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ever-eilish · 7 months ago

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Hey can you do a chishiya fic where the reader gets drunk and it became chaotic?? And chishiya is just there and 🤦‍♂️. That would be fun. Btw i like the other fic too.

Drunken questions

chishiya x fem!reader

after a few drinks, you finally get the courage to ask something very peculiar to the man who has been occupying your mind for a long time.

author's notes: I had lots of fun writing this, but sorry if this is not what you wanted!! thank you for requesting, and, once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy💓

warnings: drunk!reader and lots of fluff!

I don't know exactly how it happened. The only thing I remember is Kuina giving me some kind of "special drink", which she had made herself, and what was supposed to be one, ended up becoming two, and what was supposed to be two ended up becoming three, and now I've lost count of how many of these drinks I've had.

I was dancing to some bad music that was blaring from the hundreds of speakers on the beach, disturbing those trying to sleep, and I was having the best of the best days.

I've always been a party person; I always liked the energy of the crowd when certain songs came on, and in the real world, my favorite pastime was going to crappy bars that smelled like cheap beer and dancing to even crappier music. Well, at least I was living.

Living. Something I stopped doing the moment I arrived in this hell, but somehow, I felt like now I was living. I think the last time I felt so happy here on the beach was when Chishiya hugged me for the first time. I don't think any drink will be able to overcome the heat of his body close to mine.

The current song - which sounded like some terrible remix of some current pop song - ended, and the next song started, making the crowd scream in euphoria.

Before I can start dancing again, I feel a soft yet strong hand pull me off the dance floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I scream, without even trying to notice who owns the hand, and I try to free myself, but the grip around my arm is too strong.

"You've had enough for today." I heard a monotonous voice speak to me.

Oh, hi Chishiya.

"Hey, you can't pull me like that!" I shout back, as he continues pulling me to a quieter corner of the party.

Even though I'm against the idea, I let him lead me.

"How many drinks did you have? Shit, I told Kuina not to give you those things" he says, placing me in front of him, when he stopped walking and faced me in a random corner of the beach.

"I lost count," I say with a laugh. My words sound slurred, and I assume that, just maybe, I'm a little drunk.

Chishiya rolls his eyes, and I see him run his hands through his blonde hair, a clear sign of irritation.

I admit, it's strange to see the usually unflappable man looking so stressed.

"Come on, let's go to the room," he says, and he grabs my arm again, leading me towards his room.

What's his problem with pulling me?

"Aren't you even going to buy me a drink first?" I say teasingly.

The man doesn't respond at all, but I can see a small hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

The way to the room was complicated. I tripped over my own feet several times and staggered more than what was considered normal for a drunk person, causing Chishiya to have to stop and help me steady myself on the ground more than three times.

Damn, Kuina, what did you put in those drinks?

We arrive at the blonde man's room, and he immediately opens the door sits me on the bed, bends down, and starts taking off my shoes. He takes them off and leaves the pair of sneakers next to the bed.

"Calm down, handsome!" I say this as I feel him get up and start trying to take off the shirt I was wearing over my bikini.

He just gives me a angry look, and finally I let him take off my shirt.

He pushes me by the shoulders, making me lie down on the bed. Once I'm lying down, he covers me with a white blanket that smells like him.

It wasn't like it was the first time I slept in his room. I sleep in his room more than I sleep in mine, to be honest.

My relationship with Chishiya is confusing. We have affection for each other, an affection that is more than just friendly. I know he likes me; he just doesn't know it yet.

But I can feel the love overflowing when he cares about me and when he takes care of me. Exactly like he is doing now.

I can feel the love overflowing the moment that, when I arrive at the beach after yet another cruel game, I feel his arms around my body in a brief but very meaningful hug.

And finally, I can feel the love overflowing when he lets me sleep in his room. Even though he has never slept next to me, because even if I wanted to, I wouldn't dare ask him to sleep with me, I know that he feels something for me.

Maybe because of the drink, or maybe just because I want to, but all I know is that before I can think about my words, they escape my mouth.

"Stay with me?"

He, who was already turning to leave the room, turns back and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Please, say yes.

Without saying anything, he just takes off his sneakers and lies down silently next to me.

We lay there, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes.

The drink really gave me more courage, because the only thing I know now is that I turned onto my side and laid my head on Chishiya's chest.

I feel his whole body tense, and for a moment I fear I’ve done something wrong.

But, in the next second, his body relaxes, and he brings his right hand up, lightly stroking my head.

My eyes feel increasingly heavy, and I can feel myself drifting into a light, dreamless sleep.

Even though, the next morning, when I wake up with a dull headache and a dry mouth, Chishiya is no longer by my side, I notice that the furniture next to the bed now contains a glass of water and headache medicine.

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highlordofkrypton · 3 months ago

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ACOTAR Omegaverse Week // Day 1 - Nesting

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

SUMMARY: Tamlin's things have been going missing from his manor in the Spring Court. More specifically, all the clothes Rhysand has gifted him are disappearing one by one. It's time for him to get to the bottom of this mystery.

PAIRING: Alpha Tamlin x Omega Rhysand

TAGS: General Audiences, fluff, light angst, nesting, no smut

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ahhh, my very first entry to @acotar-omegaverse-week! I've never written for Omegaverse before, so this is totally new to me. Hopefully, as the week goes on I get a better grasp of the universe. I hope you guys like it!

TAMLIN AND THE CURIOUS CASE OF UNGIVEN THINGS

That's strange… It was here just last night.

Tamlin stares at the plush velvet chair by his closet, the one where he tosses things that he is either far too lazy to put away in the separate room three feet away dedicated to his and his mate's clothes, or that he uses frequently enough that there is no point in putting it away. The shawl was made of white fur, purchased somewhere in the Winter Court—or so Rhysand told him.

He liked that shawl. It was nice to throw over his shoulder and run his hands through its softness, absent-minded, while working.

Perhaps it has been sent to cleaning.

The High Lord catches Alis, startling the little urisk who was puttering around the manor chasing chirping dustmites with her broom.

"My lord!" She straightens, as if she should never offend him with the sight of her… doing her work. Alis has old values, ones that Tamlin does not particularly adhere to.

"Good morning, Alis. Have you seen my shawl? The white one?" Tamlin describes it, holding his hands out to better show its size. "I would think it was sent to cleaning since it's not on my chair."

"No, no… I instructed the others not to touch anything on your chair unless you put it away for cleaning." Alis hums. It's better that way, so not to assume their lord was done using it when he still needs it. "Perhaps someone took it by accident. I hope it's not another sock elf."

"I thought we put out old clothes for them to steal instead of our laundry." Tamlin frowns. The sock-elves had stolen a sweater he rather liked, too.

"I thought so, too. I will look into this myself, my lord." Alis bows and shuffles away as quickly as she can without running.

Maybe he shouldn't kick up such a fuss. A new shawl can easily be bought, but he doesn't have the heart to tell Rhysand that he lost yet another gift from him. Come to think of it, Rhysand has been giving him a lot of things lately. Tamlin should give him something in return; he's been so busy with work, the gifts must have been a quiet way to ask for his attention.

Rhysand, much like the shawl, is nowhere to be found in the manor. He left a note on their beside table, a vague but trustworthy 'be back soon'. His absence gives Tamlin time to think of a way to shower him with the adoration he deserves, so he gathers a piece of hand-pressed parchment, a quill with gold ink and heads to his library to sit in his favourite chair—

"My chair is missing?"

Now this is ridiculous. It was an egg-shaped chair with a base made of marble and a very comfortable cushion. The chair was large enough to accommodate Tamlin both in his already massive Faerie form and in his beastly shape, should he want to curl up in something den-like.

"Your what?" Rhysand asks, popping his head into the library.

"My chair. My favourite chair. It's missing." Tamlin motions at the very empty spot in the very full library. There's even a circle on the ground of dust and discolouration where it used to be—that's how long it was there.

"Oh my," Rhysand says in muted concern. "This is a tragedy. Oh well, we'll just have to order a new one."

"I don't want to order a new one. I liked that one. Do you know how long it takes to get the cushions to fit you just right?" It also smells of him, his childhood, and it has all the memories that matter. "What if they don't make them exactly like that anymore?"

Tamlin huffs, trying not to pout. Oh, if the other Lords could see him now, sulking because he can't find his favourite egg-shaped chair.

Rhysand approaches him, reaching up to cup his cheek and caress it with his thumb. "I'm sure it'll be alright. I remember the exact dimensions. We'll get you a new one and break it in together?" He grins.

The thought of marking their territory and just basking in each other, erasing the scent of anyone else who's ever touched the chair makes him happy. Tamlin is a simple faerie; he asks for very little, and if Rhysand promised to cuddle him for all eternity and nothing else, he would be a very, very happy man.

Tamlin leans in, pressing a kiss against Rhysand's lips, smiling, and pulling him close. He moves to his neck, breathing in the scent of him and nipping at the skin there lightly. Humming, a very different kind of territorialism spurs in him.

"Wait, wait," Rhysand palms his chest, politely asking for distance. "I wanted to give you another gift."

The Night Prince steps back, opening a drawer encrusted in one of the ornate wooden bookshelves and pulls out a black box. He hands it to Tamlin.

"What… What is this for? Rhys, you're spoiling me. I should be begging for your forgiveness for being busy." Tamlin accepts the gift, but doesn't open it. "You should know," he starts, looking openly guilty. "I keep misplacing the things you've given me. I suspect we may have a sock-elf problem, but I should have been more careful."

Rhysand smiles; he isn't angry at all. "Things are… things. What matters to me is being able to give you these gifts. Even if you make use of them for just a day, it's good enough for me. Open it."

Tamlin kisses Rhysand again, opening the gift. It's a beautiful dark green robe, almost black, that glimmers with colours when held directly under sunlight. It's beautiful. More importantly, it's so soft and velvety.

"You should wear it. Make sure the size is right," Rhysand grins.

***

There's only so much Tamlin can lose before it starts to keep him up at night. The beautiful deep emerald robe disappeared after a day of having it, which is a record, honestly. He can't pass it off as a conniving creature playing a trick on him anymore. It's now a reflection of his capabilities as High Lord. A skill issue, per say.

Then again, he could be awake because the right side of his bed is empty and there is nothing more sobering that missing a part of him.

Tamlin worries. Everyone knows that.

He sits up on his bed and realizes his sheets are missing too? What is going on? Tamlin expects the slide of cool spidersilk against his bare skin, and though he naturally runs hot and kicks the sheets off, he still expects them to be there.

A part of him wonders if Rhysand was kidnapped, bundled up in the fancy sheets he insisted on and carried away into the night. The thought makes Tamlin jealous. If there is any sweeping away to be done, it is by him and him alone.

Fuck taking the stairs; Tamlin must find his mate quickly. He blows open the windows with a hint of magic, launching himself out of his manor and tumbling onto the ground, two floors down, with ease and grace. He sniffs the air, and locks onto the scent, sprinting straight into his forest.

Any other night, he would drink in the beauty of the trees, the symphony of the cicadas, the owls and the foxes, but Tamlin is on a mission. He cannot and will not be stopped until he finds his mate. His hunt takes him down a familiar path, straight towards his second home—a den that he played in as a child, then turned into his own safe haven as he grew older and his father grew crueler. It is the only place where his secrets are harboured and his vulnerabilities are shown.

He hasn't needed his den since Rhysand came into his life—since Rhysand stayed in it.

Tamlin blinks, and his eyes shift to better accommodate the darkness.

"Rhys? I know you're in here."

No response.

As he steps into his den, he realizes… it's been transformed.

The den has always been nothing more than a cave. It's walls were enough to make him feel safe and he would always sleep facing its entrance. No one could get him without his knowledge. The animals would visit and watch over him, of course, but no one else was welcome. (Not until Rhysand.)

Now, it's brimming with things. All the things Tamlin thought he lost, the gifts ungiven and taken back by one clever mate. He walks along the edges, touching the portraits of them and of Rhysand's family. He finds nearly every toy from his childhood; his mother had tried to save what she could from his father's annihilation of his childhood, and Rhysand must have found where she hid them. Tamlin picks up a toy cart with a long, long string. He used to fill this thing with flowers and berries, then drag it along behind him through the forest and all over the manor.

There are books here too. Tamlin recognizes them as Rhysand's. The Spring Court has never tolerated human 'fairy-tales' and he only knows of them because Rhysand has read him each one as proof that humans are brilliant.

Naturally, his egg-chair is here, too. Tucked at the back of the cave, right up against the wall, its opening is blocked by pillows upon pillows. Rhysand's scent leads right to it.

Tamlin tries to hide his smile as he leans in and plucks one pillow out. The rest start to topple, but Tamlin is careful to push them inwards into the nest.

"It seems I have found my thief."

Rhysand's expression is far too cool for someone buried to the neck in Tamlin's clothes.

He's hiding.

That's the problem with faeries like them. The way they were raised—it didn't matter what their natures were. They needed to be exactly what their fathers needed of them. Tamlin needed to be strong and immovable. Soft things were barred from him, even his heart needed to be made of stone. Rhysand needed to be sharp, but not bothersome. He always handles things alone.

Tamlin doesn't ask why he wasn't told or invited to help.

"May I enter?"

Rhysand shrinks into his pile, hiding his face except his watchful violet eyes. "You may," he says without a hint of emotion.

Tamlin crawls into the nest, careful not to squish Rhysand or disturb the hoard of things. Rhysand likes his things in particular order. Tamlin has no preference, so he's happy to adjust to his mate.

"I'm wounded," Tamlin sighs dramatically, taking Rhysand's own words and intonation for when he isn't getting his way. "My mate would rather my things than me and my," he pauses, trying to find a word that only Rhysand would use. "Luscious self?"

"Luscious? I do not say luscious." Rhysand unburies himself to glare at Tamlin. "You were busy."

"And you know that I would drop everything for you, if you told me you were nesting."

"I don't need you to drop everything. I have everything under control." Rhysand's jaw ticks, determined to handle himself. Were they in the Night Court, Rhysand would run his court, nest and make sure that Tamlin doesn't lift a finger because that's just who he is.

Tamlin crawls closer, squishing him purposely this time.

"Then control me," Tamlin leans in, breathing his words against Rhysand's warm lips. "Fit me into your plans. Hoard me like all these things. I am yours," he reminds his mate, kissing him slowly. "Do with me as you please, as long as you're doing it with me."

All this is new to both of them.

Tamlin has always known his dominant Alpha nature, and for his own safety, he had to swallow back his instincts. He wasn't afraid of what his father would do to him, but rather everyone else between them—his brothers, his mother and everyone Tamlin has even glanced at. The battle between Alphas is ugly and violent, especially in the transition of power. At the end, they both knew it was his father's mistake for not killing him at birth.

For Rhysand, Tamlin knows it was the opposite. Suppress, suppress, suppress, was his mantra. Not only did he have to hide, but he needed to deny every instinct within him. At least Tamlin could be a lesser version of himself, but Rhysand…

"You are perfect." Tamlin whispers between kisses. "You are stronger than I am."

"Liar," Rhysand denies.

"You are," Tamlin hums, catching his lower lip between his teeth. "I wouldn't have been able to do this alone. I need you by my side. Also, my den is a lot cozier than it was before. I might have to move out here."

Rhysand rolls his eyes and kicks at him from the layers of stolen clothes. "Flatterer." He says, clearly won over.

Tamlin pushes the clothing aside, snuggles in beside Rhysand and curls at his side, before putting the nest as it was. He says nothing, happy to kiss Rhysand's shoulder and listen to him breathing.

"I want to have a baby," Rhysand says suddenly.

The confession has Tamlin tensing, a reaction that comes from deep within rather than anything to do with actual thoughts. He eases after a moment. "Okay."

"I'm not even sure we'd be good," Rhysand can't even finish the sentence. The shame is visceral. His mother did her best and his father was selective in his affections. He knows how true mates love each other, and he knows how it feels when an Alpha rejects his offspring. It's not that he thinks Tamlin would—Tamlin would be a great father. "I just… With you… I feel ready. My body wants…"

The half-Illyrian flushes, turning to try and bury his face against Tamlin, but they only end up in a more intimate position, foreheads pressed against one another. Tamlin can see the worry on his face. Tamlin kisses them way.

"We will be good parents."

"How do you know?"

"Because we know pain. We know everything not to do."

Tamlin will never raise a hand against his mate or his children. He will never use them as weapons. He will listen when they speak. Everything his mind and body has come to know—all the violence and punishment he has come to expect—he will go against it. He will raise his little ones without fear. They will be free to be happy.

"That's horrible, you know that right?"

"But it's the truth." Tamlin assures, nuzzling Rhysand. "We have all the time in the world. You can over analyze this as much as you need," he teases.

"Oh, fuck you."

The Spring Lord grinds against Rhysand's hip with a playful grin. "Mmm, is that a request?"

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kseung · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Addams x Reader

Jekyll

Requested

Warnings: violence, blood, hospital, coma-ish stuff.

Words: 1,090~

Sorry for the delay, and for making this one a bit too short :(

Being a werewolf was great, for you at least. You had wolfed out pretty early on, so by the time you went to Nevermore you could control yourself pretty well already. It made having a roommate far easier.

That was proven useful when you had to jump in and attack the Hyde. Enid wolfed out, but being new... she stood no chance. She still did most though. You wanted to really make sure that the Hyde wouldn't bug anyone in a long time.

Wednesday had almost lost hope once more that day. However, you showed up at the best moment. It was a show she wished she could see, but that was not the best moment. Maybe some other day she'd be able to see you wolf out.

You took the Hyde on your snout, making sure to bite down hard on joints like the elbow or knee. You got covered on more and more blood. Initially, the Hyde's, but after he clawed your back it was your's too. You cried out, but before you could do anything he had bit the side of your leg.

It made you angry. There was absolutely no chance you'd let him get out without serious damage. You slashed right through the skin on his chest, essentially forcing him to become human again. He tried to run, so you threw him against a rock. If it weren't because of Enid you're sure you'd have regretted your next moves.

You turned back, making sure to stay next to the now-awaken Enid, guarding her from the Hyde. You were almost shaking, but still acted tough. Sadly, that did not last long enough. The effect of adrenaline wore off, forcing you to recognize the wounds you ignored before. The last thing you felt was a trickling sensation on your back before passing out cold.

•••••

When Wednesday returned, Enid hugged as tight as she could; a gesture returned by Wednesday. She was glad Enid had made it out alive, but then, where were you?

—And...? Where are they?

Enid looked away, hiding herself further in the coat she had around her shoulders. She mumbled something which Wednesday didn't hear. It made her assume the worst. Enid looked back. Wednesday followed her sight, noticing you covered with some coat, laying on the forest ground.

She ran as quickly as she could, trying to calm herself as much as possible. There was hope. She kneeled next to you, placing one hand on your cheek and using the other to lift the coat and check for wounds. Gruesome, to the worst of her expectations.

She acted as logically as possible at that moment, managing to get you a ride to the hospital. At least the teachers in the school could do something, for once. She knew you'd be okay. You are strong.

•••••

—It's been days and they're still sleeping—, said Enid. —I really hope they're okay—. Ajax nodded.

—Don't even gotta say it—, Xavier sighed. —Wednesday has been worried sick these days. She barely even sleeps or eats—. Speaking of your gothic girlfriend, she had just passed out from exhaustion. She had nearly died herself, experienced the pain of being stabbed, fought to death quite literally. Almost a miracle she was still there.

—I didn't think I'd find myself saying this, but I do hope this... wolf wakes up—. Bianca sighed as she took her jacket. She dressed up for the cold outside air, bid some goodbyes, and left.

—I think I'm- we... are gonna leave—, Ajax said. Enid smiled awkwardly. She held your unoccupied hand for a second, supporting you silently. She took Ajax's hand and they left.

—Guess I'm gonna wait outside.

•••••

It had been some hours when Wednesday woke up, groggy and uncomfortable from the position she had dozed off on. Her neck was not doing great, but it was worth it. You seemed like you were doing okay.

—Wake up soon, or I'll kill you myself.

As expected, you did not respond. She sighed and went back to sitting on the uncomfortable chair. She crossed a leg over the other, letting a book rest against her thigh. Her left hand was too occupied holding yours to read.

She didn't notice it, but you had started to wake up. Mostly because she herself was getting sleepy again. Thing, being the best appendage to ever exist, gave her notice. He pointed and signed until she understood. Her neck cracked due to the speed, but seeing you alive was more important.

She placed a hand on your cheek, lightly feeling the scars. She couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Her love was awake. You leaned into her touch, relaxing despite the situation. She quickly called for the staff, letting them do their job while the thoughts of having you in her embrace, annoying her, sank in.

After some time spent with checkups, you were allowed to rest. You hadn't been too bad in regards to broken bones. However, you were still weak due to bloodloss. Tyler's claws had really made you bleed.

They gave you water to help with the dryness. You used your weak voice to ask for water... and mouthwash. It made Wednesday smirk, trying not to chuckle at your quite you ask.

—Hey there, Wednesday—, you rasped out. Your voice was still rough, as you hadn't spoken for days. The water was of little help. You had slept real good.

She almost contained her smile, but it was you. It made her feel relieved. She sat on your bed, holding your right hand in hers. The gaze she sent you was full of emotions, much to her dismay. You could tell she was glad, happy even, to see you alive and well.

—Hello, amor.

You smiled. It felt weird, since you now had some scars on your face. But it was okay. You had gotten them to protect Wednesday. It was but a sign of your love.

—Did I make you wait too much?

—Yes. As usual.

—Let's not wait any longer.

You leaned in for a kiss, a sweet and short one. If it was too deep, you'd probably end up bursting your lip again. Not that Wednesday minded the blood.

—Thank you, Wednesday. You're always good for me.

—As you are. Perchance it shows.

You smiled and nodded. —I hope it always shows—. You traced a scar with two fingers, entrancing her with your eyes as you did the gesture. She felt seen. And she liked it, because it was you.

—I'll always know.

One more kiss wouldn't hurt you.

Got the reference? Jekyll and Hyde, except that there is no Hyde anymore because you ⚔️

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luimagines · 4 months ago

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That Dragon AU Part 13

More shopping, technically. Be nice to @cafecourage XD

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Chapter 13: Packing Things Up

His hands come up to rub their back, pulling them closer to him. "Maybe with time... I wouldn't want to make it seem like it was too fast. I know... that's important to humans."

“It’s not really a big deal to me. Unless you want to make it into one.” Enno shifted so their arms were around his neck. “Link, you could mark me right now and I wouldn't kick up a fuss. Yeah, weddings are nice and all but they are just expensive parties. If I did want one, it would be something I would want later on when I can take my time. Not rushed so we can be officially wed.”

His jaw clenches and his eyes sharpen. He leans into them. Warrior's voice drops down low and his purr becomes nearly silent, simply vibrating against them in ways they didn’t know were possible before. "That's very tempting, Sweetheart."

He leans closer, his fangs larger than usual. "I don't think-"

"Man, I left my clothes in my room!" Wind walks out of the room and pauses, looking at the both of them. "I'm borrowing your clothes, Warrior."

Warrior tries not to not look put out as his forehead collides with Enno’s shoulder. "Sure... go ahead."

Enno bursted out laughing as Wind goes to take some and go back out, giving them and Warrior a confused look. He wondered what he barged into. Once the door was closed, Enno smirked at Warrior, “Well? Be tempted.” They teased him, full on working to rebuild the atmosphere. They were still giggling like madman at his reaction. “Bet you wouldn’t.”

He just turns his head and starts peppering their neck with slow kisses, working his way to their jaw and ear, nibbling a bit. He growls low, sensual even. "Not now."

They turned their head to give him room. “Oh, so I was right then.” They melt on the spot into him. They giggle and poke their nose against his cheek. “Do I have to do it myself?”

Warrior notices and smirks to himself. He keeps it up, alternating between growling and purring. "If you were to do it-" His hands move against them, slowly running over their curves. "I wouldn't be opposed."

He takes a breath and the faint brush of his fangs on the shell of their ear, makes them shudder.

"But then I'd have to mark you immediately after, give or take..." He pulls them closer, possessively so. "If only to avoid suspicion and uncalled for remarks."

He chuckles darkly in their ear and lowers his voice some more. "But I say not now because the boy is ...right .... there..."

Enno looked at the closed door and sighed, knowing that he was right. Slowly and reluctantly, they pushed him off to sit next to him again.

“Wind, honey, are you ok in there?” Enno called out, figuring he was trying to give them both a moment.

Warrior pouts like a child and leans back as well.

Wind pokes his head out the door, hair still vaguely damp with a too big shirt over him. "Are you two done being weird?"

Warrior groans and flops backward.

The moment has just officially been killed.

Enno rolls their eyes. “Wind, come.”

They shift to sit crossed legged for him to sit down on. When he took the seat, Enno took the towel and started drying his hair. “You need to dry your hair better or else you will get a cold.”

Wind lets out a tiny growl. "Pinky said that it happens when you leave the house or sleep with it. Not if you just have wet hair."

Warrior snorts. "Well Pinky's not here right now. Listen to Enno."

"Oh right! Did you hear? Pinky almost died!" Wind jets up and looks at Warrior. "That's what Wild said. It's why she was in the infirmary to begin with. She nearly froze to death!"

Enno didn’t know what to say. “I… didn’t know the full story but yes I knew she was hurt.”

They folded the towel on the ground and started to put things away again in the Ottoman. Back to work now. “With everything that has been happening, I only assumed that they didn’t want the other guys to panic.” Enno coughs to clear their throat in a vain attempt to defuse the situation. “Right now, we should make sure she is able to make a full recovery.”

Wind blinks. "No one told me. I overheard Wild talking to Sky and Hyrule."

He sits up and watches Enno work. "Apparently, another dragon stole her and marked her. That's why Time is in a bit of hot water."

"Wind." Warrior sits up too.

Wind gets the message. "It'll take a month for her to heal though and I heard she got sick too."

The young boy crosses his arms over his legs, bringing them close to his chest. "I'm worried."

Enno paused for a second, not expecting that either. Not wanting to appear disturbed however, they continued to put the last of the dragon's stuff away. The room's floor was now clear of the earlier mess. “All we can do is wait, Wind. I’m worried too, but in this situation, Time has things covered it seems. All we can do is see if he needs extra hands or help with something.” They slid themselves closer to Wind and hugged him. “It will be ok. It’s just going to be a bit stressful for a few days before we get a hang of it.”

Wind sighs and flops against them. "Ok."

Warrior snorts and leans over to ruffle his hair. "You're a good kid. Pinky has all of us to look after her plus Time. I'll think she'll be ok."

"Exactly." Enno didn't want to add to the worry that Cia is going to recover very soon. That's a whole different bag of worms. "Things will turn out ok."

Wind huffs and moves his head away from Warrior’s hand. "Okokok.. I get it."

He tries to keep the smile off of his face and loses in three seconds. "Do you guys have everything ready for tomorrow?"

Enno sighed. "That's what I'm doing now. Or was trying to." They give Wind a hair ruffle of their own before standing up and dragging over their stuff so they could continue to work while being nearby. "I have some things I can probably leave here because I don't want to lose them. I also probably should run out and get some more magic potions..."

Warrior instantly sobers up and sighs. "Well the sun is still up. And we have about an hour before dinner. The Portable Portal should still be open. I don't know how many they would have left though."

He hums and frowns. "If only those magic pots were still around.... maybe if I go back....?"

He is quickly lost to his thoughts.

Enno watches him get lost in thought before reaching over and gently shaking him. “We can go now, you know. Where is it? We’ll be quick. I’m not sure how much to get.” Enno knew they could more or less last a day and half without a potion. If they wanted them to last a month without going into town, it would be around 20 potions, maybe more, maybe less.

Warrior blinks at their outburst and nods. "Yeah... yeah.... umm...actually, I want to see something before we go. Just to make sure. Wind, would you take Enno to the potion shop? Do you remember where it is?"

Wind tilts his head. "Yeah.... a little bit. Blue door and red flowers in the front?"

"That's the one!" Warrior grins.

"All right then. I have money left over still. So I'll use that." Enno put things back quickly so that it wasn’t just a mess on the floor again. They gave Warrior a playful kiss on his jaw. "Be safe and all that jazz." Enno snorted to themselves before getting up and offering Wind their hand. "Let's go on one more adventure then, Sailor!"

Warrior is taken away by the kiss on his jaw and shakes his head. He jets his hand out to Wind's non taken one and slips him some cash. "Be safe. The sun will set soon."

"We will!" Wind waves back at him. "Let's be fast Moma. I'm getting hungry."

Warrior shakes himself and goes half dragon. "I have some hunting to do."

"Have fun." Enno lets Wind rush out of the room and of the castle. "Is it near the castle?"

Wind hisses a bit. "Not really. That's why we have to go fast. We might miss dinner."

Vaguely, Enno could see a dragon fly away from the castle in the opposite direction. It looked like Warrior.

They wonder where he's going.

Their wonderment didn’t last long though. Enno and Wind were practically running and weaving through the crowd to get to the shop in time.

"Is that it?" Enno pointed to the shop in question.

Wind pauses and looks closer. "Yup! Let's go!"

The young boy hauls them forward, opening the door with wild abandon. "Hello!"

The shop owner pokes their head from behind the corner. "Well hello to you too.... Can I help you with anything?"

"Hello" Enno smiled, coming up to the counter. "My son and I were looking to see if you have some magic potions left in stock."

The shop owner straightens up and nods. "Yes, of course. This way please."

Wind tugs on their hand. "Come on Moma."

They nodded and followed. "Thank you and I'm sorry for coming so late."

"Well, you're right on time." The shop owner explains. "I close up in thirty minutes. Now my potions are few and far inbetween. My magic potions specially. How many were you thinking to buy?"

Enno sighed. "I've been trying to do the math. It would make me feel better to have max 15. However, I understand if you don't have that amount."

They tried to do the math in their head anyway. Wind bought 5 yesterday. They had bought 2 or 1 since then, which would bring them to… 18? 19 total?

The shop clerk looks startled. "Fif- I only have seven in stock right now I'm afraid."

Wind frowns.

"The war has taken a lot of my supply. I've only been recently able to begin to replenish."

"Ah- Right." Enno blushes in embarrassment "I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I'm not from around here, so I genuinely forgot." They quickly and awkwardly explained. "I need the potions for medical reasons. Would you mind if I still purchase some of them? I don't want to buy you out, but I do need them."

Wind's eyebrows furrow and he turns to Enno skeptically.

The shop owner raises an eyebrow. "Well, I am willing to sell. I'm just afraid it's not all that you were looking for. I don't particularly care for the reasons why."

He looks at Wind and can see him try to connect some dots. "In any case, how many are you buying again?"

Enno nods, their anxiety popped up instantly. They try to calm down so they don’t sound like they’re going to cry or that they are under a lot of pressure.

"Let me do some math." Enno started to think about it, turning away a bit, mumbling a bit to themselves. They don't know what the schedule is and they had only used a month as an estimate to base their calculations off of. With the potions they already had, the number would have brought them up to 5 or 6 which would only last them about a week. Luckily, that’s about the average time the group traveled before finding a new town, but there have been cases where they’ve traveled for longer.

They sighed. "I think... 3 if I did everything right? Sorry this is still new-" They quickly bite their tongue because the shopkeeper just said he doesn't care, and at this point they just wanted to leave.

"Sorry, I'll just take 3." Enno cursed internally. They hated how awkward and shaken they get for just being in a social situation.

"And I'll take the other four." Wind slams down the money, trying to not give Enno a side eye.

The clerk sighs and dives under the counter to pick out the potions from the display.

Wind, in turn, grabs their hand and grips it tightly. The clerk goes over the amount Wind put down, counting it and adjusting for the amount of bottles he has. Wind's foot starts to tap a bit as he waits.

The young boy takes the initiative to take Enno’s money as well and adds it to the pile.

They have just enough to buy them all.

The clerk puts them into two different bags based on the purchase and closes the potions box. "Thank you. Come again soon. I can't guarantee I'll have magic potions in stock by then though."

"That's ok!" Wind waves back and starts to pull Enno along. "We'll come by again!"

Enno was silent, visibly embarrassed. Once outside, they began trailing behind Wind. “Sweetheart, I’ll explain later about why I went to the doctors this morning. Right now can you go ahead to the castle? I need a moment.” They wanted- no, needed to be alone right now. “Please?”

Wind turns around and pauses. It is obvious by the look on his face that he doesn't like the idea. "You're not gonna come back with me?"

He frowns and wipes the palms of his hands on his pants. "Do... Do you know the way back? You won't need me? You'll be ok?"

He bites the inside of his cheek. And takes step forward to the castle like you asked him to go.

He hesitates.

But he jogs back to Enno and places a familiar blue stone in their hand. "I'll go... but use this if you need help, ok?"

He gets on his toes to kiss their cheek before he turns to go to the castle once more.

They felt bad letting him go. Enno put the pirate's charm around their wrists hidden in their sleeve. They lag behind as Wind goes ahead. They wanted to gather themselves and get out of that headspace before they meet up with others again.

Wind looks back occasionally, surprised that Enno was still on their way.

It makes him feel better to see them still following though and he shifts into his full dragon form to make it there faster while being able to keep an eye on them at the same time.

Vaguely, he can feel something watching him.

He doesn't like it.

It spurs him on and Wind makes it behind the castle gates. He shifts into his half form and sits, putting the bag in his lap.

Wind begins to wait.

While he was waiting, Enno took some deep breaths and looked up, freezing when they didn’t see Wind. They didn’t think they were walking that far behind. They rushed to the castle to make sure he was actually there. They had begun to panic a little but reasoned with themselves that they did tell him to go ahead. “It’s fine. It’s fine.”

He waits for a minute longer before he shifts into his human form. The feeling of being watched lessens but he realizes that it didn't go away completely. Wind could blame being paranoid but his gut feelings have never steered his wrong before.

He stays still though and watches Enno power walk...or rather sprint into the castle grounds.

"Moma!" He calls out to them and starts to stand.

They scooped him up and sighed. “That normally would have fixed what I was feeling but turns out when I don’t see you sailor I get more worried.” They put him down but their anxiousness didn't go away. Still, they picked up the bags. “Come on, let's see if your dad is back home.”

Wind smiles and holds their hand. "Warrior would help." He says. "You seem better with him nowadays."

Wind opens the door now that he has a free hand and they both walk through the castle walls. "I wonder what Warrior went hunting for. He didn't say."

Enno took another deep breath. “What would he be hunting? I’m still in the dark about all this Dragon stuff.” Maybe Wind would be a better distraction in the long run anyway. “Hell, it seems despite knowing this era, I know nothing about the actual place-“

They stop for their own sake.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Wind swings their hands together.

"Warrior probably went looking for things for his hoard.... or for food. Those would be my first guesses when he mentions hunting." Wind taps his finger to his chin."But I can probably answer any question you have!" Wind answers confidently. "Lay it on me."

“Huh….” Enno nodded. “Uh… I don’t know. Honestly I just feel fine? I was expecting more…” They wave their hand around. “Like…. Things? To overwhelm me? When I first was transformed, the only thing I noticed was scent, I guess? But that was way later in the day. I didn’t actually notice.”

"Oh.... You mean being a dragon." Wind scratches his head. "I don't.... I dont know what you want me to say. I've always been this way. So I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference.... Warrior or Twilight might."

Wind chews his lip and pops it. "I thought you were gonna ask a question about this place or dragon culture... those are easier."

"Do you know if Warrior has his things together?" Sky asks as soon as he spots them turning the corner. "None of us really saw him today."

"I don't know actually? I will remind him when I see him again." Enno stored that in the ‘remind me later’ part of their brain and hoped it worked.

"Please, knowing Cap’, he has been too busy." Twilight points out, guiding them all to the mess hall for dinner. Food was quickly placed in front of the guests as the chatter quickly rose to a tolerable volume.

Enno stays silent because Twilight was probably right.

Wind, however, eats his food as if he's been starving. "I bet he's at least started. He's a workaholic."

Murmurs of agreement blanket the table.

"Where's the new guy anyway?" Wind swallows his food. Enno frowns. New guy? What new guy?

"He went with Wild to go give Time and Pinky their dinner." Sky explains.

The door opens and in comes Legend pulling a disheveled looking Warrior behind him. "Found him."

"Nice! Good job!" Four cheers.

"Eat." Legend forces him in a chair. "You're going to have at least one meal today."

"I had breakfast-"

"And that was the only thing. Zip it or I get Time. And I don't think he'll take kindly to being away from Pinky while she's sick and injured."

"Fine." Warrior spits and goes to curse before he notices Enno. He sobers up instantly and waves. "Ah.... Did it go well?"

"It happened. We got some potions." They give a half shrug. "It's not that exciting compared to having a new party member." Apparently. Although tired, they were happy that Warrior was back safe and sound. "How was your trip?"

Warrior grins and leans back in his chair. "I got what I was looking for. I think you'd be very impressed."

"Was it before or after you ate the dirt?" Legend snorts.

"Legend-"

"How'd it taste?"

Warrior leans over to swipe at him but Legend leans away, laughing.

Moving back into place, Warrior pouts and stabs his baked potato. "Anyway.... I saw you both come in. I'm glad to see you both safe. He-” Warrior gestures to the pirate with chipmunk stuffed cheeks. “-didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Wind shakes his head with a negative hum.

Warrior smiles a little easier. "Good."

"Any reason you have mud in your hair?" Four asks, trying to hide his smirk.

"Yes."

Warrior doesn't elaborate.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #dragon au #lu x oc #except not really #lu warrior #lu wind

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extinctspino · 2 years ago

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Hi! I just read your raven fic and i loved it! Would you maybe like to do a part 2 to it?

Raven

Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Wednesday x femreader

Wordcount: 900

Warnings: Blood, death

Author's note: I absolutely love writing things like this

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"What's the plan?" You asked Wednesday once you morphed into yourself again. Ms. Weems was handling Thornhill so you and Wednesday were constructing a plan.

"We are gonna use this." Wednesday pulled out the needle filled with blue liquid that you had been able to steal from Thornhill's grasp.

You knew Tyler could arrive at the school at any given moment so you were sitting outside near the forest.

"So you're planning on killing him?" You knew you needed to end Tyler if you wanted to stop all the murders going around Jericho but it was still a bit foreign.

"We have to if we want to save this school." You nodded to Wednesday's true words although you wished there was another way.

A loud roar echoing through the forest made both of you snap out of your thoughts. "He's here." You whispered even though it was obvious.

"Did the sirens already finish their part?" You asked her to make sure there were no people left at the school. "We have to assume they did." Wednesday's answer didn't help or reassure you at all.

You were about to say something to her but the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer to you intervened. You transformed into your wolf in record time and bent down so that Wednesday could get on your back.

She reluctantly climbed on your back and held your fur to keep her balance. Your wolf had dark, smooth fur and was as big as a horse, if not, bigger.

You began running into the forest and away from the monstrous sounds that followed you. You felt Wednesday tightening her hold on you when you jumped over a random obstacle.

When you were sure you were far enough you hid behind a big tree and layed down. You were on edge and your ears perked up at every little sound.

"Calm down." Wednesday ran her hands through your fur, trying to calm you down. You automatically stuck your tongue out and basked in the feeling of her hands scratching your head.

"You have to distract him and when I get the chance I'll stab this needle into him." You snarled to show your disapproval of this plan. You didn't like the idea of Wednesday putting her life at risk like that.

"Don't underestimate me. I'm quite good at stabbing if I say so myself." You smiled at her or that's what you tried but that was a bit hard in your wolf form. It looked more like a big goofy grin with your tongue out. At least you got the message across.

Crack

A branch snapping in two caught your attention. You slowly moved away from your hiding spot and you saw... nothing?

You sniffed the air and there it was, the unfamiliar smell of rotten flesh. Another branch snapping entered your big ears, from above this time.

You looked up and...

thump

The hyde roared as it hit the ground, feet first. To say you were terrified was an understatement. But you had to do what you had to do.

You growled and bore your sharp teeth, warning him. Apparently, he didn't care because the next second he was slashing his claws across your face.

You recovered quickly and pounced on him. He tried to get you off but your weight held him down. You took this chance to sink your teeth into his neck.

He roared out in pain but that didn't stop you. Instead, you enjoyed his screams of terror as blood came spurting out of the wound. He didn't stop when Eugene was screaming, did he?

Your lust for his pain, made you miss the oncoming blow. His left fist came in contact with your body in full force. You got slammed into a tree and you layed there for a moment trying to regain your senses.

It was only when you made eye contact with Wednesday that the adrenaline set in. You forced yourself up and stared straight into his big, round eyes with your red ones.

He pulled back his arm and swung his claws but you were too fast and dodged it easily. While you were behind him you swiftly clawed at his back.

He roared and turned around to face you. You had a great idea in mind. You ran toward the nearest tree and of course, Tyler followed. Thanks to your speed and agility you were able to climb the tree and push yourself off of it, landing back on the ground behind Tyler.

You watched as he bashed himself into the tree which made the tree trunk shake. You smirked to yourself in victory when he fell flat on the ground, unmoving.

Wednesday speed-walked over to the hyde and jabbed the needle into his bloody neck. His body jerked upward and he roared one last time before he collapsed on the ground.

You felt bad for the sheriff - Tyler's father. He kept blaming the Nevermore students but in the end, it turned out to be his own - blood-related - son.

You trotted your way over to Wednesday with your tongue sticking out. You nuzzled your nose into her face but she pushed you away. You felt offended until you noticed your fur was practically drenched in blood. "That's going to leave a scar." Wednesday traced the gash on your wolf's face. You winced at the slight pain that went along with it.

"Don't worry, I will patch you up."

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leviismybby · 2 years ago

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Seashell

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ❤️ This is just a fluffy piece I wrote for Levi. The reader is a civilian :))

Levi stood in the cold water with his pants rolled up to his calves, searching for something down between the rocks and the sand. The skies were blue, the weather sunny providing him with just the right amount of light.

His grey eyes glanced over every single little rock that lay beneath the salt water. You told him last time about how much you would love to see the sea, how much you would love to travel with him to the coast one day.

And Levi can't give you that now, it's too risky to bring you out here with all the chaos going on. He doesn't get to see you a lot anymore so he uses every free day he has to make sure to visit you.

Valentine's day is approaching and he wants to give you something that will remind you of him any time you look at it, you told him that no present in the world can be more precious than his time but he still feels like he owns you at least something.

He can't thank you enough for loving him and always sticking by his side even when he tried to push you away from him.

Once his eyes land on a practically unusual object, he picks it up with his hand. It was a seashell, small but full of different colors and patterns.

Levi knew almost nothing about sea life but seeing the way Sasha and Mikasa seem to keep a lot of these in their tent, he assumes that you will like it too.

"That should do." He makes his way back to tents, putting the seashell in his pocket. He can't wait to see you.

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You yawn as you put the wet shirt onto the drying string. A sound of horse steps reaches your ears and you turn around towards the gate, seeing your boyfriend with flowers under his arm.

As soon as he gets down from his horse, you immediately run to him, hugging him tightly and almost knocking him off his feet. "Woha easy there."

He wraps his arms around you while holding the flowers in one of them, and you bury your face in his neck, smelling the scent you missed so much.

Levi pulls away just enough so that he can plant a soft kiss on your lips as your fingers play with his hair. God, he has missed you so much. Levi will never say it but he didn't need to, you know.

When you finally pull away to catch some air, Levi gives you the flowers he brought. Of course, he has memorized what flowers were your favorite.

They weren't quite cheap either. You see Levi reach into the pocket of his green coat, pulling out a dark red box with a pink ribbon wrapped around it.

"Happy Valentine's Day love." You almost squeak as you take the box from his hands, excited to see what's inside. For someone who claims he isn't romantic, Levi surely is sweet.

You find a seashell inside, colorful with pretty patterns on it. You have never seen the sea up close but every time Levi tells you about it, you wish that you were there with him.

"Wow. It's pretty." Maybe you'll ask your father to make you a necklace out of it so that way you always have it with you.

"I found it myself. Spend two hours looking at the fucking ground." Snorting you press a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for this, will you be staying the night?" Levi chuckles at the little spark in your eyes but he hates to ruin your hopes. "No. I have to be back in three hours."

"Well, at least you'll stay for dinner. Happy Valentine's Day Levi." Leaning back in you kiss him again, this time a little more passionately until you feel his horse huff next to you.

Laughing against each other's lips Levi pulls away. "Don't be jealous." You tell her, softly petting her head.

"She loves you more than she loves me. Anytime I come to visit you she already knows where we are heading." He pets his horse on the nose, a gentle smile approaches your lips.

"Good. She will let me know if my boyfriend visits anyone else." You love teasing him about such things because it gets on his nerves.

"Shut the fuck up." He kisses the top of your head before tying his horse to the fance as the two of you walk into your house.

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garcargofarfar · 8 months ago

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Wavering Between

A Garroth x Reader x Laurance Fic

Prologue

Follow up on EIN REWRITE

YOU CAN ALSO READ THE STORY ON WATTPAD @/iiYoshi

A/N : I have no intent in finishing the first two books before posting this one. :D

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

"Like I want to be with you." Ein barked back.

"You better not mess this school up as well." I sighed. This was sure going to be a fun year of junior year. "I'm not going to stop you again this time."

"Spare me your overblown ego." Ein rolled his eyes at me, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. "You don't seriously think you can stop me?"

"I did once, and I'll do it again."

Before he could argue back and break out into a fight, the principal finally walked into the office, and we both shut up.

"Ah, so sorry for making you wait." She says, "I'm assuming you're Ein and Erielle Lovette?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Wonderful! Let me start off by saying how happy I am to have you both here at Phoenix Drop." She beams.

I nod.

Ein forces a smile, scoffing silently.

"I'm Principal Layla, good friends with Principal Dickson from TH. Though, I'm sure you know that already." She simply laughs, and Ein glares when I nudge his rib to stop him from falling asleep.

"I'm really sorry for all the trouble, Principal Layla." Ein suddenly starts in a polite voice. "My sister and I never meant to cause trouble at Twilight High, but as her big brother, I just have to look out for her."

This time, I scoff.

"What in Irene's name are you on about?" I hiss.

"You know. Seeing as you're human and all. I feel it's my responsibility to take care of you and drop my position as Alpha in TH."

"You're joking." I almost laugh. "You two-faced little-"

"Alright, alright! Enough of this." Principal Layla cuts us off. "I don't care what happened back in TH. It's all in the past now. I only ask of you two to be well-behaved here at Phoenix Drop."

"Yes, Principal Layla." We say in sync.

"The school day is almost over today. You two can get settled in your dorms and check out the clubs they're holding for Freshmen. Feel free to come to me if you need help." We both glare at each other once more before she dismisses us.

"I don't want anything to do with you and your manipulative shenanigans, got that?" I ask, taking a look at my schedule.

"Like anyone wants anything to do with you." He hisses in return.

"Arya would."

"Stop. Bringing. Her. Into. This." He warns.

"You had a chance with her, Ein. You just completely blew it yourself." And with that, I walk off to my homeroom. "Have a good life without me."

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I pass by Room 208, my homeroom for the year. TH didn't have homerooms, so I was still getting the hang of things.

Everything was so different here. The students in the halls were human. The students in the halls were also werewolves.

There's this weird balance and equality that I never got to experience in either schools for freshman nor sophomore year.

I don't think I've ever felt this nice just existing in a swarm of people before without any killing eyes or vicious brother to bug me.

"Hey." I turn to see a black haired boy with sky-blue eyes staring at me. "What are you still doing here in the classrooms?"

"Oh I'm sorry." I apologize. "Am I not allowed to be here?"

"No. It's just that everyone's gathered at the football field to sign up for clubs and all that stuff." He signals to the window, which has a view of the whole situation going on beneath.

"I'm new here. Just checking out my surroundings." I shrug.

"The name's Gene. Nice to meet you." He lifts out a hand.

"Erielle." I shake his. "You're a student here too?"

"Oh, no. I graduated last year." He says. "But my little brother still goes here, and he left his homework at home. I had to bring it over for him."

"Ah. I see." I laugh at his remark.

"You should run along, Erielle." He tells me. "They're already starting to sign up for clubs."

He looks out the window as I follow his gaze.

"Maybe I will." I mutter, mostly to myself. "You seem like a cool person, Gene. Was lovely meeting you."

"Was nice meeting you as well." He replies with a smirk. "I'll introduce you to my squad one day. You'd fit right in with the Shadow Knights."

"Looking forward to it." I smile. "I should get going. Have a good one!"

"Same to you."

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As I turn the corner, I am finally struck with the realization that I'm lost.

Oh my Irene, why am I so dumb? I should've asked Gene for help.

The halls are mostly empty by now, and I have no idea where I'm going. I'm still walking along the halls as I finally spot sight of a tall blonde in the distance.

"Hey!" I yell, watching the blonde to turn to look at me with azure eyes.

"May I help you?"

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blackhakumen · 9 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1177: The Rascal And Me (Guilty Gear Strive)

Nagoriyuki, a mysterious, noble samurai, has been traveling on foot for as long as he can remember with one goal in mind: to keep his vampiric side under complete control while finding inner peace within himself.

The journey so far isn't without It shares of the unexpected Turns of events however: Ranging from encountering new faces, going toe-to-toe against a few formidable opponents, and to work under the likes of Happy Chaos and I-No against his will. It was more or less a hectic ride for him to endure for sure, but it certainly wasn't anything he couldn't handle on his own.

But instead of continuing his lonesome path of the unknown, he is now currently located at the Ajatar Hunting Ground, sitting next to the sleeping young woman named Elphelt Valentine.

Nagoriyuki: (Well, Nagoriyuki, this is far from the worst predicament you've gotten yourself dragged into, but it is still just as much troublesome as you hoped it wouldn't be. Why on the Greenest part of Earth do you always managed to run into that rascal of a woman, let alone having her drag you into this "marriage" nonsense she always speak so highly of)

Nagoriyuki let's out a relaxed Sigh.

Nagoriyuki: (But I suppose it can't somewhat be helped. The power of Love could make even the most simplest of beings, do crazy things, at least from what I've heard.)

Nagoriyuki looks down at Elphelt still sleeping and hugging onto his lap.

Nagoriyuki: (Though, I'll admit, she does look rather peaceful when she sleeps. Almost adorable even.) (Eyes Starts to Widened Before Groan and Shaking his Head a Bit) (What am I even saying right now? This woman has been chasing me nonstop since the first time we've met, claiming she wants to "marry" me, and yet here I am thinking she's cute? What sort of madness is this!?)

'Bit of Silence'

Nagoriyuki: (Takes a Deep Breath) (Then again, she's far from being one of the craziest faces I've encounter thus far, hell, i even ended up becoming friends with one of them somehow. And I suppose she doesn't mean any ill-will on the things she do.....But why me of all of people? I'm fond of romance as much as the next being in the world, but I wouldn't exactly call myself the most interesting man on the planet, or as young folks would say...."A catch". Am I that attractive to her? Is there some sort of charming aura she sees in me that I don't? Or maybe-)

Before the vampire ssmurai could finish asking himself a few more questions within his deepened thoughts, the soft sound of yawning suddenly catches his attention as he looks down to see Elphelt Valentine stretching her arm up and wiping her eye a bit, finally waking herself up.

Elphelt: Good morning, Nagi dear~

Nagoriyuki: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) (Nagi?) (Clears His Throat Before Going Back to his Stoic State) It's the afternoon actually.

Elphelt: (Giggles Softly) Oho, right!~ Silly me~ (Softly Knock on Top of Her Head While Sticking her Tongue Out)

Nagoriyuki: Your oddness has no bounds today, woman. ('Sigh') So, I take it that nap yours helped you feel better now?

Elphelt: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ Feeling more energize than ever before! (Hugs Nagoriyuki's Arm) And I have you to thank, for that my sweet darling~

Nagoriyuki: What for? All I ever did was watch over you.

Elphelt: (Giggles Softly) That's exactly what I'm thanking you for, silly!~ You took the time out of your schedule to look after me when I started getting tuckered out. Even after I.....(Starts Frowning a Bit) annoyed you....

Nagoriyuki: (Notices the Change of Mood in Elphelt's Face and Tone) Is something matter?

Elphelt: ('Sigh') It's nothing too major. (Looks Up at the Blurle Skies) I just feel bad for bothering you with my usual marriage shenanigans again. I'm sorry....

Nagoriyuki: (So I assumed correctly....) (Simply Nodded) It's fine, but i must ask.

Elphelt: (Turns Back to the Samurai) Hm?

Nagoriyuki: What is it about the concept of marriage that intrigues you to begin with?

Elphelt: (Eyes Immediately Begins to Sparkle as She Smiles Excitedly by the Question Given to Her) Oh my gosh, where to even start!?~ The sweet, touching proposal from sides, the wedding plannings, the preparations amd main event of the wedding itself, years of developing a small or large family among themselves while building your very own legacy for your younglings to protect and nurture in the distant future....(Clasps her Hands Together Lovingly) And whenever it's time to your bodies and souls to pass and lay rest, you and your destined love one will get to live the rest of eternity in the astral planes of afterlife!~ (Happily Squeals While Flailing her Arms Up in Down)

Nagoriyuki: (Felt a Sweatdrop Coming Down his Forehead) Right......(Such a thorough answer indeed.....) And what possesses you to be interested in me of all people? I wouldn't exactly call myself the most romantic man this world has to offer-

Elphelt: (Angrily Points at Nagoriyuki) BLASPHEMY!! YOU'RE 100% ROMANTIC AND HUSBAND MATERIAL!!

Nagoriyuki: (Taken Aback by Elphelt's Suddenly Outburst) H-How so?

Elphelt: Isn't it obvious? You're strong, patient, well mannered, a sweetheart when you want tobbe, and ohh so handsome~ I dunno about anyone that cares, to me, all of these wonderful qualities proves that YOU SIR!! Are you Mighty Full Package!!!

Nagoriyuki: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) "Full Package".......Don't you mean "A Catch"?

Elphelt: Full Package, Catch, their the same as tomatoes and tomaatoes- (Grab Onto Nagoriyuki's Shoulders) THE POINT IS! You're an amazing man in my eyes, Nagoriyuki! And it makes me so happy to know that I've fallen head over heels for you~

Nagoriyuki: (Eyes Begins to Widened and Starts Blushing For the Very First Time in Ages) I.....see ('Clears Throat') Well, as flattering as all of this is, have you ever considered on taking the first steps in this romance ritual of ours? We still have yet to know anything about one another and-.

Elphelt: (Eyes Begins to Widened at The Realization) That's right.....We barely know each other at all!

Nagoriyuki: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) That's.....Exactly what I just said-

Elphelt: (Quickly Shushes Nagoriyuki By Gently Placing her Finger on his Lips) I know, honey, let me start analyzing for a bit, 'kay?

Nagoriyuki let's out a single groan before letting the self proclaimed Rascal dwell in her own thoughts process.

Elphelt: (Crosses her Arms While Walking Around in a Mini Circle) Now, as wonderful as romance is in concept, being in a committed relationship takes time, effort, support, and a whole lot of communication between two parties involved. It'll take a while.....(Stops Walking and Turns to the Samurai With a Determined Smile on her Face) BUT! If we take the time to give our newly found relationship an honest, nurturing shot, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, eventually, it could be strong an healthy enough for one of us to propose, get married....(Clasps her Hands While her Eyes Starts Sparkling Again) We could have a fulfilling future ahead of us~ (Immediately Comes Back to Reality Before Giving Nagoriyuki a Sheepish Smile) I-If that's okay with you, of course.

Nagoriyuki: (Stares at the Young Woman For a Brief Second Before Giving her a Single Nod) Hm. Very well. I'll accept this ordeal, only if you agree to keep this in a slower pace. Or at least slow enough for to understand this completely.

Elphelt: (Happily Gives Nagoriyuki a Thumbs Up) You got yourself a deal, 'hon!~

Nagoriyuki: (Simply Nodded Again) Good. Thank you, um.....What's your name again?

Elphelt: Elphelt Valentine!~ Lover of all romance, weddings, and metal rock mus- ('GAAAAAASPS') WAIT!

Nagoriyuki: (Taken Aback by Elphelt's Suddenly Outburst Again) What is it?

Elphelt: Nagi, what time is it?

Nagoriyuki: (Looks Up at the Ray of Light Slowly Moving on the Sundial in the Mid Distance) Well.....According to this sundial, I believe the current time is around.....4:33 central-

Elphelt: (Eyes Widened as She Place her Hands onto Both her Cheeks in Pure Horror) 4:33!? MY REHEARSAL WITH MY BAND STARTS IN A FEW MINUTES!!

Nagoriyuki: Right. I forgot you starred in a band of some kind.....

Elphelt: (Happily Nodded) Yep! The Speothos Venaticus!~ A lovely rock group that is formed by some of the most talented, gnarlious musicians known to- (Starts Getting Frantic Again) Ohhhhh WHAT am I doing explaining all of this!? I have to get outta here before our band manager freaks out again-

Nagoriyuki: Halt! Before you take your leave, I suggest you take this with you. (Gives Elphelt a Mini Shaped Box)

Elphelt: (Gasps at the Box in Question) A Bento Lunch Box?~

Nagoriyuki: (Simply Nodded) Correct. Right after you took your nap, I took it upon myself to make a quick detour around town and make you lunch, just in case you get close to starvation.

Elphelt: (Eyes Starts Soarkling Yet Again) You're too good for meeeeee!~

Nagoriyuki: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Yes, yes, how romantic and kind of me to do so. Now, off to your rehearsals now.

Elphelt: (Immediately Gets Herself Back on Track) Right! On my way! But before I do that.......

Nagoriyuki: ('Groans a Bit) For God's sake, woman, what reason do ypu have for delaying your travels now-

Before the vampire ssmurai could finish his sentence, the cheerful rockstar softly lowers his head down close to her and plants a soft kiss on his forehead, leaving him more flustered than previously.

Nagoriyuki: What did you.....

Elphelt: (Giggles Softly) Just giving my cute boyfriend a goodbye kiss before I take my leave~

Nagoriyuki: (Stares at Elphelt For a Brief Second Before Turning Away a Bit) Honestly, woman. I'm a samurai warrior. I am far from being as cute as you are- I-I mean- ('Sighs in Defeat') Forget I say anything.

Elphelt: (Giggles Some More) Okay, whatever you say~ (Gives Nagoriyuki a More Sincere Smile) But seriously though, listen, I know this whole romance and relationship thing is new for the both of us right now to get used to for now, but please just give it chance, Nagi dear, I promise the journey itself will be worth both our while yours especially-

Nagoriyuki: Nagoriyuki.

Elphelt: Hm?

Nagoriyuki: My name. It's Nagoriyuki, just in....case you were wondering.

Elphelt: (Stares at her Boyfriend For a Brief Second Before Smiling Brightly) What lovely name you got there, my dear darling-

Nagoriyuki: Rehearsal?

Elphelt: RIGHT! RIGHT! GOTTA RUN! LOVE YOU, BYEEEEEE!~

Elphelt finally zips herself out of here, leaving the samurai to lonesome once more.

Nagoriyuki: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Taking a Sip of his Cup of Tea) What am I going to do with that adorably obnoxious rascal.....

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jojolymes · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; thirty

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THROUGHOUT the entirety of the Steel Ball Run race, Thunderstruck had never reared up. Not once. No matter how terrible of a rider you had been (mediocre now, at best), she had surprisingly not thrown you off that way. Sure, you had taken care of her since Robert had first bought her but you knew better than to assume your bond with her would ensure your success. Yet, so far, you had managed to get through the first three stages without incident. Until now.

You landed hard on your back and shoulder, shutting your eyes tight as you groaned. Your hands flew to your side, putting pressure on your wound while biting your lip hard. Thunder squealed, long and loud, pawing in the air with her forelegs. When you opened your eyes, Thunder was coming back down, her hooves hitting the ground with a dull thump. You didn't think to move, even when you locked eyes with Hot Pants who held his lighter threateningly in your direction for a moment before turning it towards Johnny.

"Whaat?! What's happening?!" screeched Gyro as liquid shot out of the lighter, covering both of Johnny's eyes, "my... my left arm! It's shrinking!" You looked over and watched with horror as Gyro's arm was shrunken down to the bone. You backed away, kicking dirt up as you did so, narrowly missing the liquid that Hot Pants had shot at you. He didn't seem to see you as much of a threat though and shot more liquid in Gyro's face as he screamed.

"I-Iron Maiden!" you sputtered as your stand flickered weakly beside you. You grimaced when you saw her barely corporeal form from the corner of your eye. It didn't seem like you would be much help, especially with your now aching wound. You hoped that it hadn't somehow gotten worse or reopened under the bandages. Considering Iron Maiden's inability to fully appear, you were sure that your wound hadn't closed right when she tried to heal you.

Still, you'd have to try and fight Hot Pants regardless.

You stumbled to your feet, throwing yourself at Hot Pants just as Gyro hit Hot Pants' spine with one of his spinning steel balls. Hot Pants' arms crossed over the other just as you landed on him, his lighter bouncing out of his hands. He didn't seem enthused to have you holding him down, eyes darkening as Iron Maiden appeared beside you, magnetizing Hot Pants' to the ground below.

"Johnny! Now! Shoot! I've locked both of his arms! He can't move his arms! But it'll only last two seconds!" Gyro yelled, seemingly unaware that you had tackled Hot Pants away from him. Or rather, maybe he had just been disregarding it. You looked back over at Johnny, his eyes still covered in the substance. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw his hand pointed at you.

"Hurry up and shoot! I've distanced myself from him! I... my breathing's going to stop soon!" Your eyes were trained on Johnny, momentarily forgetting that you were holding Hot Pants down. In your hesitation, you had failed to notice Hot Pants reaching for his lighter, Iron Maiden fading away beside you. But you were too focused on the threat of Johnny's nail bullets. Just as you opened your mouth to tell Johnny you were holding Hot Pants down, he spoke instead.

"Listen! There was a bullet wound on the cow! It was already dead! It wasn't us! We don't carry guns because we don't need them!" Johnny shouted, just as Hot Pants' grabbed his lighter, making enough of a sound for Johnny to aim at his hand. You watched the bullet hit the dirt next to Hot Pants' hand, sending a puff of it into the air. You looked down, meeting Hot Pants' hardened glare. You went to summon Iron Maiden again but only felt her ghost touches instead of seeing her actual form.

"And the wound on its flesh was from a large caliber. It doesn't match that hole! Check it if you'd like!" You ignored the fear in the back of your mind at the thought of getting shot by Johnny and instead placed your hands on Hot Pants' shoulders, pushing them down with your entire body weight as he weakly fought back. Whatever Gyro had definitely helped with that. Still, Hot Pants shifted his body, making you shift your hips. That itself didn't seem to help you because suddenly, your side was aching again.

"For fuck's sake, just shoot him, Johnny! I can't even scratch this shit off!" Just as the words left Gyro's almost entirely covered mouth, the liquid evaporated into thin air. Gyro's arm went back to normal as he heaved, readying a steel ball as he sat up to stare at you and Hot Pants. You looked over at him and then back at Johnny whose eyes had cleared up from the liquid as well. After a beat of silence, you scrambled off of Hot Pants, hand glued to your side as he stood up. You met his eyes once more, backing away when he gave a pointed look at where your wound was.

"True," Hot Pants began, placing his lighter in the holster on his belt, "what an odd trio... but you did eat the meat. You ate my cow. So I'm not going to apologize." You didn't say anything and watched as he turned around and hopped onto his horse, looking back over his shoulder at you for a moment. For some reason, your cheeks flushed a tad. Well, you had been on top of him after all.

"Geez, cocky bastard. The coyotes are the ones that ate most of it!" Gyro grumbled, rubbing at the side of his face with a knot in his brow. You didn't say anything in response to that even when Thunderstruck made her way back beside you, whinnying softly. You smiled at her under your bandana, patting her neck before stepping back and hopping onto her saddle. She whinnied again as if to apologize for throwing you off which made you smile even wider.

"Wait! Where did you acquire that stand ability?!" Johnny called suddenly, making Hot Pants stop in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at the three of you which Johnny took as a sign to continue.

"Was it in the desert in Arizona? During the second stage? The Devil's Palm?"

"... Not that I'm really interested but... are there others like that?"

"Well... we don't know... not a clue really." Hot Pants gave a contemplative hum and then turned back around, riding off down the path. Johnny stared after Hot Pants for a while as Gyro got back onto Valkyrie who gave a soft huff from beside you and Thunderstruck. Hot Pants was still trotting not too far from you all when Gyro piped up.

"I would have shot him. He could have been trying to trick us," Gyro began, looking over at you and pausing before looking over at Johnny, "what if he was a liar?" Your blood ran cold at the insinuation. Johnny seemed to catch on but made no attempt to correct him and kept looking at Hot Pants after looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"We could have been toast, but it doesn't seem like Hot Pants knows anything about the corpse. He doesn't seem to be an enemy. Not a terrorist or from the government."

"Maybe! But one thing's for sure... that I hate his guts... Hot Pants."

You didn't need to know that Gyro was looking over at you. You could feel his eyes on you and then he looked at Johnny again, starting to talk to him about some idiotic Corpse part information you didn't want to hear. Hell, you knew that didn't want you to hear it. Ever since they found out that you were a woman, it seemed as though you didn't need to know anymore. To them, you were not important enough to hear about it.

Well, that was great for them— you didn't want to hear any more about the corpse or their poorly hidden emotions about you. It was enough. If they hated Hot Pants and you that much, maybe you'd just go off with Hot Pants. The hand that you had unconsciously brought to your side dug into the bandages as you grit your teeth. There was just no more grinning and bearing it. Terrorist or not, you were leaving with Hot Pants and if he didn't want you with him, then you'd just use him as an excuse.

"Kansas it is then... the next corpse part-"

"I'm leaving."

You kept your eyes on the path in front of you, hands shaking as you tried to keep your voice steady. For a moment, all you heard was the leaves and the soft chirping of birds. But despite it all, it was still too quiet for you. Despite your initial protests, you turned Thunder around and looked at Johnny and Gyro who had stopped in the midst of the conversation to look at you. Their silence was unsettling and for some inexplicable reason, you took off your hat and then pulled down your bandana.

"You guys are... fed up with me, I can tell," you began, pushing back all the words that you really wanted to say to the back of your mind. For some reason, they didn't feel right to say. You weren't sure why, yet, you continued anyway. "I'm sorry but I think it's just for the best if I go. I think I'm just going to... I'm going to go with Hot Pants. He seems nice enough." You turned your gaze down to your hands, shaking as they were wrapped around the reins.

"So that's it?"

You didn't look up but you knew it was Johnny. You could already picture the scowl on his lips.

"Yeah, that's... it."

You heard Gyro scoff and you knew he was probably rolling his eyes.

"Go ahead then! Go have fun with that asshole!"

You grit your teeth but turned back around, pulling your bandana back over your mouth and placing the hat back over your head while adjusting your hair under it like you always did. You squeezed Thunder's midsection with your calves, sending her forward while the usual mumbling that Johnny and Gyro shared started up again behind you. You ignored it until all you heard again was chirping and rustling.

There was a part of your brain that had relished in your sudden freedom from Johnny and Gyro's nonsense. Your heart raced with adrenaline, knowing you had probably gotten the drop on them. Although you hadn't had the last word, it still felt good to know that you were finally getting away from them. It had been long enough. Yet, another part screamed with the knowledge that you had so much more to say.

You wanted to scream and thrash around until they finally listened to you. Until they acknowledged all their wrongdoings. The eleven days you had spent with them after your revelation had been torture and all you wanted was for them to feel even just a sliver of that same pain. It wasn't fair. But there was another part of you—one that you didn't want to acknowledge— that felt ashamed.

You knew you should have told them you were a woman long ago, back during the second stage. Even the third stage would have been better. You knew you should have told them but you also knew that your fear had been paralyzing, leaving you incapable of doing much more than crying every time you were in the slightest hint of danger. You would have never been able to if it wasn't for your time in the mountain town during the third stage.

Now, in the fourth stage, there wasn't much else you could do but leave and try not to think about all the time you had spent with them. You had spent a greater half of a month with them, 30240 minutes worth of your time racing, laughing, eating, and sleeping right beside them. Soon, it would just be you and Thunder fighting through the ranks with no one beside you. Because, really, there was no way you'd catch up with Hot Pants and there was no way he'd let you tag along with him.

"Oh, it's you."

You perked up, eyes widening as Hot Pants sat in front of you, tilting his head to the side just slightly. You flushed, hoping that it didn't look like you were on the verge of tears after ditching your asshole companions. You scrambled to say something but you found that there was little you could find to say and reserved yourself to looking down at your lap to try and compose yourself before saying anything.

"Um... yes, I hope that's not a problem," you replied, keeping your gaze low, but not low enough for you to miss the rope that hung off of Hot Pants' saddle bag. There was a beat of silence where you took the opportunity to look up at Hot Pants who seemed to be scanning your abdomen again from afar, lingering on the bump on your side.

"No. None at all," Hot Pants added, looking away from your wound, sighing softly but in such a way that you didn't feel like shit as a result, "you didn't eat any meat off my cow. Your scumbag friends had it coming though." You laughed a little, replaying Gyro's expression after the fight in your head a few times.

"Well, you can blame those same scumbags for me not eating any," you huffed, slumping in your saddle as Hot Pants' tilted his head again; He seemed a little miffed a first but nodded after a while, mirroring your posture on his own saddle.

"You ditch them?"

"Yeah. Been thinking about it for a bit."

"Good."

Neither of you made a move, sitting in some more silence until you finally decided that now was the best time to ask. Hopefully, Hot Pants would agree to let you join him until you got to town. Sure, he seemed a little dangerous at times but if this interaction had anything to show for it, then Hot Pants was only a danger to anyone who instigated fights with him. Thankfully, you had been a rather pacifistic person.

"Say-"

"Hey-"

"Oh, you first," you sputtered, nodding at Hot Pants for him to continue his sentence. Hot Pants got closer, eyeing your wound for the millionth time. Yet, he still had nothing to say about it. Instead, he turned to look at all your surroundings, eyes narrowing when his eyes fell upon a certain tree.

"Have you noticed anything about your surroundings at all?" Hot Pants asked, looking at you from the corner of her eyes before continuing to look around at the birch wood forest. You raised a brow— had something happened and had you missed it? You had zoned out half the time you were riding and at that moment, you weren't even sure how long it had been since you had left Johnny and Gyro. Minutes? Hours? It was impossible to tell.

"N-No," you answered wearily, now looking around as well. There was birch everywhere, every inch of the forest looked practically identical. It was hard to figure out where you were going when you had such a pervading inner turmoil. You locked eyes with Hot Pants, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that was running rampant with the fact that Hot Pants' face was a little feminine for a man. You found that you didn't mind it one bit.

"Alright," Hot Pants began, sitting up straight in his saddle as he scanned the horizon, "follow me and keep an eye out for any carvings in the trees. It seems like your... those riders are smarter than they look." You nodded, patting Thunder as he trotted forward, following behind Hot Pants as he started heading down the path. As you both made your way through the forest, you noticed a few rather important details that you were sure Hot Pants had noticed too.

First, there were the incredibly impressive amount of plums that messed with the compass Hot Pants had pulled out. Iron Maiden still seemed to be recovering and ended up being no help either. Second, there was the cow that Hot Pants had started the fight over. It was only on this second time seeing it that you actually noticed the gun wound, rather than the first time. Third, there was the abandoned-looking cabin that made you feel terribly uneasy every time you passed it.

It was these three things that you would see over and over for a good thirty minutes. At first, you had made a bit of conversation about them, trying to avoid the fact that Hot Pants seemed focused on the wound on your side half the time he looked at you. You were starting to consider just showing it to him so that he would stop. But then again, you were afraid to see what the real damage was. Plus, you weren't sure how to explain it considering the wound was self-inflicted, although in an attempt to save yourself.

After a few loops around the forest, you both stopped near the cabin, the chimney now smoking. It seemed the cabin wasn't as abandoned as you thought. Your eyes were glued to the cabin, that is until you heard far-too-familiar voices. You grimaced before you looked over through the trees, spotting Johnny and Gyro who looked back at you with some initial state of shock that devolved into glares.

"Are you lost too? How many times has it happened?" Hot Pants asked from beside you, leaning back a bit to look at them from behind your back. Gyro looked like he was about to lose all his senses, his nose crinkled below his knotted brow. His blond hair was glued to his face from buckets of sweat. You could see his hands curl into fists around Valkyrie's reins until he finally blew it, leaning past Johnny to point at you and Hot Pants.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

#palominosbr #steel ball run #sbr #jojo #jjba x reader #johnny joestar x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #hot pants x reader #diego brando x reader

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cambria-writes · 2 years ago

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ETA 27 Nov 2022: it has taken me literally weeks to realize that this is chapter thirteen, that i posted as chapter twelve, and that there’s a whole almost 4K words missing between this and the chapter i posted before it. i cannot express how much of an utter fucking buffoon i feel like please forgive me oh my god

hello! i think i proofread this, but as i mentioned before I wrote all of this in a trance after a really shit day so. honestly who knows.

i actually. i'm super insecure about this and i really don't. i don't know man. i'm trying not to make reader a mary-sue but i'm also fighting tooth and nail with myself about the fact that it wouldn't matter even if she was. my inner demons are bitches fr. send help

if i'm totally real i might. i might rewrite this and shove a few things into the next chapter. i don't know. i don't know!!

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated individually warnings: swearing, bleading, minor injuries, author was dissociated while writing basically, pacing is off the charts word count: 4,481

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The silence in the RV is practically deafening. Your skin feels too tight and your head feels full of cotton. It’s hard to think past the anxiety of it. For years, now, you’ve had to deal with nightmares, visions and horrifying knowledge that wouldn’t be believed. Years of being made to feel like Cassandra; bringer of prophecy and never believed. You’ve had to watch people die over and over again, without any ability to do anything about it.

You haven’t had much time to stop and think about why you have powers now in the first place. It’s connected to Eleven opening the gate in ‘83, that much you know. Well, you assume. The timing is a little bit too convenient for these things not to be connected.

What you’re not sure about is why all of a sudden you can do things now, instead of just having to spectate. You’re filtering through the events that you remember seeing, but nothing matches up with the timing. Nothing happened right before the night you first plane shifted. Even Chrissy was… even that was after.

A part of you wants to believe it’s just a reactionary thing; maybe some part of you is connected to the Upside Down, maybe it’s just nature providing its new predator with a foil. When you sigh, a hand comes down on your shoulder. You’re sat on the ground between Eddie’s legs; you don’t need to look up to know he’s wanting to ask what’s wrong. You shake your head and wave him off.

You’re overthinking things again.

When Steve hits the brakes on the RV, you slowly get up and follow Lucas, Erica and Sam to the door. You stop on the last step and look out at the house in front of you.

“Well that’s… that looks safe.”

Lucas snorts and Max turns around to look at you.

“Welcome to Creel Manor,” Max says, extending an arm out towards the run down building.

“Wait,” you say, when the three are about to walk off into the house. You reach out to grab Lucas’ hand and put your handgun, grip first, into it. “The safety’s already off, so be careful. Just…” You look from Lucas’ shocked face to the house, behind you to the RV, and back to the boy in front of you. “Anyone show up, aim for the legs, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees, quietly, looking from the gun back to you. “Enough people dead already, right?”

When you give him a pat on the shoulder, the thought comes to you. You run back in to tell Steve to wait for you for just a second, grab one of the soda’s from your designated pack by Eddie’s feet, and run back out, past the kids, straight to the front door.

“Hey, what are you—” Erica starts, but you hiss at the lot of them.

“Shut up, I need to focus.”

You use the corroded knob on the front door to pop open the soda and chug it as fast as you can. It burns the entire way down, and when the bottle is empty you feel like you’re five seconds away from regurgitating it all back up. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, and place your hand on the panels covering what you know is a stained glass window underneath.

You have no idea if this is going to work. You know this is at least an eighth level spell, and you have no way of knowing what can or can’t work with you. You’ve used different schools so far—alteration, divination, necromantic—so there’s no real way to know for sure.

Nevertheless, you close your eyes, try your best to develop a mental image of the front porch you’re standing on, and take one last deep breath.

On the exhale, you whisper something low enough that you know that no one else could've possibly heard you.

Immediately, the wooden panel under your hand splits, and you can hear the bushes around the porch rustle. You can hear the three kids calling after you behind you, mostly panicked. When you pull you hand away from the door and look at your palm, there’s a small gash where the splintered wood cut the skin open.

You ball your hand into a fist and wipe the blood from your nose before turning around. You toss the empty bottle into the bushes and ignore Lucas and Erica in favour of walking up to Max.

“Remember what I said at the lake,” you say, sternly, clenching your jaw against the headache pounding behind your eyes. “You’re not responsible for this. It’s not your job to fix this alone.”

“Yeah,” Max breathe, nodding shortly.

You bite your lips and nod once before running back up and in to the RV. Steve speeds off before the door even shuts behind you, and Eddie is right there, grabbing you by the shoulders with a force that startles.

“What the hell was that?”

“Contingency,” you say quietly, slowly reaching up to pull his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t have to think about or do everything, but I can at least give myself a plan B.”

“And what’s your plan B, exactly?” You hear Robin ask. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Nancy before looking back up at Eddie. You let him reach up to swipe a thumb over your upper lip.

“Evac.”

“Okay,” Nancy starts, pushing herself away from the front seats to look back at the rest of you. “I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” Robin says, voice calm and low. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna,”Steve says, hands on his hips. “He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”

Nancy nods. “Phase three?”

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.”

“And if anything goes wrong?” Nancy prompts, and you raise your hand from behind Eddie.

“I plane shift them back, we take the bikes and meet up with Erica.”

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambé.” Robin says, holding up one of the Molotovs.

“Nobody moves onto the phase phase until we’ve all copied,” Nancy starts, before looking pointedly at you. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

You just nod while the rest voice their confirmation and swallow thickly. It’s obvious she knows you’ve got a plan no one else is involved in, and she seems adamant in letting you know not to resort to it.

And you can’t make promise like that. Not for this.

When everyone moves for their gear, after you’ve picked up your bag from the floor, you grab Eddie by the arm and hold him back.

“Hey, you trust me, right?” You ask, letting your hand slide down to his once he’s stopped to turn around to face you. He frowns but nods once.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, sounding unsure. “Yeah, of course. Why…”

You take a second to bite your lip. “Word of Recall,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand. “That’s what I used. Just… just in case.”

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Steve calls out, poking his head in through the door. “We’re on a time crunch here guys.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize quickly, dropping Eddie’s hand and bolting before he can say anything. You pull your bag around to your front and rummage through the contents to grab a switch knife and tuck it into your right front pocket.

Inside the trailer, you move past the gate and head straight for the bathroom.

“Hey, I get that this is really stressful and we probably won’t be able to use the bathroom in a while but,” Robin starts, following you and pausing in the doorway.

Your hand is deep under the sink’s cabinet, reaching for the two cans of hairspray you know are tucked in there.

“Okay now I’m even more confused.”

While you stuff the cans into your bag, you pull out a zippo with your free hand.

“They hate fire,” you explain shortly, tugging harshly on the bag’s ties before getting up on the floor. “I know it’s not part of the Grand Plan or whatever but honestly I’d rather be safe.”

Robin just stands there and looks at you for a second before shrugging her shoulders. “Suit yourself, as long as you don’t blow yourself up.”

Thankfully, going through the gate doesn’t bring or induce anything awful this time. When Nancy and Robin pull you up to your feet after dropping in, you stand to the side just to listen. Your head stays blissfully free of any lich telepathy. You glance quickly over at Nancy, who’s grabbing the weapons Eddie’s throwing up through the gate, and can’t help but wonder.

You shake the thoughts out of your head and, once everyone and everything is through safely, you head out the door, behind Dustin. Eddie’s just put his hand at your lower back when Steve turns around.

“Hey, guys, listen” he calls out, making his way back over to the three of you. He points at you. “If things here start to go south—”

“Abort, take them back,” you finish for him, heaving your back higher up on your shoulder. “We’ve been through that, I know.”

“Right. Just, draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two, and we’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or, be a hero or something.” You notice how Steve seems to be looking more intently at Dustin, now. “You guys are just—”

“Decoys,” Dustin interrupts. “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.” You can’T help but snort.

‘Absolutely, I mean,” Eddie continues, and vaguely gestures at the three of you. “Look at us. We are not heroes.”

Steve looks pointedly at you again and you put your hands up.

“Hey, I’m not a hero either man, I’m just the party cleric.”

Steve looks entirely unconvinced, though that might just be the nerves showing. He nods, and moves to walk away, but Eddie takes a step forward and calls out to him. He looks back at Dustin, then over his other shoulder to you, before saying, “Make him pay.”

Red lightning strikes immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You flinch at the sound, immediately followed by yelp when you feel something at your elbow.

“Hey, sorry,” Dustin says, leaning away and putting his hand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Come on,” you say a little louder, tapping Dustin’s arms and moving towards one of the other trailers. “Time to set up.”

While Eddie and Dustin go through the Munson trailer to get the amp, wires and his beloved Warlock, you busy yourself with getting the ladder. You prop it up against the side of the trailer as best you can so it won’t be too wobbly, and make your way onto the roof. You let your bag drop and give a few thumps with your feet. When you hear Dustin shouting, you smirk and move to grab the length of rope you’d stashed in your bag. You work to loop part of it around your waist and tie it as tightly as you can manage, sit just beyond the ladder, and toss the rest of the rope down.

The front door makes you jump when it slams open, and you sigh when you hear Dustin whooping.

“You ready for the most metal concert ever?!”

“I would’ve rather be at the Hideout to hear Eddie play for the first time but I guess this fuckin’ works,” you return, leaning back on your hands. “Hurry up losers, we’re wasting daylight.”

“Yeah, calm your tits, woman,” Eddie grumbles, hitching the amp higher in his arms. “Isn’t even any daylight in this place anyways.”

When they’re up next to the ladder, Dustin carefully ties the handle of the amp before making his way up the ladder. Slowly, the two of you pull the amp up along the ladder. You scoot back as much as you can while Dustin grabs the thing and heaves it up onto the roof. The larger amps nearly make you slide off the edge of the roof, but after the second one, the other two don’t feel as heavy.

“You’re good!” You call out to Eddie, quickly untying the rope from your waist. You’re about to just toss it to the side, but quickly ball it up and toss it back into your bag.

Eddie tosses the aux cords up first, then the spears. He goes back down to get the makeshift shield and, when he’s high enough up on the ladder, pulls the guitar from his back and passes it over into your waiting hands.

“You find the generator?” You ask, passing the guitar off the Dusting, who carey gingerly leans it up against the amp.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute to get it running,” Eddie says, strained, before letting himself slide back down the ladder. You cross you arms and worry at your lower lip while you start to pace.

“So,” Dustin starts, and when you look over at him he’s got his hands behind his back and is rocking back and forth on his feet. “How long have you and Eddie been a thing?”

Though you do your best impression of a blank stare, you feel your stomach drop and your heart leap into your throat.

“What?” He whines, easing his back and forth swaying and brings his arms in front of his to gesture at you. “Have you seen the two of you?”

“Bullshit,” you spit, leaning down to grab your bag. “He’s like that with everyone. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in like, three years. We barely know each other.”

“Uh huh,” Dustin nods, and you groan when he looks entirely unconvinced and very much like a little shit. “Look, I’m just saying! He doesn’t look at us that way!”

“Look at you in what way, dude? He looks at me with eyes and a face like a normal human.”

“He looks at you,” Dustin starts again, lowering his voice and walking up to you. “Like you’re a ghost he never thought he’d see again.”

You scoff and turn your head away. “Yeah well, he’s not wrong.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means we’re different, kid,” you say quietly, pulling out a hand to inspect your suddenly very interesting nails. “A lot has happened since ‘83. Maybe he’s the same, but I’m not.”

“No, you’re right.” And the shock of his agreement has you looking back at Dusting. “I mean, a lot has happened in three years, sure. And yeah, I mean look at you, you’ve got legit superpowers now.”

“And massive trauma from seeing people die all the time.”

“And massive trauma fr—wait. You saw people die?”

You turn away again and run a hand down your face.

“Yeah. Yeah I did. I saw Nancy’s friend get caught by a demogorgon. Some scientist at the lab. Bob, all the people that got turned into—into goop. Fucking, Billy.” You take in a stuttering breath. Somewhere not too far away you hear Eddie swearing before the sound of a generator starting drowns him out. “Any time someone died because of the Upside Down, I was there. I saw it.”

“Shit,” Dustin whispers.

“Yeah. Shit.”

The sound of the generator cuts out, and Eddie’s is audible again. You exhale sharply through your nose and turn back to face Dustin.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Uh,” Dustin takes a step back and frowns. “That depends entirely on what the promise is.”

You lick your lips and point at him. “No matter what happens, okay,” you start, pointing down at your bag. “And I don’t give a flying but about Wheeler’s plan. No matter what happens, once we get out of here, I need you to distract Eddie for me.”

“What, why would you—”

“I’m expecting an answer, Henderson, not an interrogation. Will you or won’t you?”

The frown stays on his face a second longer before realization takes over his features. Not a good kind of realization.

“When you were talking about evac,” he starts slowly, first turning to walk away before turning back to point at you. “You were talking about Max.”

“Dustin,” you warn, voice low.

“You were. You’re actually thinking about trying to be a hero.”

“I’m not! I’m just, this is stupid!”

“What’s stupid now?” Eddie calls from the ground, and no sooner you turn around to face the ladder does an extension cord come flying over the edge. You and Dustin both stand by and watch it slowly slide back over the edge. “Seriously guys, hello?”

Dustin moves first to kneel at and look over the edge. You huff and make yourself useful and start plugging up the amps and the guitar. Once Dustin manages to grab the extension cord—after several almost-hilarious failures—it’s a quick fix to get the amps plugged in.

You barely have a second to breathe before the walking crackles to life.

“She’s in, move on to phase three.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to Eddie while Dustin confirms. “Remember, no funny business. THe bats show up, we go in, and we get the fuck out of here.”

“And if shit hits the fan, we’ve got you,” Eddie confirms, surprising you by pulling you to him with a hand behind your neck, and knocking your foreheads together. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”

You almost laugh and slowly take a few steps back when he lets you go. Dustin walks up next to you after turning the amps up as far as they’ll go, and nudges you with an elbow. You smack him upside the head with a scowl in return. Eddie whispers something you don’t quite catch when he rips the guitar pick from around his neck, and starts to play.

Your whispered ‘what the fuck’ is lost in the opening bars of Master of Puppets. Next to you, Dustin seems to appreciate Eddie’s performance, but you can’t help the slack-jawed, shocked look you know is on your face. That song came out barely three weeks ago.

Dustin smacks you in the arm, looking absolutely delighted while bobbing his head to the song. You frown and nod—yeah this is. For a once man show in hell surrounded by murderous everything, this really… this really isn’t that bad.

It’s not too long after, once Dustin’s taken a look through his binoculars, that the countdown starts. You throw your bag over your shoulder and run for the edge of the roof where you know a truck is parked and hop down. You can barely hear Dustin calling out for ten seconds by the time you’ve opened the door beyond the fence. You hear the clatter of the guitar against the roof and usher the two of them in through the fence. By the time you slam the door shut behind you and the three of you are in the trailer, you’re lightheaded from holding your breath.

Slumped against the door, you can help but chuckle when both Dustin and Eddie start jumping up and down like excited kids. Though you’re glad they’re capable of having a good time about this, you really wish adrenaline could have the same effect on you.

You really just feel like vomiting, and the sound of a swarm of shrieking bats outside isn’t making things any easier.

When you hear the tell-tale thump of bats landing on the roof, while Eddie and Dustin move to stand back to back just underneath the gate, you once again move past them to the bathroom. Reach under the sink, and pull… three? Alright, cool, three more cans of hairspray. You drop them onto the mattress when you walk back out, and grab the two from your bag to throw them down too. You pause from where you’re sitting on the mattress, looking up and Eddie and Dustin. Eddie shrugs, just as confused when the trailer goes silent.

“Hey dipshits!” Dustin screams, and you’re shocked at how guttural it sounds. “Give up that easy huh?!”

“Dude shut up!” You whisper harshly, fishing for the lighter in your jacket

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks, but before Dustin can say anything else there’s a thump on the roof,

And another. And the thumps are headed in… a specific direction?

Spray in one and and lighter in the other, you slowly follow Eddie and Dustin as they make their ways toward—

“Tell me that’s not a fucking vent,” you whisper, nudging Eddie.

“They can’t come in through there, can they?” Dustin asks. And you’re about to berate him for saying possibly the worst thing he could say in this situation when the plastic cover comes flying off.

You shove post Eddie and Dustin out of the way, flick your lighter and start spraying.

The fire and heat shock you, but clearly not more than it shocked the bat who stuck it’s stupid little head inside.

“Get out of the way!” Eddie shouts behind you, and though you back up a little, you keep the fire going until you realize what he’s.

Eddie hops on the chair he slides over, hops on and jams the shield right into the ceiling. When it’s been quiet for a second, you let out a breathy laugh.

“Would you look at that, the nails didn’t pop out.” You turn when the two high five each other, but frown and wave them down. “Wait hold up.”

“Are there any other vents?” Dustin asks, and Eddie doesn’t even say a word before he takes off for the other end of the trailer.

You stay stock still under the gate, fingers gripping the can and lighter with sore fingers. You give yourself a moment to close your eyes in resignation when you hear a swarm of bats burst in through Eddie’s bedroom.

“Come on!” You scream, motioning wildly at Dustin to get up and through the gate. “Get up there!” He swears the entire way to you, through the gate, and when he finally stands up on the other side, relatively safe and sound. You quickly grab your bag and scoop the hairspray back into it.

“Leave that shit here!” Eddie yells, spear and second shield aimed at the slowly splintering door. “Get up there!”

Tie the bag firmly shut and bring it to your front, pocket your lighter and jump up as high as you can to grip the rope. Just as unpleasant the third time around. You’re rolling off the mattress, clutching your bag for dear life and briefly wondering what the tipping point is for a glass bottle of soda to explode, when you notice Dustin’s shouting getting desperate.

You scramble to your feet and trip over the mattress. When you look up,Eddie’s barely made it halfway up.

And he’s just hanging there.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin pleads, and the look on Eddie’s face makes your blood run cold.

“Eddie,” you whine, grabbing the rope with one hand. “Edward Munson, I swear—”

“On your dad’s Elvis vinyl collection, I know,” he says quietly. But nevertheless, he lets himself drop back down and while Dustin is shrieking, Eddie.

Eddie cuts the god damn fucking rope.

“No,” you growl. “No, no no no, no that lying piece of fuckign shit. Dustin, stop,” you call out, walking over and pulling him away from the table.

“What are you talking about, Eddie’s—”

“Eddie’s lucky he has a fucking plane shifting friend is what he is!” You shout, shoving Dustin toward the trailer door. “Go meet up with Erica, and don’t get caught. I’ll get us both back in one piece.”

“But—”

“Go!”

You’re fuming. Absolutely raging. You let yourself pace for a second before closing your eyes.

Your stomach drops. Your breath gets caught.

And for a wonderful fraction of a second, there’s no sound.

And then it’s right back into the shrieking swarm of bats. And though you’re almost loathe to recognize it, you were right.

None of them come even close to touching you as the few stragglers left in the trailer fly out the door. You run out the door after them just in time to see Eddie pull a bike up off the ground.

“Eddie, you son of a bitch!” You scream, barrelling into him to knock you both down to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Saving your stupid fucking idiotic traitor ass!” You shout back, awkwardly shimmying the bag off. “They can’t get me but they can get you, god, fuck, why did you do that,” you grind out between grit teeth, looming over Eddie with both hands braced on either side of his head to keep you up.

You feel the brush of sharp wings and serrated tails on your back as the bats swarm around you, until you don’t. A quick glance to either side of you confirms that the bats are, in fact, trying to get to Eddie by crawling on the ground. You don’t even have time to question why the hell they’re so intent on him.

Eddie shoves you off as gently as you figure someone can manage in this kind of situation, and immediately reaches into your bag to grab a can of hairspray. You lunge for the bag on the ground and dump everything. Pull the switchblade out and cut a few inches of rope and unravel it.

Pull out your lighter.

Flick it on. Carefully tie the rope around to keep the switch depressed and release.

Put the lighter down on the ground in front of you and reach for the hairspray.

Tie the rest of the rope down the length of the can to make sure the nozzle keeps spraying.

When you put it next to the lighter, it’s close enough to catch fire.

You stumble back up on your feet and snatch the bottle of soda. By the time you have your free on Eddie’s shoulder to pull him back, he’s got the bats flying back up in the air, a column of fire keeping most of them away.

“Count down to one for me,” you say, popping open the bottle of soda with your teeth. There’s a quick shot of pain before you take another swig, and you know you’ve chipped a tooth. “From five!”

“What the hell am I counting down to?” Eddie asks over his shoulder at you.

“Do you trust me or not?”

You can see Eddie twisting his tongue.

“Five.”

You close your eyes and take another swig of the soda.

“Four.”

Dry bushes, rotten wood, covered stained glass.

“Three, and this better be good cause I’m running out!”

You take a deep breath and think about derelict manors..

“Two!”

“Cut the fire.”

“What?!”

“You were supposed to say one,” you whisper. “Ravenloft.”

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skinnydippingsmile · 2 years ago

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Peaky Blinders snippet

Thomas Shelby meets Zelda at the fair, trying to forget his past relationship with my mc- Mariana

A take on what Tommy and Zelda’s meeting could have been like

"Feeling lucky today boys?" A girl asked, approaching us with a smile

She was a gypsy girl through and through

With dark hair half pinned up, hoops dangling from her ears and a seductive look in her eye

She was trained to bring in customers, that was obvious.

"Maybe, why?" Freddie grinned

"We have a competition going, throw that bag over there the furthest and you win, and with big arms like you boys, I doubt you'll have any trouble" she said, running her ringed hand up my arm

She was good, I'll give her that

Distracting with her charm and smile

But it takes a kidder to know one

"No thanks, we're not here to play games" I said

She shrugged

"Fine, be a spoilsport" she teased, before slipping between the two of us to leave.

But I grabbed her arm, stopping her

"I'll have my cigarettes back though" I said, receiving a glare from her

She held her ground, before realising I wasn't messing around, and pulling them from her top

"Fine" she said, handing them over

Before leaving once again

"She's... something" Freddie commented, watching her leave

"Yeah, untrained" I said, she wasn't subtle at all.

But as I put my cigarettes back into my pocket, I looked down and realised

I had been played

She had taken my fucking pocket watch

The one Mar bought me.

"Where is she?" I asked, looking behind us

That was her ploy then, when you steal something and someone catches you, they don't assume you've stolen anything else

People always stop at one, they always have the confidence they caught a thief early.

"Uh, left at the horses, why?" Freddie asked

"She took my fucking watch" I said, going after her

I rushed down the direction she went, catching sight of her at the end of a row of stalls, before she looked back and caught on that I had realised.

She raced off, so I chased her

She hopped the gate out of the field and into another one, so I followed her, down a hill and across a small wooden bridge before I finally caught her

And pinned her against a large tree

She smiled at me, trying to catch her breath

"You're fast, for a townie" she laughed

"I'm not a townie" I said

I was Romani, like my mother.

I'd grew up on the road, in these fields, I knew how to scam someone and I knew how to deal with scammers.

"Give it back" I said

"Or what?" She asked

"Give it back" I demanded

"It's just a watch, what makes it so special?" She chuckled, pulling it out of her top, I reached to grab it but she held it up over her head

"Not so fast, what's it worth?" She asked

"Not a lot" I lied

"Must be for you to want it back so much" she said

"I don't like being stolen from" I said.

"And I don't like being chased" she smiled

"Just give it, and I'll leave" I said

"Hmmm no" she smirked

"I think I'll hang onto it" she said, tucking it into her bra

"Fuck sake" I cursed.

"You want it? You get it" she said

It was clear what she wanted

She wanted to play games, she wanted to fuck and she thought she was doing a good job at seducing me

When in reality, I was just happy not to be thinking about my problems, and I wanted my watch back

So I gave her what she wanted

I grabbed the side of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss

She responded easily, grabbing onto my shoulders and kissing me back just as hard

I wasn't proud of myself right now

I felt shameful as I pushed her up against the tree and fucked her

And I tried my hardest to think of her

To think of anything.

But my mind kept going back to Mariana

The way it always fucking did

And when she finally came, I was just glad it was over

I sat down by the tree, trying to catch my breath as she sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder

I didn't want her beside me

I didn't want her to touch me

I just wanted my fucking watch back so I could leave.

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queenquinzel715 · 2 years ago

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Damaris pt.1

1,969 wc

You know those fairytales stories about the princess being locked away in a tower, and her true love saves her? Have you ever thought about why the princess is there? You see I got scared one day when three men grabbed me, and tried to pull me into the woods near my father's kingdom. When I screamed I, somehow, opened the ground causing the men to fall into fire, and I covered myself in a protective ring of fire. I tried telling my parents what happened, but they didn't listen. They kept saying this was for my own protection. Granted I was called devil's daughter, Lilith, hell's demon, along with a lot more, but I knew they were only scared of me.

Before my parents left me, they told me why I can do what I did. Apparently my father is a whore who broke the heart of a fae. He played with her heart only to cut her ears, and he left her there. As he told me this horrid act I could see pride in his eyes as his mouth sounded of regret. The day after they left the woman that supposedly cursed me showed up. At first I was worried about her being there, but after she explained she's an actual goddess that was sent to test my father for what's to come. She swore to me I was never cursed, however she did curse my father from never having children again. For that I will forever be grateful. She taught me about my ancestors, the power they all had, but when humans came the power was locked away.

While she taught me of the power I had, she would share with me what she's been through. She was called many names Mother Nature, Demeter, Terra, but her actual name is Kefira.

As I grew older I could control all the elements. What surprised us the most was, I could also overpower animals. Everything was going so well until she walked into the kitchen this morning.

"You'll be free soon, and you'll be taking over my role in this world." She softly smiles at me.

"What do you mean? You'll be back right?" I stood as I started to get worried.

"I've been teaching you how to be the balance for this world, and once your power is full I will be sent back to empyrean. Where I can relax, and watch over your wonderful work." She rests her hand on my shoulder.

"So you'll die?" I query.

"A goddess never dies, Love. I will still be able to come see you, help you, and anger you just as I do now." She laughs as I roll my eyes at her.

Since there is nothing I can do but wait, we spent our day reading different scrolls on creatures. Kefira told me when I first got locked away the creatures got tired of running, so they all came together overpowering all kingdoms. My only hope is that my kingdom still stands, but I know my parents are gone. Just by the way they treated me I just knew they'd do something wrong.

"Y/n." Kefira calls to me as she stares out the window.

As I stand next to her I watch smoke clouds come from an area in the woods. A bird flies over the trees, so I overtake it to get a better look. Flying through the camp I see many creatures, and humans. I'm drawn to a large tent in the middle of this rather large group, and as I land at the tent's opening I hear talking inside.

"We'll scope it out for now, but it looks like it's in ruin." I hear a deep voice that makes my body shiver.

"I did see smoke coming out of the tower this morning, so maybe someone is in the tower." Another voice says.

I can only assume they mean my tower, so I fly around to get more information. Sadly nothing important, so I let the bird have its body back. Once back in my body I'm in my bed with Kefira staring out of the window. I can feel the air difference, and I just know everything will change.

"Is this what you meant, but I don't understand how they found me?" I thought aloud as I walked toward Kefira.

She sighs. "I helped them a little. Please don't be upset, but your mate is in that group." She tells me.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I sit on the window sill.

"I thought you'd get scared and run away, and we all would be in trouble." She softly takes my hand. "I know it can be overwhelming, but your mate is…very interesting." She smirks like she just told a joke.

"I don't think I saw him when I was flying around." I look towards the camp.

The sun started to set as I got distracted from the music in the distance. As I listened I didn't notice a group of men coming out of the trees closest to the tower. Once I noticed them I used wind to close all the curtains, and watch them from the side of the window. They started walking toward the opening of the wall that surrounds the tower, and I did the only thing I could think of. I form a fire wall around the whole tower, causing them all to jump back. They try to find an opening, but it only causes me to push it out more.

I watch a man walk toward the group, and talk to them. He points up at the window, and the group leaves. Who is this man, and why do I want to meet him? When the others are back in the woods he looks right at me, and I'm so surprised the fire goes out. He looks at the burnt ground for a moment, then back at me before walking to the door. Cursing myself for taking all the boards down.

I take a deep breath to gather myself to go down the stairs. As I got closer to the bottom I could see his shadow moving around. I slowly walked to the kitchen doorway, and could actually see him. The fire from the fireplace showed the scars on his dark skin, and his eyepatch. The poor man was so much bigger than my small kitchen it made him hunch over, and almost hit his head on one of the beams. I couldn't help the giggle that slipped when he almost hit another one. His head snapped to me before I could move.

"H…hello." I stutter out.

He just watches me as I come into the kitchen completely. I fiddled with my fingers before walking to the cupboard, grabbing the bowl of berries, and placing them on the table.

"Would you like anything? I made it all myself." I give him a small smile as he steps toward me.

"Why aren't you running?" He questions.

"Because I know why you are here." He smirks at my answer.

"Oh really? Why?" He steps closer, caging me to the cupboard.

I lost my thoughts when I looked along his arms to his chest, but I snapped my eyes up when I realized I've been staring. His smirk turns smug when I lock eyes with him.

"What is your name?" I ask innocently.

"Damaris, and yours?" He leans his face closer almost to my neck.

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

Once I say my last name his whole body tenses up, and he slowly brings his face to mine, staring harshly at me.

"You're the princess?" He steps back when I nod. "Of course you are.." He chuckles to himself. "Oh I love how my life turns out. First I lose my family to a tyrant of a human, I am tortured by him, even lost my eye, because he thought I glared at him! Once I actually get a piece of mind, and find my mate, she's his fucking daughter!" His voice gets louder as his rant goes on, and at this point my cheeks are like I dunk my head in water.

He begins to stumble around as he rants, so I slide towards the staircase. I'm almost halfway up when I hear his deep growl. I ran the rest of the way up the stairs. I dive on my bed, trying to hide inside the canopy, but I start to shake when I hear his heavy footsteps coming up the last of the steps. He swings the door open only to stop once he looks around.

"Have…they? Firefly, come out, I'm not going to hurt you." He asks.

I don't answer, I just stay in my shaking, huddled ball on my bed. He slowly walks toward the bed, stopping at the edge, and looks at me like he's figuring something out.

"Did they lock you in here?" When I don't answer he sighs deeply. "Answer me please."

"Just leave." I say while in my ball at the corner of my bed.

He turns around, surprising me when he sits on the bed. We sit in silence for a great moment, and he just stays there. I slowly move towards him until I'm sitting close to his back.

"I was fourteen when these men tried to take me into the woods, to do Gods only knows, but I somehow opened the ground that had a fire pit at the bottom. I covered myself in a ring of fire that didn't go away until I saw my mother. My parents locked me here, and I haven't seen them since." I just feel he should know.

" They told everyone you were taken by a Fae, and caused the war against the creatures. Granted, for years we were poisoned to make our power and strength to weaken, but when they said a fae would take a child just tipped the scale." He looks down.

"I knew they did something wrong when the war started." I pause. "Damaris I'm so sorry for what my family has done, and I completely understand if you want to reject me." I could feel my heart stop a couple beats just for saying that.

His head snapped to mine.

"You are mine, and I won't leave you here."

I jumped onto his lap before I could stop myself. I rub my nose in his neck as his hands rests on my hips. I lazily throw my arms around his shoulder as he nuzzles his face in my hair. I move my hand up to the back of his neck into his short hair, and lean back to look at him. As I go to kiss him an arrow comes through the window hitting the door, but Damaris has me under him before I could blink. He keeps me under him as I shake, hiding my face in his chest. We slowly pull apart as he looks around, and leans me against the bed frame.

"Stay here." He gently orders as he looks out the corner of the curtain.

I can actually see his body relax when he turns to me.

"Those are my guards. I don't know why that shot." He kisses my forehead before he stomps to the door. "I'll be back." He calls over his shoulder.

I can't believe my parents would do such a thing. How am I supposed to be mates with a man my father has caused so much pain? He said he wouldn't leave me here, but who knows if that's actually true. Parents are supposed to stay with you, but we all know how that turns out. I move to the window as Damaris storms to the group of guards I suppose.

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nadinebrooks · 2 years ago

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

He Realizes That He Likes You (Part 2)

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

I watched as she graceful swung around hand linked with Draco Malfoy. They looked like a match made in heaven. Her emerald green dress paired perfectly with his emerald bow tie.

Nothing about their relationship was hard. Even though (y/n) was a half blood, they both came from well known Slytherin families. Her mom was a very well-known Auror, and she met her dad on a mission.

I didn't think they were dating, but I wasn't so sure. I had always wanted to ask her about it, but I could never bring myself too. I wasn't one to get nervous around girls, but she kept me on the edge. I always felt like I was one step away form tumbling off a cliff whenever I was around her.

I had told myself that tonight would be the night that I talked to her. I wasn't sure how I exactly felt about her but maybe talking things out with her would help me understand my feelings. I thought that maybe she felt the same way. But then there would be times when she was constantly with Malfoy and I believed that she had feelings for him.

When I couldn't stand looking at them anymore, I decided to grab a drink and go get some air. I just needed a quiet space to sip my drink and take a couple of deep breaths.

After standing outside for a while, I decided to head back inside to grab another drink. I don't know why, but my throat was extremely dry tonight. I grabbed the drink and whipped around slamming into another body.

I instantly began apologizing reaching out towards the shorter figure to keep them from falling back onto the ground. The emerald green color looked very familiar. It felt as if my throat closed up when her eyes met mine.

"George." She hissed looking down at the huge stain on her dress. I saw tears begin to form at her eyes.

"(y/n) I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do this. Please let me make this up to you. What can I do?"

"There's nothing you can do nothing Weasley." It was Malfoy who had walked up to (y/n) and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in closer to him. I could feel the agitation and my fist clenched which Malfoy could tell because his smirk grew and he pulled (y/n) in even closer to him. "It's not like you can afford to get her another one."

"It's fine." She mumbled lightly pushing herself away from Malfoy, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom and try to clean up." She gripped her dress and pulled it up a little so she could quickly walk towards the bathroom.

Malfoy spat a couple of insults at me before walking off into the crowd. I turned around and tried to follow (y/n). I watched as she slipped into the bathroom and I followed behind her.

"George." She said in a scolding tone. "You're going to get in trouble if you stay in here. You better leave before anyone sees you."

"(y/n), I don't care." I admitted taking a couple of steps towards her. "I just need to know how you feel about me. You're with me and I think maybe you do like me and then I see you with Malfoy and then I get my feelings hurt so tell me who it is."

"George I-" she began but before I could stop myself I leaned towards her and placed a kiss on her lips. I just needed to do this at least once before I found out that she was going to choose Malfoy over me.

I was surprised when she didn't pull back. Instead she lightly grasp my shirt pulling me in closer to her. She pulled back and giggled, "does that answer your question?"

Fred: Gryffindor, halfblood, 2 years below (same as trio)

"Where's Hermione?" I questioned running into the common room. Ron and Harry were playing a game of chess, but Hermione was nowhere to be found. My eyes scanned across the common room looking for her one more time before I noticed (y/n) coming down the stairs.

She was clutching a book and some parchment paper so I assumed she was about to start working on an essay.

"Hi Fred." She grinned when she walked by me. Ever since that day I stopped Malfoy and his posse, she managed to say hello to me whenever she saw me.

"Hello (y/n)." I replied feeling my face heat up. She was just so stinkin cute. "Have you been doing okay?"

"I've been good." She nodded slightly. "I was just looking for Hermione to help me work on a paper for Charms. I'll see you later." She gave me a quick wave and headed out the portrait hole. I couldn't manage to say anything when she left, all I could do was wave. She gave me a weird look but just shook it off. I noticed that Ron and Harry were snickering.

"What's so funny?" I grumbled staring down at them.

"Why don't the two of you just date already?" Harry questioned.

"But I don't like her."

"Sure." Ron rolled his eyes, "and that's why you get all awkward whenever she comes around."

"What did you need Hermione for?" Harry asked.

"I just needed to talk to her."

"About what? (y/n)?" Ron jokingly answered. When I didn't say anything the both of them just stared me.

"Wow." Harry let out a low whistle. "You stick up for her and now you can't get over her."

"No. It's not like that."

"Then tell me, what is it like?" Ron snickered leaning back in his chair and focusing his attention on me.

"I just think she's cute and I was going to ask Hermione if she happened to feel the same."

"So you do like her?" Harry pointed out.

"No." I answered.

"Yes." Ron pressed on me, "just think about it."

"I do." I finally admitted mostly to myself plopping down on a couch.

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

"I cannot believe you called a mandatory practice tonight." (y/n) grumbled shoving past me forcing her shoulder to bump into mine. We were all standing in the locker room changing for a quick practice I planned tonight.

"Ow." I hissed massaging my shoulder. "And you're late." I was known to call for mandatory practices which the team accepted so I don't understand why she was acting so upset. She knew exactly what it was like to be on this team. We were playing against Ravenclaw this weekend and I wanted us to come out on top.

"Sorry." She rolled her eyes plopping down on a bench. "You called this practice an hour ago. I had to cancel plans. We get that you can't stand to lose to your ex-girlfriend, but we've practiced for the past 5 days for at least 3 hours. We're tired Ced." She complained. I felt my heart flip when she used that nickname.

"I understand that but I just came up with a couple more plays that I want us to focus on. I promise that practice won't last longer than 2 hours tonight."

"Fine." She grumbled and sat quiet for the rest of the time we were going through plays on the chalk board.

Even though (y/n) was muggle born, she had fallen in love with the wizarding sport Quidditch. I had mentioned it to her during our 2nd year and she said that she wanted to try it out. Turns out she was an amazing Keeper.

Practice only ended up lasting about an hour or so. I looked at the schedule and saw that it was (y/n)'s turn to clean up the equipment. As she started heading outside, I decided I would walk with her. I didn't usually do this but I just wanted to talk to her.

"Wow. Guess I get some lucky treatment."

"(y/n) you know that the team looks up to you. I would really like you to be onboard with me when things like this happen."

"I know Ced, but I was just looking forward to something tonight."

"What was it?" I questioned. I wasn't trying to intrude or anything; just trying to make conversation.

"Nothing important." She mumbled walking away from me. I wasn't too curious about it before but now I really wanted to know what other plans she had.

"C'mon (y/n). You were so upset about having practice. I just want to know why."

"I had a date." She said barely audible.

"What?" I asked her to repeat herself not sure if I was hearing things right.

"I had a date." She repeated even louder.

"A date?" I questioned. I'm not sure why, but I was jealous. I had always thought she was beautiful and I had been wondering why she never had a boyfriend, but I just always assumed it was cause she didn't want one.

"I know. I know. I was stupid for thinking that a guy would actually like me." She was staring down at her feet not able to meet my eyes.

"Don't ever say that again." I took a step towards her, "(y/n) you are amazing. And I know this sounds cliché but any guy would be lucky to have you."

"You really think that?"

"Really." I nodded tilting her chin up and forcing her to look up at me. Then it slowly started to dawn on me why I was so jealous. "I mean it (y/n)."

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mercy-burning · 3 years ago

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

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Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

———

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