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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years ago

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Knight In Black Leather

Pairings: Punk!Tom x Reader (I saw this edit and couldn’t help myself)

Summary: When Tom sees Y/N getting harassed by a guy who looks like he has far from good intentions, he decides to step in.

Warnings: Drugs (implication of date rape drugs), Implication of intention to rape, Fighting, Vomit, More cursing than usual for my fics, Tom being an absolutely sickeningly sweet gentleman

Word Count: 4400

A/N: This is strictly self-indulgent if I’m being honest. The whole creepy guy trying to be rape-y and getting beat up for it is actually something that did happen to me at a concert and I’m just fantasizing about punk!Tom being the guy who beat him up so I’m sorry if the details are weirdly specific XD. Also, Tom being protective and fighting but then a 10/10 gentleman is just something I NEED in my life like right now. I’m not even sorry this is so self-indulgent

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Music blared in your ears, making your very soul rumble with the weight of the bass and the crashing drums blaring over the numerous speakers around the room. Lights strobed all around the room, illuminating your face when it passed over you. Bodies were everywhere and, even though you weren’t in the mosh pit, people were still close to you in every proximity, just not ramming into your full force back here.

“Dude, I’m so fucking excited!” Your best friend Lillia yelled into your ear as the opening acts played. “I can’t believe you actually won tickets to see our favorite band play! I mean, who actually wins those things?��

The giddy smile on your face hadn’t disappeared since you pulled into the parking lot, “Apparently, I do now!”

“You should start calling in on those ones that pass out money!” She yelled back with a laugh.

This girls night was much needed. Both of your jobs had been kicking your asses lately, what had started as a job you were actually excited about starting gradually becoming more and more soul sucking. When you heard your favorite band was playing in town and the local radio station was giving out two free tickets, you couldn’t help but call in. Not that you expected anything of it, of course, but when the hosts’ voices began congratulating you on the other end, you couldn’t stop thanking them.

Now you and Lillia were in the dark venue that already smelled like sweat, your boots sticking to the ground with spilled alcohol with every step. Both of you were dressed ready to kill. You wore distressed black stockings beneath your black shorts, paired with a black crop top and your favorite boots. Your eyes were painted dark and sultry. A few bracelets dangled around your wrists and your hair was tricked out just how you liked it for concerts. It felt refreshing to finally be able to be like this again. You’d been forced into looking professional for work and then on your days off, you were too tired or busy to get all dressed up. Looking like this, you felt like a million dollars.

As the second opening act went on, you noticed Lillia gradually start to turn greener and greener every time you glanced over at her. Her energy was quickly draining and her initial giddy jumpiness had turned into a sluggish grip on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You asked, turning to your friend with a concerned expression.

Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled a little as she swallowed hard. You were expecting something, a head roll or shake, but her hand came to cover her mouth and, without warning, she took off up the short stairs and ran to the bathroom, bumping into people all along the way.

You snapped into action, following her, apologizing to everyone she’d ran into in her desperate attempt to find the toilet. By the time you made it, she had already crashed to her knees at the front of the white porcelain seat and heaved the contents of her stomach into it. You grimaced at the sounds, trying your best to not breathe through your nose, but leaned over to gather her hair out of her face for her.

“You alright?” You asked her once she finally stopped heaving, sitting on the tile ground and leaning back against the stall. A slightly disgusted look crossed your face when you watched her bare hands touch the nasty public bathroom floor, covered in who knew what.

She shook her head, “I think I got food poisoning. I tried some new place for lunch after work today.”

“Oh shit. Do you want to head home?” You asked, heart falling a little at the prospect. You wanted so badly to stay here but her health was more important than some concert.

Again, Lillia shook her head, struggling to stand up. You reached down to help her up. “You stay. I’ll head back to my place.”

“What? No! I don’t want to leave you alone when you’re feeling this crappy. We can leave, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ll catch the next concert.” You insisted, already reaching for her keys that you were holding onto in your pocket.

Lillia made her way out of the stall and to the sink to rinse her mouth out, looking back up to you after she spit, “Really, I don’t want to ruin your night. Besides, you don’t need to spend all night watching me puke my brains out.”

You stopped and thought for a minute. Thankfully, she didn’t live too far away and you could always stop by after to make sure she was alright. “Okay, fine. I’ll take an Uber or something. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Lillia looked at you apologetically, taking her keys from your hand, “I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Have enough fun for the both of us.” You walked her to the front door before watching her leave (well, actually, she ran out the front door in a desperate search for the nearest trash can). Security stopped you from helping her, telling you that if you left, you’d be denied re-entry. After she was done puking again, she held up a weak thumbs up to you and wobbled off towards the parking garage.

With a heavy sigh, you turned around and went back to the main floor, grabbing an overpriced bottle of water on the way. The other headlining band had begun to play while Lillia was busy emptying her stomach in the bathroom but you didn’t mind much. They weren’t who you came to see. You only knew a few of their songs, singing the ones you knew and just headbanging to the ones you didn’t.

Suddenly, there was a big crash against your body and you flinched immediately defensive, especially when the person kept jumping practically on your toes. You stumbled a few inches over before looking over, clearly annoyed at the man who was jumping up and down. You made eye contact with him and threw your hands up, the message clear: What the fuck is your problem?

He had a big smile on his face as he was clearly oblivious to the inconvenience he’d caused you. “Hey! You want this? My friend was supposed to meet me here but didn’t so now I have this extra drink!” He yelled to you, extending a clear plastic cup of what looked like beer to you. When your eyes trailed down to the bottom, though, you noticed it looked hazy, almost like there was something dissolving in it.

Your eyes immediately went back to his face, trying to carve into your memory what he looked like. His hair was short and brown, his pale skin had a few divots from what you could only assume were acne scars. His clothes were loose and baggy. In all honesty, he looked out of place amongst all the metalheads, goths, punks, and other alternative people. A Vanilla Ice concert looked like it would have been more fitting for him and his bright red apparel. But what stood out to you most was the way his pupils were blown wide, almost as wide as his iris. It was apparent this man was on something. You didn’t know what it was but you could tell by how clear his eyes were that it wasn’t marijuana.

“No!” You hollered back, turning away from the man and returning your attention to the band.

“Awe, c’mon, sweetheart! It’s gonna go to waste and beer here is fucking expensive.” He whined, waving it out in front of your face.

“Then why don’t you drink it?” You tested, eyebrow raising in a clear challenge. He was quickly getting on your nerves and you were feeling uneasy.

He laughed and shook his head, “Nah, this is some hipster shit that my friend liked. Miller Lite for me all the way. C’mon, just take the drink. Who turns down a free drink?” He swayed in a terrible attempt at some confident walk towards you, his free hand coming to rest on your elbow.

“People not trying to get drugged and raped, weirdo. Fuck off!” You shoved him back harshly by the chest, the open beer splashing a little onto his red shirt.

He looked like he couldn’t even bother to be upset by the action, an oblivious smile never leaving his face, “Okay, okay! Geez! I’m only trying to be friendly. No need to be a bitch.”

You rolled your eyes, the urge to lay this douchebag out here and now overwhelming. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though, Clearly, he wasn’t in a right state of mind. It was no excuse for how he was acting but you didn’t want to get any more involved. The best thing to do was to probably find a security guard and just let them know you were 99% sure there was a guy trying to roofie you and get his ass thrown out.

When you didn’t respond, the guy got annoyed, thriving off the attention you were giving him. He reached out for your wrist when you moved a few feet away and your eyes immediately snapped to where his skin connected with yours. With a harsh snap of your wrist, you ripped it from his grip and shoved him with all your might, “Are you fucking stupid? I said fuck off!”

The guy stumbled back this time, almost falling to the ground but he caught himself. Again, he took a few steps towards you and this time you were ready to swing. Enough of trying to be nice. This guy had deserved to have his shit rocked a while back and you were ready to oblige.

Suddenly, a new guy stepped between the two of you, his large hand coming out to smack into the drugged out guy’s chest. “She said fuck off, buddy.” The British accent that left his lips surprised you and you stepped to the side to see the man who was standing up for you.

You couldn’t hear what the drugged out guy had said over the pounding music but you could see his mouth move. The new mystery man’s jaw clenched though at whatever the words were and in a second he had thrown his right fist straight into the guy’s face. The offending suspicious beer flew in the air, splattering all over your clothes.

You gasped in shock more than anything as the creep was on the ground being assaulted by this new British man. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed, stepping towards the brawling pair, trying to get your brain to work fast enough to think of something to do. Anything.

The last thing you wanted to do was help the creep but you also felt bad that this new guy had gotten involved, though it was entirely by his own volition. You were nearly standing over the pair, hands itching to pull the British man off but not quite wanting to. If anything, it was more for his own sake. You wanted to protect the man who had stepped up to be your knight in… black leather.

Before you actually made up your mind on what to do, the assaulting man had pulled back, grabbing the creep by his shirt and shoving him roughly towards the exit. “Come back and I’ll make sure you leave in a fucking ambulance.” He threatened menacingly, pointing a finger at him.

Everyone else in the surrounding area looked over at the guy, shouting profanities and pushing him out of the main floor having seen everything go down. The drugged out man had a busted eyebrow and his nose was bleeding. He sniffled a little before throwing two middle fingers in the new man’s direction. The new man to your left only snorted a little and returned the sentiment. When the bloodied loser took a step towards the pair of you again, a massive man with long wavy brown hair and a beard to match, looking like he listened exclusively to Slipknot and Metallica, put an impressively muscular arm out to stop him, shoving him back. No words needed to be exchanged. The bloody man knew he’d been beat. With a disgruntled look, he turned on his heel and left.

You let out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding, heart pounding in your chest from the pure exhilaration. “Are you okay?” You gently touched the British man’s arm, grabbing his attention.

Your heart could have stopped when you actually got a good look at him. Not too tall but you could see his lean muscular frame beneath his loose black muscle tank top. Tattoos adorned almost every inch of skin you could see, covering his arms and torso. Relatively small black gauges stretched his lobes and small metal bars looped through his right eyebrow and the left side of his lower lip. It was difficult to see in the ever changing lights but you were pretty sure his hair was dark blue.

He nodded, pulling his black denim pants up over his hips after the fight. “I’m fine,” He shrugged off with a casual air, “What about you? Are you okay?”

You ran your fingers through your hair, still ever so slightly distressed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. I just- thank you. You didn’t have to jump in like that.”

“He had it comin’. The dude was being a fuckin’ creep. Sorry you had to deal with it.” He responded coolly, watching as you sort of shrugged in response. Something told him this wasn’t the first time you’d been in an uncomfortable situation like this which made him feel sorry for you. “You here with anybody?”

“I came with my friend but she left a little bit ago. Thinks she has food poisoning or something. What about you?” You inquired, not noticing anyone around that seemed to be linked to him in any way.

He shook his head, “Nope. Just me. I’m Tom by the way.” Tom held his hand out, ink art trailing about halfway down the top of his hand.

You gripped it tightly and shook it, “Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, if you’re here alone too, I know I wouldn’t be opposed to adopting a concert buddy.” A cheeky smile appeared on his face that you just knew you couldn’t resist. You bit your lip as you laughed at his offer.

“I think I could use a concert buddy too.” You agreed, trying to conceal the extent of your excitement. This had to be a dream, the sort of thing that only happens in slumber and romance novels. You, a girl being nearly drugged by some freak at a concert and ready to drop his ass at a moment's notice. Tom, a man seeing a woman being harassed and stepping in. Now, the both of you finding unlikely friends and moshing the night away to your favorite music.

Tom, you’d learned, was a perfect gentleman. That was your favorite thing about people in the heavy metal community: they were either the nicest people you’d ever meet or the rudest. You were just grateful Tom had managed to fit in the former category.

By the time the concert had ended, you were walking together out to the parking lot, a huge smile on your face, “That was awesome! Ahhh, I needed this. Thank you for making tonight a lot less crappy. You were a great concert buddy.” You sighed out a breath of relief, walking around with loose arms and turning around to face him while you walked backwards a few steps.

He glanced over at you once he caught up close to you, “Yeah, I had a great time. I’m glad I could help turn the night around.” The pair of you stopped walking and you found yourselves just staring at each other in teenager-like adoration.

It had been a long time since Tom had ever actually been wowed by someone. His last girlfriend had cheated on him and he’d be lying if he’d said it hadn’t made him paranoid when it came to women. Months had passed since then, almost a year if he thought about it. Of course, he’d seen other beautiful women over that time but there was just something about you that made him willing to put himself out there again. There was a fire in your eye when he watched you shove the guy earlier and rear back, ready to knock him on his ass. At first, Tom’s attempt at valor was simply to help someone out but when he actually got the chance to see you and speak with you, he was captivated by the way the lights danced in your eyes and the way your laugh lit up the evening.

“Do you live in town?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes.

He nodded, the few strands of his blue hair that hadn’t been slicked down by sweat from jumping around so much earlier bouncing around with his movement, “Yeah, ‘bout fifteen minutes from here. You?”

“Same here. Probably about twenty minutes that way.” You gestured up the road to your left and Tom glanced up that direction as well, as if he could actually see your apartment from this distance.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck, his biceps flexing impressively as he did so, and glanced at the ground before looking back up to you, “I had a really good time with you tonight and, uh, I was wondering if maybe you’d want to get lunch or something some time?”

His unsurety in his invitation was endearing and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his cheeks flushed red. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’d actually love to.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up and his lips curled upwards.

“Yeah, really.” You repeated, “I’m off tomorrow if you’re free?”

He thought for a moment, trying to remember his schedule, “I don’t have to go in till four so I can do lunch tomorrow.”

“It’s a date,” You finalize, watching as Tom, “Maybe I can get your number so we can actually figure out where we want to go?” You chuckle as you pull out your phone, unlocking it and handing it to him.

Tom takes your phone and taps in his number, his face illuminated in the night by the light of the screen. He hands it back to you and a screeching of old brakes grabs your attention. You whip your head around to see a bus pull up at a stop you hadn’t noticed across the street but you recognize the number quickly as one of the routes that stops near your house. You hadn’t intended on taking the bus but it would be a hell of a lot cheaper than an Uber. “Shit, I gotta go. I’m so sorry. But it’s been great and I’ll be sure to text you so we can get tomorrow figured out.”

You were already walking away, looking back and forth between the bus and Tom, suddenly stressed that you were having to leave him so soon. Tom watched you, putting together that you were suddenly freaking out about missing the bus. “You didn’t drive? Do you want a ride?”

“What? Oh, no. Really, it’s fine. You’ve already put yourself out enough for me tonight. But I’ll catch you tomorrow?” You insisted, watching as the last few people boarded the bus in slight panic.

“Please, let me give you a ride home. I’d feel better knowing you got home safe with me rather than riding the bus alone in the city in the middle of the night. I live that way anyways.” You sighed at his persistence, conflicted by his offer. On one hand, he was a stranger, even if you did spend the last few hours with him. On the other, he had fought a man on your behalf and then been nothing but kind to you all night. You even had a date set up with him tomorrow.

It was probably against better judgement to leave with him, clearly the stories of Ted Bundy’s victims not resonating enough with you, but you agreed, “Thank you.” You relented finally, following him when he took a few steps towards the parking garage. You trailed beside him on the trip to his car, arriving at the clean black sedan. He opened the door for you and waved his arm in a dramatic yet chivalrous gesture you couldn’t help but giggle at.

He closed the door beside you and, just for safety’s sake, you texted Lillia while Tom walked around the car towards the driver’s side. Getting a ride home from a new friend. If I die, his name is Tom and he drives a shiny black sedan. Maybe a Honda? Blue hair, tattoos, piercings. Beautiful and British. You genuinely didn’t believe you were really in any danger - if you did, you would never have gotten in the car - but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

You got a text back almost immediately from Lillia, a picture of her makeup-less pale face with a shocked slack jaw. Girl! WHAT?! He sounds hot! Don’t even bother coming home! (But fr if you die, I’ll let the cops know).

The door opened and Tom slid into the driver’s seat. The drive to your house was surprisingly comfortable considering the reality that you were still strangers. You talked about the basics of your lives. How old you were, what you did for a living, where you were from, things of that nature. You’d learned he was twenty-four, from a town near London, and currently working at a bar. He listened intently as you told the premise of your life. The conversation flowed naturally, as if you’d always been friends.

“This is it, right here.” You pointed out the window at your little house you were renting with Lillia. The porch light was on and both yours and her cars were parked out front. Tom pulled off against the curb, his headlights illuminating the otherwise dark street. “Thank you again. For everything.”

“If it takes getting in a fight for us to have met, it will have been worth it.” He confessed smoothly, loving the way you looked away shyly. It was the whole hearted truth though. While Tom hadn’t taken any real hits from the guy earlier, he gladly would have if it meant he got to spend the night with you.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” Your hand went to the door handle and pulled it, cracking the seal on the door.

Tom pulled his open as well and stepped out onto the street, “I’ll walk you up.” He insisted.

You were inwardly astounded as you watched Tom walk around the front of the car. Until tonight, you had been almost positive this level of gentlemanliness only existed in Hallmark movies and smutty romance novels written by fifty-year old women. Yet here Tom was, walking around like the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and pulling open the door for you.

“Coming?” He asked with a teasing tone, peeking down at you.

He stepped aside so you could exit the car and he shut the door behind you, walking you all the way to your front door and standing aside while you unlocked it. When the key finally turned, unlocking the mechanism, you spun to face him, wanting anything but to leave his side. It had been so long since you felt so immediately enamored by someone.

“Where have you been all my life?” You breathed out in astonishment, probably looking like a dumbstruck puppy but you couldn’t have cared less.

Tom chuckled, “Um, London? And then here?” He responded with the two obvious answers, knowing it wasn’t what you were looking to hear but loving the way you rolled your eyes at him.

“Well I hope I get to see more of you in my life.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his round chocolate ones. He’s so much more handsome than you ever could have imagined now that you could clearly see his face in the light.

You were both so close to each other that it was difficult to look anywhere but each other’s eyes. “I hope so too.” The tension in the air was growing thicker by the second and your own eyes flicked down to his perfect lips before back up to his eyes. “May I kiss you?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

You could only manage a small nod and a quiet whisper, “Yes…”

Your lips met in a gentle kiss- one that wasn’t full of passion or aggression. It wasn’t sloppy and full of teeth. It was slow, deep enough to be felt but chaste enough to leave more to be desired. He didn’t try to push you at all but he left you wanting more. The slight coolness from his snake bite added just another sensation to this already fantasy-like moment. Tom’s eyes slid closed as he tried to just lose himself in the feeling of your soft lips against his own.

You were speechless when you both finally pulled away, feeling like you were floating on cloud nine. How could something so pure and gentle feel like the most passionate magical thing you’d ever experienced?

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, nearly against your lips. As much as he didn’t want to leave you, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome or make you feel pressured into anything. He had never been one for casual sex as it was and the last he wanted was to make you feel as if you needed to give yourself to him tonight. He took a few steps back and tucked his hands in his pockets before turning away.

“When you get home!” You corrected as he took a few steps away.

Tom breathed out a small laugh, “When I get home.” He agreed, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Tom.” You watched him walk back to his car and waved at him one final time as he got into the driver’s seat and drove off down the street.

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blehbleehhhh · 5 years ago

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It Started in an Alleyway (ft. EreMika🖤)

idkwhatimdoingsometimes: "Eremika kissing in an alleyway to hide from people chasing them❤️❤️❤️❤️" It’s so funny to me that two of your requests were published back to back xD I swear I didn’t do that intentionally, just a happy coincidence. Anyway, this one is short, lol. Hope it's good and what you were looking for. Thanks for the request! ☺️ Not sure if I should put a trigger warning or not, but here it is anyway just in case.

"Sheesh, could you attract any more attention tonight?"

"Shut up." Mikasa rolls her eyes at her childhood best friend Eren and they exchange smiles as they both take a decent swig of their liquid courage. The pair decided to end what had been a very long week of classes with some drinks at one of the local campus bars and catch up. It had been three days since they've seen each other after all, which isn't that unusual, but something seems to be drawing them together more so than normal. "Nobody's even looking at me, Eren, you're just being overprotective again." She giggles at his lighthearted groan of annoyance and punches her fist into his shoulder, filling their little table area with his contagious laughter.

"Ow, what the hell?!" Eren smiles as he places a protective hand on his aching shoulder. "Yeah, well, I've caught those four scumbags back at the pool table checking you out dozens of times now."

"Should I feel flattered?"

"I mean, it does seem a bit excessive."

"Then I guess I'm offended."

"You're annoyingly fluid in sarcasm, you know that?"

"Yeah, when I'm with you."

"Oh, okay," Eren laughs and ignores the butterflies from her wide, toothy grin. "I see how it is."

"Meh, Eren, you're not my brother..." She chuckles as she takes a sip of her drink and nearly spits it out when he looks away with an obvious smile. Mikasa bursts into giggles as he looks to her and rolls his incredible eyes, swallowing the rest of his drink in two solid gulps.

"Mocking people is rude, Mikasa. Don't be a bully."

"Heh, oh come on! Don't be a party pooper, Eren!"

"I'll dump all over your party, okay?" The young twenty somethings laugh together as his eyes fall over her shoulder once more. There's just something incredibly off about these guys that have been checking her out, particularly the one who hasn't taken his eyes off her since she sat down. And she's definitely a stunner, there's no denying that. Hell, even Eren finds himself doing a double take whenever she's in the room. But still. He thinks to himself, immediately horrified when he notices that same guy is now standing up and walking over to their table despite clearly being at least five years her senior. Come on man, what are you, 30? It's disturbing how much more interested he is in getting to her than the young man standing up in protest who can definitely be threatening when he wants to be.

"I've been watching you from afar and I gotta say, I like what I see." The strange scumbag says to her and she looks up slowly from her drink, giving him the typical expression that her friend always sees when she's not at all interested in a conversation.

"And you are?" Mikasa raises an eyebrow as she looks away and casually stirs her drink with its straw.

"I'm more interested in who you are, baby girl."

"Hey," Eren growls. "That's not your baby girl and she clearly isn't interested. So why don’t you fuck off?”

"I think this pretty little thing can answer for herself." The guy says as he places his hand on her lower back, making Mikasa's expression immediately change to alarmed.

"Don't talk about her like that. Get your hands off her, you fucking creep!" Eren forces his chair away from the bar table and marches up to the stranger with his hands already in tight fists at his sides. He'll always fight for this woman, no matter what happens to him.

"What are you, her boyfriend?"

"No, can't I just protect a good friend?"

"Aw, nobody needs protecting here, right baby?" The stranger says as his hand wanders down her back and her cheeks flush bright red. But he didn't reach the intended destination because there was suddenly a powerful fist slamming into his jaw, and a decent crack. "Oh! You are gonna regret doing that!" The other three men by the pool table turn around and slowly start to close in, and it's only then that the two friends realize how much danger they're actually in.

Fuck.

"Run, Mika!" Eren grabs her by the hand and she drops her glass as they bolt out of the side door before more of that guy's friends could possibly show up. He turns his head briefly to look over his shoulder while they run as soon as he hears that door open once more. "Shiiiiiit!" They lace their fingers together for a tighter grip and sprint down the road until there's a choice between side streets, hoping that the bad guys would choose incorrectly. The pair run through puddles and Mikasa gets water in her flats as she's pulled down another long side street while horrible slurs are hollered at her from the group of guys her best friend picked a protective fight with. Once he was moderately satisfied that they weren't in immediate danger because the others seemed far enough behind them now, he decided to pull her on the opposite side of a tall dumpster. There's no way they'll see them standing here, especially with how dark it is in the alleyway. Mikasa leans her head around the corner of the dumpster when she hears a group of footsteps running passed the corridor and he panics, grabbing her by the upper arm to pull her backward. But he accidentally brought the girl right into his arms in just the perfect way so that her hands land on his chest and breaths mingle softly between their lips because they're that close. And yet neither of them could move, almost as if fate had brought the pair to this exact moment and there was a magnetic draw. Then it finally happened; he kissed her, and his lips lingered just long enough for her to quickly catch on. She leans into him slightly as she kisses him back and he wraps his arms around her waist. Eren carefully leans back against the brick wall behind him and they smile as they become more comfortable with this new act and kiss much faster. Suddenly, a group of footsteps could be heard running passed once more, but their only reaction was to deepen their kiss as not to make noise. Without a doubt it was those guys searching for the young man who just clocked their leader hard enough in the jaw to crack it. Eren pulls his lips away slightly and gently rests his forehead against hers. "Fuck it, you wanna go out?"

"Will you call me baby?"

"I'll call you whatever you want."

"Then yes," She chuckles to herself as she lovingly rubs the tip of her nose against his, making him laugh just loud enough for her to hear. "I thought you'd never ask." And when he tightened his hold around her waist, she bit her lip to fight her tipsy laughter from becoming too loud. Mikasa moans softly into his mouth as he crashes his lips to hers, more than happy to be making out with the only man that she has ever loved. She wraps her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss as he slides one hand up to the middle of her back and ensures that he keeps the other above her belt. At long last they're together, an official couple.

Who would have thought it would all start in an alleyway?

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freckled-words · 4 years ago

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Count The Teeth - Part Eleven

I am just. I don’t even know? I swear I remember posting this final chapter last year with the whole series, I swear I did, but as far as my tumblr account can tell, it doesn’t exist.....I hate tumblr sometimes, I really do. So if this is already in existence, then let’s just roll with this being an odd duplicate.

I’m not going to post all the prior links here, as I’m setting up another post that will have EVERYTHING on it, including the original one shot ‘Smoke and Blood.’

I can’t even remember if this was edited. Regardless, enjoy this random end chapter XD

It had been the oddest thing when you left NateMare licking his wounds.

You’d gone to the driveway and found a taxi waiting for you. The driver said the fare had been taken care of and he was to take you wherever you wanted. When you asked him who had covered the tab, he said a well spoken gentleman had done so.

Seeing your disheveled appearance in pajamas, the taxi driver became curious as to why you were there.

You went with an elaborate story. It was your birthday, and your asshole brother had kidnapped you and brought you here for a spooky adventure. You’d gotten fed up with his childish antics and had decided to leave. You added that it was likely your brother’s friend that had paid the taxi driver.

When you got home, you took a long, luxurious, hot shower and collapsed into bed. Your exhaustion was deeper than you’d thought, leading you to sleeping for a straight 12 hours.

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4 months later…

It had taken him a month, but Mercer had kept his word. He’d found each of his victims that had been put into a coma, and brought them out of it. When questioned about what had happened to send them into the coma, they all had the same story. They’d been out at night, and they came across a man looking for directions. After they sent him on his way, they’d become dizzy and passed out.

Authorities believed that the victims had been distracted by the man asking for directions, then jumped by a second person that knocked them out and then drained them for blood. Reddit was running rampant with theories about a team collecting blood for the black market.

You supposed it was better than them getting freaked out about a rampaging vampire. The last thing the city needed were civilians taking up guns, pitch forks, torches, and stakes to go after people that were innocent.

In the following months, you remained on alert. NateMare’s promise of retribution had left a fairly strong impression. Armed with the knowledge of something to use against him, you’d set up a collection of weapons throughout the apartment.

In the kitchen, you had a bucket of blessed water by the sink. In the living room, you had a Super Soaker loaded with the stuff and in your bedroom, you had a spray bottle at the ready. You knew it would annoy and delay him at best, but at least it was better than just standing around and letting him curse you again.

You were so intent on watching for hints of a smoke cloud, you didn’t think to watch for any bats.

Which was how Mercer caught you off guard.

You’d spent the day out with one of your friends, and had lost track of time. It was dark when you made the walk home. The night was overcast and the wind was much colder as winter was settling in.

Despite your thick jacket, you still felt the chill. Your hands were stuffed into your pockets and your shoulders were hunched up to your ears. Your attention darted between the people walking towards you on the sidewalk and the people that were walking parallel to you across the street. Leaving no room to focus on your surroundings behind you.

An arm went around your shoulders, pulling you in against a tall frame. Startled you made a noise that was barely a word and some kind of squeak.

A familiar voice chuckled, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You didn’t dare look up, not wanting to get caught by his eyes.

“What are you doing here Mercer?”

Mercer’s arm squeezed a little tighter, guiding you forward to keep walking.

He was greatly enjoying himself. You could tell from his voice as he replied, “Well hello to you too. Can’t a friend just come around for a visit now and then?”

“We’re not friends.”

“Oh, you wound me.” He lamented, without an ounce of actual dismay.

“Did you come here to get some payback for soaking you?” It was the first thing that came to mind, and you were kicking yourself for not bringing your tiny spray bottle with you when leaving earlier.

You caught sight of Mercer’s hand as he waved that thought off, “Not at all. I’ve gotten over that little trifle. As I said, I’m just here on a friendly visit.”

“At what point between you and NateMare trying to kill each other, did you and I become friends?” You could see your apartment building up ahead, and at this point, you were just utterly perplexed as to what was happening with Mercer right now.

He ignored your question, “I had some time to think while I went from hospital to hospital, and I’ve come up with a fun idea. One that I’m sure you’ll see the benefits of.”

You knew it was stupid, you could hear yourself calling it stupid, but when you both stopped in front of your building, you looked up.

The bugger was genuinely amused, smiling brightly and in all innocence. There was no glow to his eyes and you didn’t feel any part of you go numb. He was playing nice. For now.

You shrugged off his arm and moved around to stand in front of him, “And what idea is this?”

“Well, as we’re both aware, my dear, baby brother is all in a huff about you letting me go. The set of lungs on that boy, I swear. My ears were throbbing for an hour after his hollering.”

You winced, but you weren’t surprised Mercer had caught that.

“I was thinking to myself about how much trouble you and he were, going around and messing about in my handiwork. Good job on digging up the family history by the way. Anyways, I thought I should probably keep tabs on my brother, make sure he doesn’t come barging in on me at some point unexpectedly. The only problem is that I’m terrible at tracking idiots.”

You shuffled on the spot, getting colder by the minute. Mercer was clearly intent on dragging this out, and you doubted he’d just let you walk away. But you had no intention of inviting him inside.

“So I came to the only logical conclusion: You! I knew he was bound to come knocking on your door at some point and figured I’d keep watch. I tell you, watching a mortal for a month is boring. Which is why we’re having this chat. Much more engaging than just hovering about bored out of my mind.”

Your blood pressure rose at his declaration of stalking you for the past month. You thought you’d felt eyes on you, and it made you twice as jumpy. Knowing it was this nuisance didn’t make you feel any easier.

Processing everything he was saying all together, you just about threw your hands up.

It was the same damned position you’d been in 5 months before, only now it was reversed!

“Clearly you two are related.” You grouched stomping your feet. The cold was seeping through your boots and socks, making your feet ache.

“I am not helping you find NateMare. You are not hanging around here to wait for him to show up! And I’m not getting involved with either of you again!” You didn’t care if the neighbors heard, for all they’d understand, it sounded like a romantic issue.

You spun on your heel and stomped up to your apartment door.

Just as you put the key into the lock, a decent sized bat flew around you and clung onto your chest. You looked back over your shoulder and saw no sign of Mercer. Glaring down at the bat, you hissed, “You are not coming inside, let go and go away.”

The bat merely wiggled its ears, and much to your chagrin, he nuzzled against your coat. Even worse, it was adorable.

You heard people, more tenants that belonged to your building, coming up behind you.

Suppressing a frustrated scream you unlocked the door, and kept your body turned away from the approaching people.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, concealing Mercer as best you could, and made a beeline for the staircase.

Huffing up the stairs you swore at him, “You’re in so much trouble. I have a bucket filled with holy water in my kitchen and it has your name all over it buddy.”

The impudent bastard gave a tiny squeak. One that conveyed no distress in the slightest.

A glance down and there was no mistaking a smug smile, even on a bat.

You didn’t stop until you were inside your apartment, at which time you were breathless and sweaty under your coat.

“You make one damn comment about me being out of shape, and I will seriously drown you.”

“I’d very much like to see you try.”

You’d been locking your door, putting your back to the living room.

It hadn’t been Mercer that had replied.

Stiffly, you hit the light switch next to the door frame and peeked over your shoulder.

NateMare lounged back on your couch. His body was relaxed, but his expression was one that read murder.

The sound of dripping drew your eye to the kitchen. Your bucket of holy water was on the floor, along with a puddle of water and some that was dripping off the sink's cabinet doors.

“NateMare-”

“Shut it.”

He got to his feet and stalked towards you, “You should consider yourself very lucky. Had I gone after you that same day, I would have happily ripped your esophagus out of your throat.”

You swallowed thickly.

“But I took some time to calm down, recover, and think about it. I changed my mind.”

He stepped closer, leaving two steps of distance between you, “I’ve come to realize that I enjoy having a minion doing my bidding. Unlike some other… people… I could name, I don’t have a host popping out brothers every damn holiday. Plus, you’re already semi-trained.”

He smirked and held up a hand. Smoke gathered in his palm, and formed a thick section of chains.

“Hell. To. The. No.”

You’d done this song and dance and you were not doing it again.

Turning to face him, you pried Mercer from your chest and shoved him into NateMare, “Here, talk to your brother. Take it outside!”

Stunned, NateMare had dropped the smoke chain and grabbed Mercer on reflex.

Unprepared, Mercer didn’t have a chance to resist being shoved into NateMare’s hands.

The two stayed frozen and dumbstruck to the spot while you threw off your coat and went to get your mop and bucket.

There was another second of silence until you heard, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

There was enraged squeaking, a bit of scuffling, the sound of a grunt, and then silence.

When you returned to the kitchen, you found the two were gone, and your balcony door wide open.

You were in the clear. For now.

#I'm honestly so proud of this #Mercer Battle #NateMare Battle #NateMare #Reader insert #I hate tumblr #deleting my shit #fanfiction #Count The Teeth #Part 11 #natewantstobattle

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connorssock · 5 years ago

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Hiii! Do you take prompts? I love how good you writing Gavin suffering because awful colleagues and thought what if a dog bit him on the case but his temporary partner (Nines and Connor is away for a few hours to checkup at a technician) makes fun of it and him at the station telling a dog made him running around, and people just laugh at him so he doesn't tell anybody he was bitten, thinking he'll go to check it out after work but he had to stay in the night too, then collapsing /1/2

I do indeed take prompts! It just takes me a long time to get round to them because I have a real problem saying no to things like Big Bangs XD

Maintenance day was twice a year and Gavin usually rolled his eyes at it. Humans only needed a physical on an annual basis so of course androids had to be super special and do it more often. On those days, they also brought in temp staff for support because half the staff were androids. That was how Gavin got saddled with Robson. A whining, lazy, good for nothing bully. Even at his worst, Gavin had been better than that. At least he had a proven track record and was good at his job. Robson only had a shitty attitude to his name.

They had been called out to interview a potential witness who thought she saw something relating to a case. Gavin took lead and rang the doorbell to the large house. The door opened amidst yapping and Gavin jumped back as a teacup chihuahua ran at his legs.

“Oh, you scared her! Just offer her your hand to sniff,” the woman said in the way of greeting.

Next to Gavin, Robson was red in the face and all but howling with laughter as he watched the way the dog was running and trying to sink its teeth into his ankle. Thankfully his jeans were thick enough to protect him and he was not going anywhere near the beast with his hands. In the end, the woman scooped her precious pooch and and shoved her in Gavin’s face. He hopped back much to Robson’s entertainment but he wasn’t quick enough. Needle like teeth sunk into meaty side of his hand and he yanked it away with a hiss. Shaking his hand, he gave a forced smile to the woman.

“Perhaps we could take a statement inside?” he asked, keen to just get everything over and done with.

It was a wasted trip. The woman didn’t see much more than a shadow in an alley which didn’t amount to much. Especially when it wasn’t even near the site of the murder Gavin was investigating. Getting back to the precinct, Gavin looked at his hand and frowned. The small puncture wounds were red and hot to touch, he had half a mind to ask one of the first aiders to look at it for him.

“Hey everyone, guess what!” Robson hollered at the top of his lungs as soon as they were in the bullpen. “This sour idiot got schooled today. Ran around like a little girl. You’d have thought a Rottweiler was trying to rip his throat out. But no! It was the world’s tiniest, little girly chihuahua. He even screamed!”

Laughter went up as people looked at Gavin. “Shut up, I didn’t scream.”

He rubbed his hand and winced. The way people were eyeing him, Collins walking past with a high pitched “woof” made him reluctant to admit that not only had the chihuahua charged at him, but also managed to get a bite in.

Resigned to his fate, he settled at his desk and began to fill out the report. In the incidents section, he did put in that the dog was unfriendly and prone to biting. That was going to have to be enough, people could infer what they want from that. His hand ached, fingers refused to bend as he tried to type. A glance revealed that it was slightly swollen. On par for the course really, he would take a couple of pain killers and anti-inflammatories when he got home. Until then, he could deal and not give anyone the satisfaction of admitting that a tiny creature that he wouldn’t even call a dog had gotten the better of him.

By the end of the day, Robson was still barking and yapping away, making jokes about becoming a tiny werewolf. Frankly, Gavin was tired of it. He was exhausted on the whole, the afternoon’s coffee had made his stomach churn. It didn’t help that the end of his shirt was digging into his wrist where it had swollen up. Rather than head home, he was going to take a trip to the hospital to get it checked out.

Pushing away from his desk, Gavin was going to leave when Fowler appeared by his desk.

“Any chance of some overtime? There’s a new case that’s come in. Crime scene was secured and checked out already, we need to piece the information together though. It’s likely linked to the Caulder case. A fair few others are staying, it’s a big job.”

Sighing, Gavin sat back down and nodded. He could power through.The pat to his shoulder was an unwelcome touch somehow. Shrugging out of his sweater, Gavin stared at the files. As the hours wore on, the words began to swim. He blamed it on fatigue, on age, on just feeling a bit sorry for himself.

Looking up, he watched as Nines and Connor returned to the precinct. They were all smiles and relaxed, a very different look to how humans returned from their annual health checks. Gavin shot them a tight smile and tried to focus back on the case at hand. He knew he needed to do something. Everything was a blur though and he was pretty certain that he hadn’t just read a case which involved a centipede. Standing up was a mistake. If he thought he had felt like crap before, it was nothing compared to the way the world swayed around him, his muscles screamed.

“Nines?” he slurred before it all became too much.

From the other side of the desk, Nines had watched Gavin get up and sway dangerously. The noise he made could have been his name or just a hiss of air but then Gavin was falling down, crashing into the ground with a sickening thump.

“Captain!” Nines was calling instantly and leaping to help Gavin who was convulsing on the floor. His muscles were locked tight, lips curled into a pained grimace which wasn’t letting up.

“What’s going-oh shit!” Fowler was next to Nines in an instant, just in time for Gavin to start choking. Rolling him onto his side, they tried to hold him there even has he coughed and spit trickled from his mouth.

Meanwhile, Hank and Connor were ushering everyone out into the meeting room and closing the door behind them before returning to the others.

“Ambulance is on its way, do we know what happened?”

“Low temperature, low blood pressure, seizure, rapid breathing. I would say septicaemia is a likely option. Has Gavin been injured at all?”

“Robson!” Fowler yelled and stood up, meeting him half way across the bullpen. He started quizzing him rapidly while Hank took his place, kneeling in front of Gavin. At least the seizure seemed to be stopping, the coughing more conscious.

“Gavin?” Hank asked softly. His eyes caught on his swollen hand. Silently, he pointed to it and watched as Connor and Nines both scanned it with a frown. “Do you know where you are?”

Eyes half shut and unfocused, Gavin shook his head.

“Okay, that’s fine. You’re safe and help is on the way. Do you know who I am?”

The nodding descended into painful sounding coughs as Gavin tried to clear his airway. He had twisted half onto his front, hand clearly visible for all the world to see the bite. Wincing, Hank called to Fowler who was in the middle of berating Robson.

“He got bitten by the dog. You know anything about this?”

The excuses came hard and fast from Robson, trying to worm his way out of any responsibility or wrong doing. He hadn’t known Gavin had been bitten, otherwise he wouldn’t have made fun of him. That was a mistake and Fowler’s frown deepened.

“Get out. I don’t want you working in my precinct ever again, endangering my subordinates with such callous behaviour. Your agency will be sure to know of this incident.”

Returning to Gavin’s side, Fowler brushed a hand through his hair gently.

“You’re alright, Gav,” he murmured softly, watching the way Gavin sagged into his touch.

Thankfully, the ambulance arrived soon and Gavin was carted out of the bullpen by some very serious looking EMTs. News of what had happened spread through the precinct rapidly after that, Gavin’s hospital stay ended up being just over a week. The sepsis had been caught just about in time but he needed to take it easy for a little while longer. Most people flitted through his hospital room at visiting hours, nobody mentioned dogs in any way. Even Hank was reluctant to talk about Sumo until Gavin grumbled at him about missing stories about the big lug.

When he returned to work, two weeks of desk duty before being allowed back out into the field, Nines greeted him with a soft smile and a coffee on his desk.

“Welcome back, Detective, it’s nice to have you here again.”

#dbh: gavin #dbh: fowler #dbh: hank #dbh: rk900 #gavin whump #prompt fill #cw: sepsis #cw: dog bite

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 6 years ago

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Spells, Dishes, and Perfect(ly Timed) Snogging - Fred Weasley

Request: Hey! I love ur work I recently found ur blog and I was thinking how will Harry Potter react to his sister being in a relationship with Fred Weasley (she's older by him by months so they went to hog warts at the same time their not twins XD) I hope this makes sense thank you!

I also included the prompt “Accio” from @lemon-mag (It was for the 3rd, but that’s when I started the fic!)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Harry’s Sister!Reader Word Count: 1,645 Synopsis: Fred has been dating Harry’s sister secretly for a few months. Both stuck at Grimmauld place, Fred helps the reader with studying, the reader helps him with chores, and they both learn when and where it’s okay to snog! (I’m so bad at writing synopses!)

“Accio! Accio!” you proclaimed over and over again, yet the book never lifted up off the table.

“Having trouble?” You looked over your shoulder and saw Fred smirking in the doorway. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the book. Now that you had an audience, you absolutely needed to make this spell work.

“Accio!” you tried again, summoning all of your nerves. The book didn’t even budge and you groaned loudly.

“Want some help?” he asked smoothly.

“Not from you.” He looked mock-hurt, which made you smile a little. He sauntered into the room, standing behind you.

“Well, I can perform the spell perfectly every time.” You looked back at him, feeling his breath on your neck. “I’m perfect at quite a lot of things.”

“Fine. Show me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“With pleasure,” he said, pushing up his sleeves. You stepped aside, ready to make fun of him just as he summoned the book perfectly into his hand with one flick of his wrist.

“Bloody hell,” you said, taking a step back. Fred laughed infectiously, setting the book back down on the table.

“How’s studying for your OWLs going?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Not great.”

“Well, this spell isn’t entirely that hard, but you have to want to summon whatever it is you’re summoning more than anything. Is something else on your mind?”

“You mean like the fact that my brother had a nightmare about your father getting attacked by Voldemort, who also wants to kill me and my brother? No, nothing.” He smiled gently, looking down at his feet.

“Sorry, good point. You need to get your mind off of things.”

“I need to study for my OWLs,” you said, turning away from him. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you back to face him, forcing you to look in his eyes. You bit back a smile as he wriggled the wand out of your hand.

“You need to take your mind off of this.” You sighed and leaned into his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you. “And I have a few ideas.”

“Freddie,” you said, pulling away from him. He grabbed hold of your hand and kept you close. “We can’t if we’re in this house with my brother and all of your family and the Order.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you.”

“Well, you can just pretend to not like me, you don’t have to hate me,” you said, frowning.

“It’s all or nothing.” You laughed and let him pull on your hand and lead you to his lips just as George came down the hall. His laughter made you separate from Fred’s lips. Panicking, you pushed Fred back so there was appropriate space between the two of you.

“You two are so going to get caught,” George said with a grin, flopping down on the antique chaise against the wall, sending up a cloud of dust. You rolled your eyes and stepped away from Fred, picking up your book and wand. Fred glared at his twin for ruining your moment as you walked to the door.

“He’s right. I need to study. I’ll see you at dinner.” Once the door shut behind you, Fred sat down next to George.

“Sorry for breaking up the love fest, mate,” George said, clapping him on the back.

“It’s bullshit. I should be able to snog my girlfriend in my own house. In all the times I pictured this, I never thought Harry would be the one we were hiding from. I figured it’d be Mum.”

“She will freak out, too, don’t worry.”

“Do you think Harry will freak out?”

“I don’t know, you are Y/N’s first real relationship. How would you feel if Harry dated Ginny?”

“Ginny can take care of herself, I’m not worried about her. She’d hex him much worse than any of us would.”

“So would Y/N.”

“So we should tell him, right?”

“I think so. The longer you wait, the more pissed off he’ll be.”

“Dinner!” Mrs. Weasley hollered from the kitchen.

“You lot coming down?” Harry asked, appearing in the doorway. Fred and George exchanged a look and winked at Harry as they disapparated down to the kitchen. They appeared right behind you, making you scream.

“Oh, I am going to kill you!” you exclaimed, smacking Fred’s arm. He giggled and kept trying to grab onto your hand just as Harry came downstairs. When you saw him, you quickly pulled away and went to sit down next to Tonks. Throughout dinner, Fred avoided your gaze every time you looked over at him.

For disapparating in and out of the kitchen one too many times, Fred and George were tasked with clean up. You followed everyone upstairs but soon made an excuse to run back downstairs. Fred was washing dishes, his back turned to you.

“You know, I heard there was an enchantment that could make that go a lot faster.” He looked back at you, smiling tiredly.

“Part of the punishment.”

“Want some help?” He shrugged, so you walked up to the sink, standing shoulder to shoulder with him as you reached in and grabbed a dish to wash.

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N.”

“I’m not- for what?” He looked down at you knowingly, making you blush. You bumped his hip and continued cleaning the plate in your hand. “Okay, I am trying to make it up to you. I know that I made you mad-”

“You didn’t make me mad, Y/N,” Fred said softly, “It’s just frustrating.”

“I know. But we’re all alone now,” you said, tilting your head up. He leaned down and kissed you gently, humming against your lips.

“I wish I was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks so I could pretend to be Harry and freak you both out,” George said, walking back into the kitchen. Fred laughed against your lips, looking back at his brother.

“I thought you were taking out the trash, Georgie,” he said.

“It’s not that far.”

“You know, George, I can help Fred finish up if you want.” Fred nodded at his brother and George complied.

“Goodnight, lovers,” he said, bowing slightly before a loud snap echoed through the room as he disapparated again. You both looked at each other, knowing that you were finally alone. Fred smiled and leaned down to your lips just as you turned around. You began humming as you picked up the next dish. He laughed and came up behind you, reaching his arms around you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just showing you the right way to wash dishes.”

“Ah,” you said, taking a mug from his hand. “I think I can figure it out by myself.”

“Just like Accio, right?” You rolled your eyes and elbowed him gently, making him take a step back. “Alright, sorry, sorry, that was a cheap shot.”

“Since I helped you with these dishes,” you said, draining the sink, “Do you think you can help me with Accio?”

“You ask reluctantly,” Fred said with a smile.

“Yes, I reluctantly need your help.”

“I reluctantly give you my help.” You laughed and nodded.

“Thank you.” Fred got the mug you had just washed out of the rack and set it down on the long kitchen table.

“Alright,” Fred said, coming over to you. He straightened your shoulders, made sure your feet were properly spaced apart, critiqued every detail of your posture just to make you smile, and then stepped back. “Think about the mug and only the mug. It has to be the only thing in the world you want. Besides wanting to kiss me.”

“That’s not helping,” you said, staring at the mug. You concentrated on it, forgetting all about your brother and Fred and Umbridge and Voldemort, and clearly and calmly you uttered, “Accio!” The mug went whizzing into your hand, making you yell excitedly.

“Hey! You did it!” Fred said, coming over to you and hugging you.

“Thank you,” you said, touching his cheek. You leaned in and kissed him, and didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around your waist. So enchanted with each other you didn’t hear Harry walk into the kitchen until he cleared his throat. Already knowing who it was, you turned very slowly to look at your brother.

“Hey, Harry,” you said softly.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked, looking between the two of you. You looked up at Fred who gave you an encouraging nod and you took his hand.

“Fred and I have been dating for a few months now. We’ve kept it secret because I didn’t want to upset you, and I’m sorry.”

“Me too, Harry,” Fred said.

“What are you sorry for?” Harry asked, walking to get a glass of water. “As long as I don’t constantly catch you snogging, we’re good. I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you said, leaning against Fred’s arm.

“You’re welcome. Keep the snogging to a minimum. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You watched him go out the door and waited until you heard his door shut before looking back at Fred. “So that went better than expected.”

“I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“Well, there is one more thing,” you said, lacing your hands in his.

“What?”

“You still have to tell your Mum.” Fred grimaced slightly and pulled you to his chest.

“Let’s worry about that later. All I want to do now is kiss you without having to worry about anyone else walking in.”

“Perfect,” you said, smiling up at him as his lips came crashing down on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your body close to him just as the kitchen door opened again.

“Fred Weasley!” Molly Weasley thundered through the kitchen.

“We’ve got to get better at this,” Fred whispered as he turned to face the wrath of his mother.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #hp #hp imagine #hp oneshot #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #requeste #requested by anonymous #anonymous #james phelps

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red-wardens · 6 years ago

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Late to the party but for the mistletoe kiss... I'd wanna kiss them all. Some platonically (Ronan, Cassian, Blue), some others less so. I'd ask for permission, though. I'd stay away from Kieran, since I am, after all, a human female... XD Das would smooch them all mercilessly (*especially* Kieran). Except for Blue. He'd be very gentle with Blue. Because she may be the most badass warden of the squad, but as far as *he* is concerned, she's made of snowflakes, rose petals and glass.

[And I’m late to the party for answering, it might as well be a New Year’s kiss now xD Jk, thanks for the ask my friend! Here we go. Cassian Cousland is so enthusiastic about platonic affection he’d be absolutely delighted. Blue Surana and Ronan Aeducan would be fine with it and they greatly appreciate being asked first. Good call on Kieran Tabris though. Now for Das… I can’t not write something for this so MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS]

Mistletoe Kiss ft. Das Davarris + Warden Squad

Words: 1792 (holy moly i got carried away)

The liveliness of the party was felt all throughout Vigil’s Keep, the Satinalia celebration in full swing, unperturbed by midnight’s passing. All the Ferelden Grey Wardens and their friends and family, including the friends and family of the newer recruits, were present and festive. Even a majority of Soldier’s Peak Wardens was there, leaving only a skeleton crew at their castle interchanged by shifts. Warden Davarris, as he often was in any room he entered, was the life of the party.

“Chug another one, Davarris!” “Quit flapping around like a dandy and get yer ass over here!” “It’s your turn for the Satinalia mistletoe game!” came the friendly jeers and shouts that pulled him from his enthusiastic if not eclectic dancing. Not one to turn down a challenge, he marched jauntily over and took up the bottle from one of the new recruits.

“A mistletoe kiss, eh? Maker’s tits you buggers still play this game?” he laughed but twirled the bottle in his hand readily enough. “Alright I’ll have a go at it, Maker knows you blighters need to be shown how to pucker properly. Like you, Mason. Last time you got yer cheeks smooched was probably yer mum, wasn’t it?”

“Up yours, Davarris!” the new recruit answered back, but raised his glass to show it was all in good fun. He took another chug of his ale before shooting back. “Besides, with yer mug this might be the only way you’s getting a kiss.”

“Just spin it already!” called an impatient voice before Das could joke back. A snicker responded to it along with the jibe, “Are you that eager to kiss him, Tabris? Haven’t you two already gone at each other enough?”

“What can I say Nora, maybe I want an audience.”

Grinning, flattered and more than a little buzzed, Das made a show of dramatically placing the bottle in the center of the table and with the hilt of one of his blades, gave it a good spin. The small crowd that had abandoned dancing and drinking and socializing to watch, pressed in curiously. Drawing suspense, the bottle came to a slow stop, pointing not at one person, but at the painting on the nearest wall depicting the Heroes of Ferelden.

There was a brief uproar of laughter and arguing about how the results were to be played out before it was unanimously decided that all the Wardens of the Hero Squad present must be kissed. After making sure none of them were against the idea, Das picked up the sprig of mistletoe on the table. “To work!” he announced, imitating the Commander of the Inquisition’s armies.

Leaping to one side of the crowd, he bent forward to throw an arm around each of his favorite dwarves. Raising the mistletoe between him and Ronan Aeducan, he promptly gave the man a long smooch on the cheek. The warrior made a huff of amusement before running a hand over the side of his slightly ruffled beard. “Too much to drink, Davarris?” he joked.

But Das had already tossed the mistletoe to his other hand and held it up over Nora Brosca. The short woman was already grinning and poking her own cheek expectantly. “Plant ‘er there, Das!” And he did, with enough enthusiasm to send the woman into a fit of laughter before she gave him a surprisingly strong shove toward the tall human gentleman.

“Good evening, Das.” Warden Cousland greeted, ever friendly. The former-inquisitor laughed at his nonchalance before replying “It sure is, Cassian.” and reaching up to take the lanky man’s stubbly face in his hands, still holding the mistletoe in one. To his surprise, Cassian was the one to close the distance. Not one to ever put a damper on party games, he gave Das a short but surprisingly passionate kiss on the lips. Cheers and hollers surrounded them, and one friendly “boooo!” from their favorite elven reaver.

“Maker’s holy balls!” Das cried out, placing a dramatic hand on his chest at the end of the encounter. “You kiss like an Antivan!” he told his friend who laughed, looked both flattered and proud, and assured Das that so did he. They were then interrupted by an indignant yelp as Kieran Tabris picked up the petite woman beside him and carried her over.

“Oi, Davarris! Kiss Mell first, you and I are gonna be a while.” the dark-haired elf suggested, grinning and presenting his mage friend who looked thoroughly embarrassed. He set her down before Das who took her hand and kissed it gently. Alyss Amell’s face was already turning pink but she met Das’ pale eyes and smiled demurely. Her shyness was clearly due to having the eyes of a crowd on her and not their proximity. Das was good at drawing her focus from all of them though, and it was warmly appreciated.

“May I, Princess Amell?” he inquired of her and she suppressed a little laugh before granting him permission. He smiled back brightly, raised the mistletoe and gave her a soft peck on the lips before drawing back to return her personal space. Alyss had turned red- and there were more cheers- but before Das could perceive any of this, a hand had grabbed his and raised it over his head along with the mistletoe. Das couldn’t even laugh at his enthusiasm before Kieran’s mouth was on his, the other gripping the upper part of his arm as he walked him backwards into a pillar.

As his back hit the stone, Das returned the kiss in earnest, free hand traveling up into the other man’s long hair. The whole room was in an uproar now with their hollers and even some applause. Snickering, and not being able to help himself, he tugged at the thin leather cord holding up Kieran’s bun and the cascade of raven-colored hair poured down Kieran’s back nearly to his thighs. Warden Tabris made a grunt of protest but would not break the fierce kiss- until a hand reached out and yanked him back by his robes.

“Quit hogging him, Tabris. It’s my turn.” the beautiful and intimidating Arlessa ordered sharply. With a friendly ‘You bitch, Mahri.’ at her and a wink at Das, Kieran yielded. Das looked surprised but intrigued- Isseya Mahariel hadn’t been in the room when he’d first spun the bottle so he hadn’t imagined she’d be on the proverbial menu.

“My Lady!” he exclaimed. He bowed to her nobly, and was delighted at the brief but clearly amused tug in the corners of her lips. She walked up to him purposefully, in her tall heels she was slightly taller than him and it was oddly thrilling, but paused an inch from his face. The crowd had quieted down slightly but looked more excited than ever. Isseya raised her large goblet of wine by one side of their faces and took his hand to hold the mistletoe up next to the other side. Their lips hidden from prying eyes, she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the corner of his, not truly kissing him, not intending to.

“Guess who returned early from her visit to Orlais?” she whispered, lips brushing against his skin. “She’s in the rookery. Hurry.” She pulled back and raised her goblet, smirking and announcing loudly, “Not bad, Davarris!” to a host of wild cheers. But Das could hardly hear them anymore; the breath had left his lungs and a lost look wavered over his mask of a party-face. She was here?

Excusing himself hastily and ignoring the protests, he escaped the party and made his way up the castle. By the time he’d ascended the final staircase he was terribly out of breath, but threw the door open anyways. A few of the ravens squawked, startled, but the woman sitting on the windowsill only looked up and smiled. Das fidgeted.

“You’re home!” he cheered, smiling then cursing at himself because yes that was very obvious but his damned bloody mouth operated faster than his bloody thoughts. But Warden Commander Blue Surana nodded once, rose to her feet and approached him. She looked into his eyes, the small smile still on her lips, and brushed her gloved hand against one of his. .

“I’m home.” she agreed, staring at him to convey that the idea had little to do with location. Das felt his chest tighten. Maker how did she always do this to him? Before he could muster up another not-well-thought-out reply, she tugged curiously at the plant still in his hand.

“Mistletoe?” she inquired. Das chuckled, the heat rising in his face a bit before he raised up the sprig and carefully explained what had gone on downstairs. She was going to hear it from someone eventually so he figured it might as well be him. She nodded, face unreadable but eyes clearly enjoying the story.

“I see. Did you come up here to kiss me too?” she asked, mildly, as if inquiring about the weather. Das nearly choked on his heart as it sprung up to his mouth. Well, not really, but it bloody well felt like it. He opened his mouth to respond when she continued with. “You may, if you like.”

A few moments of silence, then she shifted slightly and added, “Unless you’d rather not.”

Rather not? Great burning Andraste, of course he wanted... He regained himself, forcing himself to smile despite the nerves. She was looking doubtful now and there was no way he was allowing that. He assured her in enthusiastic and somewhat colorful language that he abso-fucking-lutely did. He raised up the mistletoe one last time, cursing the sudden shakiness of that hand. He’d kissed hundreds of people- maybe, he didn’t really count- but seldom did doing so make him this nervous. Das tried to remind himself she was not in fact made of roses and snowflakes and glass, but when he finally raised his other hand to cup her cheek he certainly held her like she was. He leaned in-

“Should I close my eyes to kiss?” she asked tentatively. He froze, blinked in surprise.

“You can if you like.” he replied chuckling. “Do you not usually?”

There was a long pause before she averted her eyes. Das paled.

“You’ve never..?”

“Nora kissed me once.” Blue answered, meeting his eyes again. “She was drunk and I don’t think she remembers. And Cassian and Kieran… sometimes kiss my cheek when they greet me.”

Das squatted on the floor with his head between his legs and hands on top of said head. Sheer panic washed over him. He was going to be her first real kiss? He didn’t deserve this honor- holy fucking shit he-

“Did you change your mind?” she asked, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Just give me a minute,” he requested hoarsely.

#answered aks #my writing #my ocs #red warden squad #mutual's inquisitor #das davarris #merry christmas #heraldofwho #i hopei got das in character it's been a while since i've written him #blue x das

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ticklikeabomb · 6 years ago

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The Marvel Parody - Chapter 4

Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; getting political

Word Count : 1.265

Author’s Note : Some reactions of the cast (beginning of the chapter) were added after @prettybubblesintheair suggested it. :)

NAME CHANGES -> Peter Quill = Petra Quill ; Tony Stark = Tonya Stark ; Peter Parker = Petra Parker ; Dr.Steven Strange = Doctress Stephanie Weird ; Thanos = Anus…Hope you like it xD

Prelude Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Change of scenery obliged, the show paused for 10min in order to put the landscape corresponding to the planet Titan. The small break allowed us to change into our next characters and the audience to relax a little.

« Omg, this is sooo good. I wasn’t expecting this », said Letitia.

« Right, I mean that « ghost app » part had me wheezing. I can’t », exclaimed Tom Holland with a heavy British accent.

« Why did they put me as a fucking stuffed eagle toy?! », said Mackie. Which led half of the cast to laugh loudly, especially Sebastian. « I mean, come on! », continued Mackie. « Ohh, don’t whine Choclatchino, you never looked better », voiced Sebastian. At that, Holland laughed and Mackie just gave him a stern look, which led the youngest of the cast to laugh even louder.

« I’m really impressed by the scenery and their outfits. The details are really on point. And let’s not forget how beautiful those girls are », remarked Brie Larson. « Right, I was thinking the same », the other female co-stars agreed.

« What about you Evans, you haven’t said much? », Hemsworth asked. Everyone turned to their castmate. « Oh, I love it so far. I’m really looking forward for the rest », he said with a wild grin.

« Is that so. Whyyy? Does it have to do with a certain Bucky impersonator??, implied RDJ. That comment got everyone to turn to the freshly 37-year old, smiling and hollering. « Ahh guys, stop. I’m enjoying it. It’s hilarious. The references are clever and whoever wrote this piece clearly knows what she’s talking about. And besides, that Captain girl really got my Cap mimics», affirmed Evans with a slightly nervous giggle.

« Dude, admit it. That Y/N caught your eye. You can’t deny it, we saw you looking at her even if she wasn’t the one speaking » - Pratt. « Arrgh fine. I admit. I was intrigued the minute she stepped on stage an hour ago », Evans admitted.

« Oh my little boy growing up so fast », told RDJ.

« Why aren’t we talking about the fact that they renamed me Anus? », stated Josh Brolin playfully.

Everyone laughed at that. Clearly, everybody was enjoying their evening.

The lights were dimmed which indicated that the show was continuing. The stage arbored some wrecked car pieces that we painted in orange nuances to give that Titan planet vibe. For this part, the characters on stage were Sarah as Petra Quill , Kelly as Tonya Stark , Emily as Mantis , July as Drax (invisible) so she will play Anus , Jen as Petra Parker and you as Doctress Stephanie Weird.

Stark, Weird and our disguised Spider were ambushed by the Guardians.

« Who are you? Where is Gamora? », asked Petra Quill

« Ehm, I’ll do one better : Who is Gamora? » - Tonya

« No I’ll do one even better : HOW is Gamora? » - the voice of Drax resonated.

« Where does that voice come from », you asked confused.

« I’m the Destroyer Drax. Because I destroy things and then I tell them my name », the voice responded. « I’m also invisible, when I’m quiet ».

You were looking at your fellow earthlings for help and they seemed as lost as you.

« To whom you respond to?, asked Tonya

« Wakanda question is that? What am I supposed to say : Beyoncé? », Quill interjected.

The audience was cracking up and that gave the team and especially you a relieving feeling. They were liking it.

Mantis touched Parker and declared « Oh boy, you don’t feel so good ». « How do you know? »… « Well maybe if you haven’t drank all those juice boxes as I told you not to, you wouldn’t feel so bad », announced Tonya. « Sorry mom », answered Parker.

Once they established that they all had the same goal - kill Anus, they assembled in order to make a plan.

« That plan is terrible. Just like your make-up, you should check that », Quill said to Tonya, who gave him an annoying look in return.

Meanwhile they were figuring out what to do, you were seated on a rock, legs crossed and playing with your enormous eye necklace. Putting in front of your face pretending to be Big Brother watching everyone and grinning. Until you were caught by the characters and tried to look elsewhere and pretend doing tricks with your hands. While doing so you managed to pull out some orange frisbees (p.s. it’s supposed to be the magic coming out of Strange hands).

« Yup, we’ve got some Georges Meliès tricks up in here », you declared. ( Meliès was one of the first french film directors. He discovered by stopping the camera, he could create illusions, he’s basically the first one to invent special effects). Behind those frisbees was a small word saying that the person who caught it, would have a free drink at the bar.

« Can I throw them? », asked Parker.

« Sure, kid », you handed them over.

Stark and Quill were finishing their argument when Mantis declared « Miss Stark, is your friend alright? ». They all turned to you, shaking.

« Hey, what’s going on? »

« I was seeing the futur in order to calculate our chances of victory «

« What did you see? », asked Stark

« I saw that we’ve got 99 problems and that bitch is one », you announced.

« Weird », commented Drax

« No, Jay-Z », you replied.

« Ok, you’ve gotta stop those references. No more cultural references for you », Stark said angrily.

You frowned at him « I can’t help it, I’ve got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA », you told him.

« Really, Lamar?! »

« What, I can’t just quote Jay-Z and ignore the master of poesy. That wouldn’t be fair », you replied.

« Touché », claimed Stark. « Fine, you may continue those puns ».

You gave him a smug smirk and winked.

Everyone got in position and you remained on stage with Tonya.

« Weird can I ask you something? - Tonya

« Yes », you replied.

« Well now that there’s only both of us, tell me why so many cinematic references? I mean there are a lot. You do are conscient that half of the audience don’t necessarily get them?», asked Tonya perplexed.

« You know, you can’t trick passion, you can’t fake it. That’s why I can’t hold back on them.

« What about all those puns? »

« What you Americans don’t like jokes? Odd, considering there’s one living in the White House right now », you exclaimed. You knew this part of the show could be tricky. Some ‘ooohs’ and ‘buurnnnn’ were heard in the audience along with hollering.

« You just went there. We don’t really do politics in this building », retorted Tonya.

« Don’t we? Are you sure? Because what we’re doing right now is Art. Those performances that we do is Art. Art is political ! Showing skin as a plus size female is political. Denouncing the inequalities in a dance is politic. It’s fighting the patriarchy. It’s fighting society standards about how as a female you should look like, how you should behave, how you should talk, how you should be sexually actif or not. And that’s what we do here. So yes, I think we do politics and we happen to use the strongest item as a tool : ART », you told.

During your speech, a few people stood up, clapped and cheered. Among them the female cast but also some of their male co-stars.

« Preach queen, preach », you heard Brie Larson yelling.

« I never saw it like that. But you’re right. » - Tonya

« Good talk Stark », you said smiling « And ohh… about the audience not understanding half the references, don’t underestimate them. (you looked at the public) They drink and then they know things ».

« Smooth Weird, smooth. I understood that reference »

At that double pun, you couldn’t help and grinned widely.

*gifs not mine, credit to owners*

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shasta627 · 6 years ago

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EoA Apprection Week - Day 4: Mateo

Today’s the day we get to celebrate our sweet cinnamon-roll-wizard-king! It took me a long time to write this fic (mainly because I had no idea what to write) but I’m finally finished and really happy with how it turned out! Basically it’s a story about how the four types of love (storge, philia, eros, and agape (as they are called in greek)) are evident in Mateo’s life through childhood to adulthood. So, as always, enjoy! xD

“There are four main loves found in the world, each one a unique emotional blend. The first love is Storge (‘store-gae’), or familial love, often a love on which everyone can depend…”

The sun had barely risen over the mountains near Avalor when little Mateo de Alva awoke, excitement quickly taking the place of the drowsiness he felt most mornings. His mom had told him just the night before that she had a surprise planned for him, and he’d spent all night tossing and turning as he speculated on what it could be. He still hadn’t quite figured out exactly what his mother had planned, but he was thrilled all the same, knowing that whatever the surprise was he’d be happy with it. He waited silently in his bed as he listened for the sounds of his mother stirring in the room beside his, and after a few minutes his patience was rewarded when his door creaked open and Rafa de Alva peered inside, smiling at her son.

“I should’ve known you’d already be awake, mi hijo.” Her eyes twinkled affectionately at him as she gestured for him to get up. “Get dressed, and I’ll get us some breakfast.”

Mateo didn’t need to be told twice, and after the two of them had a quick bite to eat they set out into the early morning, the nighttime fog dissipating as the suns powerful rays shone down upon them. They made their way into town, only stopping to wave at a few passerby’s or call out a quick greeting, until they finally came to a stop in front of an old, rundown store, right on the edge of town.

Mateo looked up at his mother, his countenance clearly expressing his confusion. “Is this the surprise?” he asked.

Rafa nodded, and pointed to the weathered sign above the door. “Can you read what that says?”

Mateo squinted at the words, sounding them out as he pieced together their meaning. “Li…bra…ry.” He paused, and then suddenly exclaimed, “Library! This is a library? I’ve never been here before.”

“That’s because it hasn’t been open in several years,” Rafa explained sadly. “Shuriki banned most fictional stories along with dancing and music, but I used to know the man who worked here many years ago, and he gave me the key so that we could go inside.” She walked up to the door and pulled a small bronze key from her skirt pocket. “I know how much you love to read, so I wanted to show you this place.” She opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Mateo to enter first.

The room was dark and smelled of mold and mothballs, but soon Mateo’s eyes adjusted to the light and he saw the room was lined with bookshelves, stacked with more books he’d seen in his life. He gasped aloud, and his mother chuckled beside him.

“I take it you enjoy the surprise?” she asked.

Mateo couldn’t find the words to express how happy he was to see actual books that weren’t the three he’d read over and over again at home, so instead he threw his arms around his mother, hugging her as tightly as he could.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he finally managed to say, his voice muffled against her shirt.

“You are most certainly welcome,” Rafa replied, returning her sons embrace. “I love you, mi amado.”

Mateo smiled widely. “I love you too.”

“The second love is one of goodwill and friendship, or Philia (‘phil-ee-uh’), as it is so often named…”

Mateo would be the first to admit that he bit off more than he could chew when it came to preparing for the Harvest Festival. He told Luisa that he could handle the decorations, and then when Esteban asked if he would help hang up notices in town saying that the festival would be held in the Palace, he couldn’t bring himself to say no, and then when Elena asked him to help prepare a magic firework show for the end, he immediately agreed, saying it was a great idea. So now he was up to his ears in work, trying to get all the decorations set up in the ballroom while also figuring out a spell that would make fireworks fly into certain formations in the sky, all before heading into town in a few short minutes with Esteban.

“The streamers should go here,” he muttered to himself, levitating the decorations into the air with his tamborita, while his other hand drew ideas of how to enchant the fireworks. “And—oh, maybe the fireworks could take the shape of certain fruits that’re going to be harvested…” He quickly jotted the idea down, and then looked to the window, noting the sun was almost directly above the palace, signaling that it was nearly noon.

I have to hurry, Mateo thought with slight alarm, and accidentally dropped the streamers to the floor, where they became a tangled mess. No, not now, he moaned inwardly, tossing aside his notebook to try and quickly untangle the decorations before him.

He really needed to learn to say no to people, or at least not overbook himself.

He was just about to try ditching the streamers all together and start working on the flower centerpieces Luisa wanted when he heard his name being called from the other side of the ballroom.

No, I’m sorry, but I can’t—please don’t ask me to do anything else! his mind hollered as he turned around to see Naomi and Gabe walking toward him.

“Watcha doing?” Naomi asked, staring at the piles of random decorations scattered throughout the room.

Panicking, Mateo thought. “Trying to finish these decorations for Luisa, but…. it’s not going too well.”

Gabe glanced over at Mateo’s notebook and picked it up with curiosity. “And what’s this? It doesn’t look like a decoration,” he chuckled.

“Oh, that. I’m also trying to work out some enchantments that Elena wanted me to use on the fireworks tonight,” Mateo explained, stuffing the flowers into vases as quick as he could. He was unaware of his friends staring at him in confusion.

“Uh, why the rush? The festival isn’t until tonight y’know,” Naomi pointed out, her expression one of slight concern.

“I promised to meet Esteban at noon and help him hang up notices for the festival throughout town.” He turned to the window again and figured the sun was high in the sky, meaning it was probably noon.

“You don’t have to do everything, you know,” Gabe told him, picking up the tangled mass of streamers and gently unwinding the delicate paper.

“I know, but I promised them all I would do it…” Mateo trailed off with a sigh.

“Well, I have a solution for you.” Naomi took Mateo’s notebook and pressed it into his hands. “You finish the firework thing, since you’re the only one who can, and I’ll go into town with Esteban to deliver notices while Gabe works on the decorations. Okay?”

Mateo felt as though a large weight had just been removed from his shoulders. “Really? You’d do that?”

Naomi scoffed as she threw an arm across Mateo’s shoulders. “Uh, duh. We’re your friends—of course we’d help you.”

Mateo gave them both a grateful smile. “Thank you! I love you guys—you’re the best.” And with a quick wave he dashed off to his workshop, determined to create the best firework show anyone in Avalor had ever seen.

“And Eros (‘air-ohs’) is the love of passion and desire, a true romance that shall not be tamed…”

“What are you thinking about, mi querido?”

Mateo opened his eyes and saw Elena looking down at him, still gently stroking his hair with her fingers.

He shrugged, a small smile playing over his lips. “As of right now? Probably how I never want to move from this spot as long as I live.”

Elena rolled her eyes playfully at his response. “Well, since your head is on my lap I guess that means I’m never moving either.”

“Precisely.”

Elena flicked his ear and laughed when he frowned at her with narrowed eyes. “I think that may be a bit of a problem though, seeing as Isa’s quinceñera is tomorrow and we have to help prepare,” she pointed out.

“Since when are you the practical one?” Mateo joked as he closed his eyes again, the warmth of the sun plus Elena’s gentle touches soothing him.

“It seems you may be rubbing off on me,” Elena replied thoughtfully. “I mean, it’s not like we spend the whole day together or are a couple or anything.”

“Of course not,” Mateo agreed with mock seriousness. “We’re strictly friends, nothing more.”

There was a beat of silence before Elena began laughing, prompting Mateo to open his eyes again just to see her joyful face.

“Do you remember when we tried to convince everyone we were just friends, even though we both already confessed our feelings to each other?” she asked with an amused smile.

Mateo cringed. “Yeah, we were terrible liars. I also remember your abuela practically ordering us to start courting at some point after that.”

“We were such shy, awkward teens back then,” Elena reminisced fondly. “Thankfully we’ve gotten better.”

“No kidding,” Mateo chuckled in response. He looked up at Elena again and couldn’t help but smile. “So…” he began, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “What are you thinking about, mi querida?”

Elena hummed softly as she thought. “What am I thinking? How about you guess.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say…me.” Mateo winked.

“Well aren’t you a little self-centered,” Elena chided teasingly. “But, alas, you are correct. You know me too well.”

“It’s a skill that I take much pride in,” said Mateo, grinning unabashedly. “But I must ask, what exactly are you thinking about me? Nothing too awful, I hope.”

“Only the worst, undoubtedly,” Elena assured, but then her eyes became soft as she reached down to intertwine their fingers. “Honestly though? I was probably thinking about your sweet smile, or the way your eyes always light up when you see me, or just how lucky I am to have you by my side.”

His heart swelling with emotion, Mateo finally sat up, turning to gently cup her face with his hands. Elena’s eyes fluttered close at his touch, and she turned her head to press a soft kiss to his palm. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?” she whispered tenderly.

Mateo found that at the moment, no words could describe how much she meant to him too, so he simply leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, quickly loosing himself in their passionate exchange.

“I love you,” he mumbled when they eventually broke for air, silently willing her to understand just how much he cared for her.

Elena seemed to fully comprehend the unspoken implication his words held, for she kissed him again just as fervently, and together they reveled in the bliss that only they could bring each other.

“The final love is a special one only seen in those who are selfless and kind, for Agape (‘ah-gah-peh’) is a universal love, that can be stronger than them all combined…”

The ground shook beneath Mateo’s feet as the ancient Maruvian creature turned around to face him. It was roughly about the size of a large, four story building, and was made of pure, impenetrable marble, making it nearly impossible to defeat. Yet it wasn’t the monster that Avalor was in danger from—it was the malvago controlling it.

“Don’t do this!” Mateo pleaded with the man, raising his weary arms to shoot another spell at the creature to keep it from trampling the houses and shops belonging to the citizens of Avalor. “Why are you trying to destroy the city?”

His mind immediately flashed to Elena and his friends and family, who were all currently helping the people of Avalor find safety while Mateo was keeping the malvago and his monster at bay.

“I will do whatever it takes to find more power,” the malvago announced, his eyes blazing with hunger.

The marble monster swiped its hand at Mateo, to which he managed to avoid by ducking low to the ground. “You won’t have any power if you don’t have a city to rule, so stop destroying it!” Mateo cried in frustration, trying to find a way to get around the large creature so he could duel with the malvago, face-to-face. He tried sending a freezing spell at the Maruvian monster, but the enchantment simply had no effect on it due to its large size.

The malvago began chuckling, shaking his head at Mateo. “Young man, it’s not the city I’m after, it’s the power. The power that belongs to the Scepter of Light!”

Mateo froze as he processed this new information. An idea suddenly popped into his head; it was a bit crazy, and maybe wouldn’t even work, but Mateo was desperate and knew he had to try.

“What if I offered you a different kind of power?” he called. “A power I guarantee you’ve never seen before?”

The malvago frowned, considering his words. “And just what exactly are you offering?”

Mateo swallowed. “The Codex Maru, and every other spell book I have.”

The malvago’s face lit up with surprise. “The Codex Maru? You have it?” He suddenly squinted in confusion, looking at Mateo with mistrust. “Then why would you be willing to give it up?”

Mateo stared hard into the malvago’s eyes. “Because I love this kingdom and everyone in it, and I will not just sit around and watch my home be destroyed,” he stated, meaning the declaration with all of his heart.

The malvago held eye contact with Mateo for a long moment before he gave a curt nod, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. “I’ll accept you offer,” the man said. “Give me the Codex Maru and every other magical thing you possess, and I will leave Avalor forever.” He waved his hand and the marble monster froze, no longer set on rampaging the city.

“Good,” Mateo responded, though his heart was sinking in disappointment.

As he and the malvago made their way to the palace to retrieve the Codex Maru, Mateo couldn’t help but hope that another option would somehow reveal itself to him, yet he knew that when it came down to it, he would gladly give up all his magic and more if it meant protecting the kingdom and people that he loved.

“Each love has a purpose and design, meant to set certain feelings apart, yet it is up to ourselves to decide on the people we take into our heart.”

#elena of avalor #eoa appreciation week #mateo de alva #writing #my fic

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the-erickson-labrynthian · 6 years ago

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Death, by Brandon Erickson

Another short story I wrote recently about the final moments between two close friends before one succumbs to his wounds. This one’s a bit longer than the last one, I apologize in advanced for mobile because I know sometimes the ‘keep reading’ doesn’t show up and this is over 4000 words XD. Forgive me for my transgressions, please, I just didn’t wanna separate it into parts, ruins the tone.I hope you enjoy, if you like my writing or my style be sure to check out more of my blog, or check out my commissions, they’re pretty coolio to the moolio. And uh, yeah. Enjoy. Be sure to tell me what you think.

Death, by Brandon Erickson (Word Count: 4424):

The two boys were struggling to keep forward as the small crowd chased behind them. They were far back, but making headway, tumbling towards the pair at breakneck speeds for the social reward of bring their bodies back to the Duke. Dead or alive, because they were only special for their opposition, nothing more. Certainly why, of course, the Duke felt no discouragement from attacking one of the pair right where they stood, in the middle of their diatribes of peace and honesty and justice, and why of course he felt no apprehension towards making the attack as strong and piercing as he did, a little beam, struck like a bolt with deep seeded fangs into the chest. A familiar light and beam, to one of them. And after it struck and they got to their feet running, once again the Duke had no quarrel with sending his troops to finish the rest, end it all, bring back corpses.

Cyrus did his best to hold tight to his friend and push him forward, but the damage had left Dutch limping, and screaming, with his face morphing through a thousand expressions a minute as a flurry of feelings circled around him.

“Urgh,” He gritted his teeth but the anguish pushed through, “This is very painful.”

Dutch could crack a joke at his own expense, but Cyrus couldn’t stop thinking ahead, looking all around in desperation for something hide in but seeing nothing but an expanse of silent buildings and grey empty streets. They twisted and turned as best as they could to confuse their pursuers, but each time they had to even tilt a direction other than forward another sharp yell would come from Dutch.

“I’m just incredibl-ahrg-crediby surprised by how much ehhhh” He groaned, “Pain I’m in.”

Cyrus couldn’t avoid speaking in a whimper as his mind worked on a plan, “Stop talking, you’ll make it worse.”

“Oh… breathing makes it worse. I… think being, ehr, makes it worse.”

“A few more turns and then maybe we’ll lose ‘em.”

From the hollering echoing throughout the streets, that seemed like a lie. But, into another alleyway that almost turned into a dead-end—a near fatal mistake—Cyrus spotted that what he thought was a wall was really a large gate, a fence with green metal behind it that covered the other side. No barbed wire. Mistake turned miracle. Could go to the other side and hide. He turned Dutch towards the fence and flinched at the painful response. Dutch’s expression worsened as he saw it.

“Oh no… we’re not-”

“They might not see us behind it. Think you could climb up it?”

He laughed, “Uhhh, I… can climb it. I don’t what I’ll be like once I’m down it, though.” “Easily our best shot. I can help you up. C’mon.”

Cyrus hurried Dutch over and bent down, letting Dutch step up his back to grab the top of the fence. Cyrus then held onto his feet until he pulled himself to the top, before jumping up and grabbing the top himself, lifting up and over before Dutch could lose his balance and fall to the ground. Once he was on the other side he reached his arms out towards Dutch.

“I got you.”

“Hehe, I would have my doubts, but I don’t have a… ehhh,” He leaned over and fell into Cyrus’ arms before finishing his thought.

Cyrus held onto him and looked around. Standard walls of slimed grey like the other side of the fence, though behind them was a rusted door that was so evenly split between blue and burnt brown one couldn’t tell which color came first. The door was partially opened, but he could barely see what was inside.

“C’mon… we can go inside and get you lying down. Maybe then I can figure out how to help you.”

Dutch laughed at the notion, but Cyrus had no idea why. The two carefully went over to the open door and Cyrus moved it open as slow as he could, though that didn’t stop the creaks from being any less screeching. They stepped inside carefully, Cyrus eyeing everything he could to see if it was safe while Dutch barely looked at anything, continuing his small exclamations of pain in a softer tone. From his estimation, Cyrus couldn’t see that anyone was here, or had been in here, for a long time.

As he got his bearings, he realized it wasn’t anything abnormal at all, just a few empty rooms with standard wooden walls. A house. A real one, too. Nothing was in it, though. Not in this room they first entered, which from the ripped apart carpeting below appeared to be the living area. Cyrus took Dutch to the far corner of this room and carefully let go of him, telling him to lay down and rest while he found a light switch. Dutch obliged and slowly sunk down onto the carpet, feeling at the texture of the small and tightly woven strands that were like bristles. Cyrus rubbed his hands all along the walls, but nothing rubbed back except for cold and faint dust that he wiped against his pants, until the fourth wall yielding a small sliding switch. He moved it up and down and looked up to the ceiling. Nothing. Not even a hum or a spark. Time did that to things.

He went back over to Dutch and starting rubbing his hands together, “Okay, I was gonna save a bit of my energy, but it would be nice to be able to see a bit, so…” He held his hands outwards with his fingers extended and spaced out, trembling as he darted his eyes between the two of them, his pupils enlarging until a faint glow emitted from the distance in between the hands, a softer caramel light that was easier on the eyes. He clenched his fist and the light released from its prisionment and circled about until he moved his hands and guided it to the ground beside them. He let out relieving sigh as his shakiness left him, then got down on his knees and observed his friend.

“How are you holding up?”

“Constant pain, but now that I’m not moving as much, it’s muddled down. Hurts to talk, but I like talking, so I guess I’ll deal with that.”

“Where’s the pain coming from? If I know the source I might be able to discern the spell, and maybe then fix it. Is it here?” He applied a small amount of force onto Dutch’s side.

“No, that feels nice, a little. Touching me doesn’t make it worse. And… the pain is everywhere.”

“What do you mean, everywhere? It can’t be everywhere.”

Dutch laughed, “Pain spells have that tendency.”

“Even then there’s a source. Something. And it wouldn’t hurt to move if it was just neurological, right? Those spells just simulate pain, they don’t cause real damage.”

“They don’t… yeah, but that’s because this isn’t a pain spell.”

“Urg,” He rubbed his hands against his cheeks, “It’s gotta be something else then. Some internal hemorrhaging. That’s ridiculously powerful to be so precise like that… but then again… there’d still be a source.”

Dutch watched his friend get up and pace about the room—like he always did—trying to work out some solution. Every problem is fixable to some people. Can’t see what’s right in front of them, or they’d lose the only grip or power on reality they have. He chuckled a bit.

“Please don’t try to lighten the mood. This is serious.”

“There wouldn’t be a need to lighten the mood if it wasn’t serious.”

Cyrus dug his face into his hands, “We could be found out in any moment. We need to get help back at one of the stables or something, but you’re in no shape to keep moving, clearly. Unless, you could-”

“No. It’s pretty bad. I doubt I could get up without going into hysterics again. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. We’ll have to work with what we’ve got. Maybe I don’t have my book on me, but I can figure something out nevertheless. I knew I should’ve kept my bag with me.”

“The book isn’t a miracle worker, Cyrus.”

“Went from healing a cut to healing a severed arm reading it. I’d be better right now. Better equipped to get out. But I had… I had to leave it.”

“Stop whining, you don’t have it. Doesn’t matter anyways. That was just healing an arm.”

Cyrus circled about in frustration, his hands fidgeting around while he thought. Dutch felt the small pressure of pain increase, yet this time he made no sound. Maybe he built up a tolerance fast, he thought. If only he could build a tolerance to the damage, too.

Before he held onto that thought long Cyrus was already back by his feet and patting around his body, “Please give me anything your feeling, I need to know if there’s any weak spot.”

“I just feel pain, everyone. No part is worse. But, pressure feels good.”

“I’m sure there’s somewhere on you, maybe where he hit you, your chest?” Cyrus pushed into Dutch’s chest and Dutch let out little more than the slightest of moans from the intensity of the force subsiding the feeling of pain, even if for a moment. “Nothing?” He asked.

“Nothing wrong. You’re trying hard but I’m telling you it’s just constant. I just… am feeling pain.”

“What… just feeling pain? Like… it’s… just infecting your consciousness?”

“Like it’s… becoming a part of me. My existence just feels like its pain. I don’t how to describe the feeling, but it’s like every possible action is tied to pain. Breathing, talking, thinking, just the act of existing is bring me pain.”

“That sounds unbearable.”

“I’m used to unbearable things…” He chuckled.

Cyrus let out a huff, “But, there’s no spell I’ve ever heard of that does that. It makes no sense. Just pain? I could just kill the pain, then, if there’s nothing being damaged. Just… a painkiller trick, simple,” He started rubbing his hands together again.

“I told you,” He couldn’t help but laugh, “There’s nothing you’re gonna be able to do about this. Nothing you can heal.”

Cyrus grabbed at his head, “You’re making no sense! You act like you know what’s happening-”

Dutch let out a few coughs, “I do. I know exactly what’s happening. I knew it the second the spell hit me.”

Cyrus’ expression widened and he resisted hitting his friend, “What do you mean you already knew? You knew the whole time what was wrong with you and you never gave me a word? You just let yourself get worse and made it impossible for me to help you?”

“Well, you couldn’t.”

He held back in a scream in his anger, “What do you mean? What spell was it?”

“Cochlea Mortem.”

Suddenly his confusion made Cyrus speak in the same whisper as his friend, “What?”

“Cochlea Mortem. Or for the French it was La Mort de L’Escargot. Death of the snail. Snail’s Death. Funny wording, makes it sound like I’m the snail. Snail’s are pretty nice, I guess.”

“Snail’s Death? That spell… what? I heard about it once in old books, but people basically thought it was just fear mongering from dark mages to scare people. It was an old myth! From like… hundreds of years ago.”

“Myths because those people are dead. Most people are dead when they hear of it. Only way to know about it is to see it. And… I’ve seen it.”

“I’ve barely ever heard of it. Never seen it. How could you have seen it?”

“I knew you wouldn’t have seen it. Soldiers see. Bookworms learn. Usually that comes in handy, but not with death. Books don’t really do much for dead people. Can help dispose of them properly, though.”

“It can’t be that, though, right? You’re not… dying?”

“Cochlea Mortem is exactly what it sounds like. It’s slow. You couldn’t see it. Only I can feel it.”

“How? You’re not cut. Damaged. Anything?”

“Funny, I feel pretty cut. It looked the same back then, but it was a good ten years ago when I was just little more than a scout, I saw this much older man dealing with it. A lot like me, he kept talking. But, soon it was hard. He described it like a man… going through a house, turning off every appliance as he goes through. A slow shutdown of everything you are… on a consciousness level… until you’re nothing. Like… boiling your spirit into vapor. I feel it now.”

“Feel what?”

“Like I’m draining away, drop by drop.”

“Well… okay, maybe you have this Snail’s Death, I’m sure I can heal it. There’s gotta be a cure.”

Dutch let out a small sigh, “You said you heard of it. No one talks about it without mentioning that there’s no cure.”

“A hundred years ago there wasn’t a cure for petrification. We learn. We get better. I can do this. I’ll be the first one to do it.”

“Go ahead. Do something. I’m not going anywhere. Not sure if I can feel my legs at this point or not. I can wiggle my toes, but… I feel like if I stood on them, I’d phase right through my own legs.”

Cyrus stood up, “Of course I’ll try. You need me to, even if you won’t admit it.”

He rubbed his hands together for a minute, his eyes closed and visualizing as he did. There began to be a vacuum like feeling in the room, like thoughts were being ripped right out of the air to fuel his hands. Dutch found it hard to think, and his feelings were being pulled from him. At least it took the pain, too. Everything as Cyrus worked with his face clenched tight in focus. After another moment he stopped rubbing and moved his hands outwards once more, opening his eyes. His body trembled this time, with his legs shimmying weakly and his head twitching about. Like before, his pupils grew, and of course with so much power this time they grew to consume his whole eyes, this pure black that Dutch almost got lost in looking at. From his hands there began to emit a forest green like glow, but this glow also seemed to come from his head, like it leaked from his ears. Dutch had no clue what he was doing at this point, that kind of magic was never his thing.

Without warning the glow on his hands turned blue and he flicked them towards Dutch to pass the light over. Dutch closed his eyes in a wince of fear, but after a moment of no feeling he opened them to see nothing. The magic did nothing at all, like it went through him. He looked up at Cyrus to see his eyes still engrossed, yet sad. Next thing he knew all the energy in the room dropped and Cyrus’ head fell forward as he let go. He tilted his head back upwards at Dutch and walked over to him.

“Nothing, huh?”

“Nothing.”

“Of course. Not even putting all of my energy into thinking helped me come up with the right spell. I’m too weak.”

“You’re not weak. I told you, there’s nothing to be done. I just get to sit here and watch it all fall away.”

“I wish I could be better for you. It’s not fair.”

“I spent forever wishing I could better for you. That’s just how life is. But, you don’t have to keep wasting your energy on helping me. Just sit here. I’d feel a lot better if you would just be here and talk with me.”

“Really?”

“All that magic will get someone to find us anyways, and you’ve gotta get out of here soon.”

“We’ve got to head back soon. Escape and tell the others about his attack on Eastwick.”

“Yeah… we do. But… I need to lie down here for a while. Just sit with me. Please?”

Cyrus looked into the eyes of his long faithful companion, and they pleaded at him. Pleaded for comfort and warmth. Pleaded to sit with the person they love most.

“I’ll sit here with you. As long as you need me to.”

“Cool,” He chuckled.

Cyrus patted his hand against his friends stomach, feeling as it rose and fell with his breath, “Well, how are you feeling now?”

“Better, but lesser. Things can get better before they get worse. Everyone always says like a calm before the second half of the storm. In some ways that makes the oncoming pain not seem as bad, but in other ways it makes it seem worse, like I won’t be as ready for it.”

“If you wanted me to, I could try easing the pain a bit.”

He shook his head slightly, “No, I can handle it. You’ll need all the energy you can muster to get out of here. Just keep your hand right there. It feels better. Right. I think it might always have belonged there. You are like the whole troops caretaker. But… always me more.”

“Yeah.”

“I was always a rambunctious little shit.”

“Yeah.”

“The fact that I didn’t get my head lopped off years ago is probably a stroke of luck. More the debt to the universe piles up, though, the more that luck runs dry and you’ve got nothing to protect you. Nothing more than a loving friend.”

Cyrus said nothing, he examined every inch of Dutch’s body, still studying, wondering.

“From down here, you look so much more powerful. I used to think I was the stronger one. The brash and bold. But… strength, eh. Not much at the face of demise. You were the real fittest to survive. The smaller target. The larger mind.”

“You do a wonderful job.”

“Eh, I did my best. Better than a lot of sick and misguided people. Worse than a lot of beautiful and good people. Alright enough to not feel guilty. In that sense, at least.”

Dutch kept his gaze mostly at the ceiling, but every now and then he would move his eyes to Cyrus and stare for a moment before they went back forward. He never tilted his head.

“I’ve seen a lot of death. Lots of it in books and stuff, too. Death is a lot like an evolving myth, itself. Everyone spreads these stories about what it is like, these guesses and such. Even people who almost died try to tell people how it feels and spread this story. But… do any of them really know? I mean, could any of them really know unless they truly died? Death doesn’t happen until the brain is dead. Gone. Mush. No one can come back from that, either. So, no one knows. Nothing but what they feel beforehand. And on that,” He let out a small cough, “On that, I hear nothing but people saying that they feel… content. More and more so the closer that they get to the edge. That’s funny.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel it,” He started tearing up, his words turning into whimpers, “I’m just sad. I don’t want to die.”

Cyrus hung his head low, “We can figure this out. Stop worrying.”

“But… I can’t move my body anymore. It’s just… gone.”

“It’s right here. Feel my hand. That’s your stomach.”

“I feel your hand, but nothing’s there. It touches nothing. The body’s drained away.”

Cyrus darted his vision away and tried not to tear up as well.

“Normal death is a lot like this, too, just faster. If you think about it, from all I’ve seen, death does this thing where it takes away every piece of you. With this stuff, this spell, it’s like these little bits that make up who I am are being shaved off, they’re falling though. And when the last bit is gone, I’m out of time. It remind me of. Of a… of. Of. An…” He closed his eyes, settling his thoughts, “An hourglass. Yeah, that. A hourglass, where the sand slowly pours from the top to the bottom. From life to death. Grain by grain. I’m… I’m those. Those grains. And every bit is taking its time, but soon it’ll all be out, and I’ll be gone.”

“Stop talking like that. You can still try to hold on. You can still try to grab onto yourself and persevere. It’s just determination, right? People put there hands in fire and feel nothing because of their determination. You can push through it all, if you try.”

“Trying hurts. Being hurts. The spell actively is pushing for me to stop being. Designed to make me… stop.”

“Don’t let it get to you. You can fight if you just don’t quit. Open your eyes.”

“No… I don’t need to. It would hurt too much. I can still see you. Right inside here, inside my head. I always see you when I close my eyes, whether I want to or not. Heheh,” He snickered.

“Dutch…”

“Oh, don’t worry. Most of the time it’s good that I see you. Sometimes you can be a real nagging Nelly like right now, but hey, I get it. I’m stupid. I deserve it most of the time. I know you’re just trying to make things better. Tryin’… to… make. Make things seem less. Less bad than they are. They’re pretty bad, and that can be scary.”

“I’m here for you,” He moved his head close to his friend’s.

“And I know that you’re sad. Very. Very… sad. I know. I’m sad too. Crying my eyes out…”

“You stopped crying already, Dutch.”

Dutch continued talking, “But… I guess in a little way I’m lucky, I won’t have to deal with being sad much longer, best case scenario. If not, then there’s no way of stopping it anyways. Knowing me I’d deserve it. But. But, uh. But… oh, I was saying… I know that even if I get to escape being sad, that you’re gonna have to deal with it. You’re gonna have to be sad when. When I’m gone. Yeah. That sucks. I’m sorry. I know that’s why you’re trying to hurt.”

“Help.”

“Yeah. Help.”

Cyrus bent over and wrapped around Dutch, hugging him tightly, “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t be better.”

“Oh. Oh shush. It was all me. Me and my ego, screaming at that jerk like I was gonna change his mind. I should’ve been more prepared. We know his power. But… shoulda… shoulda… coulda.. Buddha. All in the past now. You can go past all this. You can be happy even after I’m gone. You’re a smart, cute guy who's gonna change the world for the better. I know that.”

“I don’t know what I would do, without you.”

“Anything and everything. You’re divine. I’m a bitch. Simple math, I’m a thorn in your side. You’re a rose bud. Pretty little thing, with this radiance. An authority. A… right to be better than all of us. You’re so much better than me.”

“You were everything I wasn’t…”

“And that’s a good thing. I mean… look at me. I’m dying. Almost there, too, I think. While I still have any feeling left, you should be holding me.”

Cyrus winced and hugged tighter.

“I would say you can kiss me, but my lips… I don’t know if there still feeling. Shame. Your lips are pretty nice,” He chuckled, “Sorry again for making jokes. So easy when you’ve got nothing else to do with the rest of your life.”

“I’m going to miss you.”

“It’s weird, I feel, the order in which all my parts are. All my pieces are. My gears are… stopping. The order. It’s weird. Like, what determines it? Is it random? What is the last grain to drip from the hourglass? Is it me, that last grain, or am I everything? I… even if I could come back, I know everything else would be gone. Might mean I’m a husk of my former self. I mean, no good as a fighter if my body doesn’t work. If I can’t stand on my own two feet. Feel the grass. The breeze. The warmth of another. These things, I think. These things, I think, are a part of me, too. But I still feel like I’m here, also. I’m still here. So… maybe? Maybe the last grain is the most of who I am… maybe. Maybe the other grains are just tools to help my one grain experience the world. But why does that grain fall last? To give me time? Is Cochlea Mortem secretly a blessing? Death is awful… but… how many deaths guarantee a final testimony? As long as someone is here to listen.”

“I’m always here to listen.”

Dutch’s head bean tilting to the right, slightly, slowing falling towards the floor.

Cyrus tried to feel his friend as best as he could, hold on to every second that remained. “You’re smarter than anyone ever gave you credit for,” He said.

There wasn’t a response. Just the rise and fall of his breath that had been growing more dull as the conversation carried on. Cyrus shook his friend gently to no avail. “Dutch?”

After another few moments of silence Dutch chuckled, “I see. Playing quiet with me now, huh.”

“I’m right here, Dutch.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. It’s getting sad, hard for ya to come up with ann word. I’m gutting cloos new, I thn.”

“What?”

He started slurring his words more, “Bu, you dun ned ta be sad, Cyren.”

Cyrus moved over to his friend’s face and slapped the side of it, “C’mon, Dutch, don’t do this to me. Please...”

“I wan yu ta new smm, cyr… I stul loo ya.”

Cyrus’ breathing became sporadic as he leaned close to Dutch’s ear and desperately spoke in a hushed whimper, “I love you, Dutch. And even after all these months, I forgive you. I always forgave you, you stupid try-hard. Please hear that. You don’t need to respond, but please hear that.”

Dutch let nothing else out but faint grumbles and groans as his breathing slowed down until he his didn’t rise at all and all the subtle movement of his body winded down to nothing.

“I’m sorry.”

Everything seemed to stop, like a final little leaf that floats to the dirt and leaves the tree barren. Cyrus held close to his friend and hugged him tight, but his friend was gone.

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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I came up with a random and slightly terrible idea for a prompt. Amy starts dating Shadow to make sonic jealous, and at first Shadow goes along with the idea out of pure spite, but something triggers a "Maria Moment" and he ends up becoming overly protective/attached of her. What do you think? Terrible right? XD

(x) Please don’t judge, I made this one >x

Oh, so terrible~ just enough so… that it might actually work! :D (that’s a compliment, lol)

Prompt:

With Amy watching Comedy Chimp interview Sonic for a ‘Comedy Ship’ special, Sonic is asked if Amy’s ever dated anyone, “After all, she’s a good looking girl, am I right? Charity-worker, perfect house-keeper, even got a top 80 for ‘can you wield a hammer and still look cute and totally not intimidating?’! What are your comments, Sonic?”

“Well, Chimp. Honestly? There’s not a lot of guys out there looking for someone like Amy. But hey! I guess it’s a little intimidating… that’s why she didn’t make the tippy-top of that chart, you know what I’m saying?” Sonic winks and relaxes with his hands behind his head, making the crowd laugh.

Amy squirms in her seat with anger, “I lost to an Otter and an Koala bear! That’s tough competition!” she threw the remote and started smashing around her house.

When she wore off, she saw something pass her window and quickly looked out it, getting an idea when she saw Shadow talking about something on his communicator.

“Remember, all you have to do is plant one last bomb in any location Sonic may pass through!” Eggman hollered, as Shadow seemed pretty serious about that command.

“Like I said, Doctor. I work on my own terms. Don’t worry about where I place it, only that you have it go off when the time comes.” he turned off the communicator and kept walking when Amy jumped up and in front of his way, smiling from cheek to cheek.

She giggled oddly, as if being shy, and having her hands behind her back, nervously hunched down a bit.

“…Out of my way,… strange… pink.. woman.” he gestured his arm out, trying to get her to move but looking confused on how to address her.

“Amy. And I was just wondering if you’re alone right now..?” She peeked over his shoulders and then chuckled nervously again as she pushed her fingers in on each other. “haha..ha..”

He rose an eyebrow, ‘Did she discover my true plans with Eggman? Is my cover blown?” he held a hand over his communicator and stepped back, “I don’t have times to deal with Sonic’s pathetic friends…” he was about to race off when he felt something grab at his arm and pull him back.

“W-what?” he looked back and saw her clinging to him. “One walk around the town, then you can do whatever you want!”

“One walk?” He was confused, but the directness and weird surprise of it left him unable to fight back as she pulled him into town.

“Promise it won’t be long! It never is to start up rumors…” she grinned mischievously, before giggling randomly as people walked by, and placing her head on Shadow’s shoulder.

He would flinch away before Eggman called again…

“Uhh… hmph.” he pushed Amy away, secretly taking the call on his wrist communicator.

“Shadow! Why are you-? … are you seriously on a date with Amy?” Eggman looked annoyed.

“What? I’m trying to escape her-emm!!” he was cut off by Amy grabbing his face, turning him to her and pointing to her friends.

“They’re here! Okay, act natural!” She put her arm around his waist and his arm over her shoulder, and giggled once again in her silly, nervous way. “This’ll teach him to tell me I’m not wanted!”

“What?! Unhand me! Let me go, you crazy-!”

“Woah, is that..? Shadow?!” Sonic stepped back.

“He’s captured Amy!” Tails cries out, pointing.

“Against her will!” Sticks got on all fours, growling and biting at the air.

“With no understanding of how to properly pull off that move!” Knuckles punched the air, and then posed with the rest of them, ready to fight.

Amy pretended to laugh at something Shadow said, snorting slightly and confusing him more, before walking on her merry way with him being dragged along as he stumbled in his steps.

“Uhhh…” the gang watched in the same amount of confusion as Shadow had portrayed.

“…Was she… happy?”

“Laughing means happiness.” Sticks replied to Tails’s question, getting up and stroking her chin. “Hmm.. Looks kinda like she’s moved on.”

“Aww.. does this mean we can’t trash Amy’s place anymore?” Knuckles leaned down, arms draping over and dangling in front of him, looking like a sad puppy.

“M-moved on!?” Sonic was startled, to say the least, and shook his head and hands, “No, no, no- NO. She’s clearly been… been… brain-washed! Yeah, that’s it!”

He watched as she sat down at Meh Burger with Shadow, trying to feed him as he struggled to get away from her.

“…She… she’s just messing around is all.” Sonic folded his arms, looking away, almost offended.

The gang looked at each other before he threw his arms up, “Stop looking! It’s weird! She’s clearly only going out with my mortal enemy to make me jealous!”

He pouted and peeked out to the two again, as Tails sighed.

“Well, maybe she’ll convert him to our side?”

“WHAT?!”

“Love is a powerful thing. Who knows? They may make some lovely hedgehog babies together.” Sticks shrugged, walking off with Tails.

“You guys! We can’t just let this happen!” Sonic frantically turned to them, gesturing to the two, “She’s clearly being used! He’s using her! Going to break her heart to try and get to me- I-I-I mean us! The team! He’ll be our Yoko!” he gripped his head, clearly desperate for them to help stop this mess.

Knuckles yawned, “But that would mean ruining their date, right? That’s a low thing to do, Sonic. Amy’s our friends. If she wants to go off and hang with other dudes at Meh Burger than we have to respect her decision.” He then twitched and held his chest. “Ouch! Was that what I think it was? Ah! Tails! I need ducktape! Fast!” He then booked it to Tails, who also looked down a moment, turning around.

“Hey, that’s right. If Amy goes off with Shadow.. doesn’t that mean we won’t see her anymore?”

As the gang got wild up, Shadow planted the bomb in Meh Burger, under the table as he noticed them coming to approach the two.

“Mind telling me why you insist on making a fool of yourself?”

She giggled nervously again before sobbing and slamming her head to the table. The impact made him worry about the bomb as he sneakily glanced down to check on it.

It wasn’t activated… he let a quiet sound of relief calmly pass his lips.

He then glared back at Amy. “You’re wasting my patience. What’s going on-!”

She plugged his mouth, leaning back up.

He swiped it off, “And stop doing that!”

“I need you to act like you like me!”

“What?!”

They were holding hands now, not on purpose, as Sonic and the gang flinched from a distance.

“They’re already holding hands!” Sticks blurted out.

“They’re moving too fast! This is getting serious!” Tails gripped his head, panic now setting in as they had recently decided to confront Amy about this. “Even me and Zooey haven’t reached that stage! I-I’d be too embarrassed!”

“He must be stopped!” Sonic hollered out, and the team moved faster. “Wait!” Sonic stopped them, “Stealth… be cool guys… be cool…” They straightened up, being casual and speed walking over to them now.

“You’re insufferable! Why would I fancy you?” “You could if you tried! Honest! I’d be a cute girlfriend!” Shadow was pushing her away from him, but Amy was moving more towards him.

The team sped up again, their heads lowering down and Tails spinning his tails as it looked a little… different from their point of view…

More couply.

“Why are you so insistent!? Tell me the truth!” He threw her hands down and she sighed in annoyance, giving up.

��Fine! I wanted to make Sonic jealous!”

“What?” Shadow looked at Sonic’s face, coming quickly over to them, dodging people and stopping for the old monkey man to pass, growing impatience and growling at having to wait.

“Heh. If that’s your goal..” He pulled her closer and leaned his head back to whisper in her ear. “Quick, giggle. Like before.” He needed to get her to lure the team over there way anyway…

She did so since his breath tickled her ear anyway. She covered her face though, hiding the blush as she realized she actually liked that feeling. ‘That's not supposed to happen.’ she thought to herself.

Sonic moved faster, helping the old monkey across the street before continuing to ‘play it cool’ towards the two, but growing more and more aggressive in his steps and his expression.

Shadow smiled, “Closer…” He moved his finger to the communicator for Eggman to receive his signal, waiting for the perfect moment…

“You know, Shadow… I really am grateful you’re playing along with this.” Amy looked away, her hands on her lap. “I mean… It just means…”

She smiled up at him, and his eyes suddenly widened, distracted.

“That you do have a heart, after all!” she tilted her head and his memory of Maria triggered, his eyes shook while her image was replaced over and over with Amy’s.

He flipped the tap, standing up and shaking his head in his cry, “MARRRRIIIAAA!!!” he then kicked the table away and grabbed Amy, jumping away as the table exploded near Sonic and the gang, who guarded and looked up to where Shadow had jumped to a nearby building and then continued on with trees.

“He really is using her!” Tails looked at the bomb, “He was going to explode us all to pieces!”

“Amy!” In worry, Sonic gritted his teeth and ran after her.

Shadow grew protective of Amy, only because his mind was associating her with Maria, having his PTSD kick in, Amy became Maria in his mind. He would shake his head and declare to Sonic, “I’ll never let anyone take her away from me! Not again!”

“Again?” Amy was confused, but after a little chase, she figured out Shadow was having an episode, and helped comfort and calm him through it.

“T..Thank you… but why are you helping me?” He had snapped out of his mental breakdown, clutching his head.

“Hehe, cause you- for a moment anyway before being a bad guy again- totally helped me out with getting Sonic to notice me. But I would have done it regardless, shadow. You really should talk about this more… It may help with your emotions… talking about your feelings..” she put a hand delicately to his back, as he twitched under her kindness.

“Hmph!” he paused a moment, before swiping her hand away from him. “I don’t need your sympathy.” he spat out and took off before Sonic had a chance to catch him.

“Wait!”

“Sonic!” Amy stopped him and swung his arm she caught back to her.

“B-but he’s getting away!”

“And?”

“H-he took you!”

“And?”

“And!? Well, and now you're here and not… in… his clutches… oh.” Sonic calmed down, looking back and forth to where Shadow went and where she was now.

“What’s the deal, Ames? You know he’s a bad dude! What… are you … y-you into that sort of t-t-thing?” He folded his arms, getting nervous and looking away, shy again.

She giggling into her hand, making him upset cause he’s heard that giggle too much already today.

She then put her face close up to his cheek, “I was just making you sure you realize how it feels to lose me.” She teased and walked to the gang coming up behind them.

“Amy!” they shouted for joy, thinking Sonic had caught up first and saved her.

“I think I’m done with the dating scene for one day.” she grinned, embracing them as they welcomed her back.

Sonic couldn’t help it, he studied the ground before glaring to Shadow’s direction, and then his eyes softened, and he rubbed the back of his head.

“I guess…” he muttered to himself, before losing the tension in his body and looking tenderly towards Amy, “I never knew how that would feel…” he admitted, but only to himself.

With a smile.

Shadow stopped a moment from walking, taking off the communicator that Eggman was shouting out from- wondering what had happened, and accusing Amy of having changed his heart on him.

Shadow looked over his shoulder, seeing Amy so happy with her friends.

He clutched his chest. “…Maria… Forgive me. I seem to still…”

He watched her closer…

“Have weakness…”

He honed in on Amy’s cheery smile… reminding him so much of Maria’s…

(Augh, I kinda want to make Shadow crush on her but that would mean certain doom for keeping this canon lol. -though I think it’s possible for his character… *cough cough*-)

#sonamy #sonic boom #sonicxamy #shadow #boom!amy #sonamy boom #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #boom!shadow #boom!sonic #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #(the music I'm listening to is 'Best friend' where a guy is falling in love with his best friend and worried she's in love with someone else

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murfpersonalblog · 6 months ago

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Loumand

Last post, I promise; I needed another nap; this ep's a freaking rollercoaster. And these two queens nearly gave me a stress ulcer!

DEBATABLE, Louis. I can think of FAR worse vamps than you, love.

Why're y'all having this whole conversation where anyone can hear?

They got Sartre's wall-eyes down; good makeup this season, team! 👌

DreamStat's a Loumand bed-death truther, jfc. 😭

I wanna know EXACTLY what Armand sees--or "feels"--whenever DreamStat pops up in Lou's head. Cuz he clearly knows precisely where Les is; he looks right in his direction. But does he HEAR Les too? (God I hope not, this song would've had me SEETHING--Back to Hell with you! 😅)

"Oh dear" indeed; I was HOLLERING.

SAM WAS DEVOURING THIS SCENE HOLY GOD GO AWAY DEMON

Armand looked PISSED, I was scared for Louis' life! And he DOES know, actually, yes Lou. I can almost GUARANTEE that he knows PRECISELY where Lestat is AT THIS VERY MOMENT, yes Lou.

If only you knew.... 😬

Claudia's suffered more than Christ. And nice cut to Daniel sneaking around with Raglan James as Armand talks about Furies punishing "human wrongdoing." It's really interesting that Armand told the lawyer that LOUIS is the owner of the paintings. Is he the owner of the penthouse too? HOW MANY DEEDS DOES HE HAVE, ROLIN?

I wonder what AMC might be saying about Loumand's art collection, not just wrt what we know about art heist!Armand (which we'll likely see a nod to in Ep4 at the Louvre); but also wrt what we know about Dubai's godawful neocapitalist hellscape economy, and Loumand's "moralizing" about Parisian black markets in S01E02.

I wonder if that's the excuse Armand'll give the coven when Louis shows up for dinner in Ep4--very much NOT dead; and rips out Santiago's tongue.

WILD voice-over, cuz you KNOW that's what Santiago was thinking, too, LOL. (You wish, Francis.) But yes: Louis' finna end your whole career. XD

Another TERRIFYING jumpscare from the coven, like in Ep2 with Annika. Louis, I am shocked & appalled--can you not HEAR all these vamps planning your bloody murder around you? CLAUDIA! WTF!?

But this is how you know Armand's true personality--he hates getting his hands dirty. He kills all the time, but he makes his victims' deaths pretty. He'd rather sit back & let Lestat/Louis come in and wreck his whole coven, even though he has the power to just light those mofos up all on his own! I wish AMC emphasized a bit more that Armand not only writes/directs the plays--he's an ACTOR, too. And istg he's an expert at PRETENDING to be helpless, meanwhile he's the strongest vamp that's NOT one of the Children of the Millennia (thanks to how well Marius made him).

Armand, that is LOW; waiting until Claudia's stuck under the oaths b4 you tell her she's guilty of breaking Great Laws she doesn't even know about yet. WTF?

How TF you gon' hold Louis accountable for following the Laws when he wasn't even allowed to be in the effing room when they were read!? He's not even a member! WTF! (I get it--any rogue vampires are subject to death, yadayada; we know it's a stupid policy.)

I love how he plans to leave by himself here--it had nothing to do with picking "another one" over Claudia. He just didn't want to hold her back anymore. And his presence was causing problems. 😭 It's so cute that Louis' stipulation about London was that if it's "too large" he'd leave and go to Ireland (?!?)--he's become agoraphobic or something? He just wants to be alone in his hermit hole--MOOD. 😭

Good to get confirmation that the Fire Gift here is Armand and blessedly NOT Santiago--so why's he zooming around in the sewers?

Look, sometimes folks make terrible first impressions--Lestat was being hella racist, Louis' always playing defense, Armand was finna kill Louis in a gay public park. It happens.

Foreshadowing like crazy, as usual.

WILD thing to say. I'm gonna cry, please stop.

(What kinda hypocrisy is that, when you were made young your dang self!?) She's already 30+ years old--maybe she'll last a little longer if y'all (read: sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, etc society) don't eff around tryna make her life even harder! But AMC's deliberately cutting Claudia's life in half, compared to the books, cuz misogynoir's real and Claudia gets NOTHING out of vampirism, not even a fair chance. And y'all let her into the coven KNOWING how much she loves y'all, and KNOWING y'all were gonna kill her. EFF THIS WHOLE COVEN, ARMAND INCLUDED. (Lemme calm down--this kind of betrayal is exactly how Lestat must've felt in S01E07; I get it; they're getting a taste of their own medicine. But LESTAT EFFING HAD IT COMING. The coven should've just told them: y'all got til sunrise to GTFO our territory, you're not welcome here. This whole bit's unnecessary.)

THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING

SKILL ISSUE. Cuz Louis' got the least power, and he's finna clear that whole bish out in just a couple episodes. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Louis, love, ARMAND DON'T GIVE A EFF ABOUT RAISING SOME OTHER MAN'S OFFSPRING. This is the call of the wild, as Alphas KILL the children their stolen Omega brides had for other Alphas/Betas, so he can restart the gene pool with HIS DNA instead. I know y'all had National Geographic back then already--READ A BOOK, Louis, it's what you're best at.

Incredible. After all of that Louis said Lestat never broke him. BENT BUT NEVER BROKEN, that's right! 💪😤

Boy, we're not talking about some little (unrequited) CRUSH over a man you only knew for a few months (which you've CLEARLY not gotten over yet). Louis was MARRIED to the man for 30 YEARS. This is his MAKER. Lestat knew his whole family; went to the Black cookouts and everything! They literally built a home AND business together! They raised a child together! WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?

And that's LESTAT'S DAUGHTER TOO--how much can you possibly love EITHER of them while planning to knock her off!? I can't listen to too much more of this. *hands Louis the torch and scythe*

Beautiful end of this STACKED episode. Incredible work, AMC! Jacob acted his PANTS off; he excels at the trembling voice, agonized facial expressions, and utter mental breakdowns. He's pulling DEEP within him, holy god; it's so raw, it's almost hard to watch. EMMY WHEN?!

#interview with the vampire #loumand #the vampire armand #iwtv tvc metas #must see tv #the hype is real #the feels #THE FEELS I TELL YOU

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allthingscestlavie · 7 years ago

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Here you go you terrible enablers. It’s not quite slash but it could be seen as the start of it XD

(I’ve been writing so much for the TW fandom lately that it was surprisingly awkward to get back into HP, but I think it smoothed out in the end.)

Summary: In which Bill dies and somehow gets stuffed into another him, in another universe. He doesn’t mind so much when he realizes everything is just better in this new world, and, well, he was killed. He deserves a nice next life without feeling guilty about dying, doesn’t he? So he goes through school, works his way to master curse-breaker again – much faster this time, and he’s lauded as a genius in his field – because he loved what he did and still does. Years later, he comes back from abroad and meets his youngest brother’s new runes-prodigy friend. He takes one look at one of Hadrian Evans’ ward schemes and just knows.

“‘Hadrian Evans’? Seriously?” is the first thing he demands, because it’s also the only thing in his head aside from wondering if he’s more thrilled that he might be right in his assumption or more afraid that he might be wrong.

Hadrian slowly straightens from where he was bent over the runes he’s been linking up. He turns to look at Bill, brow crinkling in confusion. “What?” He glances down at the half-finished ward scheme, worry creeping into his expression as he begins checking over his work. “Did I get something wrong?”

Something like relief loosens the knot in Bill’s chest, because Harry always did this too, no matter how many people – Bill included – marvelled at the sheer speed and ease with which the then-teenager picked up runes, Harry always seemed to maintain the odd notion that Bill would always be better, which meant that whenever Bill asked a question even remotely related to their ward designs, Harry always assumed it was because he’d made a mistake.

Of course, this time could just be a coincidence – Ron’s probably told Hadrian about his curse-breaker brother, and Hadrian might think Bill caught something he didn’t, but-

“Where?” Hadrian asks next, and the way he scans his work, fingers tracing the lines without actually touching the ink, is exactly the same. For Merlin’s sake, he even looks like Harry Potter, everyone’s noticed, even Ron’s mentioned it-

“Your version here is an absolute git,” Bill says without actually meaning to, but he’s a Gryffindor at heart, never one to beat around the bush, and now that he’s sure – mostly sure – that this is his Harry, the Harry he knows and trained and fought beside, a part of the past he’s missed like a chopped off limb despite how much better his new life has been compared to a war-torn world, all he can think to do is measure his Harry to the one born in this universe and find the latter terribly lacking.

Harry – Hadrian, whatever – freezes, back still turned to Bill. When he finally does turn around, his eyes have brightened to that eerie Avada Kedavra green, unblinking and entirely focused like nothing else matters.

Bill’s seen that look before too, usually right before Harry stormed out onto the battlefield and tore his way through Death Eater ranks like he knew no fear.

“Bill,” Harry- Hadrian says at last, and for all that it doesn’t come out sounding like a question, there’s a wealth of disbelief underscoring his voice. “What did you just- That’s impossible.”

Bill releases a bark of laughter, and it sounds slightly hysterical even to his own ears. “Considering we’re both here and alive, I don’t think impossible is a word either of us should use.”

For a moment longer, Harry- Hadrian remains so still that it looks like he isn’t breathing, but a blink and a shaky exhale later, Bill staggers back and loses his footing as another body slams full-tilt into his, and they go arse over teakettle onto the floor with startled twin shouts.

Bill curses when his head cracks against the leg of a chair, but that doesn’t stop him from throwing an arm around Harry and clutching back just as tightly as the white-knuckled grip on his shirt.

For a while, they just stay like that, Bill flat on his back, Harry huddled on top of him, and there’s been very few occasions in their lifetimes when he looked at Harry and thought fragile, even when the twins told him about cupboards and catflaps and brought to the Burrow a boy with a too thin face and too jaded eyes because there was almost always a constant kind of strength in him too, but this is definitely one of those times.

“…Did you die?” Bill finally asks into the silence. It’s the only question that makes it past his lips, rather than did we lose the war or how many of us were killed. It feels like the most important one to ask at this point.

Harry stiffens in his grasp. “You did,” He retorts, and he flings it out almost like an accusation, only to fall short and land in a confession steeped in guilt.

Bill heaves a sigh and thinks back to the vague, ghost-like sensation of having his entrails torn out and the wretched ring of Fleur’s scream in his ears. Those two things at least have always stayed with him, chasing him through his dreams and haunting his waking moments when he lets them. Sometimes, he remembers more, but mostly he tries not to.

Still, he curls fingers in the collar of Harry’s shirt and gives him a firm shake. “You better not have lived all these years blaming yourself, Harry.”

A distinctly remorseful silence follows him, and Bill sighs again. “You really need to learn to let these things go.”

Harry jerks up, hovering over Bill instead, a glare sharpening his expression. Neither of them lets the other pull away very far though, Harry still close enough that their knees knock together, Bill’s arm still draped over Harry’s deceptively thin shoulders.

“You don’t get to say that when you’re not the one left behind!”

Bill winces, then tightens his grip when Harry moves like he wants to get up. “Stop that. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Harry huffs and scowls furiously off to the side. Bill blinks at him. “You’re not going to cry on me, are you?”

He gets a dirty look for that one, but there’s no mistaking the momentary brightness in Harry’s eyes that has nothing to do with his magic surging up this time, or the similar wetness that stings Bill’s own eyes.

“Shut up,” Harry mutters, propping himself up by poking sharp elbows into Bill’s ribs, which hurts – ouch, you brat – but he also deflates, anger and sorrow receding, so Bill doesn’t call him out on it.

“I’m fifteen all over again,” Harry adds, sounding more than a little disgruntled. “Do you remember the angsty little twit I was when I was fifteen? This is an improvement.”

Bill snorts, amusement softening the desperation that snapped between them the moment they both realized who the other is. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. To be fair, you had plenty of reasons to angst. We did… quite a bit of a disservice to you that year, treating you like an unruly child and keeping every secret under the sun from you. Even when it was about you.”

Harry shrugs, and enough time has passed that it doesn’t seem to bother him anymore, but he also looks wistful in a way Bill recognizes from the mirror right after his mother called everyone down for dinner or his dad rambling about muggle things or his siblings getting under feet.

“He’s alive here,” Harry says abruptly. “Sirius. Almost everyone’s alive here.”

Bill can’t quite find the right words in response to that but he musters a bracing smile in the face of the sheer unfairness of it all, and he doesn’t tease when Harry’s forehead drops back onto his chest.

It’s another minute before he remembers. “Harry? You didn’t say. Did you di-”

Rapid footsteps interrupt them, and before either of them can even think to move, Ron bursts into the library clutching a haphazard stack of parchment, hollering, “Hadrian! Fred and George said if I don’t ask you to-”

He chokes on the rest of whatever he was going to say, almost tripping over his feet when he catches sight of his brother and friend… well, pretty much cuddling on the floor. Bill is man enough to admit it, and he finds himself more than a little amused as he watches Ron’s eyes go round, mouth hanging open and face flooding with colour until it clashes horribly with his hair, right to the tips of his ears.

“I- What- You-!” Ron splutters, and on top of Bill, Harry lets out a rusty chuckle, clearly finding their situation as humorous as Bill does.

“Sorry!” Ron finally squeaks before wheeling around and fleeing back out the door as if Ginny’s Bat-Bogies are after him. The door slams shut behind him but they can still hear him yelling at the twins, “Go look for him yourselves! I can’t find him! And I definitely can’t see him!”

“…Subtle,” Harry remarks, finally rolling out of Bill’s lax grip to let them both up.

“Ron? Oh, always,” Bill sighs ruefully, raking a hand through his hair before clambering to his feet and giving Harry a hand up. “Looks like you’re needed elsewhere.” He pauses. “Could we talk later? I know it’s hard for you but…”

Harry offers a lopsided smile that’s mostly genuine if also a little tired. “Of course. You… You should know. Anything you want.”

Bill manages a smile in return, one that turns into a small grin when he reaches out to ruffle Harry’s hair and gets an automatic irritated hiss in return. He watches the younger wizard leave before turning back to the ward scheme laid out on the table. Even only half-done, the thought and detail that have gone into it are…

Perfect, as always, Bill thinks fondly before reaching for the quill to finish the rest of it.

#hadrian evans #bill weasley #bill x hadrian #fanfic #cywscross #ron weasley #c'est la vie #might come back to title this later if i write more parts for it #bill/hadrian reincarnation

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tmntreasures · 7 years ago

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Honor Among Thieves Ch.11

Note: It’s a long one, so I’m putting the rest under “Keep Reading” so it doesn’t clutter up your dash! XD Enjoy!

Up on the surface, Aida was busy getting breakfast cooked for her siblings and Bonnie as well as packing their lunches. She would scoff sometimes before picking up trash and throwing it away, cursing in Spanish under breath as she did. As she rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something edible to cook, she spoke up. "So Bonnie. Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope! And thank gawd!" She said dramatically. "I don't think I could handle this." She leaned gestured at the table; which had an assortment of food and storage containers strewn about it.

Aida smirked and took out a handful of eggs and milk, setting them down as gently as she could. "Oh please, you wouldn't have to deal with it," She wiggled a finger at her and teased, "You nanny would~."

At that moment, the older brother Orlan, slumped lazily down the stairs. He only had a baggy t-shirt and boxers on and tousled, curly black hair on his head. He had not noticed Bonnie yet as he yawned and found his way into the kitchen. As if like clockwork, he sat down in a chair in front of the kitchen table and rested his head in his hand.

"Buenos diaaaas!" Aida cooed at him before slamming her hand on the counter.

The noise jolted the boy awake enough for him to grumble, "Por qué estás tan molesto por la mañana?" He did a double take when his eyes finally caught sight of Bonnie and all he could do was stare at her. Eventually he blinked and looked at his sister. "Oye. Por qué hay una prostituta en nuestra casa?"

"Oye!" Aida hissed at him, waving the milk carton in his direction. "No insulte a nuestros huéspedes!" She straightened her back and huffed at him. "Además, ella es mi amiga."

"Alright, if ya'll are gonna be speaking Spanish the whole time, I'm outtie." Bonnie held up her hands, and then pointed to the boy. "Also, I'm not a prostitute. If anything, I'd be an escort... They get paid more." She put a hand to her chest.

Orlan rolled his eyes, but just as he was about to open his mouth, the front door opened. The smell of greasy food wafted through the house and a man dressed in a restaurant uniform hopped into the kitchen. "Who wants some PANCAAAAKES~?" He held up four large plastic bags, presumably full of pancakes, and smiled; but it couldn't compare to the smile on Aida's.

"Papa!" She cried and hugged his neck. The grown man was the same height as her with peppered hair on his head. A few tattoos peered out from under his sleeves, but it was nothing discernible. She pulled away eventually and stared in shock. "You're home early!" She said, moving so he could set the bags down.

"Yeah," He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "There was supposed to be this big birthday party, right? But when we got half-way done, someone had a heart attack. So everyone left before eating their food. So not only did Boss-Man let me go early~," He grinned as he took a bunch of to-go boxes out of the bags. "He let me bring home some of the unserved food!"

Bonnie's eyes widened when the man burst through the front door, but she stayed silent and even took a couple steps backwards.

Orlan stood up and grumbled, "I'll go get the others up." He stomped up the stairs, clearly upset about his father being so happy.

Aida's father ignored it and jumped when he finally saw Bonnie. "Oh shit! I didn't see you there!" He chuckled and held a hand out to her. "I'm Bruno. You must be..." He laughed and shook his head, "I hope you're Aida's friend." He turned to his daughter and shook his head, "If Orlan or Montae brought a girl like this home...phew! They're doing better than I was when I was their age!"

She smacked his arm and cringed, "Papa! That's gross! Of course she's my friend!"

Bonnie hesitantly shook his hand. "Bonnita Jefferson." She murmured.

Bruno shook her hand and nodded, "Good to meet you Bonnita!" He moved out of the way and gestured to the left overs. "Please! Help yourself!"

"Papa!" The twins hollered as they came running down the stairs, smiling.

He embraced the two little ones and began asking them questions about school and their friends. When Montae came down, he gave the boy and strong hug, asking him all the same questions. He even hugged Orlan once he was in reach, but the older boy did not return the gesture.

Once all of the siblings had gotten food, Aida began to pick at a pancake before finally popping a piece in her mouth. Bruno looked at her and asked, "So, what's new with you? I see the place hasn't burned down yet."

"She's a side-kick!" Riqui answered for her around a mouthful of pancakes.

"A side-kick?" Bruno echoed, looking at his youngest child in disbelief.

"To super-heroes. Duh!" Rosa explained before shoving a mouthful of pastry in her mouth.

The look her father gave her made Aida's blood run cold. She laughed and tried to come up with a cover. "Not really," She whispered so the twins wouldn't hear. "I'm just...working a lot. It's how I met Bonnie," She gestured to the girl, hoping she could help her out in her lie.

Bonnie perked up and was at a loss for words for a few seconds. "Uh… Yeah. She's my apprentice at a..uh.. Piercing parlor." She spat out and fiddled with her earrings nervously.

"Piercings?" Her father gave her an incredulous look.

"Don't give me that!" Aida pointed to his arm. "You have tattoos! Those are a lifetime, I can at least take out a piercing." She argued.

He made a noise and waved her off. "Yeah well...just don't pierce any dicks. Okay?"

"Papaaa!" Aida whined again. "I'm not gonna do that!"

Bonnie laughed a little. "Don't worry. We haven't got any takers for that yet."

He sighed in relief and smiled. "Oh good!" He paused for a second and pointed at the two boys at the table. "Don't let them get anything either."

Aida smiled, "We won't. I promise."

Bruno patted her back and caught a glimpse of the time on the microwave. He clicked his tongue and frowned. "I gotta get rested for my next shift. Make sure they all go to school, okay?" He pointed to the group at the table before kissing her head. He walked over to his other children and kissed them good-night as well before heading upstairs.

Aida frowned a bit and began to hand out their lunches, slowly ushering them out the door so they could make it to school on time. When they were all gone, Aida sighed and leaned against the counter. "Dios mio. I wasn't expecting my dad to show up..." She sniffed at herself and frowned. "At least he didn't say anything about the smell."

"He seems..." Bonnie paused in thought. "Cool?" She shrugged. "No. Really cool." She nodded. "My dad would've never let me get a job at a piercing parlor.”

"I think he's just happy I 'have' a job," She made air-quotes. "Thanks for covering for me by the way. I kinda panicked when the twins began nagging at me." She paused for a second and looked at Bonnie. "I mean, it's kinda true, right?"

Bonnie huffed. "Cept you might be out of a job here soon." She shifted her weight from one leg to another. "We me being chipped…” She paused and furrowed her brows angrily. “It’s gonna be hard pulling anything with them watching.”

She cursed in Spanish and looked around. She grabbed a plastic bag and dipped underneath the cabinets, shoving different types of cleaning supplies inside the bag, including multiple scrubbers. She tied the handles together and sighed. "Alright, let's go back before they get too pissy."

Before the girls returned to the lair, they did as they said they would and stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few essentials, along with other ingredients to make a meal that wasn't pizza. When they returned, they found the lair was unusually quiet.

Bonnie raised a curious brow and held up the grocery bags in the air. "Yo! We got strawberries!" She hollered out.

When there was no answer, Aida cringed. "Oh fuck...do you think they're trying to find us?" She set her bags down on a flat surface. "God damn it. There's no way they'd really think you'd run off, right?"

Bonnie hummed in thought and tapped a finger on her chin before hollering out again, "We got pizza!"

Like a moth to a flame, out came Michelangelo. "Yooo! Finally, you guys are back!" He strolled into the main room, but stopped and stared at them cautiously when he saw no pizza boxes. "Pi-zza?" His head cocked to the side.

"Nah." Bonnie shook her head.

"Aw what?" He groaned.

Aida huffed, keeping that trick in mind for if she ever needed to call them out of hiding. "Yeah, you guys are going to eat something decent for once." She pulled out a box of strawberries and tossed them onto the table. "Starting with some fruit."

He looked to the table, "Eugh, fruit? No."

"What are you, five years old?" Bonnie replied.

"The only good fruit is pineapple! And that's if it's on pizza!" He pointed.

Bonnie sighed and put the rest of the grocery bags on the table. "I knew this might happen sooo..." She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a small jar of nutella and a bottle of whipped cream.

"Oooh!" Mikey licked his lips. "Now you're talking my language!"

"Only a little bit." She gestured a small amount with her fingers.

Aida shook her head and pointed at him. "Bonnie and I will dish out the amount of nutella and whipped cream. So that means no squirting any in your mouth!"

"What are you, my moms?" He mocked and crossed his arms.

"Someone's gotta be. Ya boys are nasty, and unhealthy." Bonnie sat down on top of the table and grabbed a strawberry from its basket and squeezed a small amount of whip cream on it.

"Okay, just because I live in a sewer, doesn't mean I'm nasty." He held up a finger.

"We've never seen you bathe!" She stated.

"I sun bathe!" Mikey threw up his hands.

"When?! You never go out in the day time!" She argued back.

"The sewer gates! I lay under those sometimes and the sun peaks through…" He mumbled.

Aida began to walk behind him to check out his shell. "That's cool, but how can you get any sun if there's stuff blocking the light?" She began to scratch at some gunk and immediately regretted it. She stuck her tongue out in disgust and wiped away the crap on her shirt. "Yeah, that's it. You're gettin' scrubbed."

Mikey jerked around defensively when Aida scraped at his shell. "What? N-No! No I’m not!"

"Why not?" Bonnie asked.

"C-Cause!! I don't bathe with girls?" He turned back to Bonnie but kept looking back at Aida skeptically.

"Well that's fine cause we're not bathing with you. We're just bathing you." She popped the strawberry in her mouth.

Michelangelo stared at her wide eyed and blushed a bit at her words. The thought of two pretty girls rubbing him down actually sounded quite nice, but also incredibly frightening. He was a boy, a mutant turtle one at that; and a ninja who lived in the sewers. All of those components combined together made him reek, but he never noticed until he left the sewers, and even then it didn't matter much because the only ones smelling him smelled the same too! He was embarrassed at the idea of two pretty girls getting in between the crook and crevices of his shell.

"Nn-No.." He tried to say sternly but it came out weak. Bonnie returned his response with a glare.

Aida, however, gave him a sympathetic smile. "It'll be fiiiine, Mikey," She patted his arm. There had been times when her siblings would be scared of doing something and one of two ways always seemed to work: To be very supportive, kind, and understanding. Or be the embodiment of everything they feared.

Since this seemed like the first time the mutant had even heard of 'soap', she decided the nice route would be the best one to go for first. "Besides, you'll probably feel a lot better."

"Yeah, and April will like you a lot more once you're all clean." Bonnie said nonchalantly and topped off another strawberry with whip cream.

Aida paused at the comment and thought about it for a second. She had wanted to do this to help the boys out but now that she was reminded of the reporter, she wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure why the idea of April admiring their work miffed her so much; maybe it had been her attitude. Whatever it was, it had really pissed the Latina girl off.

She nodded her head curtly and walked off the get the supplies. "Mmhmm. Sure will," She muttered.

"Mmm..." Mikey hummed, still uncertain.

"Ugh!" Bonnie groaned and threw up her hands. "I'll buy you a damn pizza if you take a bath!"

"Mmm-Okay!" He perked up and smiled.

Bonnie sighed and held out her hand with the strawberry in it. "Now eat this." She demanded.

Michelangelo reluctantly took the strawberry, but was pleasantly surprised once he popped it in his mouth. "Yooo!" He grinned.

"Fucking see!! Good food exists that's not pizza!" She smiled, a little proud.

Aida watched him eat it and was happy he liked it, but she clicked her tongue. "Eh. Not nearly as cute as I thought it would be," She said as she walked over to them. "Betcha we'll have better luck with Raphael."

“Yo, Raph aint getting none of these." Mikey said as he picked up the basket and continued shoving strawberries in his mouth.

What should've took the girls maybe twenty-five minutes, ended up turning into a good fourty-five minutes of wrestling with Mikey. When they first touched his shell with a scrub brush, he immediately became defensive again and it took them several minutes to persuade him again. Lots of gunk and muk came off the back of him, and no one enjoyed it. The girls gagged and dry heaved multiple times but the finally came to a finishing point where Michelangelo could get the rest off himself. He left the main lair to their shower to take a quick rinse.

When he returned, he was rubbing a towel over his head. He let out a relaxed sigh. "You knnow what?" He paused. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was gonna be." He looked up with a grin, and revealed that he wasn't wearing his orange mask.

Bonnie eyes grew wide when she noticed he wasn't wearing his mask and her body even tensed a little.

Seeing him without the bright orange mask made Aida's eyes go wide with surprise. "Woah!" She exclaimed. "You took your mask off?"

"Well yeah." Mikey replied. "If I'm gonna be all fresh and clean, that needs to get cleaned too. So I threw it in the wash." He shrugged.

“Yo, you need to put that back on, right now." Bonnie ordered.

Mikey furrowed his brows and snorted. "Why?"

"Cause!--It's like-" She fumbled for words. "It's like you're naked!"

Mikey clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "You just bathed me!"

"But you still had most of your stuff on!" Aida argued, taking Bonnie's side. It was so weird just how much of an impact one tiny piece of cloth had. She never would have guessed seeing him without the mask would be so jarring. Then again, it was also unexpected. "Also, please tell me this isn't your first time using that shower you never told us about!"

Mikey let out an aggravated sigh. "Of course not! But I'm not human like you guys! Taking a shower every day is not essential for us like it is for you."

"So when do you use it then?" Bonnie asked.

"When we get covered in gunk... or blood." He mumbled and shrugged lightly. He pulled down the towel and it hung on his shoulders.

Bonnie shuddered when she took a good look at him again. "It's just-- weird! You look like a different person-thing-turtle..."She trailed off.

Mikey huffed and made his way over to the fridge. "We'll you guys are gonna have deal! It has to dry, and this is kind of your fault anyways!" He pulled out a jug of milk and drank straight from the bottle.

There was a smile creeping over Aida's face until she finally began to giggle. It did not hit her until now just how human-like the turtles were. Bathing, washing clothes, drinking straight from the jug like her own brothers do. They weren't just giant mutants that lurked in the sewers to her anymore. These guys were real and did real things that regular people did.

The fact made her heart race a little and that was what made her panic. She shook the feeling away quickly and retorted. "Well pardon us for lookin' out for you," she said halfheartedly, not meaning anything aggressive by it. She looked at Bonnie and asked, "Who do you think we should do next? Raph or Donnie?"

Mikey wiped his mouth and let out a loud laugh. "Hah! Good luck trying to convince either of them! They both hate being touched! Donnie is all OCD, and Raph is--- Well, Raph!" He shrugged again.

Bonnie tapped on her lower bottom lip in thought. She hummed. "Maybe if we can convince Leo, the others will just fall in line. Though I'm sure he's going to be reluctant too. Especially with me being in the situation." She mumbled.

Aida smirked and nudged her arm. "That's okay. I'll just use some of those moves his taught me on him." She squatted down and looked ready to tackle an imaginary opponent. "Or get him on his back. He still struggles a little," She grinned and made a shrinking motion with her fingers.

“Where are the others?" Bonnie snapped to Michelangelo.

Mikeys brows perked and his expression turned sour. His shoulders slumped and he looked to the floor. "We all..." He stopped, having to think about what to say and how to say it. "Went our separate ways for today."

Aida frowned and crossed her arms. It sounded like they got into a fight and she was afraid of the reason. "Was because Bonnie came with me?" She asked, feeling a pang of guilt. She didn't think she would have to ask permission to take the girl with her. After all, Bonnie had been down in the sewers for days, it was only natural she wanted to go to the surface for a couple of hours.

"No..." He mustered out, but clenched his lips shut afterwards.

Bonnie leaned her head to the side and raised a brow. She wanted to know what was up, especially since she'd be staying down in the lair for the next few days. She leaned over and rest her elbows on her knees. "It must suck..." She started.

Michelangelo looked up at her confused.

"I don't have siblings, but even if I did, I could get away from them and interact with other people." She continued. "You guys only have each other and you're stuck down here. It probably make you guys go crazy from time to time?" She smiled sympathetically.

Michelangelo frowned and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Way to hit the nail right on its head." He sighed.

The idea never struck Aida until now. The air would no doubt be tense when the others arrived, especially since it sounded like none of them had made up for whatever had happened. However, she never got to experience that for herself with her own siblings. She was the one constantly being responsible for them and always had to be the bigger person in any situation. It wouldn't matter who was in the wrong, she had to be strong and clear-minded for her siblings so they would, hopefully, go by her example.

She chewed the inside of her cheek in thought and tapped her arm with her finger. "I'm kind of jealous though," She finally spoke up, sitting down next to Bonnie. "I mean, I have to act like a mom to my siblings. I kinda wish I could act a little immature around them, or joke around, or even get into silly fights with them." She giggled a bit. "But you guys got a good thing going. I know it sucks but...you guys have each other."

Yeah..." He continued to look down, and kicked lightly at some trash on the floor.

It was at that moment that Leonardo returned to the lair. He sauntered in, first noticing the girls, then his unmasked brother. He stopped in his tracks and stared at him confused. His nostrils flared when he noticed a different scent coming off him, and found that he looked unusually pristine. He glanced back and forth between the turtle and the girls with a concerned look on his face. "Whaaat happened here?" He asked.

Aida looked over her shoulder, "We cleaned him!" She held up a bottle of cleaner and a scrubby before shaking them lightly. "And you guys are next!"

Raphael heard what the Latina said as he walked in. "No thanks," He laughed. "It took forever just to get this kanji on my shell," He showed them the big red mark on his back. "I'm not about to let you two ruin it."

Donatello walked in and stopped dead in his tracks once the smell hit him. "Woah! That is citrus!" He sniffled and shook his head in an attempt to stop his eyes from watering. When he saw the unmasked Michelangelo and the girls, he put two-and-two together and asked, "How did you manage to keep him still for that?"

Bonnie looked over her shoulder and at Donatello. "I promised him pizza."

"Whiiiich, I have yet to have any!" Mikey jumped in and held up a finger.

She turned her head back forward and shrugged. "I lied." She grinned mischievously.

“Besdies," Aida added and pointed. "You had that whole box of strawberries."

Donatello's glasses raised when his eyes widened. "Wait, you guys brought down fruit?"

She turned to him and nodded, "Yeah. We figured you guys should try something healthy for once." She walked over to a grocery bag and pulled out another box of the little red fruits. "You want some?" She offered.

The lean turtle seemed to hesitate for a second before opening the box and taking one. He took a bite out of the little fruit and moaned. "They're better than I thought!" He grinned.

Bonnie dug into one of the boxes and pulled out another strawberry; this time she coated it with nutella. She held it up and out to Raphael. "How about you big boy? You look like a turtle who like's chocolate? But then again, who doesn't like chocolate?" She winked at him

He could feel his brothers' eyes on him as they waited to see what he would do. His cheeks became the color of his bandanna as he stared at the girl and the piece of food in her fingers. There's no way she was doing this on purpose right? Especially not after what happened last time she teased him. It was then that Leonardo's lecture rang in his head and he felt silly. Of course she wasn't being provocative; he was a giant, green, mutant turtle. The type of guys she like were human. So he decided to mess with her. With a frown he said in as serious of a tone he could muster, "Yeah if I wanna kill myself. Chocolate's the worst thing we could have!"

Bonnie's brows perked and she sat up a little. She knew that dogs were allergic to chocolate but turtles too? She wasn't a Zoologist or anything like that, and he was the animal, so if he said so then it must've been true. "O-Oh.. Well, we have wipped cream instead?" She reached behind her and picked up the canister.

He snorted and snatched the chocolate covered fruit from her hand while she was turned away. "Nah, I was just messin' with ya." He popped it in his mouth and nodded. "Pizzas still better."

Bonnie furrowed her brows at him and puckered her lips. "Yeah well, I'm sick of pizza." She crossed her arms and mumbled.

Michelangelo slapped the sides of his face and gasped loudly. "Get out of this house-er.. Lair!" He pointed.

"It's so greasy! It makes my stomach hurt after having it three days in a row!" She argued.

"The grease is the best part!" Mikey threw down his hands.

Aida nodded in agreement with Bonnie. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate you guys feeding me but...Bonnie has a point."

While the others were talking, Leonardo was quietly examining the situation. He stared at his youngest brother and thought about the chore the two girls performed on him. He could now see the intricate details and patterns in his shell, whereas before it was just covered in muk. He had to think hard on the last time he had cleaned off his shell. It had been a while because of all the stuff they were currently dealing with; patrolling, vigilante work, and just recently saving New York from the Technodrone. He didn't have much time to worry about it, and honestly no one else seemed to notice or care. Plus, it was a time consuming and difficult to deal with when he had to do it on his own.

He looked at the two girls, and then to the cleaning supplies. He hummed in thought for a few seconds before speaking up. "So, have you decided on who's going next?" He asked.

Bonnie looked to him confused. "Uh... No not really. We figured you guys were going to put up a fight and we'd just have to… wrestle one of you down."

"I'll go if they don't want to." Leo nodded at his two other brothers. Both Bonnie's and Michelangelo's mouth fell open in complete utter shock.

Aida was in shock as well but was happy to hear someone was willing to go for it. "Is this a trick so you can get back at me for tackling you down?" She asked him cautiously. She had figured the leader would at least argue against it, or at least insist he do it himself.

Leo let out a small laugh. "No. I just figured..." He looked to the side. "If we're going to be protecting you, and housing you… Might as well get something out of it." He looked back to them with a wide grin.

Raphael rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue at him. "You've been reading from that dirty book again haven't you?"

Aida grinned and gave Leonardo a look. "A dirty book huh? I didn't think you'd be the type."

"Oooh yeah. He's the type," Donatello teased and chuckled.

Leo's eyes widened and his cheeks blushed a bright red. "Th-They're not dirty!" He snapped. "They're eloquently told stories that sometimes involve romance!" He looked away again.

"Does it involve the shocker?" Bonnie asked.

Leo cocked his head, "The shocker?"

This time Bonnie blushed, but also smiled. "You'll learn when you're older." She mumbled and waved him off.

The Latina girl giggled and looked at Bonnie, "Even I know that one..." She returned her attention to Leonardo and gestured for him to follow. "Well, if you really want to go, then let's go!" She looked at the remaining two brothers and pointed between them. "And while we're busy, you two figure out who's going next."

Raphael snorted and crossed his arms. "I already said I ain't goin' unless you're gonna paint the kanji back on."

"Yeaaaah...I like the way my shell is. It helps me think," Donatello cringed.

"I told you they weren't gonna let you touch them!" Mikey added.

"Fine, be dirty then." Bonnie replied, and hopped down from the table. "Though this time, I'm changing." She said and then pulled her hoodie off along with her pants, leaving her only in her tanktop and boy shorts underwear.

Mikey's eyes widened. "Whooa, what?! I didn't get this kind of treatment!"

Bonnie looked over to him with an annoyed glared. "Pipe down shorty... You were the test run, and with all the crud that came off you, I'm betting this guy is going to be worse." She pointed to Leo with a thumb. "I'm might as well try to save my clothes unless you guys wanna take me back up to the top again to get some more?" She raised a brow.

Donatello stared at her in silence for a moment and shrugged. "Well, it's a little late right now. But uh, I think I'll go next after Leo." He raised his hand and grinned.

Raphael snapped his attention to him and scowled. "You fuckin'...what happened to 'it helps me think better'?"

"Well, the smell might actually clear my mind. And the relief of extra weight might actually make me move faster!" He grinned and did some twisting stretches.

"Either way," Aida interjected and pointed at the biggest turtle. "Looks like you're going last."

He glared down at the girl before catching a quick look at Bonnie. It would be pretty nice to have someone else clean him instead of him struggling to do it himself. Besides, his muscles were feeling rather tense. Eventually he groaned loudly and whined. "Fiiiiine!"

Mikey couldn't help but steal a few looks from Bonnie, but his eyes ended up wandering over to Aida. He wondered what kind of underwear she had on. Even though he had already got his bath, it would be nice to see her down in practically nothing too. He crossed his arms behind his head and looked elsewhere. "Sooo, what about you Aida? You're probably gonna want to take off your clothes too. Leo trains relentlessly, so there's definitely gonna be a lot of gunk coming off him."

Leonardo huffed as he began removing all the accessories off his shell. "I clean my shell, way more than you do."

She blushed at his comment, and instead of coming up with something snarky, she shook her head, "Nah. I-I'm good." Granted, it would be a good idea to go down to her underwear...if she had any on. This morning she had been in a bit of a rush, so she hadn't bothered to grab her underwear from the drying rack she had set up in her room. Not to mention she had dealt with the twins as infants so she was used to getting crap, both literal and metaphorical, on her clothes.

However, Raphael chuckled and teased. "Sounds like someone's hidin' somethin'~."

"Yeah, my boobs!" She retorted and grabbed her chest briefly before snapping at Leonardo. "Mover la tortuga más rápido."

Mikey laughed awkwardly, and sat down at the table. He hid his disappointment by stuffing his mouth with food.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm going!" Leonardo replied, understanding exactly what the Latina had said. Once everything was removed from his shell, the two girls got to work. Again, lots of grime and filth came off the turtles shell, but this time they went in prepared with gloves, and surgical masks. The girls scrubbed away hard at the blue turtles shell, but he wasn't as disturbed by it as the orange one was. In fact, about twenty minutes in, the turtle stretched out on the floor, laying on his stomach and rested his head on his arms with a smile on his face. The other three turtles, stared at their leader in bewilderment. They had never seen him so relaxed before. Once Bonnie and Aida were finished, Leo retreated to the shower.

Bonnie sat up from the floor on her knees and let out a tired sigh. She could scale buildings, leap from roof top, to roof top, and run a mile under a minute easily, but her body wasn't used to this kind of physical work. This must've been how her nanny at home felt after a long day of work. She thought. She looked over to Aida, "You think you got the rest? My back is starting to ache and I kind of want to shower too..."

Aida stretched her stiff arms, but there was a smile on her face. It was oddly satisfying seeing the intricate patterns reveal themselves after scrubbing away the caked layers of dirt and gunk. "Yeah! I just need to stretch a little bit first, but go ahead and send Donatello."

Donatello was chatting with his brothers in a hushed tone, still amazed at what he saw. "I've never seen Leo relax before. Mikey were they really that good?"

Mikey frowned and shrugged. "I don't know... I didn't really enjoy how the bristles felt again my shell, but it was just nice having someone else clean it out."

Bonnie walked up behind Donatello and grabbed ahold of his bandanna tails. She gave them two tugs and said, "You're up."

Donatello made a surprised yelp before reaching back to readjust the two tails. "Alright. Wish me luck!" He added as he waved to his brothers before following Bonnie. He began to take his gadgets off first, placing them gently on a ledge out of harm's reach. "Sooo...how'd it go with Leo?" He tried to make small talk, already feeling awkward and naked in front of the girls.

"He was good," Aida answered as she rinsed off her gloves. "He stayed still, thankfully."

“Alright, have fun!" Bonnie patted Donatello’s shoulder before walking off in another direction.

He watched her leave and stammered a bit. "Ah! W-wait! Aren't you both doing it?"

"Just me for now," Aida snapped the gloves on. "Her back's not used to getting down and dirty," she grinned and made a circular gesture with her finger. "Turn around!"

Raphael saw Bonnie leave and hollered after her. "Hey! You slackin' or somethin'?"

"I only signed up for part-time! My shift is up!" She hollered back and jumped on the couch. She laid back on the cushions, crossing her arms behind her head, and crossing her legs. She let out a relaxed sigh, and bobbed a foot waiting for her turn to get in the shower.

"In that case..." Raphael plopped down next to her and crossed his arms. "I'm cancelling my appointment."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. She glared up at the turtle and huffed. "Why are you like this?"

"What?" He sounded offended and looked over at her. "I didn't even want it in the first place anyway."

"Well maybe it's not always about what you want. Maybe it's about what you need!" She said through clenched teeth and kicked at his side repeatedly, trying to nudge him off the couch.

Her kicks did nothing except make him chortle. "What I need is some rest and relaxation," he groaned and stretched before getting an idea. "So, if you don't mind..." He began to lay down, making sure to put all of his weight against her. "I think I'll lay down riiiight here."

Her eyes widened when the turtle began to descend on her. Instinctively, she propped her feet up against his side and tried to push him back off of her. "What? No! You go somewhere else!" She hissed.

He grinned and just kept going, careful not to put too much pressure on her. "Mmmm...nah. If you're not gonna be a cleaning, then you're gonna be a pillow!"

"I'm not-" Bonnie grunted in between words, desperately trying to push him off of her. "Soft!" She gave up and rolled out from underneath him. She had fallen off the couch a little faster than she could react, and smacked face first into the cement flooring.

Raphael quickly sat up and looked down at her. "Oh shit! Bonnie, you okay?" He knelt by her side and tried to lighten the mood. "Geez, if you keep getting hurt whenever I'm around, they might start calling me Chris Brown!"

She let out and aggravated groan as she lifted her head. "No! I am not okay! " She suddenly jumped up onto her feet. He nose was scuffed, but not bleeding like the last time he hit her, however she was fuming. She breathed hard and glared at him. "Just, leave me alone okay?!" She yelled, and stomped off in the direction of the shower.

A girlish shriek came from the shower room, and seconds later Leonardo was chased out of the room by the girl. He had nothing on, but a towel wrapped around his waist. He stared out into nothing with narrowed eyes out of annoyance. "So much for relaxation.." He mumbled before heading off to his room to get some clothes.

Raphael growled and got up. He was sick and tired of her attitude, especially since he had been trying his best to be nice. And she had stolen from them twice! In his mind, she had no right to get upset with him. He went up to the bathroom and yanked the door open. "Well, sorry for trying! I'll be sure to give you as much space as possible!" He didn't see anything when he popped his head into the room, but he made sure to slam the door close when he was done yelling. The giant turtle turned and left in a huff, unknowingly walking by Donatello and Aida.

The next thing he knew, he was completely drenched and his muscles tensed from the feeling of cold water covering his whole body. His lungs constricted and he gasped for air before finally turning around. The Latina girl had an empty bucket in her hands and a glare fixed on him. Donatello, of course, had a look of pure shock and made sure to point at the girl as to make sure his brother didn't direct any of his anger at him.

"You...! You...!" Raphael growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh I'm sorry, I meant to aim for your head. But I guess it's not as fat as you make it seem." She responded.

"Ooooh...I shoulda turned you both in to the cops when I had the chance!" He snarled at her, taking a step closer.

The adrenaline rushing through her veins gave Aida more fire in her words than she expected. "You need to chill the fuck out! She is trying to be good, okay?"

Raphael huffed and shrugged, "Oh, and I'm not? Every time I try to be nice to her, it backfires. So I'm done tryin'!"

"No, you just need to try harder," Aida snapped again. "She isn't a seasoned reporter who can just brush all of this off, okay? You have to be gentle." Before he could utter another word she gestured to him. "Now take your stuff off. I'm cleaning your shell once I'm done with Donnie."

"No way," He crossed his arms. "I'm definitely not letting you touch me."

"Oh just do it Raph," Donatello finally spoke up. "You're already soaked, just let her do it."

He gawked at his brother, "She dumped the bucket on me! I didn't ask for it!"

"Well you needed to cool off anyway," Aida muttered and continued to scrub at Donatello's shell.

Bonnie was a bit surprised when Raphael had followed after her, but rage bubbled up again once he had yelled and slammed the door shut. She snarled and balled her fist. She wanted to punch something so badly, but didn't want to risk hurting herself or breaking anything, so instead she grasped onto the bathroom sink tightly and pushed down on it as if her force could bend it; it did not.

After a couple of deep breaths, she finally simmered down. She sighed and sat down on the lid of the toilet. She thought back on the situation, and realized that he was trying to be playful, but this was the second?-no third time he had hurt her. She then thought about how he probably didn't know his own strength and how he probably wasn't used to being around girls. There was April, but for some reason she had the sense that she wasn't the coziest with them. She rubbed at her nose and quickly jerked back when it responded with a burning pain.

Bitterness got the best of her, and she let out a loud huff.

She was not going to apologize. If anything, he owed her an apology. After all, she was just trying to sit back and relax after doing some tasking chores. She began to ponder on ways she could get her revenge on the big turtle and then an idea popped into her head. The best weapon for revenge, was tears, and boys were too stupid to tell the difference between fake and real ones. She smirked a little and walked up to the door, locking it so no one else could enter before she faked wailing. Her cries echoing loud enough to be heard in the main room of the lair.

Mikey immediately popped up when her heard her cry and he looked to Aida concerned.

Aida had been in the middle scrubbing Raphael's shell when she heard the crying. Donatello raised his head away from the comic he was reading and frowned. "Wow. Good job Raph. You made a girl cry."

The guilt clenched his gut and he rubbed his face. "Oh for fuck's sake...." He grumbled. After letting Aida scrub him down, it gave him time to relax and think about what had occurred. Bonnie really had been trying, and even though it could have been avoided, there was a man hunting her down. He couldn't imagine how terrifying that must be.

Aida looked down at him asked in a motherly sounding tone. "What are you gonna do?"

He sighed, "Apologize..."

"For what?" Donatello asked, his eyes locked on the comic.

This time he growled. "For bein' a jerk." He gasped as the girl splashed cold water on his back without warning. He clenched and snapped, "Ya know, I'm pretty sure you used warm water on everybody else."

"You're the only one who needs to cool down," She answered and patted his ribbed shell. "Go. I'll finish you when you're done."

He frowned and got up, waddling slightly as his pants dripped with water. He stopped in front of the door and lifted a hand, tapping on the wood with his knuckles.

Bonnie's ear was pressed to the door before hand, and she jumped back when he knocked on it. She hesitated a second before clearing her throat. "What?" She snapped, purposely trying to sound extra annoyed.

"You decent?" He asked. "I need to tell ya somethin'. So either come out or let me in."

She unlocked the door and slightly nudged open. She held her body against it, not wanting to let him in, but he could definitely push through if he wanted to. "What do you want?" She sighed.

He chewed his lip for a bit and glanced down at her. He hesitated, hoping he wouldn't regret what he was about to say. "Look..." He paused and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," He leaned down and whispered.

"What’d you say?!" Donatello hollered at him from across the room.

Raphael snarled at him and waved him off. "Shut the fuck uP!" He hissed at his brother.

Bonnie was caught off guard by the apology; she was surprised that he gave in so quickly. The motion surprised her so much that she stumbled backwards and the door flew open. She gasped a little, but caught the door handle and quickly regained her composure. She cleared her throat again and looked up to the turtle. "Th-Thanks." She sputtered out before looking away and slowly closing the door in front of her.

He cringed when he saw her stumble. "God damn it!" He scolded himself and took a couple steps back. "Alright. I'm sorry for that too." He added.

"Be gentle!" Aida hollered her advice to him.

"Yeah! She’s fragile!" Donatello interjected.

Raphael shook his head at the two and huffed. "I swear I'm gonna get them back..." He growled and turned back to Bonnie. "Seriously though. I am sorry." He lowered his hands until they were at his sides, his body finally relaxing.

Bonnie smiled, feeling a little warmth in her heart for the turtle. He was actually being genuine about this. For the first time he was showing compassion towards her, instead of rage. Her gut twisted in guilt for tricking him, and she swallowed nervously. If there was a time for them to start over and try to get along, it was now. "It's okay," she leaned against the door again and fiddle with the knob. "Like I said before; I'm not that soft." She laughed a little and looked away again. "You're just the opposite... a little rough."

He thought about what Aida had told him about being gentle when she had been scrubbing his back. He had never really thought about it, since he hardly interacted with anyone who needed to be handled with care. After all, April didn't really hug them so they never thought about trying it out. He nodded, feeling a little confident on how to fix it. "Okay. I'll work on it." He paused and chuckled, "So that means no more kissing me, okay? Trust me, I won't turn into Prince Charming."

"It was one time, and you're the one who asked for it!" She laughed again.

Michelangelo looked up again from the game he was playing at the kitchen table when he heard Bonnie's genuine laughter. He looked to Donatello with a raised brow "Pigs must be flyin' cause Raph actually made a girl laugh! Quick, everyone place your bets on the lottery! This might be a sign!"

Donatello chuckled at his little brother and grinned at him. "I'll wait to see if it happens again. This might just be a fluke."

Aida smiled but whistled to get the big turtles attention. "You did good. Now get back here so I can finish you up. Your shell looks awkward as hell." She gestured for him to come back with a sponge in her hand.

He looked to the girl and then smiled at Bonnie. "Alright, now I know never to ask anything like that from you," He turned and walked away, feeling better that he was able to patch things up with the girl. Of course he didn't quite trust her with his life or anything of value just yet, but this was a start. He sat down and let Aida do her work, and as he was thinking, he turned to Donnie and asked. "Hey. We got any eggs?"

The purple clad turtle furrowed his brow, confused by the sudden question. "No. Why?"

"Just askin'." Raphael shrugged, now having a plan in his head.

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