can't work! And it's a capital offence!" Belle snapped

" So is killing a mother before she's even put her own child to her breast." You snap back.

"So, what's more important, milady?"

You are the first to hear Gaines approaching and slip out of the room. Jack follows you closing the door behind him.

"Captain," you pretend to feel sadness. "I fear the mother and baby died on the table. How does one bear this sort of loss, Captain?" You put a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving further. "I have never seen it, but perhaps you were right, darkness cannot birth light I suppose." You say. He nods.

"Yes, lady y/n, it is awful when the innocent are tard by the guilty." He pushes your hand away and attempts to step past you.

"You can't go in. Her body's undressed. For shame. And you, a Godly man. Have you no decency?" You pour every bit of heartache you had into the words.

"I need to see the body." He tells you.

" What are you going to do, Captain? Hang her corpse?" You ask.

" Have the Professor bring me the death certificate." The Captain hisses.

"Dr. Dawkins can sign it."

"No! I would find it much more reliable if the Professor signs it." He walks away. Turning yourself round to Jack you look up at him.

"Thank you." He says.

"I didn't do it for you." You drop your eyes to the ground.

"y/n, I-" you shake your head, "I'll see to the patient." He lets you walk away from him, wishing he hadn't.

Knocking on the door you step into the room, Red sat on the small bed by the window.

"How are you?" You ask.

"Better now. You know you are nothing like the rest of your family. There's a little crime in you." Red said with a chuckle, "would you like to hold her?"

You nod and come forward, sitting on the end of the bed. You take the bundle into your arms and rock her.

"She's beautiful." You say a wide smile on your face.

"it's suits you." Tim states.

"What is it, why didn't you follow society? Why ain't you married?" Red asked.

"oh, I.... I'm not well. I wouldn't make a man a widower or a child and orphan." You reply, keeping your eyes on the sleeping baby.

"Sorry." Red whispered. Not long after Fagin arrived and then Jack. At first you wanted to leave but you stayed at Tim's request. Jack poured you all a small glass of Fagin's stolen liqueur.

When at last Belle was done with her cleaning she came up to find you. Not wanting to speak to her you simply walked alongside to the carriage.

At home again you sat in your bed the blankets over knees when Belle and Fanny came giggling into her room. Belle climbed into the bed beside you and Fanny dropped her head to your lap.

"I shared my first kiss." She said looking UK at you.

"With Sneed?" You asked.

" And did you enjoy it?" Belle cuddled closer. "Mixed. At first, it was lovely. But then I think I hurt him rather badly. He was quite angry, actually." She screwed up her face.

"Someone'll sweep you off your feet when you least expect it in the most inconvenient of moments." You say brushing back her hair and stroking her face with the back of your hand.

" I had a thought." She said, flipping herself onto her stomach, "Considering your health, perhaps you and Dr. Dawkins could have a long, happily unconsummated love affair until he walks off, desolate, into the windswept moors..." she all but sings her fantasy, you feel a pang of gult.

"We don't have moors here." Belle reminded her.

"But yes, that is a nice thought." You agree. Your sisters cuddle into you and you all giggle over the day until your mother commands you all to bed.

*_*_*_*_*

Fagin and Dawkins sat at a table in the tavern, Rotty poured them both a drink I to the metal tankards.

"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin grins. "Yeah. She did, didn't she?"

"And her sister, the older one, she is a boone, still, it's not really their world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, theirs isn't yours." He reminded the younger man. Jack played with his cup and turned to the window. His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the nicest sight he had seen in days. Without saying a word to his companion, Jack walked outside.

"Milady. I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon."

You smile from below your cape, dropping the hood down. Reaching out you take the cup from his hand and swallow down the liquid.

" So am I, now." You smile, "The crime, it's not just for survival. You actually love it." You say.

"The worst parts of me do." Jack admits.

"well, I cannot say I did not enjoy getting one over on Gaines." You admit. Jack laughs.

" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You take a step toward him.

"Oh, yes. We are completely unsuited." He agrees matching your movement.

"We should really never see each other socially." You offer up words you don't believe.

"No, that wouldn't be right." He said moving close enough to slide his hand around your waist. Crashing his lips to yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You spin him round so his back hits the wall.

" Holy hell, we're in trouble." You whisper.

"So much trouble." Jack he replies placing his lips to yours and you feel all your resolve disappearing.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Jack speaks between kisses.

Everything had changed in that few seconds. Your life would never be the same.

Episode seven

@fandomfan-102

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

The Funny Tall Man

Summary: Scar is just trying to take over a mushroom island, he did not agree to being a baby sitter. 

Warnings: Nothing really, this is Fluff and SFW, well unless you count Scar being an evil homewrekcer (literally, he burns homes) and Mother Spore being a mind controlling fae (who low key kidnaps people).

Notes: This is for @sporelings-au and @headless-witch  Tags: @riveraryy and @flooflepuff

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HEP found itself working hard most days, as the Mycelium was spreading. Scar sighed rubbing his neck and popping it, his ears drooping down. He picked up another paper and read it over sipping on some tea, the rich flavor was nice. Everything was grown locally, everything in his office was grown by him. Giving the place a very lush feel.

Vines hanged down from the ceiling, the air was crisp and clean, the inside made of a hallowed tree. It was the exact opposite of the mushroom villages with air that was thick with spores. The air was near unbreathable by his people, who seemed to have a clear disdain of the Mushroom Sporelings of Mother Spore. 

While Scar himself has no true interest in the island, he had to admit that their encroach onto his territory made him act. Sure the situation had been minor. But Scar wasn’t a push over, and wasn’t going to let the, rather beautiful, Mother Spore think she could just go outside her island. 

He gave pause thinking back to the dear Mother of Sporelings. Beautiful she was, but also wicked. Her mere touch wilted all his plants, his babies, making himself prick with discomfort. Top it off in the past she’s kidnap Woodland Fae of his, and... changed them into these near mindless beings with her spores. Making his insides twist at the thought of it.

Scar wasn’t a fool, while he flirted and teased the mushroom fae, he knew not to let her near him for too long. Not to accept anything from her. Tea was nice, even if they never reached an agreement.

Mother Spore was unwilling to release and give back his people, and Scar as a result would not stop burning houses until he made his point clear. Besides, they were making the air near unbreathable in places too close to his kingdom. 

Signing the paper and putting it out in the out tray neatly the door opened. He looks up as Bdubs comes into the room. “Scar!.” he said, “The garden section is experiencing some wilting.” 

A frown, “Wilting?” Scar echoed bemused, that was rare for his plants to wilt. But as he reached out through the roots he felt the wilting in the area seemed to be spreading. A grimace on his face as he rose and left the room. Heading briskly with his cane clacking on the ground to the garden section.

The Gardens were where he grew most of the food for the main city. Tall fruit trees, small bushes of berries, and vegetables abound in the fields. A place where he was certain Mother was envious of. Perhaps he should make a basket of fresh foods... maybe he could win over the Mother’s favor yet.  Bdubs wanted this was over fast, but Mumbo, his second, wanted a little bloodshed done as possible. Mumbo in fact was the spear head of many political meet ups. Even if they bore little fruit. 

He frowned as he saw one of the blackberry bushes was indeed wilted, as was the strawberry plants, and the blueberries with them. “How in the world?” Scar looked puzzled as he touched the wilted leaves bring them back to their green glow. 

Slowly the plants did heal as his magic poured into them. But Scar noticed one area wasn’t growing at all, as he paused and moved over to the leaves.

“Shhh! He’ll hear us!” “These berries are so good!” “I told you not to touch the bush Ren!”

Pushing them back a squeal was heard as Scar jumped back from a wooden sword to his face. “What in the world!?” Scar yelped as he looked from the sword to an angry red eye glaring at him. 

This one looked familiar, as Scar wracked his brain for info, he remembered seeing this little one with Mother. He looked past the very defiant, somewhat fearful, sporeling to see others huddled together in the bushes. One with ears had a mess of blackberry juice around his lips. 

“What are you doing here?” Scar inquired as he pushed the wooden sword away easily, much to the tall sporlings annoyance. 

“none of your business!” he said in a puffed up brave voice, but Scar easily caught the waver in it. 

“We wanted to meet you!” Another said with him, the little girl with the pink dress and fairy wings said with a bright smile. 

Scar gave a look crossing his arms, “And wilting my berry bushes is how you greet yourselves?” he asked in a firm voice.

Head hung down at that, they looked guilty. “We’re sorry.” the slim child said with a small voice. “They were just so good looking, we don’t have things like this at home.” he said black eyes looking up at Scar.

The slight anger did fade at that, as Scar grimaced to himself, then sighed heavily as he rubbed his face and eyes. “Alright, come out now, so I can heal the plants, and I'll pick you some more berries... just don’t touch anything.” he said to the small kids. Watching as they all clamored out, and the tallest one eyes him with distrust herding them to the middle of the garden. 

Scar shook his head, as he got back to work, healing away the damage done. Smiling softly as he could feel the life returning to the bushes. “Woah.”  A tiny head poked over his shoulder as she stared in awe at how the bushes came back to life. “You can grow plants mister!?” she asked looking at him with wide black eyes.

A nod as Scar started to pick some berries, “Yes, one of my many talents.” he chuckled a bit. “Everything here I grew myself.”

This did get the kids to look around in awe finally taking in how tall the trees were, “We don’t have anything like this at home!” squeaked out the slime boy.

“Unless you count Mother’s tall mushrooms.” the one with horns said with a smile. 

Scar’s smile fell a bit, right, these little guys hadn’t seen anything green save for when they are near his territory. It also seemed they inherited their Mother’s powers of wilting things. 

“I see, well, this is just the section I use to grow fruits, there are place I also grow vegetables, trees for sap, and flowers.” Scar listed off.

“FLOWERS!?” the little girl in pink said in excited, “Can I see!? Please!?” she asked yanking on his tail coat. 

A bit startled by her outburst, Scar stared down at her, then to the children who also looked curious. Well, almost all of them, the one eyed child looked annoyed. “I suppose so, first off though,” he looked at each of them, “Names?”

They each listed off their names, Etho, Stress, Ren, XB, Jevin, and Impulse. 

“Well, my name is Scar... and I guess I can show you the flower gardens, But don’t pick any of them, The flowers are very delicate.” Scar’s voice was firm as they all nodded, eager giggles and jumping up and down. 

Shaking his head and holding back a smile, he had them all hold hands as he lead them along. The flower gardens weren’t that far, and he had no dout they’d be also eager to eat the berries he picked too. Though... “Does your Mother know you guys are here?” Scar asked them with a curious look back at the group.

“Uh... No...?” Ren’s ears flicked down at that. 

“We wanted to see where you go to Funny Tall Man!” Impulse said to him with wide eyes. “We... didn’t expect it to take this long though.”

Alarm bells were in Scar’s head, “When did you guys leave the Mycelium territory?” he asked.

Looking at each other confused, it was Etho who spoke up, “When the sun was rising.”

Scar paled a bit; it was nearing the afternoon now! These children had been out of their Mother’s gaze for over 6 hours! Goodness its no wonder they were hungry and looked tired. 

“Oh dear...” Scar groaned, no doubt Mother Spore was worried sick for them. Look, he might be in a war with her, but he was against using children in a war. Pitching the bridge of his nose, Scar took a breath, he’ll pen a letter to the Goat Father and Mother Spore. This was not going to look well at all, but he also didn’t want to send these kids back to walking on their own! They were lucky they ever found his area and didn’t get lose in the Wildwoods Forest!

Scar’s thoughts were broken as he heard Stress gasp, “Flowers!” she squealed rushing over, Scar quickly stopped her from grabbing on. Shaking his head firmly as she blinked and looked sad but nodded. 

Quickly though, Stress bounced back, “What are these ones called?!” she asked excitedly looking at the pretty purples and pinks.

“Orchids, they are very delicate flowers and very picky flowers too.” Scar told her, “They don’t like to grow for just anything, the conditions have to be right.” he said. Setting up a blanket on the gorund and the basket of fruits for the kids. Which they all quickly moved to sit down as Scar also got some water from the spring nearby. 

It was burning up today, no doubt they were thirsty. He took a breath to keep from fretting, these were Mother’s children, if a hair was harmed on them it’d be his neck. He was looking for a fight, not death. 

Stress ran over to another that Jevin was looking at, “Frogs!” the slime boy said picking up a white frog that squirmed in his grip.

“Yes, I have quiet a few of them.” Scar said then turned, “Ren don’t lick a frog please.” he told the wolf looking sporeling.  Ren froze with his tongue out, and carefully let go of the green frog with a pout. 

“What are these flowers called mister tall man?” Impulse asked looking at the ones in the water that were white.

“Lilies, these ones grow on pads that the frogs can use to stand on.” Scar told them, “See that stem under them, it’s goes all the way down to the bottom of the pond and is rooted into it.” he explained.

He watched as their eyes seemed to be filled with wonder, Stress rushing form the pond over to XB near a large tree, “What’s these!?” she asked pointing to the waxy leave tree with pink and white flowers.

“Magnolias,” Scar told her, “They are ever greens, meaning they don’t shed their leaves in the fall like Mape or Oak tress, but rather shed them year-round, they also come in colors of pink and white.”

XB picked up one of the dead leaves on the ground feeling it’s waxy coating with curious eyes.

Taking his hand, Stress lead Scar over to Etho and these tall yellow flowers, “What are these flowers?” she asked.

“Black Eyed Susans, and the tall ones in the back are Sunflowers.” Scar went over to a small machine near the sunflowers and held out his hand. Out came some seeds that were toasted, “Here.” he handed the two some. “Sunflower seeds are edible.”

Etho looked wary, but did take some, and after seeing Stress try some, he ate a few too. “Their salty.. but crunchy.” he said looking at the rest.

Scar nodded, “They are a good snack, but make sure you drink water as they are rather salty.” he agreed, smiling warmly at Etho. 

“Mister Tall Man?” 

Scar turned, “yes?” he inquired curiously walking over. 

He looked to see Ren pointing to some plants, “These ones don’t have flowers.”

Walking over to Ren, Scar nodded, “Sometimes they do, but not right now. These are herbs. The purple flowered ones are Lavender, the large leave ones that are bumpy is Sage, the dark green ones here is Mint.”

Stress peered at them, “Well what are they used for?” she asked watching Scar pluck off a few leaves and flowers.

“A variety of things, potions, medicine, rituals, even just to make some cooking stuff taste better, or just your house to smell better.” Scar let her smell them even if the tip wilted, “Jellie loves Lavender.”

Giggling Stress sniffed again, “It smells so nice!” she looked very happy as Scar couldn’t help but smile.

They went around looking at whatever caught the kids eyes, Lily of the Valley, Roses, Zinnias, Cosmos. The vining plants of Moon Flowers, Purple Passions, Morning Glories, along with other herbs such as Dill, Thyme, and Rosemary. 

And wrangling them back to take a break and eat something as Scar penned a letter and sent the bird on it’s way to find Mother Spore. The kids were luckily well behaved enough, if Scar had to stop Ren from pouncing on his tail and biting it. they obeyed his rules of don’t touch unless he gives permission. Jevin had fun catching frogs and other creatures, he suppose it was good he couldn’t kill the animals. 

Scar answered any questions they had about plants, within reason, mostly they asked about flowers and herbs. Perhaps it did break his heart a bit that these children had never seen green grass, blue skies, or plants this abundant. Nor could they touch them. 

It made him wonder how anyone could be happy as a Sporeling. Mumbo spoke little of it, even if he still cared for them, it was clear he had no interest in going back. Scar couldn’t say he blamed him, who would want ugly purple grass and only fungus growing around!?

He watched as the children did curl up and started to fall asleep. Etho fought it off for a long time before he cuddled with Ren resting. Scar took a breath, and petted Impulse’s hair watching the sun turn to evening time, and waiting for news from Bdubs on when Mother would come to collect her children.

He can’t say it was a bad day, Scar adores it when people are interested in in awe of his amazing terraforming skills. Even if these children had technically escaped form home and broke into his base. Shaking his head, Scar waited silently.

This was going to be a long talk with Mother Spore, but he would assure her they were fed and well taken care of. And hope she didn’t try to kill his whole garden!

Little did Scar know Mother would be quiet calm about the situation, and might even be curious about flowers herself. 

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Notes: If you guys want a oneshot of Mother Spore’s reaction and conversation with Mayor Scar then let me know. Other wise take your fluff!

Scar and Grian are both evil idiots in this one, and both had good and bad reasons for wanting this war. 

Up to Witch if it wants this to be canon. 

Anywho cute sporelings whoo! (Sorry it was a little rushed at the end it’s 10pm here XD)

[paintedstories]

little girl

->Bang Christopher Chan, known as the god of war/wrath (ARES) x fem small town babysitter.

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[playlist]

A.N: Just came back from turkey(5 hours ago) in vacation. Now the series starts!!

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"And the last thing is, to not go at that castle," Amy said while pointing to a dark castle on the far point of a mountain, half hidden by the clouds. like it was a god's home, far beyond this world.

"Why?" you asked curiously while looking at it with adoration. "It's said that there lives the God of Wrath and War, Ares... no one dares to go, and who did, never has been heard of them, ever... again..." She said while making a killing motion with her thumb on her neck.

"mhm, so you all believe there lives a...god...?" you questioned while giving her a look that said that she was crazy.

"Trust me y/n!" she said while starting to walk away, motioning for you to follow. "that place gives me the chill only by looking at it..." she said while hugging her shoulders, on her clean face being painted a look of horror.

"if you say so... let us change the subject. What kids do I have tomorrow to babysit, you told me that someone already asked for their kids to be taken care of by 10 AM." You said while walking closer to her holding the basket full of goods that your new friends, the villagers gave you while visiting.

"well miss Pinch will leave for work tomorrow at ten as you know and you will babysit her kids for 2 months, this will be all your job, let me show you her house. Oh! by the way, be at her house with 10 minutes faster, she likes punctual ppl."

"noted, now show me the house, I want to go sleep, this day has been exhausting!!!" you said with a whine.

after 2 hours of seeing the rest of the village and the house you're going to be working at for the future two weeks, you arrived home and went to sleep. But your sleep was quick to be interrupted.

"the window to your bedroom opened showing the bright moon, as you got up to watch it you heard someone running then silence.

"hm, weird, maybe this house really is haunted as Amy said haha" you laughed alone then went to sleep.

in the morning you were at Miss Pinche's house at 9:50 exactly how Amy told you. knocking 3 times for luck you waited till she answered the door. there in front of you stood a beautiful-haired slim woman with a bright smile.

"you must be y/n right?" she asked with a mother like nature in her voice, visible that she had kids.

"Indeed miss!" you said while returning the smile.

Two months had passed as quick as the spring rain. You were heading home from the town market ready to make a nice spring soup and a cheesecake.

On your way home you keep thinking about these 2 past months, how many things have happened, so strange. randomly flowers found at your door when you got home at night, primarily red roses, then at night you kept seeing a figure of a man in the corner of the room. weird, you saw him, but you never felt frightened so you just let it be, it's just your imagination, what can he do to you.....right?

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

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.

*knock* * knock * *knock*

*uh.. I'm coming!!" you screamed while putting a night gown on you, as you were used to sleeping only in your undergarments.

Running to the door and opening it you saw a man dressed like a messenger. "Good morning miss! the future king would like you to come with me to the castle," You were shocked. who? the.....future ... king..?

"I will get ready in 5 minutes and I will let you escort me sir" You bowed and went inside starting to dress, Under your dress in your stockings you put a small blade, in case of anything.

while making your hair you couldn't stop thinking about this king, Is this the one from that dark castle Amy told you to not go to? or was he from some other place?

as you were going to the door you saw in the corner of your eye that man again ... but as always he was too blurry for you to distinguish his features, one thing you could know for sure, was that he was tall, towering, might I also add.

opening the door you were again met with the messenger.

"Miss, you are ready, the prince is not patient

[keithsandwich]

More Than That

Pairing: Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Massage, Accidental Boner, Love Confessions, Nudity, Dorks in Love, Fluff, Kiss.

Summary: Keith finds himself ready to get a massage, but the massage therapist is the woman he has feelings about.

Notes: Based on this post. No beta, so please, be nice! If you see any errors, let me know!

He opened his eyes to see a white wooden ceiling with a basket pendant light. The light was off. There was no need for it when the sun shined brightly through the open window. Sunbeams hit the little prisms hanging next to the flowy curtains, casting little particles of rainbow around the room. And the room, as it slowly unfolded to his perception, was a very simple and small one, with a light-colored tapestry hanging from the wall across the window. There was a vintage counter with many drawers. Above it were some little amber glass bottles, plants, candles, and sticks of incense burning — their smoke spiraling beautifully in the air and spreading a sandalwood and jasmine scent. The sound of a gentle running water complemented the scenery nicely.

Keith was so relaxed laying down in the middle of the room that he felt like he had woken up to a dream. 

A door opened and closed behind his head, and another mix of aromas joined the already delicious scent symphony. Bergamot, rosemary and basil in a coconut base. It was cozy. Before Keith could close his eyes and let himself sink in that comfort, a soft, hushed voice made his eyes snap open and his heart race inside his chest.

“Told you I wouldn't take long.”

Maeve appeared in his field of vision, beaming brighter than the sun and holding a small pottery bowl. She walked across the room, and as Keith followed her with his gaze, a sudden realization made his breathing falter and the palms of his hands sweat coldly.

He was naked.

Well, almost. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, and he prayed he was wearing his boxers underneath it. He wished he could check, but that would be too weird. Now that his other self had got him into that situation, Keith had to go along with it somehow. 

He tried to rationalize it. Maeve offered massage therapy along with other forms of natural healing in her studio. He was most likely in a room at the back, ready to receive one after he scheduled it behind his back. He probably knew Keith would have a panic attack about it, and was enjoying watching the whole situation.

His chest was moving erratically and tensely as he struggled to breathe, knowing that the woman he had been daydreaming about was getting ready to touch his body with her bare hands. 

“You know, being so tense is a little counterproductive here,” Maeve said with a soft laugh while tying her hair up in a messy bun. “Relax. I promise I won't hurt you.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I… I've never had a massage before…” he lied. Keith had had massages before when he suffered a muscle strain. It was very different then, however. Not being in love with the massage therapist made the whole experience much easier.

“First of all, you have to breathe.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath herself, moving her hands up and down in front of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. Maeve looked so cute he simply couldn't close his eyes and mimic her. Keith had to watch her soft movements, her pursed lips, her kindness overflowing in every gesture. 

It was almost unbearable. He wished he could run away so he didn't have to hide how much he wanted to kiss her.

“Are you feeling better now? Or do you need a few more minutes?” 

Maeve had grinned beautifully when she opened her eyes. There was no way Keith would ever be ready for this, but he knew he would be wasting her time if he kept stalling her. Maybe closing his eyes and breathing could indeed be helpful.

“I'm sorry I'm taking so much of your time. Go ahead, I… I think I can relax more during the massage, I mean… that's part of the benefits, right?”

Keith laid his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. He could still feel the warmth of her smile in her voice.

“You'll see there's nothing to be scared of. Soon you're gonna get all comfy, I'm sure of it,” Maeve sounded quieter and quieter as she spoke, until her voice vanished and only the running water remained. 

She touched his right foot first, delicately, but not so light it would tickle him. Still, he shivered. It was her touch, after all, spreading that fragrant oil on his skin and working on it with undivided attention. Maeve applied the right amount of pressure on the sole and made circular motions on each toe. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to try to prevent any weird sound from coming out. 

There should be a way to go through it without doing anything inappropriate. Maeve was a professional massage therapist, touching him professionally. No matter how he felt about her, his first priority was to respect her. 

Maeve… a profissional. 

Maybe he should focus only on the later part. With closed eyes, Keith could pretend it was someone else giving him a massage, anyone else. Just a… random therapist.

A therapist that didn't have the best smile, one that highlighted the cute little freckles spreaded all over their cheeks and their nose. A smile that reached gorgeous green eyes; eyes that mesmerized him. Eyes that made him captive, and Keith had to watch himself not to stare at them for too long.

But when he did, Maeve would giggle, blush, tug her hair behind her ear and look away with that smile on her face.

No, she wasn't the person who was now massaging his calves with firm, yet delicate hands, no. He tried to visualize again that faceless therapist. A person without a name that tasted so sweet on his tongue whenever he said it out loud. Maeve, Mae, may I make you mine? Mine, mine, my, Maeve. 

His cheeks tingled and burned. He felt so pathetic.

Keith took a deep breath and tried to concentrate again.

Those hands sliding up to his thighs belonged to someone else. Someone whose hair didn't smell like a mix of tropical, aphrodisiac flowers. That scent that whenever blew his way aroused instincts Keith wasn't even aware he had within himself. His body would tremble as he struggled to control the need to take each lock of Maeve's hair, each braid, and devotedly kiss it. He would press his lips together while resisting the urge to pull her silky strands aside and nuzzle against the back of her neck, where that scent was probably stronger.

And he would almost cry when thinking of it alone, yearning to discover what other aromas were hidden in Maeve’s body.

Keith felt the touch going up towards his covered hips, fingers that would slip underneath the towel, but graciously turn around his hip bones and make their way down without the slightest of the brushes against his… pelvis. He clenched his fists; wishes too dirty to admit filling his mind. 

Once, when they were working together in his lab after hours, they accidentally bumped into each other. Maeve had been washing some beakers when Keith tried to reach for a flask on the shelf above the sink, being careful not to touch her. “Excuse me,” he had murmured softly, keeping a safe distance while stretching his arms out over her. She was so small next to him, it shouldn't be a problem. Still, he had to stand on his tiptoes to get the flask he wanted while maintaining the space between them. That's when Maeve turned around unexpectedly, as if she hadn't heard or felt his presence behind her, causing him to lose his balance. Keith was able to hold the edge of the sink in time to prevent a fall, but in this, he ended up pressing her body against his for a brief, shocked moment, when they looked at each other's eyes awkwardly before he moved away, apologizing like never before.

Those few seconds were enough to etch the memory of her frame on his flesh. Her heat, her breath, all the curves and soft parts. The way her lips parted only slightly, as if she was about to say something. Keith could have so easily slid his tongue between them, claimed her taste, and made Maeve his. But it only happened in his fantasies later while remembering this moment, again and again. Each time making him feel dirtier, more perverted, more unworthy of her trust.

And it was very, very inconvenient remembering all of this now, as her hands were on his body. Except… they weren't.

Keith almost froze in fear, but he had to open his eyes to see what happened. And when he did, he found Maeve staring at the towel on his hips. And the towel on his hips had that shameful, disgusting, completely inappropriate volume he tried so hard to avoid, but his mind tricked him. She suddenly moved her startled gaze from that part to his eyes, her cheeks bright red. 

“I'm sorry!” they said in unison. 

Keith sat straight so quickly he felt dizzy, and Maeve shook her head and touched his shoulders, intending to make him lay back down again on the massage table.

“Maeve, I'm so sorry, this is so disrespectful of me to… to… you know, ah,” he babbled. His mind was so hazy he had to rub his temples to try to think straight. His stomach was churning. “You must think I'm a creep, but I didn't mean… it… I don't want anything weird, I just…”

“Keith…” Maeve said his name patiently a few times until he finally let her talk. And she did, still holding his shoulders and looking into his eyes so sweetly it only made everything worse. “Relax, this is normal. This is absolutely normal, you don't have to feel so bad about it. It's just a physiological reaction, you know that, don't you?” She smiled reassuringly and slowly moved towards the door, making soothing hand gestures. “Try to breathe, I'm gonna bring you a glass of water. Hold on. Don't go anywhere.”

Maeve left the room gesturing the whole time. Keith could tell she was worried about him. She was way too good to him, much more than he deserved. His chest was hurting with guilt. He knew the right thing to do was to get away from her, don't contact her again until those feelings vanished and he was able to behave appropriately with her — like a friend. Just a friend.

Or not. Maybe never seeing her again was the only option. Keith would never be able to be just friends with her, and Maeve deserved so much more than a failure like him in her life.

He sighed heavily and lifted up the towel to check the situation down there. Boxers on, excitement down. Feeling gloomy like that was useful for at least one thing. 

“Here we go!” Maeve got back with a glass of water and her typical warm smile gracing her face. Keith accepted the glass without thinking while she leaned against the counter in front of him. “Are you feeling better now? Just say the word and we'll continue.”

“Maeve… Sorry, I don't think I can,” he said, looking down at the water. “I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I did something unforgivable. You shouldn't be so nice to me, that… That wasn't just a physiological reaction,” Keith admitted. He had to. He should do at least one right thing to her. 

“What do you mean?” Her smile was fading, but it was still there, weak and confused. “You didn't do anything wrong, it was just your body, that's okay…”

“It's not just my body.” Keith felt his throat getting dry, so he took a sip of water. He could feel her puzzled stare on him, but needed that moment before continuing. “Mae… sorry, Maeve. I can't get a massage from you because I want you. I have feelings… For you.”

“Keith…” She placed her hands over his that were still around the glass. He looked at the delicate fingers she must've washed to take out the excess of oil before pouring him water, but they were still soft and fragrant, and they enveloped him in warmth. He didn't know why she was touching him like this, not after his confession. “Do you know why I've apologized to you too?” Keith couldn't remember her apologizing, all he thought about was his own shame. Her face flushed and she continued before he could express his confusion. “Because I was staring at you inappropriately. I… I have been interested in you for a long time now, but I thought…”

“Interested in me?” he interrupted her, making Maeve look at him with eyes that begged him not to make her explain any further. “It’s just… You know that I'm a loser…”

It was her time to interrupt him, but not with words. Maeve leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. Keith could feel the softness of her mouth, the closeness of her gesture as she pressed her nose against his cheek, and her eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly as she closed her eyes. The air coming out of her lungs gently filled his own. It made his heart race madly, coursing so much life through his veins he could just burst in joy. He smiled. The tension left his body and he tilted his head towards her kiss with a need that was much sweeter than the ravenous desires he had for her.

For Maeve deserved nothing but sweetness. Even if she wanted him too, he would do it the right way, accepting the love she was giving without being greedy. Keith could only be grateful. The most beautiful woman in the world had just kissed him.

It felt like paradise.

Maeve looked into his eyes after pulling back from the kiss and then lowered her stare sheepishly. She took the cup of glass from his hands and put it on the counter slowly, as if she was still in a daze herself. 

“I think you're right, I can't give you a massage right now, it wouldn't be profissional of me,” Maeve said with a small laugh. Keith couldn't stop smiling, even if he tried. Taking all the steps that would hopefully lead them to share a real intimacy would be better than pretending he was just a patient, and she was just a massage therapist. They were more than that. She had just confirmed it, and he hadn't felt that happy in a long, long time. “I'm gonna brew us some tea while you dress. We can… Just sit down and have some tea together.” 

“We can…” he echoed her words, too enthralled with what just happened that he couldn't say anything else. Keith couldn't even move for a moment after she left the room to give him privacy to dress. The scent of the oil they shared, the touch of her hands and lips, her breath, her care — it all lingered and embraced him in a way that left him full of love and frightened at the same time. What if it all went away the moment he left the room?

What if Maeve changed her mind?

Maybe being in love was a pleasure and an agony, but this is where he was right now. And Keith would not run away.

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[game-on-comics]

For the beginners and champions of each sport (most specifically, Cole and Lucía, but it's open to all of them):

How well do you get along? Champions, have you given any advice to the beginners?

Cole: Me and Lucia? Oh yeah, we get along very well actually! Even though I’m not that good, she helps me practice a lot!

Lucia: Indeed! Practice is key, and I try to make him return harder shots by trying out different hitting techniques! Improvement is slow but… I’m sure he’ll get better while I do the Return Challenge with him!

(also gonna do for the others because it's a real interesting question XD also cool extra lore, coughs... all are under the cut since the post is kinda long ig)

Ryan: You’d be surprised that both me and Matt are on really good terms. Friends even, despite me sucking at both of his best sports.

Matt: I taught Ryan the rules for both Boxing and Swordplay, and let him practice with me in friendly matches. I trust him to be a really good referee, and in the meantime I get to teach him some of the best strategies for him to try. And most importantly: determination!

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Miguel: Tommy? We don’t speak much, but I’m a big fan! I’m afraid I won’t be at his level in this sport, but perhaps while watching him and his team play our team might learn a trick or two…

Tommy: I guess I haven’t really approached Miguel much because I’m so focused on talking to Eva and Tyrone… However, if he needs advice, I’d say to not just work on the shooting, but the dribbling as well. Learn how to get close enough to the basket before the opponent snatches the ball, and you might get some easy hoops!

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Naomi: Oh yeah, even though I’m not good in Cycling, I’m still good friends with Anna! We usually talk it out at lunch or something, she may be intimidating at first but she’s actually really nice!

Anna: Definitely! And my advice would simply be to go with the flow! I tend to like going on a nice bike ride with friends, so Naomi gets to join along when she can!

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Hiroshi: In all honesty… none of us really want to interact much with Elisa and Sarah. I-I mean… look at them!

Shouta: We’re all a bit terrified of them, that’s for sure!

Sarah: I’ve told the players time and time again! Keep playing tennis and keep trying, that way you’ll get more confident! Ah… Elisa, any other advice you’d like to make?

Elisa: …………… keep practicing.

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Elisa: Sakura? ………… she’s fine I guess…

Sakura: Oooh yes yes, I talked to Elisa a lot! I try to teach her different throws, batting skills, and running… Oh! But the best advice for her studious mind is to diversify her shots! But of course, all due in time, she needs to get the key components first! :3

[sandcobangevent]

Happy Birthday

By @anmaje and @ratinavan

“I’m sure he’ll be right down.” John loaded their dishes in the dishwasher and put an unused set away, while Mariana checked her purse again: Keys, wallet, phone. Passport, boarding pass, visa. Everything was in order.

“I’m not so sure about that. Your last case probably put him in a coma.” She chuckled.

“Not on your birthday.” He closed the latch, pushed a button and a low rumble washed through 221a. The morning had been beautiful, even with John’s slightly burnt pancakes, Mariana hoped the weather was as nice back home.

“Now, Archie, you be a good boy for me, hmm?” Mariana kissed the top of his head, leaving a faint, plum lipstick print.

“Now look what you’ve done! I still don’t get why you’re wearing all that to sit on a plane for three hours.” John crossed his arms and smiled warmly at her. She stood up and hugged him tight.

“It’s my birthday! I get to look nice,” she said. John squeezed her and let go.

“The nicest in all of economy.”

She hit him playfully.

“Sherlock! Last chance, mate!” John yelled up the stairs. And down came the great detective. He pattered down the seventeen steps in his dressing gown. Were you a stranger at 221b Baker Street, you might have thought him elegant as he floated down. John and Mariana knew better, but pretended not to have just seen their eyebagged friend fall down the stairs and stick the landing like a cat landing on all fours.

“Mrs. Hudson, about my hours on the time table-”

“I punched them in last night.”

“And the bill from my chemist?”

“Stammo sent me his colleague’s details days ago, Sherlock, it’s-”

“And when do you return?” He was exasperated. She smiled at him.

“In a week. Don’t miss me too much.” She wrapped her arms around him. He sighed contently.

“Imposible,” said he and let go. “Have a nice trip.”

“Thank you, guys. Take care, yeah? Adios!” She pulled her big suitcase behind her and the door closed.

John stood dumbfounded looking up at Sherlock. He couldn't believe it. He forgot. He forgot.

Sherlock stretched and yawned.

“I’m going back to bed, I would appreciate some quiet, if you are amenable.”

“Sure thing mate… you sure you’re not forgetting something?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dunno. Something important?”

“Watson, what on earth would I be-”

His face fell.

“Good God. You’re right.” The fallen expression shifted and cringed, his voice quiet. “Watson you’re right. Oh fuck.”

He sprang into action. Rushing upstairs, followed by John.

“She left in a car, judging by her amount of luggage. What car, what car, what car-”

“Sherlock, mate, calm down.” John entered 221b and was thrown his jacket.

“Put on your shoes!”

“What? No, just text her, or call her! She’ll understand, she knows-”

Sherlock was jumping on one foot, attempting to put on his coat and other shoe simultaneously.

“I will not abandon my duty as a friend.” He slipped on the shoe and finally stood tall over John. “Are you coming?”

There was still concern in the face of his friend, lines carved in his forehead accompanied by flittering eyes. John pulled on his jacket.

“I’m not riding in a bike basket again.”

“Bakerloo line to Paddington. Paddington to Heathrow. I’ll buy any ticket, and find her gate. Easy.” Sherlock ran down the steps to Baker Street station.

The morning sun shone down onto the platform through the big Victorian arches. John had little time to admire it as he tried to regain his breath.

“Phew, hah, God. Yeah, easy. Easy peasy.” He stood up, ignoring the trouble his bad leg might give him later.

They heard the train rumble.

“Right on cue! Come on Watson, this will indeed be easy peasy!”

“No! Nonono. NO!” Sherlock’s voice echoed on the platform. Paddington was a big place. A big stupid place where escalators and lifts were suddenly out of use. He kicked the air.

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t- I hadn’t-!” He knew a thousand stares pierced him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Keeping the crowd out and tears away. Until a hand grasped his wrist, and another pulled his fingers from his palms.

“Sherlock. There’ll be another train. We’ll catch her, I promise.”

Grey eyes opened.

“You’re right...”

“...Let's go back to that kiosk and get her a damned gift.”

The flowers were nice, John thought. For a Sainsbury’s, anyways. Three colours of roses. Red, orange and yellow. He massaged his aching knee as best he could on the crammed carriage, he knew it would get like this. Sherlock sat beside him, staring out the window, but in a state of unrest. His leg bounced up and down, he was clicking his tongue and covering his ears, since the ear defenders were forgotten in their rush. The carriage was full of travellers, suitcases took up as much space as people and not one but two babies were crying. This was sensory hell, not only for Sherlock, for everyone involved.

“Don’t be mad at yourself.”

“I don’t wish to discuss it.”

“It happens to all of us! On my second tour I forgot to call on my mum’s birthday. She thought for sure I was dead. A superior had to tell me to call, because she had been shouting at him for 20-”

He was interrupted by an electronic voice that may have belonged to a woman once announcing their stop.

Sherlock shot out of his seat.

“Hello good sir! What a splendid day to travel. I will be needing the cheapest ticket you have in your system, please and thank you!” Sherlock smiled big. Too big. But the attendee behind the counter cared little.

“Only one?” She looked over his shoulder at John.

“Yes, only one, chop chop.” Sherlock kept smiling.

“Alright… I got a cancelled ticket to Manchester?”

“‘Course you got a cancelled ticket to Manchester.” John chuckled behind Sherlock and got his toes stepped on in turn.

“That will do, thank you,” Sherlock said while pulling out his card.

“I’ll just need to see your passport.”

Sherlock Holmes’ passport was nestled between his fingerprint kit and his small collection of stress balls in the left drawer of his desk in 221b Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes sat outside Heathrow airport on a bench with his head in his hands.

“Her plane hasn’t taken off yet. You can still call.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Watson.”

“Hear what? She won't be cross, mate-”

“I don’t want to hear your entirely unhelpful solutions!” The crestfallen detective snapped. He stared up at his friend, who stood in front of him with a bouquet of rumpled roses.

“I don’t want you to tell me how to apologise to my friend. I made a mess, and I’ll clean it how I like. I made the bed. I’ve sown the seeds. Karma’s a bitch and I…”

“... am one too?”

“Am a bad friend.” His head fell into his hands again, attempting to hide an unwelcome sob. John sat down and had an arm around his friend immediately.

“Hey now, Sherlock, that isn’t true.”

“Yes it is! You two are so damned considerate, and I can’t even retain a fucking birthdate!”

“Alright! Big words! You’re still wrong, though. I’ve never had a friend of mine even consider fucking with airport security just to say happy birthday. I’d call that pretty damn considerate.” John smiled at him, attempting to catch his eyes. Sherlock looked ahead instead.

“Do you see that man, Watson?” He nodded at a frustrated man shoving a duffle bag in his car trunk. John frowned.

“What about him?”

The man slammed the trunk and walked swiftly back towards the airport.

“He has forgotten something, he has just realised, you see? It has nothing to do with luggage, as he didn’t think a second about the bag. What might you assume about him?” Sherlock looked expectantly at John. He still had tears on his cheeks.

“He knows where he left it?” John tried.

“And there’s a chance of recovery, so it would be in a place inaccessible to the general public. He works here.” Sherlock sniffled and dried his cheek with his coat sleeve. He stood up, gaze transfixed on the car. John followed.

“I thought we were having a heart to heart here,” he said playfully. Sherlock’s head snapped to him and long arms wrapped awkwardly around him.

“We were. Thank you for your comfort.” Sherlock was hugged in return and discretely whipped his nose on John's shoulder.

“And what are we doing now?” Said John, pulling away with a grin on his face.

“Fucking with airport security. Obviously.”

“Just bringing this man through to a private room for a search, don’t mind me.” The wrinkled uniform was slightly too big on Sherlock, but no one noticed as he confidently showed John through crowds and doors they shouldn’t have been able to get through.

“I can’t believe this is working.”

“ Shush ! Don’t look so smug, you’re about to strip in front of a stranger, John.”

“Maybe the man I am pretending to be likes that.”

Sherlock laughed and led them towards Mariana’s gate.

Mariana sat close to the giant window overlooking the runways. She watched as the luggage cart pulled away from the plane, the bridge extended towards it, priority boarding lined up. She barely registered two sets of rushing footsteps in the hustle and bustle of the airport.

“Mariana!”

She turned around confused to two familiar men, one with flowers, the other in a terrible service uniform, both out of breath. She stood up.

“ What on earth are you doing here?! ” She tried to keep it down, but it was already too late. Sherlock pulled off the terrible cap that came with the terrible uniform with the manner of a man repenting his most heinous sins.

“I have come to seek amends, dear friend, amends in spite of my neglect, my carelessness, my failings.” He spoke clearly and with great feeling. Mariana wanted to sink through the floor.

“I am a difficult man, you know this, Watson knows this.”

“Hi Mari.” John grinned and waved. The roses he handed to Sherlock might have been nice at some point. A teenager was filming, her mother had her hand to her heart as Sherlock stepped closer to Mariana.

“Yet you have been dutiful, diligent, you have cared for me and my peculiarities, without protest. I owe you much more than I am able to give or say-”

“Especially cause security might come along any minute-”

“ Shush John! And to think that I couldn’t even remember to congratulate you on this most special day. I am so truly sorry, Mariana.” He stood before her and looked her in the eyes. She had never been so beet red in her life, yet as she looked into her friends eyes and saw nothing but remorse and guilt, she softened. He took her hand and placed the roses in it.

“I pray you might find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“ Oh he’s gonna pull out a ring!” “Mum! Shut up!”

Mariana laughed, bright and loud, what else are you supposed to do as your friend kneels, begging you for forgiveness in a stolen, and quite smelly, service uniform? John pointed at his watch, and then the gate. She looked down at Sherlock, his gaze was pointed straight down.

“You idiot, Sherlock Holmes, you great big fool. Of course I forgive you.” She put her hands on his cheeks so he would look at her. Now his eyes were hopeful.

“Really?”

“Yes I forgive you!” She shouted. A sigh of relief rushed through the crowd.

“Now say what you really came to say.” She pulled him up from the dirty floor. The crowd held their breath again.

“Say yes!” “Mu-um!”

“Well, Mariana Ametxazurra… Happy birthday.” Sherlock said. Mariana hugged him tight.

“What?!” “ Mum! Shut it!”

He held her in turn for a second before she wiggled free.

“Thank you, Sherlock, now run away you stupid drama queen. Come here John!” She waved him over to hug him goodbye.

“Have a safe flight, yeah?” He said.

“She doesn’t have much say in that.” Sherlock said, while pulling on the stolen cap again.

“No shit, mate, it’s an expression.”

“I know it’s an expression, a bloody stupid expression.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to hear-”

“Nice to hear? She’s probably thinking exactly what I-”

“Boys please! I have to go, and so do you. Go!” Mariana had gathered her things, and had her boarding pass in hand. The two men looked at each other and exchanged a nod.

“You’re right, Mrs. Hudson. Fare well, despite your helplessness as you lay your life in the hands of a person you’ve never met.”

John pushed Sherlock along. She waved at them and watched with utter adoration as security finally arrived.

Idiotas , she thought… Mis idiotas .

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