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ahsxual · 4 years ago

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Purple and Green Desire

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Female!Reader

Summary: You wanted to make J a surprise by painting your hair half purple, half green, and provoke him to see what his reaction would be. Little did you know what would come for you...

Warnings: Rough and mad J, possessive and jealous J, J scaring the reader, reader with psychotic thoughts, sir kink, dom/sub, vaginal sex, hard spanking, oral sex (male and female), fingering, nipple play, some blood involved, swearing, degradation, a little bit of edging, mentions of anal sex

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2 k

A/N: Sooo this was supposed to be posted on Halloween, but as always I'm late. I had this idea a while ago, and thought: "why not write a smut out of it?". I thought it would be a good idea to join your request and my ideas together, my lovely @mountainjiwish. Thank you so much for your incredible idea!! I wanted to write something like this for so long, but I thought I wouldn't be able to write such a rough J fic... but how do we know we're not good at something if we don’t try it? Anyway, I still hope you all enjoy it <33

In the last few months, your life has changed drastically. You never thought you would be where you were right now, however you couldn't complain about it, not at all. How could you? You received what you had always wanted and desired for the longest time, something you had always idealized, waiting for your darkest kinks turn into reality with someone you trusted... and he, well, he could have his little toy only for himself, something he didn't know how tremendously he craved until he landed his hungry eyes on you.

If it was possible, your relationship would be seen as extremely toxic by others: you didn't have, or at least you never admitted out loud, the true feelings you had for each other. You just made your darkest wishes come true every time you were together, feeding the hunger that was growing inside your hearts and cores, and that only you could make that happen.

He could be compared to the biggest and most dangerous lion in the jungle, and you to a little masochist deer who would always be eager for the lion to come after you, and eat you in the most cruel way possible. But what was "funny" to you, was the fact that the lion would never let his deer escape from him without causing it some deep wounds... however, he would never kill the deer, wanting for it to come back to him so he could catch it and have some fun. That was the game you both enjoyed playing since day one.

Today was october 31st, your favorite day of the year. Why? It's simple: on this day, you felt like you could be yourself, without being judged or being too obvious that you also had psychopathic instincts. Of course you had your own dark thoughts. Of course you also had the cruel desire to rip someone's throat every time they messed with you or with someone you loved. But you didn't have enough courage to cause such bloody chaos, so instead you decided to be with someone who represented your inner self. Unlike you, J does not fear the consequences of his acts, or even feels guilty. But you do, so that's why it's so much funnier to watch the world burn by someone you love. That way you don't have to feel guilty about anything, because you didn't do anything by your own hands, right? You're not guilty for liking to see the blood coming out of people's mouth and eyes, while they scream in agony. You're not guilty for craving so much to watch the world be destroyed by the scalding fire before your sadic eyes, to love someone who would realize your wishes for you. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered is that you wanted to surprise J, to show him once agaim how a good and dedicated submissive you are for him.

You painted your hair half purple, half green, and put it in two ponytails, each one with a different color, while your makeup also had those gorgeous colors. You wanted to look sexy, yet cute and innocent for him, even if you were the bratiest woman he had ever met in his entire life. And believe me... he had met a lot of girls. Yet none of them were as good as you, and none of them would be loyal and stay with him for so long, even when he had been considered a monster before everyone's eyes... but not yours. He always saw you as his little bunny, his little doll, his little loyal masochist... and he surely planned to keep you for himself for a very long, long time. Your outfit was a little different and scandalous too: you dressed yourself in a fit leather dress you had recently bought, with the highest leather boots you had in your wardrobe, while wearing your sexiest black lace thong briefs and the choker with a diamond "J" on it that he gave you in the beginning of your "relationship". This item was utterly sacred. He always made you to wear it: everyday, at any second of the day, so you wouldn't forget to who you belong to. You then thought carefully if you should wear a bra or not, and decided it would be better if you didn't wear any at all, before putting a comfortable leather jacket on.

You checked yourself in the mirror and for what felt like an eternity, you felt stunning. Halloween never failed to make you feel more confident about yourself, neither the expensive clothes J "bought" you or the compliments he gaves after seeing you wearing them. You stared in the mirror a little while, until you realized that you had something that was excessive on your body: the "J" choker. You knew too well that he would be furious if he didn't see you wearing it... but after all, that's what you wanted, to see the ravenous lion being released from its cage. However, you didn't feel satisfied. Not yet. You were also planning something else to make him even more mad: what about, pretending you went to a party without his gift and permission, while using your favorite perfume in your most exuberant outfit, and then not giving him the attention he always craved from you? Deep down, you even feared he would kill you out of anger, because of your malicious and provocative plan... oh, you really didn't know who you were messing with. But thinking about it, what better way to die than to have sex with the person you were so immensely addicted to?

When you finished fixing your hair by making each ponytail look messy, you heard the door of your house being closed so hard that you genuinely believed he had broken it, which meant he was already mad. Perfect. You ran to your room and started to act normal, pretending to be packing your sex toys. But now that he was there, you felt yourself slightly shaking from pure fear and anticipation. You had a slight idea of what was coming, you just didn't know the gravity of it.

Suddenly your room's door was carefully opened, which wasn't a good sign. The calm before the storm. Maybe he felt your perfume from afar, and knowing that you would only use it for very special occasions, and that he wasn't there with you before, it only meant you did use it for something else. He could even be compared to a quiet dangerous dog, because of his keen sense of smell... and because of his unpredictable behavior. You could sense his stare burning into your back, but you acted like you had a durable shield against his fervent fire. You purposely positioned yourself in a way so that he had a good view of what you were doing: packing your sex toys that were forbidden to be used, unless J used them on you. Now, you could feel and smell the hot and suffocating flames of his fire getting way too intense. You then finished packing them under your bed, and stood up to take your jacket off, making sure he noticed you weren't wearing the choker he gave you.

"You don't look very joyful. Rough day?" you answered contemptuously, calmly taking your boots off in the process. From his point of view, you went somewhere else to do who knows what without his permission, and since you were too desesperate and lazy to undress yourself first, you masturbated with your clothes on. According to his perspective, you didn’t give a shit about his rules, like the obedient slut you should be to him.

Saying that his glare towards you was terrifying and caused shivers down your spine, was an absolute understatement. You instantly regreted making all of this up, but it was too late. Now, you would have to deal with the real consequences of your brat decisions. J slowly walked towards you, making you unconsciously step back until you met the rigid wall of your suddenly cold room. He was so close to you, making you feel his hot, yet deep and rhythmic breathing on your face, and without your leather boots, you felt once again intimidated by his much taller figure. He took this opportunity to analyze you better: your messy colored ponytails and makeup, that for a moment almost made him crack a smile because of your choices, your sexy outfit... to the absence of your necklace.

"Something is ah... missing on ya, dont'cha think, doll? Huh?" completely ignoring your question, he calmly, yet dangerously asked, making known the fact that he instantly noticed you weren't wearing his precious and meaningful accessory. His gloved hands slid to your naked neck and grabbed it forcefully, making you unable to respond him, because of the lacking of air in your throat and lungs. Once he realized you would literally pass out if he continued to choke you, he slightly let it go, just enough to make you receive some oxygen to your now extremely frightened brain.

"I don't k-know what you're talking about..." you really weren't one to give up easily. You wanted to see how your little game would end, even though you had just been almost choked to death. His pupils became so much darker once he realized what game you were playing.

"Ya don't... know?" he suddenly started laughing maniacally, the loudest and scariest sound you had ever heard in your entire life. You knew he had already discovered what your intentions were, however he still didn't know if the fact that you went out with someone else and played with yourself, was true. Yet you would keep him thinking about that... What a strong and determined woman you were.

His laugh started to slow down and his not so happy expression returned to his scarred face. "Do I really need to ah... remind ya of the rules dollface, huh?" his voice was deeper and hoarse, and you could tell he was trying to contain his humiliating words towards you to himself... at least for now. He walked away from you to grabbed the box under your bed, keeping an intense eye contact with you, and put it above the bed. You were watching very attentively with each step he made, not having the courage to look away from him. He then grabbed each vibrator you had, and started to break them with his own hands. Since when did he have so much strength??

"J, what the hell?!" you screamed at him and the moment you took a step forward, he nimbly took a knife from his pocket and pointed it in your direction.

"Ata-tada!" he warned you with his fatal object in his left hand while giving you a sharp stare, making you return immediately to your initial position. "Dont'cha wanna make things harder for yourself. This is all your fault." he grabbed a broken piece of your favorite vibrator and threw it caressly to a random corner of your room. Much to your control, your eyes started to water instantly: you wanted to provoke him, not ending up having your dear toys broken. But that's what you get when you get on J's nerves... and this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you...

A single tear came out of your eye and you instantly looked way, ashamed for feeling so unnecessarily sad for having your sexual toys destroyed. You closed your eyes, and all you could only hear, was your own sobs and his heavy steps.

"Shh-Shh why are ya crying bunny? Ya knew this was ah... gonna happen the moment you messed with your owner, didn't ya?" you didn't answer to him. You were way too pissed to give him what he wanted, but once again... you made the wrong choice. "ANSWER ME!" you never felt so intimidated by anyone the way you did at that moment. You were now trembling with fear, and even if you didn't want to admit it, you were also trembling by lust, excitement and hunger for him. He suddenly harshly grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him: your makeup was already ruined because of the mix of emotions that filled your slippery salty tears, and by his rough movements on your face.

"YES!!" you responded the loudest you could, but he didn't seem satisfied.

"Yes, what?!" he asked calmer while tightening his grip on your aching jaw, yet he was calm by far.

"Yes sir!!!" for the first time for what felt like hours, you saw a proud grin form on his scarred cheeks. You unconsciously smiled too, but that didn't last for too long since he caressly shoved you against the bed. If your bed wasn't so soft, you were sure you would have bruises or even broken your face. He then roughly pinned your hands together, and tied them tightly with some handcuffs he found in the box beside you both. He turned you on your back, and instantly placed a knife on your jaw. You didn't dare to move, because if you did... that scene would definitely turn into a bloody mess. He was so concentrated on your body, memorizing every detail of your soft skin into his psychotic mind, and without a warning, he cut your dress in half with his pointy knife, and this time, you didn't dare to complain.

"Hmm, no bra..?" he pretended to look surprised and looked like he didn't care about your decision, but his body language betrayed his mind since his excitement was way more noticeable. "Now tell me... how ah... naughty and filthy can ya be, huh?" he then grabbed your hips with such force that you knew for sure he would leave dark bruises there. You didn't know anymore if it was the fact that you were so distracted in leading your own emotions, or if it was due to you being completely consumed by pure desire, that you didn't prepare yourself from what was coming: you suddenly felt his sharpened knife being softly, yet firmly craved into your chest. You couldn't see it, but you did feel the fatal object drawing a "J" letter on your once soft chest. He wanted to mark you forever, so if a goddamn choker couldn't make that happen... a deep scar definitely will. Your screams were mistaken for loud moans, so he continued to do his work, blood running out of your body into the sheets, that were once white, into a dark, permanent red.

When he turned you around, you felt another hot and painful sensation, but this time on your butt cheek, so painful and hard it was, that you almost fell out of the bed, only to be abruptly grabbed by your ponytails to make you still.

"Where do ya think you're going, huh?" he pushed you to himself by each ponytail. A muffled sound of pleasure and pain came out involuntarily of your mouth, yet you couldn't care less.

"Please..." you pleaded, blinded by the absurd amount of pleasure that was running into your veins for him.

"Please what, huh? Tell me... Tell your sir want you ah... desire from him. And if ya behave like ah... good little slut for him, maybe he will reward ya." you opened your eyes that were previously tightly closed and looked deep into eyes, noticing that his eyes were now completely black, like he was possessed by the devil himself. You could feel his huge and solid bulge leaning against your now reddish ass since he pulled you so close to him, and you knew that everything was finally leading to where you wanted.

"I want more... please sir, I want you to destroy me..." the moment those words came out of your mouth, he totally lost it. Neither him or you could hold yourselves anymore. With your leather dress thrown into a corner, your ass was now exposed. He caressed your butt not so softly with his strong hands, admiring the gorgeous view for a few seconds. Oh, how he loved to see his doll with lace.

Your room was then filled with loud moans, deep groans from him, and even louder sounds of skin being roughly spanked. He knows your limits very well, so he stopped once he noticed you couldn't take it anymore: after all, the pain is beauty for him, but so is pleasure and trust from both sides. Your ass was now covered in shades of dark purple and red, a view that J never got tired of... in fact, it was his favorite.

"The purple really ah... suits ya, doll. So does the green and the red..." he whispered more to himself, getting lost in the beauty of the job you both did: the spanking session he just gave you, and the look you chose for yourself that had everything to do with him, as it proved your submission for him as well. While he was saying that, you were trying to catch your breath and collect yourself from what just happened. Your ass was hurting so bad, and you were sure you wouldn't be able to sit properly for weeks, but the pleasure that came from it... it made it all worth it. You were almost getting your breath back, almost, when you felt your ponytails getting pulled once again. He really liked the idea of the colored ponytails, you proudly thought for yourself.

"Ata-tada, ya weren't going ta sleep on me, now would ya? Oh sweet cheeks, we are just-getting-started..." you shaked your head, and before he could punish you again, you immediately remembered what you must do.

"No sir!! I won't upset you again... I-I promise I will be a good slut for you!" you obediently answered, fearing to be punished again. Your makeup must be already ruined because of your uncontrollable crying. Your cheeks were covered in a black mascara, and purple and green makeup that was very blurred because your previous position, so it was practically inevitable to rub your face against the bed. This was something that always made J's pants twist with randiness: the messier, the better.

After your response, you heard a satisfied groan from his throat: he had already forgotten the fact that he was extremely mad, only for that feeling be replaced and completely consumed by lust. He then approached your neck and sucked it roughly, leaving marks that would last for a very long time because of the force it was made, while grabbing your throat to make you still. It came to your mind the idea of him being a vampire who was immensely thirsty by your blood.

You gently rubbed your ass on his throbbing, hard cock: it hurted really bad, but it was the only movement you could do to caught his attention, since he was restraining almost all of your body movements.

"Someone is feeling really eager, huh? Ha! All it takes is ta teach ya some ah... manners, to get those panties all soaked for me..." after that, he ripped your lace briefs with his own hands, making you flinch, and then put two long gloved fingers in you. He was never a very patient man and he wasn’t going to be now, so he started to finger you as fast as he could, curling his skilled fingers into your g-spot from time to time. It felt like pure bless, and it was impossible for you to contain all of your sweet sounds. But even if you did, you knew you would be in real trouble for containing them: J loved to hear your moans and screams of pleasure and pain for him, so he had forbidden you to hide them from him. When you were about to cum, he turned you around and replaced his experienced fingers by his hot and wet tongue on your clit, sucking it hard.

" Oh God, J!!" you moaned as loud as you could, and if it weren't the cuffs holding you still, you would ride your orgasm while fucking his face. This was the first time he let you cum without edging you first. Looks like he's feeling generous. Yet neither of you would be satisfied with only one orgasm, especially you, and J knew it.

"God has nothing to do with your ah... pleasure, doll. I am the only one who makes ya cum like a fucking squirter whore, do ya hear me?" he grabbed your face hard enough to make it hurt, and then forced you to look at him while he slowly sucked his gloved fingers with your juices on it, right in front of your face, wanting to make a show for you. "Hmm, always so... tasty." he admitted with the sexiest tone you have ever heard from anyone. "But now... I've gotta prepare ya for da real deal." once he said that, he pushed three fingers into your mouth.

You could taste your own cum and his saliva mixed on his fingers, and you would be lying if you said it wasn't your favorite taste. You knew you had little time to adjust to his fingers, trying so hard to control yourself from gagging... and that was what was worrying you, since if you couldn't take his fingers... it would be ten times worse once you sucked his dick. He decided to take his fingers off of your wet mouth, since his cock was starting to get so tight in his pants, to the point of being painful. While he was unbuttoning his pants, you took the chance to breathe properly, yet that didn't last too long.

"Come here." he ordered while he grabbed your legs, and then pushed them out of the bed to make you kneel on the ground, before grabbing your freshly painted purple and green ponytails.

"Now open wide that pretty mouth of yours. Sir is gonna ah... feed his slut until she's full." with a smirk printed on his scarred white and red cheeks, he wasted no time in shoving his erected cock inside your already wet mouth. "Fuck! That mouth of yours never fails to get me all riled up, dollface!" he started laughing maniacally right after while thrusting faster and harder into your mouth. You could barely breathe, especially when he shoved all of his dick down on your throat, only to get it out for a few seconds before shoving it back inside, where it belongs. Your boobs (that were also covered in blood because his previous signature he made especifically for you), upper legs and even the floor were covered in saliva and some of his cum, and you couldn't wait for him to release all of his cum inside your mouth... you couldn't wait to make him proud of you.

You started to feel his movements getting sloppier, his groans and breath getting uncontrollably deeper, and his dick twitching in your throat. You could tell he was close, and the moment you felt your ponytails getting pulled closer to his pubic hair, you knew that was it.

"Fuck!" he loudly cursed before releasing all of his cum inside your mouth and down through your sore throat. His taste felt more salty than before, but you still managed to swallow it. It was too much cum for you to keep in your mouth, so some of it escaped from it into the ground. After looking at you silently, he caught your attention by his demanding tone towards you.

"What are ya waiting for, huh? Clean your mess. Now." his glare was fatal, and his hold on your hair started to become unbearable, so you didn't challenge him any further. You crouched down on the ground and started to lick the rest of his cum that fell out of your tiny mouth, yearning a satisfied groan from him after you were done.

"Good girl..." he praised, before helping you getting up from the rigid floor to kiss you passionately. You melted completely into the kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance and obviously winning, until you felt his sharp, yellow teeth bitting your lower lip, making it bleed. He sucked all of your blood like his life depended on it, and you couldn't help but feel wetter with each second. Seems like J wants to be a vampire for halloween this year.

When he got bored of it, he pushed you onto the bed, and lifted you legs around his neck once he was positioned on top of you. You could tell he was really hard again, until you felt him rubbing only the tip of his cock on your clit. He remained in that position for some time, creating the perfect amount of friction on your clit to make you squirm under him. It seemed strange, however it was something you learned from him that felt so incredibly good. He decided to suck your hard nipples meanwhile, which made you gasp because of the unexpected, yet very welcome act, and moan harder. When you were about to cum, he shoved himself inside your dripping cunt, this time having no mercy on you. His thrusts were fast, hard and pounded you so deeply, that you could swear you were seeing shiny stars all over your room.

"Oh fuck, right there sir, please let me cum!!!" you closed your eyes, only to be slapped in the face as a warning to keep them wide open.

"Ya wanna cum, huh? Do ya think you deserve it?" he asked, staring into your soul to see if you would dare lie to him. "Dirty sluts don't get to cum, and believe me when I say that I'm gonna fucking destroy ya." after that, he put both of his gloved hands around your neck, grabbing it with such force with the porpuse to punish you from your supposed desobedience. You could see the madness itself returning to his eyes, and before you weren't able to talk anymore by lack of air, you decided to expose the truth to him, before it was too late for you.

"I-I didn't go anywhere! I didn't f-fuck anyone and... a-and I didn't go to any p-party!" it was so difficult to talk, but at the same time, in the situation and position you were currently on, it made you cum so hard without even getting time to ask him for permission, yet he didn't care about it since he was now focused on what you said.

"What?" he looked so confused, and his eyes started to return to their original color, getting also softer in the process. He suddenly stopped fucking you, and in that moment you thanked to whoever was up there for letting you cum before he stopped.

"I-I just wanted to make you mad... I wanted this..." you admitted, ashamed for making yourself look silly and desperate in front of him. You couldn't tell if he was still mad and irritated, or relieved. Maybe all of them, because now he had the guarantee that you obeyed him and didn't fuck anyone else.

"Oh, doll... If ya want me to fuck ya this hard, all ya need to do his to ask nicely. But ya like to play games instead, dont'cha? I always knew how kinky you were. Then congratulations, ya got what ya wanted! Ya really pissed me off, but dont'cha think you're gonna get out of this that ah... easily..." he warned you. For some reason, he decided to look at your bedside table, only to discover where your very badly hidden J’s choker had landed. He grabbed the innocent object, that was also the responsible for the best sex of your life, while still being inside of you, and then put it back where it belongs: on your neck. After making sure his gift was well tightened around your neck, he took his dick out of your vagina and lined it up right with your tight ass hole.

Now this was going to be a long night...

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years ago

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The Christmas Wish: 1/4

Merry Christmas, @snowbellewells ! You have become such a sweet friend to me, so I wanted to gift you with something this holiday season. Since we were talking about Hallmark Christmas movies the other day, I thought the perfect gift would be writing you a Captain Swan version of one! I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful Christmas with your family.

Many thanks to @kmomof4 for being my beta when I know this week is busy with your family. Thank you so much, my dear friend!

This has four parts and one chapter will be posted each day this week, with the last one posting on Christmas Eve. It is loosely based on a Hallmark movie starring Jessie Schram, funny enough, called The Birthday Wish. This fic is set in 3b, but sticking to canon didn’t work at all with what I wanted to do, so it ended up being canon divergent. I think the only canon part that remains is Zelena. There’s no Rumple, no Neal, no cursed lips, no time travel. Yeah, I know, not much canon left, haha. Let’s just say this is more character driven . . . .

Summary: Emma leaned forward, closed her eyes, and a wish bubbled up unbidden from the depths of her heart. "I wish I could just have a simple, domestic life. Is that even in the cards for me?" Breath left her on an exhale just as the wish floated through her mind, and the candle blew out. The "answer" to her wish had to be some kind of trick, however. After all, it wasn’t as if anything in the vision she received could ever in a million years be real. It was ridiculous. Captain Hook, the father of three driving a minivan? Impossible.

Rated G for Hallmark movie levels of fluff and Christmas feels

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Tagging the usuals: @teamhook @xhookswenchx @bethacaciakay @whimsicallyenchantedrose @welllpthisishappening @optomisticgirl @hookedonapirate @ilovemesomekillianjones @itsfabianadocarmo @spartanguard @let-it-raines @tiganasummertree @vvbooklady1256 @scientificapricot @superchocovian @sherlockianwhovian @ohmakemeahercules @hollyethecurious @ultraluckycatnd @jrob64 @wellhellotragic @winterbythesea @winterbaby89 @lfh1226-linda @carpedzem @thesschesthair @resident-of-storybrooke @cutieodonoghue @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @juliakaze @thisonesatellite @therealstartraveller776 @thislassishooked @profdanglaisstuff @killian-whump

Chapter One: The Vision

“Mom, come on! It’s already started!”

Emma hadn’t seen her son this excited since they left New York. Henry was standing in the open door of their room at Granny’s, shifting with nervous excitement from one foot to the other. Emma was on her hands and knees with her head halfway under the bed. Where the hell had her other boot gotten to? It couldn’t have just disappeared. Then again, this was Storybrooke . . .

“Everything alright, lass?”

The sound of Hook’s voice made Emma jerk backwards and smack her head against the bed frame. She scowled at the pirate who was now standing at Henry’s side as she sat up on her knees rubbing the lump that was rising on her head.

“Where’d you come from?” she muttered as she rose to her feet. A dust bunny tumbled from her messy hair, tickling her nose and making her sneeze.

“Sorry,” Hook apologized with a slight smirk that made her think he wasn’t all that sorry.

“I can’t find my damn boot,” Emma snapped at him, almost as if it were his fault.

“Want me to help you look, love?”

“Mo-om,” Henry whined.

“Actually,” Emma replied, pushing her hair out of her face with one hand so she could look at the pair in her doorway - one on the cusp of adolescence and the other looking far more handsome than he had a right to in those ridiculous pirate clothes. Anyone else would look like they were headed to a tacky Halloween party. “Could you take Henry down to the Christmas carnival?”

“I thought we were going together!” Henry exclaimed.

Mom guilt slammed into her at his crestfallen expression. Between figuring out this new curse and trying to stay one step ahead of this wicked witch (Wicked Witch of the West? Seriously?), Emma knew she had neglected time with Henry. It was so different from what he had been used to in the life they had built in New York, and she hated letting him down. Not to mention that at twelve, Henry wouldn’t be wanting to hang out with her for too much longer, and she was missing it.

“I’ll be right down. It’s gotta be around here somewhere.” She really needed to buy an extra pair of boots, but frugal habits born of so many years on the streets didn’t go away easily.

“I’ll guard him with my life if necessary,” Hook swore to her solemnly.

Henry rolled his eyes. “First off, I’m twelve, not two. Second, it’s a Christmas carnival. What’s going to happen? I get hit in the head with a candy cane?”

Hook just arched a brow at her, and she shook her head ruefully. Little did Henry know. Sometimes his lack of memories stabbed her with even more feelings of guilt. She waved him off.

“I know, I know. Just get down there and teach Killian how to overdose on Christmas sugar.”

“Will do,” he told her joyfully as he shot off towards the stairs, Killian hurrying after him.

Emma collapsed onto the bed for a minute once they were gone. She’d told her mom

that having a Christmas carnival on Main Street was a bad idea with the Wicked Witch still out there. On the other hand, she had yanked Henry out of school, dragged him away from his friends and the life he had known, and brought him to this bizarro town. Now he was having to celebrate Christmas here, too. They didn’t have a tree or the Christmas decorations they had bought together last year. They hadn’t made cookies and hot chocolate for their annual viewing of Home Alone. Of course, technically, it was only annual in memories that weren’t real, but that was beside the point. The point was she was now ruining her son’s Christmas too. Ever since he heard about the Christmas Carnival, he’d set aside his Nintendo DS and his cell phone for the longest span of time since they’d arrived here.

Emma got up and resumed her search for that elusive right boot. She finally found it wedged beside the TV, hidden by the window curtains. She yanked both boots on, then turned to glance at her reflection in the mirror. She frowned at her tangled hair and grabbed a brush. Once her golden hair was glistening and smooth, she grabbed her lipstick and reapplied it. It wasn’t until she was touching up her mascara that she scowled at herself in the mirror.

Who exactly are you primping for, Emma?

She refused to answer her own subconscious as she tossed the mascara angrily onto the vanity. It bounced and slid into the sink, but she just left it there and marched out the door.

The Christmas Carnival was literally on her doorstep, filling the street in both directions from Granny’s patio. A choir of children from the elementary school stood on a stage near the post office belting out Christmas carols, led by someone who looked a lot like Mary Poppins (she probably was Mary Poppins, Emma thought with a chuckle). Leroy and some of the other dwarves had gathered around a booth where you were supposed to toss as many bean bags as you could into the mouth of a giant wooden snowman. Merry Men cheered and laughed as they took turns trying to pop balloons in a dart game. There were plenty of other typical carnival games: ring tosses, coin drops, wheel spinners, and one of those “go fish” games where kids tossed a clothes pin at the end of a string over a blanket and one of the nuns from the convent attached a bag of Christmas candy. There were also merchants with booths selling all sorts of handmade Christmas gifts, and food booths offering everything from hot chocolate to corn dogs to cotton candy.

She found Killian and Henry fairly quickly. They had found David at the strong man game. She chuckled to see her father spitting on his hands and rubbing them together before lifting a mallet and slamming it down. A bell went flying up, ringing loudly and impressively as it almost reached the top of the strong man game. With a smirk, her father offered the mallet to Killian. Emma rolled her eyes but couldn’t look away as Killian took off his coat. He really needed to go without that long coat more often, she liked the figure he cut in those tight leather pants -

“Are you kidding me?”

Emma jumped at the sound of her mother’s voice. She turned to see Mary Margaret shaking her head as she watched the men.

“That is just unfair,” she continued. “I know your father is wary of Hook’s feelings towards you, but to challenge him to that game . . . “

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know . . . “

Emma crossed her arms over her chest and leveled her mother with a scathing look. “Know what?”

“He, um . . . well, that is, he only . . . “

“Only has one hand?”

“Well yeah.”

Emma arched a brow and gave her mother a smug grin. “I think Killian can handle himself.”

Right on cue, Hook swung the mallet with his good arm, and the bell flew up. It didn’t make it as far as her father’s swing, but it was still damn good. Emma smiled as she watched her father slap Killian on the back.

“Killian is it?” her mother asked pointedly.

Emma turned to take in her mother’s curious stare. She tightened her arms further around herself. “Uh, yeah, that’s his name. It’s the name we use around Henry, so you know . . . “

“Okay,” her mother teased, a smirk of her own teasing her lips. She changed the subject, however, by lifting a plate holding a cupcake into Emma’s line of sight. “Happy Birthday!”

Emma cocked her head. “Birthday?”

Her mother sighed. “I know it was almost two months ago. Yet one more moment I missed. I wanted to make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, really.” Emma took the plate and looked at the cupcake. It was chocolate with white icing and blue sprinkles. “It’s not really Christmas-y. Where did you get it?”

“A cupcakery opened along with the new curse. Felicity’s.”

“Is that her real name?”

“It is.”

Emma snorted loudly. “Cute.”

Mary Margaret grinned. “I know.” She threaded her arm through Emma’s and steered her towards a group of picnic tables set up beneath some fairy lights. Emma let her mother pull her to the table and sat down with the cupcake between them. Mary Margaret pulled something out of her pocket with a proud smile. “Felicity even gave me a candle and some matches!”

“Really?” Emma asked with raised brows as her mother stuck the candle into the cupcake. It was sparkling blue with a star on top.

“Mhm,” her mother said, “I told her it was for you and how I missed your birthday, and she wanted it to be special. The cupcake is special too, she said. It’s her Sugar Plum Fairy cupcake, and she was almost sold out. This was the last one.”

Emma spun the cake around, eyeing it. She had obviously been in town way too long if she was suspicious of an innocuous cupcake. The woman owned a cupcakery, for heaven’s sake! She had to sell the damn things. And what better way to drum up business than to pay extra special attention to Snow White? Emma let out a breath as she told herself to just relax and enjoy the cupcake. The bright pink and glittery decorations may not be her style, but it was chocolate, and you couldn’t go wrong with chocolate in Emma’s opinion.

Her mother lit the candle, her eyes sparkling as she sang “Happy Birthday.” Emma squirmed, never comfortable with such attention, praying no one else heard the song.

“Make a wish!” her mother exclaimed.

Emma bit her bottom lip as she suddenly remembered the last time she had made a wish on a cupcake. She had wished that she didn’t have to be alone on her birthday, and seconds later, Henry had knocked on her door.

So Emma leaned forward, closed her eyes, and a wish bubbled up unbidden from the depths of her heart. I wish I could just have a simple, domestic life. Is that even in the cards for me? Breath left her on an exhale just as the wish floated through her mind, and the candle blew out.

“Hey, where’d you get the cupcake?”

Emma opened her eyes to see Henry standing beside her. Behind him were her dad and Hook. Even as her son eyed her cupcake jealously, he shoved a forkful of funnel cake into his mouth. She chuckled.

“I didn’t buy it at the carnival,” Mary Margaret explained. “I bought it at a bakery specially for your mom.”

“Why?”

Her mother, who had the world’s worst poker face, went slack jawed and stammered as she looked at her daughter. Emma calmly removed the candle, licked the icing off, then started to peel away the wrapper before she answered her son.

“Because I helped her set up her baby registry the other day, and after two hours of agonizing over strollers, high chairs, and onesies, she owed me.”

It was only half a lie. Emma had helped her mom register at Storybrooke’s only baby store. Named, naturally, The Stork’s Nest. And it was also true that the experience had been torturous enough to earn her dozens of cupcakes.

She still wished she didn’t have to lie to her son - even half lies.

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When Emma awoke the next morning to blurred surroundings, she wasn’t alarmed at first. It always took her a minute to fully awake and adjust her eyes to the morning light. But when she couldn’t see well enough to even find her phone on the nightstand, worry gripped her. She sat up abruptly in bed, trying to blink the sleep away. She squinted, and still all she could see was a white blur that she assumed was the sun streaming through the window and around it only blurry gray. She groped in the general vicinity of the nightstand, knocking over the lamp. She swore loudly as it crashed to the floor.

“Mom!” Henry shouted as he burst through the door.

Emma turned towards his voice, assuming that the moving brown blur in front of her was her son. “I’m . . . fine,” she lied, not wanting to alarm him. “Just go downstairs and ask Granny’s help to go get your gr - I mean, David.”

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

She pressed her lips together and took a sharp breath in through her nose. “Just go, Henry, okay?”

She heard him grumble something under his breath about how he wasn’t a little kid anymore, but she heard the door to their rooms open and close anyway. While he was gone, she rubbed at her eyes, then opened them again, but still she couldn't’ see a damn thing.

“Swan?” Hook’s alarmed voice cried out as he burst into the room.

“Killian?” She squinted at the big black blur in her doorway that she assumed was the man in question.

“I know you said to get David,” came Henry’s voice as a smaller brown blur joined the larger black one, “but I ran into Killian in the hall, and I know him better, so . . . “

“It’s okay, Henry, just give me and Killian a minute.”

“I want to know what’s going on!”

“I know, kid,” she said, her voice softening, “and I’ll explain in just a minute, I promise.”

Henry made no reply, at least none she could tell. She heard the door to her bedroom shut and sensed Hook drawing closer.

“What is it, love?”

“I can’t see,” she confessed softly, reaching out a hand for him.

“What?”

She could clearly hear the strained concern in his voice. Her hand found his, and she used him as leverage to stand up from the bed. He was closer than she had anticipated, and she awkwardly bumped against his chest.

“I mean, except for a light blur over there, and a dark blur I assume is you, I. Can’t. See.”

Emma thought ironically of those black frames with the clear lenses she had worn for

merely fashion reasons back when she was a teenager. They seemed incredibly stupid now.

“How long has this been going on?” Killian must have bent his head closer to hers because his breath was hot against her cheek.

“How long? I just woke up this way!”

“This must be some kind of sorcery, love. You don’t just lose your sight overnight.”

Do you? Emma wondered. She vaguely remembered some movie she had seen once where a woman woke up suddenly blind. It was probably a Lifetime movie, though, and she wouldn’t call those medically accurate by any stretch of the imagination. Nevertheless, she gripped Hooks arms tighter and shook her head.

“Maybe it’s magic, maybe not. Either way, get my phone, call my Dad, and ask him to drive me to the doctor, okay?”

“That will waste too much time. Maybe I could -”

“You can’t drive, and I don't’ think this warrants a 911 call.”

Did Storybrooke even have 911? She should look into that.

“As you wish,” was all Killian said, his voice solemn. The words took her back to a hot jungle, his lips on hers, and his hand tangled in her hair. She swallowed thickly as she pulled her hands away from him. He reached around her, and then she heard the familiar beeping sounds as he opened up her phone. She was glad she had given him that cell phone crash course the first time he’d watched Henry for her.

“And Killian?”

“Yes?”

“Can you explain this to Henry for me? Without freaking him out?”

“Of course.”

Then he brushed a kiss across her brow and swept from the room, leaving her flustered. He’d done it so swiftly, without hesitation, as if it were something he did everytime he told her goodbye. Maybe it had been unintentional?

Needless to say, it had been a weird morning.

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“Is your sight coming back?” her father asked, unable to hide the fear in his voice as he drove through the streets of Storybrooke.

Emma squinted out the window of her dad’s truck. “That really bright blue to my right is the ocean I’m guessing?”

“That’s a no, then.”

A strained silence fell between them, but what could Emma say? She hated to worry him, but there was no denying this was really, really bad.

“You sure we shouldn’t go straight to Regina?”

“Not yet,” Emma told him, “let’s rule out a physical cause first.”

“I don’t know if that’s any better than a spell.”

“Believe me,” she muttered, “I know.”

“Your mom Googled it already -”

“That’s never good.”

“- and people with green eyes are at higher risk for eye cancer and macular degeneration.”

“Not helping, Dad.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. “It is good to hear you call me Dad again, though.”

Emma’s eyes blurred even further with her sudden tears. “Sorry I can only seem to say it in crisis situations.”

“Hey, all in good time. When you’re ready.”

He released her hand, and Emma resisted the urge to grab it again. She was so thankful to have him with her. How many times had she fantasized about parents who would take care of her when she was sick? Though she would have preferred something less dramatic than sudden blindness. A cold and some chicken soup, maybe.

“I know I’m not the best judge of this at the moment, but aren’t we going the wrong way?”

“I’m not taking you to Storybrooke General. An optometrist arrived with this second curse, and I think I trust whoever it is with my daughter’s eyes more than I trust a possibly drunk Dr. Frankenstein.”

Emma chuckled at the wry sound of her father’s voice. “I bet mom wishes an obstetrician came with this curse too.”

“You have no idea.”

Her father slowed the truck and made a right turn. He assisted her out of the vehicle, and she slipped her arm through his as he guided her to the door of the clinic. She felt him freeze suddenly beside her once the door swung closed behind them.

“You!” he exclaimed in a suspicious voice. “I know you! What the hell is going on? I thought you were a baker!”

“No,” another voice calmly replied, “that’s my sister Felicity. I’m Avery, the receptionist for Dr. Liv Lachesis, the optometrist. Which I should also explain -”

“Welcome,” a third voice spoke up, “how can I help you today?”

“Triplets?!” David exclaimed.

One of the women - Emma couldn’t tell which one - chuckled lightly. “Yes, triplets. It always throws people.”

“Well,” her father sighed, “I have a twin, so I can relate. We’re here for a bit of an emergency, though. My daughter woke up this morning unable to see.”

“That is an emergency. Emma, why don’t you come with me?”

“How do you know my name?” Emma asked suspiciously as the doctor gently touched her elbow.

“Everyone knows the Savior.”

Dr. Lachesis’ words were gentle and soothing as she guided Emma into the exam room and helped her sit.

“Now just lean back Emma, and try to keep your eyes open. I’m going to put these drops in. It may sting a little, but it shouldn’t hurt. Okay?”

Emma nodded her head. Even though the optometrist had a soothing bedside manner, she still felt her stomach knotting with nerves. Dr. Lachesis gently held Emma’s right eye open, squirted two drops of liquid in, then repeated the procedure with her left eye. Emma blinked, hoping to see more clearly. She panicked when instead of blurry splotches of light and dark, before her eyes was nothing but inky darkness.

“It’s going to be okay,” the doctor soothed, as if reading her thoughts. “Lean forward and look into my phoropter.”

Emma had no idea what that was, but she leaned forward anyway. The doctor guided her face forward, and Emma felt cool metal pressed against the skin around her eyes.

“What do you see?”

“Nothing.”

Emma heard a click while the doctor adjusted the machine’s settings.

“Look again.”

Dr. Lachesis’ voice was almost hypnotic, and Emma blinked once again. The black nothing before her faded, and she could once again see fuzzy splotches of color. The fuzzy splotches then cleared, and objects took shape before her. She was outside, dressed in a sweater, boots, and all the normal winter outerwear. Snow crunched beneath her feet and the air was crisp and cold against her cheeks. She blinked again, and tilting her head up saw that she was standing in front of a beautiful blue Victorian home with a welcoming porch, and a turret with windows nestled on one side. It reminded Emma of a doll house she had admired in a store window one Christmas as a child.

Emma then realized there were voices and laughter behind her, and she turned to see a man standing in front of the sliding door of a black minivan. He was bending over, buckling a toddler into a car seat. He straightened and turned towards her, and Emma froze in shock.

“Look, Graham, Mama’s got your shoes.”

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, wondering even more what kind of crazy contraption a phoropter was to make her see what she was seeing right now, but when she opened her eyes the scene hadn’t changed. Captain Hook was buckling a toddler into a minivan. What the hell?

His eyes sparkled with mirth and he was smiling in a way she had yet to see. He gestured with his hook towards her.

“Swan? The shoes?”

She looked down to see that she did indeed have a tiny pair of brown boots dangling from the tips of her fingers. As bizarre as the whole scenario was, she shuffled forward and handed Hook the shoes. He narrowed his eyes and studied her for a beat before turning back to the child before him. He chatted amiably with the child, making him giggle as he slipped the shoes on his feet and tied them deftly with one hand. Emma stared at the little boy of about three, cataloguing his features. He had the same shade of eyes Emma had - a cool, pale green. He had a little dimple in his plump chin, much like her and Snow. His hair was thick and black, curling over ears that pointed in an almost elf-like way. Emma felt her jaw drop as she looked from the child to Killian and back again.

“Mama?” Emma startled when a little girl popped up from behind the little boy. “Mama did Daddy really almost burn down Granny’s when he got you a Christmas tree?”

The little girl looked so much like Emma, it was downright eerie. Except she had bright blue eyes. Eyes that looked really familiar . . . but it couldn’t be!

Killian chuckled as he scratched behind his ear. “Well, in my defense, I was new to the entire concept of electricity.”

Wait a second - did this girl just refer to them - she and Hook - as Mama and Daddy? Then Emma took in Killian for the first time. He was wearing dark skinny jeans and a motorcycle jacket instead of his pirate garb, yet that wasn’t what really surprised her. What surprised her was the charcoal wool beanie on his head. Captain Hook wearing a beanie? Surely this was some sort of hallucination. Emma then glanced down at herself.

“What the hell am I wearing?”

“Wowds, Mama!” the toddler - Graham? - laughed, kicking his little feet.

“Mama, you have to wear the tree shirt to go get the tree,” the little girl added. “It’s ta-dition.”

“That’s tradition, Hope, now buckle up so we can get going,” Killian instructed.

Suddenly, a golden blur rushed past Emma, and she let out a surprised shout as a golden retriever jumped into the van.

“Sorry,” Killian apologized, “the kids begged to bring Nana along. I didn’t think it was a problem since the tree farm is outside.” He paused and tilted his head as he studied her. “Are you okay, love? I can drive if you want. I know your morning sickness still bothers you some.”

Then the strangest thing of all occurred when Killian Jones - Captain Hook himself, put a hand to her belly then brushed a kiss to her lips. It was the kind of quick, familiar kiss a couple shares when they’ve been together a long time. Emma looked down where his hand rested, and sure enough, her belly was swollen beneath her sweater. Her hideous red sweater covered in a garish Christmas tree with pom pom balls for ornaments. She swayed on her feet.

“Emma!” Killian cried in alarm, his arms going tighter around her.

Everything went blurry, again, then dark. Emma blinked her eyes, and suddenly she was back in the optometrist office looking through a metal contraption that must have been the phoropter. She jerked away and leapt up, her gaze darting wildly about the room. Well, at least she could fully see again.

“What kind of crap was that?” she yelled at Dr. Lachesis. “What kind of spell did you put on me?”

“It was my sister who cast the spell. I merely completed it.

“Completion is my area of expertise, sis,” Avery spoke up from the doorway.

“Okay,” the doctor sighed with a roll of her eyes, “I showed you the middle. It’s what you wished for, after all.”

“Emma,” David cried out as he pushed his way into the room, “are you okay? What did they do?”

Emma shook her head, unsure of how to even describe what had happened. Not to mention her father’s reaction if she told him she’d just seen herself knocked up with her third child with Hook of all people.

“Nothing, Dad,” she muttered, “let’s just get out of here.”

After all, it wasn’t as if anything in that vision could ever in a million years be real. It was ridiculous. Captain Hook the father of three driving a minivan? Impossible.

#cs ff #captain swan ff #christmas fluff #a captain swan hallmark christmas movie #for snowbellewells

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Obscured by Shadows

Now to the last Halloween short! This was prompted by the wonderful @spacalicious and let me tell you you gave me so much I could have written a full on 60k story about it. I didn’t have as much fun writing a story in a long time. That said, this got long, i’ts a bit over 5k and I’m sorry to those who haven’t got something as long, I hope that’s okay. So enjoy this one!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: Eldritch being?

Nines had always been determined to figure things out for himself. Maybe it was something he valued because he had never been given a real base programming. He knew his model would eventually be used for the military. But Cyberlife hadn’t been able to do more than basic hardware tests on him before the revolution changed the world. He had been informed his prior series had been finished and given a purpose: The RK200 was a caretaker and the RK800 was working for the police. With nothing much to go off of, RK900 had chosen to keep these purposes in mind while finding his own.

He had applied at the police academy immediately after making this decision. He didn’t want to just download a program from someone. He wanted to build his own unique one. And during his time at the academy, he quickly found he liked the challenge of uncovering mysteries. He enjoyed gathering evidence, puzzling together what had happened based on it and uncovering the truth in between sowed lies. It only took him a few years to make it detective and was proud to be accepted at the fifth precinct of the Detroit police department. The Captain had assigned him to Lieutenant Anderson, the officer that had been there the longest, and Connor, the RK800. He was supposed to learn the ropes from them, and Connor was more than glad to show him around.

His predecessor had decided getting to know his co-workers was the best course of action and one after the next pointed out the different persons to him. ‘Okay, as you came in you must have seen the receptionists. The android is a ST300, she calls herself Steph, and the human one is Elisabeth, but everyone calls her Elly. Then we’ve got Officer Collins over there, this is Hank’s desk and mine and there is Officer Willson’s. On the other side we have Officer Person, Officer Chen and Officer Miller. And you already met the Captain. We are a small group, but that’s because SWAT is right there, if you head out this side. Another RK800 is working there, but I’m not on best terms with him. We tend to evade each other. Doesn’t mean you have to though. I can show you around there tomorrow, for now I’ll show you the cells, interrogation room and the meeting room. Then we can-‘ ‘Excuse me?’ Nines felt bad for interrupting, but his eye had fallen on… on what again? ‘Yes? Sorry, I tend to monologue. How can I help you?’ Connor politely smiled at him, while Nines thought about what he had meant to ask about. Connor had showed him all his co-workers and had went on with- right. He looked around again and kept his eyes on the person Connor missed. ‘Who is he?’, he asked, pointing Connor at the man. ‘Hm? Oh. Oh, that’s just Gavin’, the other android waved him off. ‘Detective Reed I believe. He’s an asshole. I met him briefly before the revolution. That was enough to get a clear picture of him. File him under unimportant and go on with it. It’s not really worth knowing the guy, trust me.’ ‘But I introduced myself to everyone personally after the initial briefing’, Nines argued. ‘I believe I must have forgotten him. I at least want to do that.’ Connor shrugged. ‘Fine, knock yourself out. I’ll wait here for you. I doubt you’ll be long.��

Nines made his way over to the man’s desk and read the plague first. Connor had been right: Detective Gavin Reed. ‘Hello! My name is Nines. I’m a RK900 unit and the new Detective. I’m looking forward to work with you!’ He held out his hand and every other person had accepted it and had some niceties left for him. The human in front of him just stared him up and down and grumbled. ‘Phck off.’ Nines recoiled. ‘Excuse me, I just wanted to be nice. I-‘ ‘And I don’t. Mind your own business and piss off!’ Nines knit his brows but remembered Connor’s words. Maybe this one time he could have relied on someone else’s knowledge.

He had returned to Connor that day and the other RK had shown him the rest of the precinct. After that the days seemed to rush past: Nines helped Hank and Connor with their cases and quickly afterwards he had his first very own case. The other two had helped him solve it, but it still was one he had led and found most of the clues to. After work he was driving from one place to the next looking for a small affordable flat, but so far, he stayed in the mostly unused stasis-booths at the precinct or simply continued working. In his breaks he had chatted with his co-workers and learned quite a lot about them. Collins had a sweet tooth, Wilson was almost religiously obsessed with football, Person was spending a large amount of his pay checks on his sister’s hospital fees but according to him she is getting better, Chen loved tea way too much and Miller could talk on for hours about his daughter and wife. Nines was quite content with his life and his choice to join the DPD. He liked the challenge actual cases brought to the table and was in general well-liked. So why was something constantly nagging at his systems, directing his attention to empty spaces on the opposite wall or just letting him stare into the nothing somewhere in the precinct? Maybe something was just wrong with his systems.

No, there wasn’t anything wrong with his systems. Nines had checked as he had entered stasis that night. But that would mean something in the precinct actually let his sensors misfire. And apparently, he was the only one to notice that strange phenomenon. The RK900 still doubted himself as he stepped down from the platform that morning. All his co-workers were competent and attentive people. They should have noticed it if something weird was going on in the bullpen. And there was still the minimal possibility of his diagnostic routines failing him. He would keep this to himself for now and keep his eyes open.

It took him almost a month to lose his patience. The errors and inconsistencies piled up and so far, almost all of them could be chalked up to the one person no one seemed to care about or even notice. Gavin Reed. The strangest thing was that Nines himself didn’t care much about the human. In fact, he only ended up focussing on the man as the number of things he didn’t know about him became suspicious. He had made a point of knowing as much as possible and appropriate about his co-workers. He had learned that helped a lot with work climate and integration. The occasional donut for Collins, a signed picture of a famous footballer for Wilson’s birthday, spending his break with Tina once to check out a local tea shop: That all was something that had made him likeable and made working a pleasant experience. But with how much he knew of them, how little he knew of Gavin was worrying.

Sure, the man was an asshole. But even assholes had personalities. There had to be at least rumours about him. But whenever he had asked someone, he had been given the same answers: ‘Reed? Yeah, he worked here for some time.’ ‘He’s an asshole, it seems to be worse with androids.’ ‘Pfft… Nah, he keeps to himself, don’t know anything about him.’ So he wasn’t alone with not knowing, he just was alone with worrying about that fact.

One quiet day, he decided to do some personal research into that mystery. Every human was known to the world in some way or another. Date of birth. Date of graduation. Date of Employment. Criminal record. Won some small prize in the lottery. An Address. Anything. And that was when things got truly confusing. He looked over at the man and felt how his eyes suddenly darted away to movement that he had thought to see at the edge of his vision. He never managed to look at the human for longer than a few minutes. Something was seriously wrong.

‘Connor? Can I speak with you for a moment? In private?’ Connor looked up from his work, then to the clock. He shrugged. ‘Sure. I can take my break early. What can I help you with?’ They left the precinct through the back entrance to have some privacy and Nines began with a sigh. ‘It’s about Gavin.’ ‘Did he do anything to you? Did he harm you?’ ‘No!’, Nines quickly said. ‘No, he didn’t do anything. But he is weird. I… I did some research and…’ ‘Wait. You “did some research”? What are you talking about?’ Nines held his hands up to calm him. ‘Connor, please listen to me, it will all make sense in a minute. How much do you know about Reed?’ ‘Nothing much, he’s an asshole. Otherwise he keeps to himself. Worked here for a long time.’ ‘How long?’ ‘How should I know?’ ‘How long did Person work here?’ ‘For twelve years, exactly a month from now.’ Nines stared at him triumphantly.

‘Hey, I haven’t looked into his file, okay? Never even talked to him. That doesn’t mean anything.’ ‘Well, I looked into it’, Nines picked up where Connor left off. ‘He doesn’t even work here. Officially. There is no file in the systems for his person, his name is only listed as being employed by the city. There is a birth year at least, but no school. No educational record, no graduation paper. Nothing. There is an address, but the place had been towed down ages ago.’ ‘Maybe he forgot to update it. Or Fowler knows and hadn’t updated his new address yet.’ ‘And the missing documents?’, Nines tried to convince him. ‘What about those?’ ‘Humans can be sloppy sometimes. Especially with bureaucracy.’ ‘May I remind you the entire HR department is run by androids by now?’, Nines threw his final punch. ‘It’s quite funny when you think about it.’ Connor held his head as if he had forgotten he couldn’t get headaches. ‘Nines, you are paranoid. The guy really isn’t that important.’

But Nines didn’t let himself be shut down. ‘There is more actually. Chris complained about the coffee being empty, right? That was yesterday, a Thursday. Correct?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And I personally restocked Monday the week before! Tina drinks tea, Chris can’t drink too much or his stomach acts up. With the regular caffeine intake of the rest of them, it shouldn’t be depleted yet.’ ‘So?’ ‘Someone drinks an unhealthy amount of coffee, I would even dare say it would kill a human or at least leave them with serious health issues. And only Gavin is left if you keep an eye out.’ Connor sighed: ‘Or someone dropped the package, spilled half of it and cleaned up the mess into the bin.’ ‘Okay, then how do you explain this: Reed is always here when someone arrives. No matter how early I rise from stasis, he is already there. As if he never left. And then sometimes he spends entire days away and no one bothers!’ ‘Vacations and overtime are a thing.’ Nines shook his head. ‘There is no car standing in the parking lot that belongs to him, I looked after everyone was gone. Yet, there is a key to a car on his desk.’ ‘Maybe he parks somewhere else, because he likes to go on a walk after a long day of sitting around.’ ‘Connor!’ ‘No, Nines, you are paranoid. That’s all. You should slow down maybe. Or take some days off. The man is just your regular asshole who is decent enough to be professional and do his job. And that’s all.’

Nines was desperate. He had thought that at least if pointed to it, the other RK would notice. ‘Then what about the fact that I have never seen him eat something once? And he keeps framed pictures of his cats, but he has no cat hairs on himself!’ ‘Nines, please, you need to calm down. If I didn’t know it any better, I’d say you are stalking him. Please stop. Believe me when I say Reed is as unimportant as someone could be. You are certain of the way things seem to be and now you search for evidence to prove your point. But we are detectives. We find evidence and conclude.’ He took a deep breath. ‘I worry for you. Please, take a break from work. How is your house-hunting?’ ‘Haven’t found a flat yet.’ ‘Do you want to live with Hank and me? We could make room for you for a few days. You need to get out of here.’ Nines deflated as he saw he couldn’t win. ‘That’s nice of you, Connor. But I guess I’ll just think about what you said and try to get back to work.’

In truth Nines didn’t think about anything Connor had told him. If anything, his words had only made it clearer to him that something is wrong. He had to take matters into his own hands.

Gavin startled as a coffee cup was put on his desk with an audible thump. He looked up. ‘Hello, I’m Nines. I already introduced myself but we never really talked.’ Gavin stared at the nosey android and frowned. ‘And I already told you to phck off. Nothing has changed since then.’ ‘No need to be so aggressive, Detective. I always see you working. I believe I never actually saw you taking a break.’ ‘Well, I like work and I’d like to get back to it, tin-can.’ ‘Tin-can? Oh, that’s a new one’, the android answered and smiled at him. Goddamnit. ‘Listen, I don’t know what you are on about, but I don’t want to talk. I’ll say it one last time: Phck off!’ This… Nines… pouted at him. ‘Come on, I got you a coffee, the least you could do is answer me one question!’ Gavin sighed and leaned back. ‘Fine. One question. And then you’ll go!’ He hoped his form didn’t show how nervous he was.

‘What do you like?’ Compared to everything he had expected that was quite harmless and caught him off-guard. ‘What?’ The android continued to grin at him. ‘What do you like? Food, hobbies, doesn’t matter.’ ‘Oh, okay, err… I like cats. And… Coffee.’ ‘Are those yours?’, the android asked pointing at the framed pictures. ‘Hey, you said one question, then you’d be leaving me alone!’ The android lifted his hands. ‘Alright, fine. I’m leaving. Was nice talking to you!’

Gavin couldn’t help looking after the machine that was leaving now. Damn nosy androids would be his downfall someday. He turned back to his work, the smell of coffee distracting him. He glanced over to it and finally succumbed to taking and drinking it. He wasn’t ashamed by the fact that he was addicted to it ever since he first tried it in the 15th century. It was one of the pleasant experiences of his existence. He had lived on this world for eons now, maybe he had been around right from the start. But you could only spend so many billion years until you got bored and wanted to try something new. He had lived among humans ever since a massive migration to a continent a large part of the world never even knew about. It was easy to fit in when no one asked where you came from and everyone was eager to start a new life. And Gavin fit in nicely. He sowed enough information to saturate most and those who wanted more he used his powers on to become totally ordinary. So ordinary that most didn’t even notice him. He was living a peaceful life, working on farms, later with railroads and the industry. He liked the concept of lifetimes to justify changing from one job to another and discovering new interesting ways to fake being human. This lifetime he had decided to spend just relaxing. He played the average human that made it Detective and since then worked away solving mysteries and cuddling with cats when coming home.

He couldn’t have known this would be the time humanity decided to change once again. They decided to design machines, androids. They looked human but were designed to obey. Why exactly was it that humanity wished for some kind of slavery every few hundred years? He didn’t care for it too much as they were just machines. Sure, his powers didn’t work on them like they did with humans, but as he was seen as one of them, he could just order the androids to go away and leave him alone. And then deviancy happened. Humans had tried perfecting them so much, they accidentally created life. Gavin knowing humans had decided to wait it out. Too easy he could fake his death and return to his normal existence. But he had been living within them in peace successfully so far. He really didn’t want to change that. So, he waited. Waited until the revolution happened. And too his distress, the androids won.

Ever since he had tried to move on the streets as little as necessary. He spent almost all of his days in the precinct where he was safe from them minus Connor. And the bot he could easily get rid of by changing his attitude to grumpy and abrasive. He thought it might work out. But this new android was a pain in the ass. Nosey as hell and apparently determined to get to know him. Well, someday his luck had to run out and it seemed the time had come.

He spent his remaining day at his terminal, until he felt eyes on him again. He tried to subtly look up and met the damned android’s cheeky grin as he entered the stasis booth. The machine even gave him a little wave. Gavin felt his powers bristling underneath his skin, warning him he had been spotted, but with grit teeth he forced them down. Phck, he needed to relax. He switched off his terminal and headed outside. He hurried through the streets until he finally found an empty back alley without CCTV. It really had been easier in the olden times. Quietly he let go of the charade and got rid of his fake skin. Finally, he could stretch and brush against corners, making natural shadows more refined and let them stretch to take him. Oh, he had missed that feeling. Excitement bubbled inside him as he scaled the city, slithering from one shadow to the next through the narrow spaces in brickwork and underground where there was no connecting darkness to act as a convenient passageway. More than once androids looked towards him, but he just hurried away before they could investigate. Damn machines.

He finally made it home, faster than any car or train could and let himself inside through the letter box. Only then he reformed his human appearance and got to his knees, greeting his cats with maybe one or two arms too many. Not that they would care, they just wanted their pets. Gavin sighed, the fluffy fur under his hands just the perfect way to destress from a long day. He fed them and switched on his stereo to blast music as loud as the cats would allow. He had more than enough time to settle everything with the nosey android. He would be fine.

‘You forgot your keys yesterday!’, he was greeted as he walked into the bullpen. He could only frown at the android standing beside his desk, dangling them from one finger. Gavin saw red and pulled them from the man, maybe having moved a little too fast for a human. ‘Give them back!’ He looked down on them and carefully put them down in their usual spot. ‘How did you come home then? You couldn’t drive with your car.’ ‘I don’t have one, phck off!’, Gavin shouted. ‘Then why do you have keys?’

Phck. He felt his powers acting up, but it only managed to avert the human gazes from the disturbance. The android didn’t bulge. Shit. A human explanation, quick. Oh, right, parents were a thing! ‘They are my dad’s, he… He died in a car crash. They are the only thing I’ve got left of him.’ It technically wasn’t even a lie. Nowadays he often faked his death so he could inherit his own belongings and one of them had indeed been a car crash. ‘Oh. I’m sorry.’ The android really looked like he meant it. ‘I didn’t mean to pry.’ ‘Well then go and-‘ ‘Can I make it up to you?’ Oh phck no… ‘There is a cat café that just recently opened up. I thought-‘ ‘What is a cat café?’, Gavin asked, momentarily forgetting he wanted the android gone. ‘Oh, it’s a regular café, but cats are roaming around. I thought you’d like it.’ ‘I… That does sound interesting.’ ‘It’s a deal then! I’m looking forward to it!’ ‘No, I-‘ But the android had already left. Gavin let his shoulders fall. It wouldn’t hurt playing human for a break, right? He had done so before. Sure, it broke his rule of never mingling too close with humanity, but it couldn’t really go wrong, right?’

It was awkward at first. They had entered and sat down on two comfy chairs and didn’t manage to speak a word until the waiter came. They ordered their drinks and it returned to the uncomfortable silence. Until one of the cats decided to jump onto Gavin’s lap. The android had laughed at his surprised face and Gavin had begun to pet her. ‘You are good with cats’, he commented. ‘Yeah, I love them’, Gavin answered. ‘Just… calms you down I guess.’ ‘I never got to pet one.’ ‘Really?’ Gavin could understand that human lives were short and that not everyone had the pleasure of strolling along the streets of early civilisations and pet every fluffy beast in existence, but it did surprise him. ‘You really have to!’

The android looked around and tried to get the attention of one of the cats wandering about. The look of pure wonder on the android’s face as the cat headbutted his hand for the first time touched something in Gavin and he chuckled. The android looked back up while still petting the cat and smiled back. Only as the cat decided they had enough did the android return to the table. ‘I really wonder why everyone was so sure about you being an asshole’, Nines began talking. ‘I mean, I don’t really know you yet, but you are nice company.’ ‘I tend to keep to myself’, Gavin muttered, looking down on the cat that still hadn’t moved and curled herself up on his legs. ‘Made some bad experiences I guess.’ ‘I think we should do this more often’, the android said. As much as Gavin wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to truly disagree.

They met a few times afterwards. They often spent their breaks together in the café and with time Gavin thought that maybe he didn’t have to isolate himself all the time. But he always shut these thoughts down and thought of the android as an exception. One evening Nines had insisted to come over and see Gavin’s cats, what had brought Gavin into the zugzwang to explain some of the by now ancient things he had collected over the years. ‘I’m interested in history’, he bluffed. ‘Archaeology is a pet peeve of mine. So I tend to collect.’ Surprisingly, the android had bought it and instead admired his “collection”. It had ended in multiple visits to museums and exhibitions. Not that Gavin really minded. It was a fun distraction and his lie about being a history enthusiast wasn’t that far fetched when he could tell a few first-hand stories from when he had been there himself.

It was about a month later that they had come back from one of these exhibition trips and the android had dropped him off at his apartment. The android had hugged him goodbye, something he would never get tired of, and was about to go. ‘Are you going back to the precinct?’, he blurted out out of nowhere. ‘Yes’, Nines had answered. ‘Detroit’s housing market is awful. Haven’t got a flat yet.’ ‘Do you want to… I mean you could stay here if you want to.’ The android had stared at him wide eyed and Gavin started to regret his impromptu decision until Nines threw him a smile and nodded politely. That evening Gavin ended up on the couch next to Nines watching TV until the android appeared to have entered stasis. In the silence that followed, he began to think about his life choices. What was he doing? He was an eldritch shadow being from the dawn of time. Nines was an android he had no power over. And something was clearly growing between them. It was evident in the way Nines had snuggled up next to him, the cats all over them. This couldn’t work. What if Nines found out? What if he would rat him out to anyone? Humans he could fool, but androids would be able to follow him to the end of the world. He had made a huge mistake.

And still: listening to the hum of the android’s thirium pump he couldn’t find to regret it. Quite the opposite was the case.

The next morning was filled with more excuses. Why didn’t he have a kitchen? Why didn’t he have any food at home? Gavin had mumbled something about always getting something at the food trucks and stressed they would be late. Apparently, Nines took that information with only a sigh, too. One Catastrophe evaded.

Off to face the next one: As they entered the precinct together, Gavin froze as he found his desk occupied. By Connor. And the other android was staring at them with determination. ‘You two. Interrogation room. Now.’ Gavin was about to protest, so did Nines, but the other RK stopped them: ‘I said now!’ So, they trotted over, and Gavin knew he had phcked up. He had set up these rules for a reason. How could he think he could start a relationship with an android would somehow work out?

‘Nines, I believe you now.’ Nines frowned in return as they entered and exchanged a look with Gavin. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘What you told me about him. It’s true! It’s like he isn’t even existing! And everything you told me was true! There are so many discrepancies with him that something has to be wrong.’ Gavin felt panic creeping in. What? What had these two androids talked about? What had he missed? ‘No, Connor, you were right’, Nines disagreed. ‘There is a logical explanation for everything. I was just paranoid, as you said. I just knew nothing about him because I never even spoke with him.’ ‘Oh and now suddenly everything is perfect? What are these explanations then?’ Nines sighed. ‘What do you want to hear from me?’ ‘The keys?’ ‘Memorabilia of his deceased father.’ ‘The cat hairs?’ ‘Either I must have missed something or he had just washed his clothes. Scan Gavin now and you’ll see a bunch of cat hairs.’ ‘What the hell are you two talking about?’, Gavin asked. ‘You are hiding something!’, Connor growled his way. ‘And I won’t rest until I know what it is!’ Gavin took an instinctive step back. Oh no… ‘Connor’, Nines directed the other RK’s attention back to him. ‘I spent the last months with him. He really isn’t as bad as you think and he clearly isn’t hiding anything.’ ‘Oh, is that so? Have you seen his home then?’

Nines puffed out his chest. ‘I have, actually. In great detail.’ He challenged Connor by staring him in the eyes. ‘Wait what?’ That had caught Connor off-guard at least. ‘You two… You aren’t… No.’ ‘Yes’, Nines grinned. ‘And you should trust the android with the more advanced analysis tools that he is as normal as a human can be.’ Connor was left just standing there, staring. ‘I… I’m not convinced, just so you know. But I trust you. Just know that I’ll be keeping an eye on you!’ ‘That’s only fair’, Nines commented, but Connor was already storming out of the room.

For a while no one moved. ‘Should we go back to the-‘, Gavin started, but was interrupted: ‘No.’ Nines pushed himself off the table and leaned against it. ‘The cams are deactivated, and the observation room is empty. No one else can hear us. I’m sorry. I should have told you earlier.’ ‘What should you have told me earlier?’, Gavin asked carefully. ‘I had suspicions about you. That’s why I initially wanted to get to know you better. I pretended everything was alright so you could tell me once you were ready. But I guess now is a good a time as ever: What are you, Gavin? Who are you? The things you own are legitimately old. A collection like this would be priceless, you could sell it for millions. Most of it belongs in a museum. And you don’t even really exist on paper. I couldn’t find your name in any hospital archives from the day you were supposed to be born and you never went to a school. Please, I need to know.’

Gavin sighed deeply and sat down. Should he tell him? Well, he had to. But what then? He guessed a prison to hold him would have yet to be built. And he could always move to another city after faking yet another death. But he didn’t want to lose this. This lifetime was meant to be relaxing and hell, with Nines he had been the most relaxed he had been for centuries. Well, he had to hope for the best. ‘No one can see us?’ ‘No one.’ ‘And no one can hear us?’ ‘Everything said here will remain between us.’ ‘You have to promise not to tell anyone.’ ‘I will as long as my duty as a police officer doesn’t call for it.’

Gavin took a deep breath. So far so good. But promises could be empty and who knew what the duty of a police officer entailed these days. But he knew he was only buying time. And so he began: ‘I am a being that has been around since the dawn of time. I am made of shadows, some worshipped me as the shadows themselves. I don’t even know if that’s true. I’ve been around for a while until I finally decided to try living as a human for a while. And it worked! I was a peaceful part of society since… Well, I took a few breaks but more or less since the 600s? It is hard pretending to be a human if you are immortal, so I travelled a lot and faked papers as much as I could. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I like coffee and cats. The keys are from my first ever car, but I hate driving, so I got rid of it by crashing it one day.’ Nines stared at him dumbfounded. ‘I think I need proof, I can’t believe this.’ Gavin sighed and looked at the table. ‘Please, don’t freak out’, he warned, before transforming into his true form. Suddenly half the room was swallowed by darkness and Gavin showed off a bit by extending a few tendrils of shadow towards Nines. The android looked shocked at first, then bewildered and then fascinated. Nines even stepped closer. ‘You won’t hurt me, right?’ ‘I never hurt anyone’, Gavin answered, his voice coming somewhere from his centre that was still hovering over the chair. Nines extended an arm and tried to touch Gavin, who chuckled. His only feature was to consume light, he literally was the personification of the absence of light. What a dork, trying to touch that. For some reason that seemed to disappoint the android and Gavin made an effort reforming his body partially while still keeping his real self exposed.

‘And?’, Gavin asked. ‘What does this mean now?’ Nines was still staring at him. ‘You are beautiful.’ Gavin laughed, but took the android’s hand lovingly. ‘If you say so.’ ‘How did you keep this a secret for so long? Is that why you aren’t noticeable by most? I have so many questions, I-‘ ‘I would say, I explain everything to you at my home where we are safe’, Gavin offered. ‘I want to know what it means first. For us. Does it change anything?’

Nines smiled and came closer. ‘Only that I don’t have to worry about your human lifespan’, he smirked. ‘And that we can spend an eternity forever.’ Gavin sighed in relief and relaxed completely. ‘You don’t know how much that means to me.’ ‘I think I get the gist of it’, Nines shrugged and dove in for a kiss that left Gavin completely unprepared. But he had always been quick to adapt.

It took them a while to get out of that interrogation room, but thanks to Gavin’s powers no one but Connor noticed. Nines just threw him a cocky smile while making a point of sitting down on the free table opposite of Gavin’s.

Maybe Gavin Reed was a man made of shadows. It didn’t change the fact that Nines was completely engulfed in his gloom.

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #eldritch being!Gavin Reed #Gavin Reed is a shadow person #Holy shit I had fun with this #I had so much more I could have written but it is already far too long for this blog #wonderful idea #I'm a fan #sorry for taking this long #Also holy shit that last sentence of yours was so damn poetic I had to steal it!

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chocolatemin · 4 years ago

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contains: fantasy, fluff, angst, crack, psychological issues, violent themes and mentions of explosives, implied fem!reader, mention and description of food, cursing

note: yaaaay! I'm back with another fic for Halloween Special, the story was mainly inspired by none other than my favorite Disney movie, Alice in Wonderland and the word ‘horologe’! I had so much fun writing and this is my longest one yet, about the pairing-- it’s a secret! You’ll find out along the way ;) I hope you enjoy reading! <33

「1st Strike.」

You sat on the bottom of the tree, feeling the texture of the paper on your fingertips as you flipped through the pages of the book you are reading. Horologium, it has been stuck in your bookshelf for years. You always tell yourself to read it after finishing a book but somehow, you always end up forgetting it. The book’s cover has always been intriguing to you, it was simple and pleasing, yet it has a vibe that you cannot determine. You read one of the passage aloud:

“By the time the clock strikes twelve,

Thou shall hear the sound of bells,

Make sure to bid thy farewell,

Or the day shall repeat its spell.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, under the passage was a picture of a pocket watch that is oddly familiar to you. You shrugged off the thought and closed the book, ready to head home. It was still early, around 10 o’clock, and the tree created a perfect shade for you to read your book peacefully at, however you have still errands to do.

“I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” Your ears perked upon hearing a tiny voice not too far from your spot. Huh? You got up from your seat and dusted off your clothes. You carefully made your way towards the source of the voice and tried your best not to create loud sounds as you stepped on the fallen dried leaves on the ground. Quietly peeking from the leaves, you saw a talking squirrel in a suit, running for its dear life. Wait, a squirrel? You must be mistaken. You blinked your eyes a few times but nothing has changed, there really is a talking squirrel in a suit running. Letting the curiosity get the best of you, you quickly followed the squirrel. It seems to be too caught up in being ‘late’ that it didn’t notice you following it.

“Goodness, I’m late!” The squirrel groaned once more before ducking safely under a log. You were almost there when you felt something slipped out from your pocket halting you to a stop. You looked behind you and saw your pocket watch lying on the ground. You immediately picked it up, examining if there are scratches or broken parts and thankfully, there is no damage or else your mother is going to get mad. And when she gets mad, all hell breaks loose.

“Oi, Felix! Whatcha doin’ mate?” You saw a blonde guy approaching another blondie while grinning widely. He has such a nice jaw and cute dimples. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, showing off his well-toned muscles.

“Look at this egg!” The taller blondie, which you assumed as ‘Felix’, flashed a cute smile, extending his arm towards the shorter one, holding out an egg, “isn’t it cool!”

“What’s so cool about it?” The blonde guy which you didn’t know the name looks at Felix quizzically. Felix’ reaction was a mix of shock and disgust causing a giggle to escape your lips. You instantly covered your mouth but they already turned their heads to you, “A friend!” Felix yelled before they practically ran over to you.

“Hi! My name’s Felix!” Felix asked, holding his hand out to you, “What’s yours?” You were skeptical about shaking his hand but you didn’t want to come off as rude and impolite so you hesitantly took his hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“That’s such a pretty name!” The shorter blonde spoke, “I’m Chan, and we’re brothers. Nice to meet you,” he extended his hand to you for a handshake which you still took skeptically, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was just passing by.” You hid your hands behind your back.

“Do you wanna hear a great story?” Felix chirped with excitement.

“Maybe next time? I still have to go somewhere.” You glanced at your right, where the squirrel headed off, taking a few steps away from them and you could see the dejection in their eyes.

“Wait! Aren’t you curious about the sunset and sunrise?” Chan asked and in which you firmly answered, “No, not at all.”

“Are you sure about that, mate?” Felix followed, wiggling his brows simultaneously.

“Yes.”

“Are you really not going to listen to it?” Chan pouted, giving you his ‘puppy’ eyes. Well, you think it is cute but your curiosity about the squirrel is killing you. You shook your head, “Not a chance.”

“You’re not really going to give it a chance?” Felix clasped his hands in front of his chest and pouted, causing your heart to flutter and become annoyed at the same time. When are they going to stop?

“You’re annoying! Fine. Let me hear about it.” You grunted and you saw them jump in excitement, “Ha! Told ya, you are curious!” Felix cooed.

“I am not. Now, kindly get to the story so you can stop bugging me about it.”

Chan began the story, “The sun is afraid of the dark so it hides during night time.” He created gestures as he continued, “The sun is known to be the warrior of the day, so the Sun cannot afford to lose its reputation by simply being scared of the dark.” Felix continued, “This is where the Moon enters, the Moon cannot stand the day because it was too blinding for him. So, they made an agreement. The Moon shall hide during the day and reign on its glory at night.”

Chan followed, “The sun shall rise and dawn upon the day, but they shouldn’t tell anyone their little secret. They made an alliance, tricking everyone that they both ‘rule’. And so the night came, the Sun immediately hid under the mountain while the Moon glimmered at night. And then, the morning came…” Chan nudged Felix’ side, signaling him to resume the story in which Felix nodded, “And the sun yeeted the moon.”

“No, Felix! The story is not supposed to end that way!” Chan ruffled his hair a little aggressive, placing his hands on the sides of his waist. You watched the two bicker over the ending of the story until you heard the ringing of bells. Your eyes widened as the color of the surroundings started turning into different arrays of color. You felt dizzy and your vision started to swirl. The squirrel! I totally forgot about it, thanks to these two. You feel yourself falling but all you can see is darkness and you’re definitely terrified. You feel your chest tightening along with a lump in your throat while you become lightheaded. Panic washed your body as you experience two of your worst fears– not being able to see and falling from heights. But before you completely pass out you grabbed your watch from your pocket and saw its hands glow as it pointed on 12.

「2nd Strike.」

“Wait! Aren’t you curious about the sunset and sunrise?” Chan asked. You were confused, mouth hanging open upon the happening. What did just happen?

“Didn’t you ask me that earlier?” You tilted your head, looking at him with confusion.

“No, I didn’t.” Chan gave you a puzzled look.

“Really?” They both nod at the same time, you were disoriented by the happenings. First, you met these two earlier and you agreed to listen to their story, second, your sight turned into an unfamiliar vision before free-falling at a void of darkness, and third, you were suddenly back with Chan and Felix. The squirrel! You glanced to your right and saw the footprints left by the animal in a hurry, “but I have to go somewhere.”

“Are you sure about that, mate?” Felix wiggled his brows, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Yes, and if you would excuse me, I’ve got something to do. Goodbye.” You waved your hands before running off to the direction where the squirrel headed at. You hear their shouts of disapproval but you disregarded it. You already knew the ending anyway, right?

You hurriedly tried to follow the footsteps but it only led you to a wooden gate. You peeked on the hole to see two tall men wearing extravagant clothes arguing over something you couldn’t quite figure out. What you didn’t expect is for the gate to swing open by itself, revealing your dumbfounded self.

“A guest!” The brown-haired lad clapped his hands, gesturing you to step inside in which you were compelled to, "Welcome to the party. Please enjoy yourself.” He flashed you a captivating smile.

“Hyunjin, what a shame to our guest, tell the chipmunk to hurry up!” The brown-haired lad smacked Hyunjin’s arm to get his attention from dancing on his own. Hyunjin nodded upon the order, taking the bell on the long table, shaking it violently and you covered your ears using your hands. What’s wrong with this guy?! However, your annoyance was cut short by the clanking of porcelain and plates coming from the back door.

“Squirrel!” You almost yelled and the two turned their heads to you. You notice how perfect their faces were, the taller– Hyunjin has a mole under his eye that highlights his pretty eyes and thick brows, he has a pointed nose and full lips. You haven’t seen anyone as pretty as him, heck, he’s even prettier than your sister. While the other lad, which you still didn’t know the name of, looks a lot mature and more masculine than Hyunjin, he was charismatic, his eyes are something, so are his lips.

“Do you have any problem, Miss...” Hyunjin eyed you a bit harshly, causing goosebumps to form on your arms and you decided not to give your true name.

“Alex. No, I just didn’t expect a squirrel out of all to bring the tray.” You feigned innocence, smiling to him and he returned the smile with a hint of mischief.

“Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself, you can call me Minho.” The brown-haired lad removed his hat and bowed, offering you a blue rose. As you picked up the rose from his hand, you felt your heart skip a beat. You faintly smiled at his courteousness but you were interrupted by no other than, Hyunjin.

“Miss Alice, I think you should join us dance. A party is not complete without dancing!” Hyunjin dragged you towards a spot near the end of the long table, he then walked over to the table, taking a teaspoon and tapped the teacup three times, “Music, please!”

A loud booming sound of a trumpet was followed by the strumming of harp, accompanied by percussion and stringed instruments, and it rather sounded obnoxious to your ears. Looking around, you couldn’t find the source of the music, you were flustered. How the heck is that even possible? There wasn’t even a record player to begin with. You stood awkwardly watching Minho and Hyunjin dance rather crazily than dancing according to the music. Minho noticed you and spoke, “You should dance with us!”

You shook your head, “No, I cannot dance, besides, I have somewhere else to go.” You stepped back.

“Then have a bite first, a party isn’t a party without sweets!” Hyunjin shoved a saucer to you with a slice of red velvet cake with mint chocolate frosting topped with blueberries. You almost puked just by looking at the bizarre combination of flavors, it didn’t even look pleasing to your eyes.

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You forced a smile and returned the saucer on the table. When you looked back at Hyunjin, his brows were knitted and he was glaring at you, shivers ran down your spine and you were frozen at your spot. His pretty face is now contorted with anger and disappointment.

“Your behavior is so ugh!” Hyunjin raged, making Minho stop from dancing. Hyunjin grabbed something from his pocket that looked like a bath bomb, you don’t know whether to feel frightened or laughing because it didn’t seem harmful. But you felt your insides turn upside down as soon as you heard Minho’s celebration, “Bomb fight!”

In a blink of an eye, Minho was already holding many bombs. Fuck, they are out of their minds! Your adrenaline came rushing and before you can even think, your body was already making its way out of the place. You heard Hyunjin and Minho’s steps and explosions from behind, you glanced to your back and saw the squirrel come out running from the mixture of colored smokes. You realized that it that the bombs weren’t catastrophic but it still scared you. As much as you wanted to get away from the two, you can’t help but feel bad for the squirrel so you turned your heels and rushed to it. You frantically grabbed the squirrel and carried it. Albeit getting farther from the two, you didn’t notice the bomb coming at your direction. You were shaking as soon as you saw the bomb drop in front of you, and as an instinct, you ran back to the opposite side inspite of the colored smoke blocking your sight. You felt the ground shake from the explosion near you, making you lose your balance and your body collided with a softer surface.

Upon hearing that the explosions stopped, you pushed yourself up and saw an unconscious man lying under you.

“What the hell!” You stumbled backwards, garnering the attention of the man, he looked young though. His black hair is parted in the middle that flaunts his attractive face and his cheeks sort of resembled a squirrel’s. He appeared like a prince because of the tuxedo he was wearing.

“Wow… you were gorgeous.” Your eyes widened and you shut your mouth from embarrassment. You heard him scoff as he helped himself to a sitting position.

“What do you mean ‘were’? I am always gorgeous!” He rolled his eyes at you and you can’t help but to feel irritated from his cockiness. You stood up huffing as you removed the dust and dirt from your clothes.

“By the way, have you seen a squirrel?” You fanned your hands, trying to push away the smoke that causes you suffocation. The man behind you erupted in laughter and he looked at you in a judging manner. You could feel your irritation growing, you wanted no other than to slap that arrogant smirk off his face. “Did I say anything funny?”

“I didn’t expect you to be this dumb.” He made a straight face.

“Pardon?” You glared at him, clearly offended.

“I am the squirrel, dumbass!”

“But you look.. human...” It sounded more of a question than a statement.

“You know what, nevermind.” He shook his head, “Where are you going anyway? Maybe I can help you.”

You fought the urge to leave a sarcastic comment to avoid an argument. But where were you heading off to? You were just following him. “I was lost, I wanted to find my way out of here.”

“Are you not from here?”

“No… I am from Alium Orbis.” You fidgeted as you gazed down at your worn out pair of shoes. It really wasn’t your intention to travel to a different place, you only wanted to know what the squirrel was late for.

“I’ve never heard of it, but we can inquire at the palace.” He flashed you an apologetic smile and you nod.

The skies were already painted with hues of orange and pink yet you were still out in the woods, the route you were taking is the safest yet longest, according to the man beside you. You have learned that his name is Jisung and he was working at Minho and Hyunjin’s sometimes and he was quite used to the two’s antics. He also works for the king, he said that the king had a terrible anger so he works there as one of the palace’s repairmen. You also learned that he wasn’t cocky, he’s just very good at ‘teasing’ people. He joked a lot from time to time and you realized that hanging around with him was fun and never boring.

“Hey, Jisung.” You broke the silence that engulfed the atmosphere as you walked through the dark forest.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t eaten since noon, and I’m…” You shyly admitted since you cannot hold in the hunger, your stomach is churning and aching at the same time. You fished out your pocket watch and the timepiece says 8:27. Thankfully, there were lamp posts along the way so you could still see clearly despite the darkness.

“Right, my house is just a few minute walk from this place, can you still wait a bit longer?” Jisung scratched his nape.

“Yes, but my legs are getting weak so you’ve got to carry me when I cannot walk anymore.” You joked, trying to lift up the mood but Jisung stopped in front of you.

“Hop on.” Jisung crouched, his back facing you.

“Wait– no, I was just joking.” You laughed but your feet and legs are already sore.

“I said hop on.” Jisung impatiently argued, turning his head to you. You gulped nervously and obeyed. You can feel the erratic beating of your heart as Jisung carried you on his back on the way to his house. Your cheeks are flushed from another embarrassment with him.

“Jisung, I think I can walk now,” you stuttered, “my legs are now okay.”

“Nah, we’re already here.” You tore your gaze from his back and saw a small but cozy house, “Wait a moment, hold tighter.” You were about to argue but Jisung cut you off. He removed his right hand from supporting your other thigh as he slipped his hand inside his pocket to get the key and opened the door for the both of you. Your heart skipped a beat from his act.

“Jisung put me down.” You declared earning a chuckle from him before muttering ‘alright’, “Thanks, by the way,” you shy away from his gaze.

“You’re probably exhausted from all the running and walking, you can grab a pair from the clothesline and change in the bathroom,” Jisung pointed towards the door at the kitchen back door, “The bathroom is upstairs, the last door at the left.”

You whispered ‘thank you’ before heading to grab a pair of his clothes and go to the bathroom. As you cleaned up and changed into comfortable clothes, you pondered on how you got in this mysterious place. You heard the clanking of plates and pots from the kitchen as you washed your clothes and you couldn’t help the weird feeling in your chest.

Damn, Jisung has it all.

Not only was he funny, kind-hearted and gentleman, he also knew how to do all the domestic chores and it was a bonus that he’s awfully attractive. You felt the blush creeping up to your cheeks so you immediately shook off the idea. This isn’t right. You thought to yourself. It didn’t take you long enough to finish rinsing you clothes and you soon left the bathroom. You went to the kitchen and you were welcomed by the smell of food and of course, Jisung in an apron.

“Hey, Jisung.” Jisung jumped from your voice.

“You startled me!” He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, “You’re done?”

You nodded, “Can I hang my clothes outside?”

“Of course, but better hurry up. I’m almost done.”

The dinner was scrumptious and you savored the food with delight. You didn’t imagine that Jisung was a great chef. You’ve exchanged stories and personal experiences, just like friends in the get-to-know stage. He talked a lot and made you laugh countless times. You offered to wash the dishes as an act of returning the favor, he didn’t even oppose, you saw how his eyes lit up and you couldn’t help but laugh at how happy he looked.

Gazing through the telescope, “Look at the constellation! It looks like a pendulum!” You stood up and ushered Jisung to switch seats so that he could see it too. You sat beside each other at his mini observatory next to his room. It’s been an hour since you two started stargazing and you were having the time of your lives. It’s been a while since Jisung had a companion and it surely made him all giddy inside, but it wasn’t just the thought of having a companion that makes his heart flutter. It was you and he didn’t know why.

“Y/N, I think I might be falling in love with you.” You were taken aback by Jisung’s confession out of the blue. Long silence filled the atmosphere.

“But it hasn’t even been a day since we met.” You whipped your head to face him and you swore, there’s something in his eyes.

“I know, sounds absurd, right?” Jisung shook his head, you’re right, but who are you to tell him his own feelings, “Y/N…”

Jisung stared at your eyes, so do you, you could see that he was trying to see the deep side of you, trying to figure out the puzzle in you. It was funny how you only met him today yet you felt nostalgic. You stiffened the moment Jisung started closing the gap between the two of you, his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and a turmoil started boiling inside your chest. Jisung’s lips were only an inch far from yours when you felt dizzy again along with the ringing of bells in your ears. Your vision swirled and you were transported again in the void of darkness, falling. However, this time, there were faces of the clock in different sizes, all glowing as the hands pointed at twelve. You sighed in relief. Thank goodness, that was close.

「3rd Strike.」

You adjusted the telescope to find another constellation and you did. This time it looked like a pendulum, you wanted to show it to Jisung but knew fully well what could happen next, “Jisung, I’m getting sleepy. I think I should go to bed now.” You tried your best not to sound too awkward but failed.

“Yeah, sure.” Jisung got up from his seat, offered his hand to help you stand up and he led you to the room you’ll be staying in for the night.

“Thanks, Jisung,” You stepped inside then turned to face him, “good night.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

“Good night, Y/N.” You waited for him to leave before closing the door behind his back.

You turned off the light and walked over to the bed, it wasn’t very dark since the moonlight illuminated the room just right. You thought that maybe this “12 o’clock” thingy doesn’t seem bad at all. In fact, it saved you two times, but if you were to be given a chance to go back in time, that would be before he was gone. You also felt guilty for Jisung for an unknown reason. You have to put up an act tomorrow and pretend that nothing happened, well nothing did happen, but what almost did.

You woke up the next day feeling energized and ready to head home. Just like last night, Jisung cooked the meal while you washed the dishes since that was the only thing you could do for him in return, for now. You washed the clothes you wore last night and hung it outside, fortunately, your clothes dried up overnight. It was around 9 o'clock when the two of you left his house. On your journey, you noticed how Jisung seemed a bit off and you had a clue why. He still joked a lot and told you some of his embarrassing moments while working at the palace. You shared how your mother always scolded you whenever you did your antics. How you miss your home.

“Jisung, did you hear that?” You moved closer to Jisung as you whispered.

“You heard it too?” You nod at him and the growling sound became louder. You tugged the hem of his shirt as a signal to stop walking. Your eyes darted to your left, observing your surroundings while Jisung kept his eyes on the right side of the route, “Hey, Y/N. Continue walking but stay as close to me as possible.” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you to his side. You continued on your tracks and pretended as if you didn't hear the loud growling behind you.

“Y/N, on the count of three, you hide there.” Jisung eyed the bush near the oak, “walk faster this time.”

“Got it.”

Jisung mumbled, “One, two,” taking a deep breath, “three!” He pushed you away from him before transforming into a squirrel. You followed his instructions and hid behind the bush, as you peeked, you saw a chimera facing Jisung in his squirrel form.

“What the fuck, Jisung?” You cursed under your breath, you could see that if he tries to fight, he would be no match for Chimera’s size and abilities, but Jisung is smart and full of tactics– something that Chimera lacks. You trusted Jisung whatever his plan may be.

“If I don’t come back within an hour, you go first, the town is straight ahead. Look for the blacksmith and wait for me there. When he asks you why, just say “Jisung’s”.” Jisung was rapping and you almost didn’t pick up the last part.

“You wanna eat?” Jisung yelled, “You gotta run first, weakling!”

You wanted to punch Jisung hard, he really was very good at provoking but this wasn’t the best time to do so. You watched Jisung dashed off to the left side of the forest, which was opposite to where you were hiding. You grow more worried as minutes pass by. After what felt like an eternity, you decided to head first according to Jisung’s plan. Along the walk, you became more anxious about Jisung, you hoped that whatever his plan was, worked for him, because unfortunately, there you are, face to face with another creature– Greater Basilisk, oh, how lucky you were. Knowing that you were nothing compared to the beast, all you can do is run. Turning to your heels, you ran with all your might albeit trembling. You ran here and there, making you more lost than you actually were. You were worried as hell for Jisung and now you were running everywhere just to get away from the beast chasing after you. You were on the verge of breaking down when you heard the ringing in your ears. Thank goodness! You felt dizzy, causing you to trip on a twig you didn’t notice. The last thing you saw before your vision swirled was the Greater Basilisk’s mouth. You were transported into the void just in time, that’s when you let your tears out as you fall into nothingness, and you felt grateful for whatever this thing is.

「4th Strike.」

You opened your eyes and you were back in your hiding spot. You left out a heavy sigh and grabbed the clock from the pocket of your kirtle. The hands were pointing exactly at 11:45. So I get transported to the time, fifteen minutes before twelve. This time though, you decided not to leave your spot.

“So, what are we hiding from?” You flinched at the deep voice.

“Jisung?” You turned your head and met a man standing behind you wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers and suspenders worn over his shoulders. The first button of his shirt were unbuttoned, making him appear mature. He has his hair styled up that brags his pretty forehead. Were they all required to look this good?

“You’re staring,” He snorted, “and I am not Jisung.” He made himself comfortable beside you.

“Oh, you have the Horologium.” The man pointed to your pocket watch, “Where’d you get that?”

“What are you talking about? This was given by my mother.” You clutched the pocket watch close to your chest protectively.

“Is that so? I used to have one but I accidentally stepped on it.” He chuckled and that was the most pleasant thing you’ve ever heard since you came here.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you shoved back the watch inside your pocket, you felt like he has all the answers to your questions and you figured it wouldn’t hurt trying, “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Where are we?” He threw you a ridiculous look.

“At the forest, obviously.” You didn’t expect his answer but he’s right.

“What is this place?”

“Why are you here when you don’t even know this place!” He hit the bullseye, that’s very stupid of you to follow a squirrel without even having an idea where would it take you, and he notices your lack of response, “You’re in District 9.”

You heard a loud growling not too far from your hiding spot, “I hate reptiles.” You bit your lip and peeked from the bush that hid you and your guess was correct, it was the Greater Basilisk.

“How did you know?” The man beside you asked in a quiet voice.

“I already encountered that monster earlier!” You spoke in an angry tone, “I can’t believe it’ll come here.”

“So that’s what you were hiding from?”

“Not really. It just so happened that I followed Jisung’s plan but ended up face to face with that,” you sighed, should I tell him? “Do you know that 12 o’clock thing? I was transported back here before that monster ate my head off.”

Something in the deepest part of Seungmin’s memory struck upon the mention of 12 o’clock. You were really just like him when he first stumbled at District 9.

“Do you know that your watch can work like magic?” Seungmin asked.

“What are you saying this time?” You eyed him suspiciously.

Seungmin smirked, “The basilisk can smell us, if you wanted to know.” The tiny hairs on your nape stood up and you never wanted to have an encounter with that beast anymore. You took out the pocket watch faster than a lightning.

“What now?” You impatiently asked. Seungmin changed from sitting position into a crouching position before pulling you towards him. He grabbed your hand holding the timepiece and pressed the crown firmly. Your cheeks flushed upon the realization that Seungmin was holding your hand tight but it was cut short by the glowing of light from your pocket watch. The light formed a circle that served as a shell for the both of you.

“What is this?” You asked, bewildered by the hidden power your pocket watch holds.

“The power of Horologium,” Seungmin explained, “It can give you protection and invisibility but it only lasts for half an hour. Pretty cool, right?”

You faced Seungmin and noticed how dangerously close he was. His eyes met with yours and you felt the loud thumping inside your chest, you’re sure that he could see how red your cheeks were. You realized that he kind of looked familiar to you.

“You’re staring again,” Seungmin lightly chuckled, “I can’t believe you are already falling for me, princess.”

“If I push you out of this shield, what would happen to you?” You smiled in a sarcastic manner and he just rolled his eyes at you. He was about to say something whilst you glanced over the bush and the basilisk was standing in front of your hiding place.

“It’s right in front of us! Shh!” You placed your forefinger above his lips to shut him up. Little did you know, Seungmin was already dying inside yet feeling alive from the close proximity, his heart did a series of backflips when your finger came in contact with his lips. He didn’t understand why you have this effect on him and it’s not like he hated it, he was just baffled.

“It’s gone!” Seungmin snapped out of his trance, “But how do I deactivate this?”

“Yeah, right, all you have to do is chant ‘in tempore’.” The shield slowly faded after Seungmin muttered the chant, “See?”

“How awesome!” A wide smile spread across your face from astonishment.

Seungmin couldn’t suppress the smile forming on his lips from how adorable you looked.

“Woah there buddy, get your hands off.” Your eyes darted towards the owner of the stern voice and found Jisung with an extremely disheveled hair.

“Who are you to tell me?” Seungmin helped you get up and smiled at you gently making Jisung grow more irritated.

“Why would I trust someone like you?” Oh, Jisung, stop digging your own grave.

“Why are you so worked up? I just helped her hide from a beast, right?” You nodded enthusiastically. Seungmin enjoyed the sight, he can read him and he wanted to try pushing Jisung’s buttons further, “Why are you acting so protective of her when you literally left her alone?”

Jisung clenched his jaw, he couldn’t admit that he was feeling jealous of seeing Seungmin holding you too close to him for his liking.

“I know you find her cute and all but can we like, leave now? We have something else to do, Min.” A charming young man with cold, fox-like eyes and blue hair came out from the opposite side of the forest. He was wearing a vest instead of suspenders, unlike Seungmin.

“How did you find me?” Seungmin’s ears turned cherry red. How could Jeongin expose him like that?

“You just talked to this girl and you already forgot that I can literally smell you from miles? Oh, greater basilisk, this isn’t you, Min!” Jeongin cackled.

“Hey, I have a name!” You glared at him

“Alright, Miss. But I wasn’t talking to you.” Jeongin snapped back.

“Watch your mouth, Jeongin.” Seungmin threatened, he was not just having it.

“Yeah, sure, Loverboy. Come on, we’ve got to go somewhere!” Jeongin waved his hand in annoyance.

Seungmin rolled his eyes before whispering to you, “I apologize in his stead, he’s not usually like this.” He walked over to Jeongin while Jisung was shooting daggers with his eyes as Seungmin walked past him.

“Let’s go, Y/N.” Jisung gave Seungmin one last glare before pulling you to his side.

“See you later, Y/N, bye chipmunk!” Seungmin waved at you before dragging Jeongin away, seeing Jisung frown made Seungmin erupt in laughter.

Oh god, why does his laugh sound familiar?

“Why were you still there? I told you to go first.” Jisung blurted out unconscious of the anger in his tone.

“Hey, calm down. Why are you so angry? I was almost- if I didn’t wait for you, I would have already been eaten by the basilisk.” Jisung’s anger slowly died down because of your next words, “Also, I was worried as hell for you!”

“You were?” Jisung didn’t notice the smile creeping up his cheeks.

“Why are you smiling like that? It’s freaking me out.” You pushed Jisung away from you jokingly and he just left a hearty laugh, “You’re weird.”

“Call me that one more time and I won’t treat you to lunch.” Jisung deadpanned.

“Alright, mighty squirrel.”

「Last Strike.」

Upon reaching the castle, you were welcomed by the king having tantrums so you were escorted to the garden instead. His loud yelling echoed within the palace halls and you were never terrified of someone in your life until today, not even your mother. You heard a loud shattering of glass causing you to flinch on your seat, across the you was Jisung sighing heavily.

“When you said he’s got a bad temper I didn’t know that it was that bad.” You admitted.

“Not to scare you, but actually... that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Jisung gave you an uneasy smile as he picked up a cookie on the table.

After what seemed like an hour, the king’s shouting could no longer be heard and the tension inside the palace walls died down, you were asked to come to a room for interrogation. The servant bowed before leaving the two of you in front of a wooden door. You knocked and heard a muffled voice behind the door saying come in.

“Greetings, my King.” You copied Jisung’s actions and bowed.

“You may have a seat,” The king spoke without sparing you a glance, he was busy signing documents, “What brings you here?”

“My King, I found another lost traveler in our land.” You were confused with Jisung’s statement and he has this mysterious aura around him that left an unsettling feeling inside you.

So this isn’t the first time they’ve encountered people like me.

“Oh, really? Please tell me more about it.” The king finally decided to turn to you.

“Here’s Y/N. She said she was from Alium Orbis.” Jisung took a pause, “does our District 9 perhaps have connection to other lands?”

“Alium Orbis… that sounds familiar.” The king rang the bell and a servant entered the room.

“You called, Your Majesty?” The servant bowed to the king, “Do you need anything, Your Highness?”

“Have you ever heard of Alium Orbis? I think we had someone come here before from that land.” You were staring at the king for a very long time now and you notice how intimidating he looked. His eyes had this sense of authority in them, his broad shoulders also added to his intimidating look, as if he can break anyone into pieces.

“Yes, Your Majesty. His name was Kim Seungmin.” You felt your heart jump upon hearing the name.

“Miss Y/N, do you know him by any chance?” The king’s piercing gaze almost made your soul leave your body.

“I do, Your Highness.” Tons of questions about Seungmin flooded your mind. One day you all woke up and Seungmin disappeared just like that. His parents almost turned mad when they heard the news that their only son was missing.

“That’s good news then.” The king turned to his servant, “Where is he now?”

“I believe he’s with the Teller. He still wasn’t able to leave our land.”

“I remember now, it’s been exactly twelve years, right?” The king placed his hand under his chin as he tried to figure out the reason, “Suspicious.”

“Nevermind,” The king opened the drawer and took out a piece of paper before handing it to you, “this is the map to the Teller’s place.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” You gave him a small smile.

“I advise you to start your journey sooner before the day gets succumbed by darkness.” You were freaked out by the king’s choice of words but you stood up from your seat anyway.

“Thank you, Lord Changbin.” Jisung bowed before the king and the servant escorted you out of the palace.

It took you three hours to get to the Teller’s place, you were feeling nervous and uneasy for an unknown reason. You should be excited, right?

You lightly knocked on the door and you were welcomed by none other than him. You did not expect that he would be the one you’re looking for, “Oh, it’s you. Uhm, you are the Teller?”

“No, it’s Jeongin.” If the man standing in front of you isn’t Jeongin- oh.

“Seungmin?” A large part of you hope that you’re right, despite the information from earlier, you’ve been looking for him all this time, and maybe that was the reason he looked familiar.

“Yes, that’s my name.” Seungmin smiled pleasantly, you mentioning his name sounded mellifluous to him, “You’re looking for Jeongin?” You nodded calmly inspite the storm in your insides.

“We are not here to flirt.” Jisung scoffed behind you and Seungmin rolled his eyes before stepping aside to get in. Seungmin motioned you to follow him and led you to what seemed like a place for rituals.

“Jeongin, someone’s looking for you.”

“Oh, so, it’s your girl.” Jeongin scoffed but Seungmin did not answer, instead rolling his eyes.

“So you’re not denying it, I see.” Jeongin’s smirk grew wider but decided to stop picking on the older’s nerves, but that smirk soon vanished from his face when he turned to you, “I know why you’re here. Do you want me to get straight to the point?”

“Sure.” Jeongin pointed to the seat near the cauldron, gesturing you to have a seat.

“First answer to your question, just like a pendulum, it never stops once you move it, so does the Horologium. You will continue to go back in time when the clock strikes to twelve until you leave this place.” You were amazed and creeped out at the same time, “I know the route to Alium Orbis, Seungmin’s from there too, unfortunately, he broke his clock so he couldn’t return, not only that, he also forgot his memories outside District 9. Seungmin’s clever and all but sometimes he’s just dumb.” Seungmin let out a sound of disapproval and Jeongin laughed, his pleasure truly comes from annoying the older. However, the thought of Seungmin forgetting you does hurt like hell.

“So, Y/N, if you were to leave make sure that you will step out of the boundary before twelve. I suppose there are other ways but I still haven’t found out.” Jeongin didn’t even trip on his words, he wasn’t the Teller for nothing, “But you know, at District 9, once you enter there’s no way of getting out.” Jeongin laughed rather maniacally, his wicked voice filling the house.

“What do you mean by that?” You abruptly stood up from your seat.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know fully well what that means.” Jeongin walked closer to you, raising his hand that was emitting blue flame. Seungmin stepped in before Jeongin could hurt you, “What now, Seungmin? You’re going to protect her when you couldn’t even protect yourself?”

Jisung who has been silent since you entered the house finally spoke, “Y/N, the truth is... You will never be able to leave this place,” he stood beside Jeongin before he continued, malice notable in his voice, “No one can leave this house.”

As if on cue, Jeongin started shooting flames around the house while Jisung took out bombs similar to Minho’s and Hyunjin’s and threw it everywhere. The colored smoke blocked your vision while the smell of burning wood entered your lungs. Their wicked laughter reverberated within the house, there’s no way you’d let them burn you alive. The suffocating atmosphere inside the house made you hold your breath as you tried to step forward despite the heavy feeling on your legs due to the lack of oxygen to grab Seungmin’s arm, luckily he was just a few steps away from you. You managed to get out of the house unharmed even though you bumped on several furniture and broke objects on the way to find the exit.

However, Jisung and Jeongin were quick to follow you. Seungmin’s movements were really languid as if he didn’t care about anything. Your kicking adrenaline was the only reason you were able to run speedily despite Seungmin’s lazy and heavy footsteps that keeps slowing you down.

“Seungmin, we have to leave now!” You dragged him away from Jisung and Jeongin.

“But Y/N, I don’t want to leave.” Seungmin’s words made you stop on your tracks, “that’s why I intentionally broke my clock.”

“Seungmin, we don’t belong here. They’re all insane!” You cried, at this point, the only thing you wanted to do was to leave this hell of a place. You’ve had enough of all the madness this place bears.

“Didn’t everyone in the town call me that?” Seungmin tightened his fist, his memories came flooding, he could now remember everything– from his childhood to people calling him insults, he was just a kid enjoying his imagination and fantasies, “Y/N, please let me go.”

“No, Seungmin, I cannot afford to lose you again.” You were sobbing, letting your feelings out.

Ever since Seungmin disappeared, not once you did not think of him. He was your best friend who caused the blossoming feelings inside you, the only one you could trust, the only one who could understand your complexity. The only one you wanted to sacrifice your life for and give all the happiness in the world. Your feelings for him never changed throughout the years.

“Please, Seungmin.” That was the most selfish thing you’ve ever done in your life. You only wanted to spend the rest of your life with no one but Seungmin.

“Why, Y/N? Tell me why should it matter to you!” Seungmin yelled, pain and trauma evident from his tone, you never knew that he was suffering inside all those times. You choked on your sobs, the lump in your throat was getting bigger, it’s now or never.

“Because I care for you! Can’t you see that? You’re my best friend!” Oh god, how hard could admitting one’s feelings get?

“You can find another best friend there,” Seungmin started tearing up too, “Just leave me alone.”

“I don’t want anyone else!” Your mouth already has a mind of its own, and you couldn’t believe the next words that slipped out of your mouth, “I only want you!”

It made you even more frustrated with everything. You glanced at the clock dangling around your neck, you only had ten minutes 'till 12 and you wanted to leave, but not without Seungmin.

“If you really care for me, then stay with me here.” Seungmin stepped closer to you, offering his hand.

“Why are you acting so childish, Min!” Your emotions were getting mixed up and from afar, you could hear Jeongin and Jisung’s shouts and twisted words.

“Y/N! I thought you liked me? Why are you running away from me?” The tone of Jisung’s voice made shivers crawl on your body.

“Seungmin, they’re near, let’s leave!” You pulled Seungmin but he doesn’t budge.

“You like Jisung?” Seungmin’s eyes looked hurt and empty as it gazed at your frustrated ones. You wanted to hug him but there’s not enough time.

“Please Seungmin, not this.” Why can’t you just admit it?

“Don’t avoid the question, Y/N.”

“Let’s leave now, please. They would be here anytime soon.”

“Why can’t you just leave me here and go on your own?” Seungmin was really trying to get those words out of your throat.

“For heaven’s sake, Min. Don’t make me say it!” You smacked your forehead in annoyance.

“Say what?”

Screw it.

“Of course, I love you! Why would there be any other reason?” You never thought you would have the courage to admit your feelings, especially not this way.

“I’ll never let Jisung take you.” With those words, Seungmin picked you up swiftly in his arms and ran from the scene as fast as he could.

“Why couldn’t you just say it?” Seungmin asked, his eyes still focused on the way.

“For fuck’s sake, I don’t even know how you feel!” Your voice raised in defense.

“That’s so stupid, Y/N! I already told you many times that I liked you!” Seungmin groaned in frustration, he thought he already made it clear.

“I thought you meant that as a friend.” Seungmin couldn’t be mad at you, though he declared his feelings for you, he never acted on it, maybe that was the reason you didn’t feel it.

“I’m sorry. I did not make it clear either.” Seungmin looks at you with so much regret in his eyes, he swore that this time, he’d treat you right.

“It’s okay, Min,” you wiped the tears that stained his cheeks.

“Hold tight, Y/N. We’re gonna use your watch to leave this hell.” You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck while holding the timepiece in your left hand tightly to avoid it slipping out of your neck. He sped up, and from his back, you could see Jeongin and Jisung chasing after the two of you.

He stopped in front of a large wall and put you down, “Now, give me the Horologium.” You quickly handed him the watch and he wrapped his arm around your waist, making heart flutter from his action, “Hug me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said hug me.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head on his chest.

“Why do you have to say it like that!” You heard Seungmin let out a mischievous chuckle.

“Brace yourself, we’re gonna end this cycle once and for all.”

You saw Seungmin throw your pocket watch on the ground causing it to break. You wanted to cry but you’re fully aware that Seungmin knows better. You peeked from his shoulder, Jisung and Jeongin were nearing you two, “Seungmin, they’re here!”

“I forgot the chant!” You looked at Seungmin wide-eyed, “No, I’m just kidding.”

Before you can punch his arm, you heard him mumble before stepping on the watch.

“In nullo tempore.”

Just in time, you saw Jisung and Jeongin freeze on their spot, as if the time stopped, the surroundings became silent and the only thing you could hear was the obnoxious ringing in your ear. You felt the familiar dizziness along with the pulsating of your head, Seungmin pressed his body closer to yours, if that was possible, tightening his grip around your waist. You saw a blinding light before you were transported harshly to the familiar void of darkness.

You heard Seungmin utter your name.

“I can’t see you but I can feel you,” you cringed at your words, “What I meant is, I cannot see you but I can still feel you hugging me. Yeah, uh, why do I feel like we’re floating?”

“Y/N…” Seungmin spoke slowly this time.

“What?” Your voice echoed in the void.

“Do you really mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“You care for me.” You felt your cheeks heating up.

“I do.” You sighed, “Never once you left my mind. I miss you so much, the thought of never seeing you again kills me more than anything.” A tear escaped your eye and you were surprised to see your tear glowed as it floated above you but you couldn’t care less.

“I felt lonely without you, I thought I was going nuts from the emptiness.” More tears escaped your eyes as you sobbed on his chest.

“I love you too.” Seungmin caressed your locks and it made your heart feel warm; if it weren’t for you, he would have been stuck with his fears and would never have the courage to leave. “Y/N, your tears… Look at them.” You looked up to see the droplets of your tears glowed in different colors, becoming the source of light to the dark void, it formed a constellation that looked like the one you saw through the telescope– a pendulum. Seungmin was beyond ethereal, with the glowing bits of light that casted the surroundings and you’ve never felt so in love.

“Wait, how long are we gonna stay like this?” You faced Seungmin, and you have never seen him look so happy yet sad at the same time.

“Oh, right. I forgot to say the last chant.” You lightly smack his chest and he placed a quick peck on your lips that is enough for the fireworks to burst inside your chest before giving you his heart eyes.

“The pendulum stops here and now.”

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piracytheorist · 4 years ago

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A Kiss for Good Luck (14/16)

Summary: So this is the story of one born lucky, and one born unlucky. Fate will keep making them cross paths, but is it to bring them together, or to test them? Captain Swan AU.

A/N: Would you look at that. The 14th chapter, which includes some fluff and general romantic feelings (and some angst, I mean, you know me), is being uploaded on Valentine’s Day. I swear I hadn’t planned any of that XD

Rating: T (make sure you’re okay with the warnings on AO3)

Word count for this chapter: 3.3k (51k in total) AO3

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Chapter 14: Emma Swan and Killian Jones, June 23rd 2016

The sun has barely come out when Killian wakes up. For a moment he wonders if he dreamed the previous night, but his doubts wash away as he turns around on the couch, still in the clothes he wore the previous night. A thin sheet is on the floor next to him. He must’ve kicked it off in his sleep.

He gets up and walks to the door to his bedroom; it's half open and he can see Emma sleeping soundly on his bed. He leans on the door frame for a moment and watches her. He was too drunk the previous night for his brain to even fully register she'd come, let alone why.

Could she know? Did she figure it out too?

The lack of a headache despite his drinking the previous night leads him to think that yes, she did, and she made sure to rid herself of the luck as soon as she met him, just as he'd predicted.

He silently picks up fresh clothes and jumps in the shower. When he comes out, Emma has woken up and is tiredly leaning on the same door frame he was leaning before.

Killian takes a brisk step towards her, intending to kiss her, but she pulls back in time.

“Sorry,” Emma says. “It doesn't mean- it's not that I don't want to...”

He looks at her. “You know. You figured it out.”

She shrugs. “Same way you did.”

“I should have showed you where the water heater is last night. You want to take a shower?”

“That would be nice.”

He leans towards her again. “Will you allow me just this, so that I can be sure you won't slip in there and hit your head?”

“Killian...”

“Please.”

“I came here to give you your luck back. It was yours to begin with.”

He sighs. “Can we have this discussion when we're both properly awake?"

She nods and he leaves a kiss on her cheek. Emma seems ready to complain, but is too jet-lagged to do so. He walks past her to his bedroom. “I'll bring you clean towels.”

Emma lets the warm water wash over her, finally feeling the exhaustion wear off a little. She's not surprised to hear the sound of something, probably a plate, breaking in the kitchen. Feeling guilty, she turns the water off and puts soap on.

She's already feeling much better. Is jet-lag all a matter of luck?

She wouldn't really know. In all her plane trips before she met Killian – officially – she was the one who was the lucky one.

She peeks briefly at Killian when she comes out. He's sitting on the couch, waiting with two cups of coffee on the table in front of him.

She puts on clean clothes and joins him, sitting next to him and preparing for a kiss.

He leans away a bit, but still smiling at her.

“You figured it out before you left,” she says. “That's why you skipped back through the queue to come kiss me.”

He lowers his head. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I'd left and knowingly taken the luck with me.”

“But you gave it to me, as if... as if it was so simple.”

“You would have done the same.” He looks at her. “Isn't that why you came here without saying anything?”

She suddenly remembers she should have cancelled her hotel reservation. It's too late now to have any chance for a refund, luck notwithstanding. “You did lie to me,” she says teasingly, staring into his eyes. “You were that pirate boy in that Halloween party.”

He sighs, smiling slightly. “I have no idea how I managed to lie so smoothly at that point.”

“Is that when you realized it? You covered it pretty well.”

“But you still knew there was something wrong.”

Of course she did. They were, somehow, an open book to each other.

“Do you remember the next time?” she asks.

“In that club in New York City.”

“I... I remember the gunshots,” she says in a low voice. She doesn't miss the slight twitch of his lips. “It was... it was you, wasn't it? And your girlfriend.”

Killian closes his eyes. He feels his head hurt, and that's certainly not from the current lack of luck.

Emma can't hold a sniffle back in time, and Killian immediately says, “It wasn't your fault.”

“It's so messed up. If I hadn't kissed you...”

“You asked me first.”

“I didn't ask you if you wanted-”

“Emma, please.” His voice is shaking, and it shuts her up. “You didn't know. And... Milah's loss, watching her being murdered... it hasn't healed completely.” He lifts his head to look at her. “It's enough to deal with by itself, I can't...”

He lowers his head again, and Emma bites at her lip, shaken by the pain written on his face. He's right. She shouldn't feel guilty over it, and even if she does, she can't burden him with it.

He takes a deep breath and looks at her again, face calmer now. “I think it would have happened anyway. You think all the times we met were a coincidence? We're from two different parts of the world, and we met three times before we even had the chance to catch each other's names. And we kissed in all of them.”

“You think it's just fate?”

“It's a cruel game she's played on us, but I can't find any logical explanation.”

“Could it be a test?”

“Of what?”

“Of who will be the first to run off with luck on their side.”

Killian thinks for a moment. “I hadn't thought of that. That sounds even more cruel, considering we'd have to steal the luck from each other. And with a kiss, no less.”

“I can't imagine what you must have been thinking after you kissed me at the airport.” She takes his hand in hers. “If there really is a test involved, I'm pretty sure you passed it.”

“Maybe it's long-term. Just yesterday a bird shat on my head.” He snorts a laugh. “A few too many of those and I would be back on a plane to Boston.”

“So... what do we do?” Emma says, but she's perfectly sure it's a question he's having as well.

“You won't settle on keeping the luck for yourself when you go back, will you?”

Her face crumbles, and he doesn't stop her when she captures his lips in hers.

“Not a chance,” she says and leans her head on his shoulder.

After a short silence, he says, “When did you figure it out?”

“Three days ago, I think.”

“And you came here that fast?” His voice raises in pitch.

“I couldn't stay still as soon as I knew. And well, I did buy a lottery ticket and, you know...”

He leans back a little to look at her. His expression is not that same smile that usually breaks her; it's sadder, with a pinch of surprise, but it has the same effect. He kisses her, but she leans back in when he tries to break off. They allow themselves a moment to kiss and not count, and then they look at each other lost.

“Who's got it now?” Killian asks.

Emma smiles. She wraps her arms around him.

“I can't leave without knowing you have it.”

“You know, I've had some time to think about it.” He wraps his own arm around her and kisses the top of her head. “And I've had a few theories.”

“Such as?”

He leans a bit back so they can see each other again. “I think the longer one stays lucky, the worse the bad luck hits later.”

“You think that is? I've had the bad luck longer, but you've had it worse. It would make sense.”

“Swan, you can't compare the two.”

“You're the one comparing.”

“I'm comparing the individual situations, not which one of us has had it worse.”

“It wasn't always good for me, you know that. But I never had to lose anyone.”

Killian's face falls a little.

“How could you do it? How could you give me your luck thinking that you could be endangering the life of someone you love?”

“Stop calling it 'my' luck,” he says softly.

“It was yours first.”

He gives her an incredulous look, but then his face turns thoughtful. “It was a last-moment decision. At first I thought it was just us meeting, I don't know why it took me so long to figure out it was with a kiss that it swapped.”

“Oh.”

“When I reached the checkpoint, I found a banknote and I realized I was still lucky, despite what I'd originally thought.”

“And you came back to kiss me.”

He nods.

She sighs. “Both so stubbornly selfless.”

He takes his arm away so that he can hold her hand. “Do you remember when I called you for New Year's?”

“How could I forget?” she says, smiling.

“When I saw how you were at first, I promised myself I'd never let you experience anything like that again. And with that in mind, I couldn't leave you unlucky.”

“But, your family...”

He shakes his head. “Is it really a surprise you found me like that last night?”

Her eyes widen. “Did something happen?”

“No, thankfully. Not to us, at least.” To her unspoken question, he answers, “The detective who helped with my case, you remember some trials I told you about?”

“What happened?”

“He was shot, he's in a coma now, and Nemo happened to be the one fostering his twelve-year-old daughter.”

“That's too many coincidences.”

“I talked to him, to Nemo, about all this.”

“You did?! Did he believe you?”

He smiles a little. “This isn't Hollywood, love. He's known me for half my life. Though I was surprised when he immediately trusted I wasn't going nuts. So we talked about it, and we can't see any reason why the detective getting shot has any connection to us. But I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Hm. Anything else?”

“Aside from occasionally getting stuck in traffic, or broken elevators, or stepping on dog shit, not much. At least I was prepared to be unlucky this time.”

“Well, now I am too.” She sits up straight, as if to prove her point. “Prepared, I mean.”

“Swan...”

“It's my time to be incredibly selfless.”

“You've been unlucky the longest. You deserve some more time to relax.”

“But you said that the bad luck hits back harder. So next time for me it will be worse than you've been having it now.”

He pauses. He didn't consider that. He hadn't actually considered there would be a next time.

“So, how are we going to do this?”

“Do what?”

She points between the two of them. “Be together. Try to keep it balanced.”

“You still want to be with me?” His face betrays his disbelief.

She wraps her arms around his neck again. “Of course I do. Why do you think I came all this way?”

“Emma... you don't- you didn't expect what you saw last night. I'm relapsing. And it's not the first time I do.”

“We can work with that.” She brushes her hand through his hair.

“You don't deserve that.”

“I don't care. You don't deserve going back to drinking, either. You were willing to leave me with good luck, forever.” She puts her palm on his cheek. “I want to know you'll be okay. And I want to help, if I can. Was that why you were pulling away?”

“Not exactly... maybe, in part. I was hoping you'd lose interest, so you'd never risk getting unlucky again. I went back to drinking in an effort to protect my family.”

“How would that help?”

“I've been a walking jinx. I hoped that I could make them disgust me so they'd stay away from me.”

“Oh, Killian...”

“I failed miserably. They love me too much for their own good.”

“I know this sounds weird, but I'd gladly be the asshole and run away with the luck on my side if you promised to never try something like that again.”

He smiles a little. “Bad fortune leading to character development?”

“So that's what it was all about!” she teases. “Fate wanted us to be deeply layered humans. How kind of her.”

They laugh half-heartedly. At least they have each other in this.

“So what do you think this is?” she says. “Fate toying with us?”

“I have a theory about that too. We have one day difference between our birthdays, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But I was born here. You in the United States. What if it's not really one day? What if it's just a few hours?” He shrugs slightly. “What if there's no actual difference at all?”

Emma thinks for a moment. “I remember seeing my birth certificate. I was born at night, around ten, eleven?”

Killian nods. “It would be three or four in the morning here then. I was born very early in the morning. I don't remember the hour exactly-”

“You wouldn't,” Emma says with a cheeky smile.

Killian laughs lightly. “I've happened to have seen my birth certificate too, you know. And it was very early too. I think my mother said she'd woken up in the middle of the night and my... father took her to the hospital.”

“So you think we were born at the exact same time? Or moment, at least?”

“It wouldn't be hard to check. I think it was all fate's doing, after that. It kept throwing things into our lives so we'd lean towards each other's path.”

“Until we finally had the chance to actually get each other's names.” She leans closer to him.

“Quite a cruel game it played on us, but maybe now we can at least achieve some normalcy.”

“Tell me about it. After everything we've been through, it's so hard to just accept the good things.”

“Aye. You get used to things going well, then you kiss a stranger and suddenly you lose everything.”

Killian doesn't mean any malice with his words, she knows, but Emma nearly feels her heart break. After she kissed him at that Halloween party, she did lose everything. But he doesn't know how much it meant to her, especially through her darkest moments, to remember the way that pirate boy looked at her. So much that fifteen years later that same look had the same effect.

Was she just a stranger that destroyed his life to him?

“Hey, hey,” Killian says. “That's not what I meant at all.”

“What?” She looks up lost, realizing her eyes are full of tears.

He smiles softly, that damn smile of his. “I told you, I truly believe it was fate that brought us together. Our luck would have swapped sides no matter what, at one point or another. Fate made our paths cross, but I am bloody well glad it was you I had to meet.”

What the fuck, she thinks, that's so sweet.

He's always so good with words. She just kisses him again, then sighs. “We'll have to get used to that too.”

“What?”

“The thought that every kiss comes with a consequence.”

He holds her tighter. “It's a cross we'll bear together.”

Together.

He looks down. “If I came to live in Boston, would you help me until I get a job and an apartment?”

“You would come with me?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I... I thought we could settle for like, visiting each other every few months or so. Otherwise, we'll have to count kisses every day, going after the other to pass on our luck...”

He brings his hand up to caress her cheek, not missing how she now called it 'their' luck. “Kissing, as physical touch, is a love language. Giving each other luck can be kind of the same.”

They lean into each other's embrace. It's amazing how easier it is now that the truth is out, despite what it might mean for their relationship.

“Are you serious about moving? You want to come live in Boston?”

“I've made enough snap decisions to know a serious one when I see it.”

Emma feels her heart soar. He's willing to move countries just to be with her, after he'd condemned himself to a lifetime of bad luck for her sake. She kisses him again and sighs. The thought of having him by her side, and not just count on right scheduling and phone screens to have him close...

A sudden idea jumps at her right as Killian's phone rings. He stands up to take it, and Emma starts wondering. Norway is very close from here. Why should it be Killian who has to move across the Atlantic?

Killian picks up his phone.

“Good morning,” Killian says.

“Killian? Are you alright?” Nemo says.

“Aye, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nemo, I'm alright.” He looks at Emma and smiles. A bit more than alright.

“Are you available? I need you to pick up Alice from school when she's done and look after her for the evening. If you're not okay...”

Killian suppresses a sigh. “I can do that. Don't worry. Everything alright?”

“Yeah. John needs some help at the office today.”

And he doesn't trust Killian. Nothing unexpected, if he's honest – though it's surprising that Nemo trusts him with taking care of the girl. “Mind if I bring some company? Emma surprised me with a visit.”

“Emma? She's here? Does she... know?”

“Yes.”

Nemo is silent for a moment, but eventually says, “You'll tell me all about it later. She can come, of course.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you. Could you also cook? There's meat and peas in the fridge, they just need to be cooked in a pan.”

“I will. No problem.”

“Thank you, Killian.”

Killian hangs up and looks at Emma; she's stood up and is looking at his old framed family photo.

She smiles at him. “Your mother and brother?”

“Aye. It's the only picture I've got of them.” He looks at it, sighing deeply. “You recognized me?”

Her smile turns into a smirk. “Would you recognize me? You're lucky I don't have- Ugh.”

He catches her meaning. “Am I?” He kisses her temple. “Or maybe now?”

She looks back at the picture. She's not surprised his biological father isn't depicted anywhere, even as an addition to the original. “Your mother was very beautiful. Was red her natural hair colour?”

He smiles a little. “I like to think that's where I got the ginger beard from.”

She wraps her arm around his, then her free hand takes his. She looks at the other photo, the one of his new family, with both fathers and both siblings. And then yet another one, with him and the one who's most possibly Milah. After a moment of silence she asks, “Where are we going?”

“To my fathers' house.”

She smiles widely. “Meeting the parents already?”

Killian laughs lightly. “They'll be busy today and Nemo asked me if I can take care of the girl he's fostering.” He squeezes her hand in his. “Though I would like you to meet them too.”

#Captain Swan #captain swan ff #cs ff #ouat ff #akfgl #captain swan movie marathon #piracytheorist writes

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belovedkingx · 5 years ago

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Our little secret | jhs

» Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

» Genre: Vampire!au, Reincarnation!au, Smut, Fluff, angst

» Word Count: 7.6k+

✥ Summary: Normally, someone would be terrified when they find out, they would feel fear rushing through their veins but you weren't like that, you found pleasure in the realization of who and what he was.

Warnings: attempted humor, dirty jokes, blood, dirty talk, swearing, marking/scratching/biting, Cunnilingus, fingering, Intercrural sex, praising, blood-drinking, counting, creampie

A\N: This is officially the longest fic I’ve ever written, it was meant to be a lot shorter. I may have gotten a bit carried away.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

|| Masterlist || Part of the “Nightfall” series

— posted: 10.22.2019

Loud music filled your ears as you held on to your red solo cup, filled with what you could only assume to be vodka and pineapple juice. You were sitting on the couch, bored when a couple sat extremely close to you as they were intensely locking lips, they were practically on you.

You pushed them off as you stood up, walking to the kitchen where there were fewer people. You knew college parties weren't your thing the only reason why you came was that your friends begged you to go, but as soon as you guys arrived they left you on your own. You were hoping at least one of them would stay with you.

As you stood against the counter you decided it would be best to leave, you reached for your phone to let your friends know you were leaving. You made your way into the living room, passing through drunk college students. As soon as you made it to the front door you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn to see Jackson pushing passed the people to get to you. You rolled your eyes, thinking he was gonna try and convince you to stay.

“Hey, there you are," He spoke loudly due to the music. You look at him with a raised eyebrow "Where are you going?" He asked as if you hadn't just texted in the group chat that you were gonna head home. "I think I've been here long enough, you stay, have fun I'm just gonna go home," He frowned at your words, getting a little bit closer to you. Before he could speak your other two friends came rushing towards you, calling your name.

"Oh thank god, you caught her before she left," Taehyung speaks, breathing heavily. Then your friend kelly stands next to Jackson. "Did you run just to find me?" you asked taehyung amused. He just nods his head repeatedly. "You can't leave, it's still early" You chuckled at Kelly's words because it was nowhere near early. "It's like 1 in the morning," she just nods, saying that that was still early for a party.

"Okay, How about this," Kelly speaks, getting the two males and your attention. "Will since it's Halloween, why don't we go do something fun together, that we all would enjoy?" she suggests. "It's no longer Halloween and what are we gonna do at 1 in the morning, everything is closed," Taehyung finally caught his breath then spoke on the matter. "I agree with kelly cause we did kinda ditched you, so we should do something together."

You nod your head in agreement. "Okay, but we still need to find something to do," You stated. Jackson puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder lightly pushing him towards the door before doing the same to you and kelly. "Let's just get out of this party and figure it out once we get some coffee in us," Jackson said as he ushered all of you out. Everyone hummed in agreement, walking out the door.

"I know this cozy little café not too far from us that stays open till 3 AM," Jackson announced. Kelly's and your eyes widen in excitement. "Well lead the way, Jakie boy," she says, swinging her arm around your shoulder, ready to leave.

The four of you walked and talked about everything, which only took about 5-10 minutes to get there. You finally decided to fling kelly's arm off of you since your neck was killing you, she was just using you for a sort of support. As you give your neck a mini massage Taehyung was telling one of his dirty jokes. "Okay, I have another one," Everyone including you sighed, knowing how bad it was gonna be.

"What do you get when you cross a dick with a potato?" Taehyung asked but didn't waste a second waiting for one of you to answer back. "A dictator." no one laughed, kelly just gives him the death glare. "Taehyung, don't you think that you've worn that joke out," Jackson chuckles as he agrees. "Yeah, you've told that joke too many times," You shake your head, wanting no part in of whatever was unfolding before your eyes.

"Okay Okay, I have a better one," you smile to yourself as they walk a few feet in front of you. "What are the three shortest words... in the English language?" Taehyung smiled as he waited for a response, proud that he had a new joke to tell. You looked up ahead passed your friends and saw a large light grey sign with lit-up letters that spelled out "Midnight Balcony Café”. You figured that that was the place Jackson was talking about. Your mind came back to the question taehyung asked and you immediately spoke out.

"Is it in." Those were the only words you said, causing taehyung to look back at you shocked and what you could detect to only be a disappointment. The other two chuckled. "How did you know the answer?" You start to laugh at taehyung but also feeling a little bad cause you realized how bad he wanted to deliver the punch line. "I may have seen that joke online somewhere," immediately kelly and Jackson start to laugh even harder as Taehyung pouted like a little kid.

"Well, that was a lot better than the last one taetae, keep throwing these kinds of jokes at me then you might just have me rolling on my ass," kelly teased, trying to get him to stop pouting, even tho she enjoyed seeing his pouty face. Finally, you were here, standing in front of the cute little cafe that was pretty bare, there was only one worker and two other people, that you assumed to be college students as well.

Once you walked in, the smell of freshly grounded coffee with a mixture of Cinnamon and other bold satisfying aromas filled your lungs as you took a deep breath. As you looked around you thought it to be interesting that you never noticed this place before, taking in the colors and designs on the wall as you made your way to the counter. You gazed at the display of pastries as you heard the woman greet kelly and the others.

"Hello, Welcome to Midnight balcony Cafe. What can I get for you," The woman spoke with a warm smile, ready to take everyone's order. You quickly made up your mind on what you wanted and took the opportunity to look around some more as the other ordered. The place was warm and cozy, with green plants decorating various spots of the shop.

You noticed off to the left side of the cafe, was another room with a big wall bookshelf filled and a few couches. You smiled, thinking about coming here from now on, you were pretty happy that Jackson introduced this place to you.

After a quick look, you made your way back to everyone, you were next to order. You greet the woman with a shy smile as she did the same. "Hi, Can I get a small iced midnight macchiato." The lady nods her head as she taps the screen of the register. "Of course, What flavor would you like, We have cinnamon, vanilla, mocha, caramel, and hazelnut," You tell her what flavor you wanted and then reached for your wallet to pay.

"The total will be $20.36," the lady says after she calculated everyone's order together. Jackson noticed you getting ready to pay but stops you, handing his card to the woman. "I got it Y\n, it's on me," you throw him a smile as you thank him. The four of you sat at a table waiting for your drinks, as soon as you sat down Taehyung speaks.

"So, does anyone have any ideas on what to do after this?" You slipped your jacket off, thinking. "Honestly, I think we should just call it a night," You state, looking at the clock on the wall across the room, noticing the time. "I mean it's already 1:48," everyone stays silent, thinking.

"if you guys figure something out then I'll be down but if not we should just head home," once you finished talking the woman walks towards your table with a tray in hand, filled with drinks. The woman smiled at everyone as she placed their drink in front of them.

"Enjoy," she says as she gave you yours last before walking off. You noticed Kelly looking at you with a look on her face that meant she had an idea, one that never ends well. "What are you thinking?" you asked, suspiciously. "I know exactly what we could do, let's take a little trip to Redwood," Jackson looked confused while your eyes were close to popping out of their sockets. "Redwood, Redwood mansion? Are you crazy, no way."

"Oh come on, it will be fun," Jackson looked back and forth between you and kelly, puzzled. "Um, Mind explaining to me on what's with Redwood mansion?" Taehyung gazed at Jackson, shocked. "Really? You know nothing about Redwood?" Jackson just shakes his head in confirmation. "Well, It's a mansion that was built in the 1800s, it's supposedly hunted, there's a lot of legends about it so no one actually knows what happened in that place," Taehyung explained to him.

"Some say that the husband, Mr. Redwood caught his wife having an affair and decided to kill her and his two kids then himself, and others say the Redwood family was involved with supernatural creatures, like demons or vampires, which in result got them killed," Kelly interjected. Jackson seemed to be interested in the whole thing from the look on his face, you knew you had lost him already. Now Taehyung is your only and last hope for getting out of this.

"Well, let's go, I think it will be fun plus Y\n is into these kinds of things," Taehyung spoke excitedly. Immediately, you mentally facepalmed yourself, feeling that little hope you had left just get shredded into a million microscopic pieces. "You've got to be joking, No way are we going in that house," as soon as the words left your lips you could see all the questions that were gonna be bombed at you all over Kelly's face.

"And no it's not cause I'm scared, it's because that house is a death trap, one step in that place and it’s all crumbling down, you do understand how old it is, right?" Kelly rolls her eyes with a deep sigh. "Yes I understand, but I'm sure it will be fine," Taehyung and Jackson stare between you and kelly, waiting for the final decision. "Come on please, I'll tell you what, let’s just go in, look around but we'll leave immediately at the first sign of danger," she raises her eyebrows hoping she had convinced you enough, fortunately for her, she did.

"Fine," you replied with a little shake of your head. You couldn't believe you let her talk you into something again for the second time today, but you couldn’t lie, you’ve kinda wanted to see the place for a while now but you would never admit that to her. Taehyung sits up with an excited expression. "Well, now that that is settled let's not waste time, let's go," Jackson joins in eagerly, sitting up while kelly gives you a wink. "Come on girly, we're gonna have fun and you know it," she says as she reaches her arm out for you.

The four of you trashed your empty cups and headed towards Redwood. Each house that you passed was decked out with Halloween decorations, making the neighborhood creepier at night than usual. You finally came up to a gate that separated you from the house with a rectangular stone next to it that had 'Redwood' engraved into it. The place looked creepier than the houses you've had to pass to get here.

"Well, looks like we can't get through," you spoke, noticing that the gate had a thick chain locking it. You tried to walk away but kelly quickly grabs your forearm, pulling you back. "Nice try, look," she paused and pointed to the gate. "There is a big enough gap that we can easily slip through."

As she walked away you glared at her for a moment, she walks up to the gate, opening it as far as it would go. While she kept it open for Taehyung and Jackson you observed the house, from what you could see some vines attached themselves onto the sides of the house.

Bushes and trees were obstructing your line of sight so you couldn't see much, despite the light of the moon it was pretty dark. Kelly calls out for you, snapping you out of your focused state. "Come on," you move quickly, slipping past the gate.

Everyone grabbed their phones, using the flashlight to see properly without tripping. Once you turned on your light you could easily follow the driveway up to the house, as you walked you started to notice how nice and clean the lawn looked, like as if someone was maintaining it.

Jackson gave you a look after noticing the same thing, he shrugs. Once you made it up to the house you get a weird feeling down your spine, you couldn't explain it, all you knew was that it wasn't fear.

Kelly, Taehyung, Jackson and you stood in front of the stairs that lead up to the front door, Kelly hums in thought upon noticing the door boarded up. "Maybe we can get in through a window," Taehyung suggests. Kelly nods, satisfied with his idea."Well, come on," As they walk off to the side of the house you stood there for a moment, before rejoining the others. When you turned the corner you see Jackson trying to get the window to budge open.

Looking inside, all you saw was furniture covered in cloths everything looked dusty. Immediately after Jackson got the window open everything went black, an excruciating amount of pain started to spread in your chest. On the outside you looked fine, you didn't move or show any sign of discomfort but on the inside, you were in the dark and in pain.

Jackson hops through the window then helped the others get in. With each second passing, the pain was fading and a small ball of light floated far in the distance.

The light got closer and closer until it enveloped you. A warm breeze kissed your skin, slowly opening your eyes, a field of flowers come into view, you take a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. The sky was clear, so blue, not a single grey cloud threatening to rain down.

You feel someone slide their hand into yours, a secure, relaxing atmosphere surrounded you. You turn to see the one next to you but the person was quick, wrapping their arms around you into a hug, keeping you from seeing them.

You tried so hard to look, just wanting a glimpse but when you pulled away everything faded so fast making you dizzy and confused. You found yourself breathing heavily as you stood in front of the window as Jackson stares at you, waiting for you to take his hand. You look up to see his eyes laced with concern but you smiled, reaching for his hand before he could question you. With help from Jackson, you were able to hop in with ease.

As you scan the room, eyes glancing over the others as they removed the dusty sheets from the furniture, you spot the door and made a beeline for it. You grip the handle, getting ready to open it but then stop upon noticing a glow of light coming from underneath the door. "Guys, I think someone is here," you whisper, alarmed. Looking over your shoulder, you see kelly rush to your side. "Look, there's light," You added as you pointed to the floor.

"It's most likely someone who is here for the same reason we are," You nodded, accepting her words. You slowly opened the door to see a bunch of candelabras lined against the wall of the hallway, with candles being the source for the light. As you walked down the end of the hall you quickly realized that it leads straight into the foyer. You hear Words of astonishment coming from the others.

The interior of the house with white and gold. To the left was the front door and to the right, directly in the middle of the room was a long split Staircase with a big glass window at the top. On the ceiling, were designs in gold as well as a large crystal Chandelier. "Wow, this is crazy," You hear Taehyung speak.

"Why on earth does the outside of the house look so run down while the inside looks so, so," Kelly tried to find the perfect word to describe the house. "Stunning," Kelly nods as Jackson finished her sentence. In the corner of your eye, you saw something move at the top of the stairs, but when you looked nothing was there. You shrugged it off, thinking it was one of your friends' shadow.

You kept your focus on the room as the others spoke, never speaking yourself. You were so captivated by the look and atmosphere of the place that you somehow suddenly couldn't hear the others converse, you were very much in your own little world.

When you first step foot into the house you reminded yourself not to get separated from the others, yet it happened anyway. You realized this when you found yourself wondering into another hallway on the other side of the house.

As you walked you came across a double door which intrigued you, you placed your hand on the door handle, opening it to reveal a large moonlit room to what you would describe as a ballroom. The room suddenly changed, one blink and everything was so bright. You were standing in the middle of the room with arms wrapped around you as you swayed to the soft music in the background. You knew it was the same person from before just by the safe, strong aura coming from them.

This time you decided to embrace the feeling, and relax into their hold instead of trying to figure out who it was and what was going on. But of course, it didn't last. You feel the person let go of you while the room turns black. Immediately you felt that pain in your chest, you closed your eyes tightly in agony as you clutched your shirt before the pain suddenly fades into warmth.

Once the pain dissipated you slowly open your eyes to realize you were crouching on the floor of the room with your hand to your chest. You were breathing heavily with anger rushing through your veins. "What the hell... is happening to me?" You thought to yourself as you lift yourself to your feet. Getting a bit dizzy you leaned against the door to collect yourself.

As soon as you thought it was time to go find the others you heard screaming, immediately your heart sped up and your blood ran cold. You tried to act quickly but you stumbled down the hallway still feeling dizzy. As you stumble back into the foyer your vision became distorted, it was as if an illusion was overlapping with reality.

You were seeing people walk and hearing them talk to one another, you heard one particular name being called over and over again, Nova. You tried snapping out of it to get to your friends but it was useless, at this point you just couldn't even walk. You laid on the hard granite floor as you faded in and out of reality until you were out cold.

"Nova, What's with the sad face?" you whipped your head in the direction of the voice. You sit up, off the edge of the bed as you see hoseok climbing in through the window. "What are you doing here?" you pull him away from the window as he smiled down at you, lovingly. "Well, I'm here to see you, I just couldn't wait," You sigh out of frustration but then realized you couldn't be mad at him for that. "I understand, I just don't want someone to catch you," you stated, showing worry in your eyes.

"Don't fret, I made sure I was careful," He said softly as he benevolently caressed your cheek, suddenly his bright and loving smile disappeared and a more serious expression took its place. "I wanna take you away from here, I've been thinking about it for some time," you were shocked by his words but happy, you didn't know what to say so you let him continue.

"I can't sit here and watch the woman I love get forced to marry someone else," Hoseok pulls you closer, holding on to you as if he was scared you would disappear. "I don't know what the future holds for us if we leave but it has to be better then this," you knew he was right and after everything your father has done, you knew you couldn't stay. "As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid to find out what the future as to offer us," you spoke, revealing that you were ready to leave with him.

Hoseok pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the forehead. "Good," a soft chuckle of relief escapes his lips. "The sooner we leave the better," you nod in agreement. "I have some things I need to take care of before we leave so we'll leave tonight," Hoseok effortlessly lifted your head by your chin before placing a kiss on your lips. He then pulls away, making his way back to the window. "I love you," the two of you said softly before he disappeared out of the window.

The feeling of silk, soft and smooth on your skin alerted you that this was most definitely not your bed, your eyes shot open as you simultaneously sat up. You noticed that you were in a different room and by the look of it you assumed that you were still in the house.

You slightly relaxed on the bed that was in the middle of the large bedroom, you noticed that it was lit up by only candles like the rest of the house. The room was pretty plain but nice, everything was dark grey, the walls, the big fluffy rug under the bed, the silk bed sheets, and even the window curtains that were to the right of you.

You started remembering some things you saw when you were knocked out. "Did I dream all of that?" You thought to yourself. You swing your legs to the right, sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing the back of your neck. You suddenly hear a low squeaking sound coming from the bedroom door, you whipped your head to your left and see him...

A wave of emotions hit you hard, overwhelming you. Heart racing, breath heavy, you lock eyes with him as you stand up. "Hoseok," you say under your breath. For a brief moment, he looked shocked as the name you spoke reached his ears, before reclaiming his calm demeanor. "I guess there’s no need to introduce myself," he said walking into the room and closing the door behind him.

You were so confused as to what was happening to you, the way you were feeling, the only thing that came to mind was that he did something to you. "What did you do to me?" You yelled, ignoring what he said previously. He sighs, unsurprised at your reaction to your own memories.

"Calm down, I didn't do anything to you, all I did was pick you up off the floor from downstairs and lay you on the bed," he says, placing the cup he was holding on the table next to him. "After that, I left to let your friends know you were okay and that you were just sleeping," he added.

You suddenly remember your friends screaming and felt a bit worried, but before you could voice your concerns Hoseok spoke up again. "And if you're worried about your friends don't be, they fell asleep waiting for you downstairs," for some reason you trusted his words, you tried to ignore the feeling but something told you that you and your friends were safe. "Who are you? why do I know your name? what's happening?" You bombarded him with questions.

"I can explain some things for you but you have to trust me enough to listen to everything I have to say, can you do that?" you felt stupid for trusting him but you needed to understand everything, especially the feelings you were having towards him. "Okay," you said lowly. He reaches for a picture frame that was next to the cup he placed on the table. After he grabbed it he walks towards you, stopping about a foot in front of you. "Look at this, who does she look like," He asked, handing you the picture frame.

You looked at the black and white photo, confused but most of all shocked. You looked back at Hoseok then back at the photo. "She looks... like me, how?" Hoseok reaches out for the photo, taking it and placing it back on the table. "She looks exactly like you, Her name was Nova, Nova Redwood, she was a sweet and kind woman," your eyes widen, remembering that you heard that name before. "You are a reincarnation of her," He says slowly, getting straight to the point. He expected you to quickly scoff at his words, to his surprise you didn't.

You didn't know what to say or think, you had this strong trust for him that you couldn't understand but his words were so insane... Yet you believed him. With every passing moment, you were remembering bits and pieces to what you assumed to be your memories as, Nova.

Something still didn't quite make sense to you, you stayed silent for a while thinking, trying to form a proper question to ask. "If what your saying is true then how do you know all of this about me? you talk as if you knew her, Nova," his eyes seemed sad despite him displaying a slight smirk.

"Well, I did know her, very well actually," you squint your eyes, lost. "How is that even possible? you would be well over a hundred years old," he chuckles, taking a few steps closer. "That's true, but I would say being an Immortal Being makes it pretty possible," he says looking away from you. You thought you were starting to understand, somewhat but now you're just completely bewildered. "An Immortal Being?" You asked, skeptically.

An unexpected giggle escaped from your throat, you tried your best not to laugh but you couldn't help it. "I'm glad you think it's funny but I'll be the one laughing when you realize what I am," he states with a raised eyebrow. And what are you exactly?" you asked, amused. "I think showing you would be better proof, wouldn't you say?" you gave him a look of agreement, crossing your arms.

He takes a few steps forward before he magically appeared right in front of you. He hid his face in the crook of your neck while his hands were on your hips, slowly guiding you to the bed. The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you fall but he caught you in his arm, gently laying you down. Your mind was blank and fuzzy, you were completely and utterly aroused by everything unfolding.

You look up at the ceiling, feeling your heartbeat quicken as he placed his lips on your neck, brushing them across your skin causing your body to tingle. You felt him lick a stripe up your neck before feeling a sharp pain, which didn't last long.

You uncontrollably let out a moan, not entirely from pain but also from pleasure. He lifts his head up looking into your eyes, you scan his face and noticed his eyes were a gold color, his lips were lightly painted red with your blood. That's when it hits you, he just bit you.

Realizing everything he has said and all that you've been remembering is true, which in turn made you feel happy, sad and angry, for reasons you didn't quite understand yet. He turns his face away and lifts himself off of you, you knew that ordinarily, one should be terrified, or at the least worried about the situation but you couldn't bring yourself to feel that way even if you tried.

You sat up touching your neck where he bit you, only a few dots of blood showed on your hand. "Don't worry, I didn't go deep, it'll heal up pretty quickly," he spoke, facing away from you. As you stayed silent Hoseok's head hanged low as he sighed, thinking you were scared of him. He had hoped that you would at least remember him after seeing all your old memories.

Hoseok figured it would be best if he told you that you could leave. "Now that you know, you can take your friends and return to your normal life," he uttered as he walked towards the door. You realized that your silence could have been taken for as fear, You act fast, hopping to your feet as you say what's on your mind.

"No! I'm not gonna leave and just pretend that none of this ever happened, how can I?" Hoseok remained still, surprised that you weren't terrified after what he just did. "There are things I need to know, like... who I was to you," you spoke the last words slowly because you realized how hard this was for him.

You recognized the sadness between the two of you and you understand that it has to do with the fact that you died and your father had something to do with it, but you want to know everything.

"Hoseok, who was I to you?" you asked even though you knew, you just needed to hear him say it. "You were everything to me, you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, that was until I got turned," he paused, taking a moment, realizing that he's never talked about you since the day you died. "But I was still determined to live the rest of your life with you, but you were taken from me way to soon, it wasn't your time," you could hear his voice slightly crack as you spoke causing your heart to ache.

"I need to know what happened to me, to us but I need your help," you wanted to ask about everything that happened but you knew he wouldn't tell you, so the best thing was to remember on your own, you need the memories to come back to you. "And how do you think I can help you?" He asked, intrigued.

"Kiss me," you knew it was selfish of you to ask but whether this helped you remember or not didn't matter, you just wanted to feel him again, his lips, his hands.

He turns around locking eyes with you. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he slowly stuck the tip of his tongue out, playfully. He stared at you for a short moment, making sure you were serious. You could feel your body heat up under his gaze, he gently starts to take soft steps towards you until he hovered over you, eyes still connected. He slides his hand behind your head as he slowly pulls you in close. With every inch closer, your hands inched they're way up his back, gripping onto him.

As soon as your lips were about to meet he stopped, letting his lips float just over yours, slightly teasing you, then finally leaning in the rest of the way. His lips were soft and gentle making you melt into the kiss. A wave of emotions took hold of your heart, all the love and adoration you once had for this man came rushing back, causing tears to stream down your rosy cheeks.

Memory after memory flashes through your mind, things started to make sense to you now, all these years of feeling lost and empty like you've lost something or someone. All these years you've felt like this place, this home, was a magnet trying to draw you in, and now you know why. Hoseok pulls away from your lips, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. He understands exactly why you're crying, it's the same reason for why he has in the past.

It's because of Love.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him back in for a kiss, this time it was rougher and deeper. You brushed your fingers through his hair, tugging softly. Hoseok slightly pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, earning an airy moan from you. "Are you sure you want to continue? I can stop," he asked teasingly, he knew the answer by how you responded to his touch.

"No, don't stop, I want this," he proceeded to kiss your neck as his hand travels down your back to your ass, pulling you closer. He starts to walk forward, guiding you to the bed until the back of your knees hit the edge of it. You lay flat on the bed while hoseok hovers over you, he gently lifts your arms above your head then slowly slides his hands down the curve of your arms and body until he reached the waistband of your jeans.

He unbuttoned them, sliding them off along with your dark red lace panties. Hooking his arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed as he got on his knees. "Relax," he urged, slowly spreading your legs. He rubbed and kissed up your inner thigh, helping you to loosen up. You could feel him inching closer and closer to your pussy, making you breathless.

You took in a shaky breath as the warm sensation of Hoseok's tongue slowly slid between your folds. Your hands fluttered to his head, tangling them in his hair as his tongue darted out to lick long, wet strips up against your aching clit. He decided to take his time with you, simply taking in the sounds of pleasure that you made just for him. "That feels good doesn't it?" He smirked smugly as he watched you move your hips to get more friction. "M-more, I-," you could barely even create a full sentence.

"You want me to make you cum? You wanna cum all over my tongue, don't you?” all you could do was nod repeatedly as his words made your cheeks burn bright red. Hoseok didn’t pay any mind to your desperate whines as he sucked gently at your clit, groaning in satisfaction at the filthy whines that emitted from your lips.

He tasted you once more before two of his long fingers gently thrust into your pussy, curling inside of you as he picked up the pace. He smiled against your heat, feeling you clench around his fingers. "That's it, baby, now be good and take my fingers like a good girl," he praised you before flattening his tongue against your clit, causing you to blurt out a string of curses.

You threw your head back, clutching the silk sheets while trying your hardest to hold your legs open and not crush his head. You started getting louder, indicating that you were about to cum. "You want to cum? then do it, cum for me," he urges. Within seconds he had you cumming all over his fingers and tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning out as your body shook from the intensity.

Seeing and hearing you cum made his cock grow painfully hard, he wanted to hear you all night long, it was music to his ears. As you laid there with a fucked out expression Hoseok pulled his fingers out, licking them clean. After, he spread your legs out further, admiring you. "Gorgeous," you looked away a bit embarrassed.

He stands to his feet, lifting his shirt over his head, you noticed and wanted to help him. So you slid off the bed onto your knees, unzipping his pants, letting him step out of them. "Come here," He reached his hand out for you, helping you up. He turns you around then grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it randomly on the floor. You felt his hands wrap around your waist, pulling your back to his chest.

His hands roamed your body as he kissed your shoulders, you grind your ass up against his cock earning a groan from him. His fingers brush over your nipples causing you to arch your back and push your ass against his cock harder. Hoseok needed to feel you, he needed to feel your warmth. He pushed his underwear off, letting his cock spring free. He stroked himself a few times before sliding himself in between your thighs.

Your juices from your previous release made it easy to slide back and forth. Every time he would thrust forward his cock would rub over your clit. "Hoseok," you whine. The feeling of his breath on your neck as he pants caused shivers down your spine. You couldn't stand the wait, you just wanted to feel him inside of you, to feel his hands grip you tightly as he fucks you. "Fuck," Hoseok growls.

He grips your chin, softly tilting your head to get better access to your neck. You knew what was coming next and it made you wetter. That sharp, yet brief pain shoots to your core, making you weak in the knees. Hoseok didn't think he could get any more turned on, the strong and sweet taste of your blood sent him into overdrive. Once he drank some of you he pulled himself from your legs, then he turned you around to face him.

You saw his fangs this time as he licks up the blood left on his lips. He slightly lowers his head down to your breast, while keeping eye contact with you. lacing your hands in his hair, you throw your head back slightly as he licks, sucks, leaving marks. Hoseok releases your nipple with a pop before laying down on the bed and gesturing you to come to him.

"Come and sit on my cock, I want you to ride me," you obeyed, feeling giddy. Finally, you were gonna get to feel him inside of you. You straddled him and rubbed his cock between your slit before slowly sliding him in. Your walls stretched to accommodate him, you let out a loud moan from the stretch. When you took him in fully he pulled you to his chest by your arms.

"Unless you want your friends to know what we're up to I suggest you keep quiet," he said in your ear before bucking his hips up, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth to contain the cry that almost escaped. You leaned up, keeping one hand on his chest and the other over your mouth as you bounced up and down. "Ooh fuck, just like that," Hoseok groans.

He rubbed his hands up your body until he reached your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples. He noted that you really liked it when he bit you, so with a smirk tugging at his lips, he leaned up a bit as you continued to fuck yourself on his dick. He took your right breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple making you clench around him. You had to fight the urge to give up on being quiet when he sunk his teeth on the top flesh of your breast.

"Such a naughty girl, taking me so well as I leave bites all over you," he teased, looking up at you through hooded eyes. You didn't really think you were the type to be into pain but Hoseok was proving you wrong. You sped up the pace as a low moan slipped passed your lips. As he released his mouth from your breast a small amount of blood streamed down, he licked it up with one long, slow swipe.

He could feel his release getting close, not wanting to cum just yet he surprises you by pulling you to his chest again and flipping you over. Before standing up he has you wrap your arms and legs around him as he lifts you up, still deep inside of you. He holds you by your ass as you straddle him, as he starts to thrusts his hips you dug your nails into his back. You knew you couldn't last much longer with the way he was going deeper ever than before. "Ahhh oh shit, you feel so good," you moaned out, giving up on being silent.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck as he sped up, he draws his right hand out and swung it back down, slapping your ass. "Look at me," he ordered. You slowly brought your head up, facing him with rosy cheeks and hooded eyes. He captured your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss, very different from the way he was pounding into you.

"You like how I'm fucking you?" you nodded, eyes locked with his. "Yeah? You want to cum all over my cock?" he asked with a powerful thrust following, making you scream in pleasure. "Yes, please make me cum, make me cum all over your cock," with that he had you on your back, legs pressed to your chest as he repeatedly pounded into you within seconds, fucking you into the bed.

'Ahh!! fuck, right there!" you gasped. "I'm gonna count up to five then I want you to cum for me," Hoseok challenged. You had no doubt that once he got to five that you would be releasing all over him. "One," He started counting, slowing his thrust but thrusting deep. "Two... Three," He released your legs, opening them so he could lean down to see your face when you came. "Four," You wrapped your arm around his torso, holding on to him as you felt your orgasm about to come crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

"Five," Hoseok quickly pressed his lips to yours, preventing you from being too loud. Your friends were downstairs and though they couldn't hear the two of you now, he knew if you were anymore louder they would most definitely be able to. Releasing all over his cock, you clenched your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside of you. Both of you moaned into the kiss, his thrusts slowed down until he completely stopped. He pulled from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at your fucked out face. "Damn, that was intense," He admits, tiredly.

As he pulls out you tremble, still sensitive. He disappears from your sight as you lay there catching your breath. After about two minutes you hear movement at the door and look to see what it was. Hoseok came back with a warm washcloth and a cup with steam coming from it. "Sorry for taking too long, I was getting you some tea and something to clean you up with," You smile as he placed the cup down. You reached out for the washcloth as you thanked him.

Once you cleaned yourself up Hoseok laid back in bed, handing you the cup of tea. "So How do you feel?" he asks. You sit there for a moment, thinking. "Confused," you take a sip of your tea, thinking about everything that as happened tonight. "Why? You still don't remember anything else?" he leans up, waiting for what you have to say. "Actually I remember quite a bit, like the first time you told me what you were, and how you were afraid of how I would react," Hoseok smiles, remembering the words you told him back then.

"I'm just confused about what this all means for me, for us," you confess. "Well, it means you have a second chance at life and I think what we should do is let go of who we once were," a part of you didn't like where you thought this was heading but you listened anyway. "Cause I want to get to know the present you, I want to make new memories with you," Hoseok reached his hand out, gripping your chin and turning your face to him. "I want to fall in love with you all over again," he leaned in, giving you a soft peck on your lips.

"Unless that's not what you want," he teases. You lightly hit his arm making him laugh. He takes the cup from your hands, placing it on the nightstand then pulling you into his arm. "Get some rest, then when you wake up will go down to your friends," your eyes widen, realizing that they might get suspicious of your relationship with (to them) a stranger. Hoseok notices your concerned face and before you could speak he eases your worries. "Don't fret, we'll slowly ease them into this but for now this will be our little secret."

Hearing the way he spoke to you put a smile on your face, you finally felt sleepy as you melted into his hold. As you fell deep into a peaceful slumber you just kept thinking about how you've never been this happy in your life, despite discovering that vampires and most likely other mythical creatures exist. None of that mattered, all that mattered was this, this feeling, being here with Hoseok.

The one you were destined to be with, The man you loved.

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creepyalienghost · 4 years ago

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Ouija board Board

Tw: bloody and graphic

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It’s Halloween night. Most people, like Joey were finishing up on getting there candy. Joey invited his friends over for the night to hang out after they were finish. His parents were at a Halloween party at a hotel and were going to stay there that night because they were drinking.

Joey walked into his and put his candy bag next to his bed. He decided to leave on his zombies custom and prepare his house to be more spooky. He light candles up and placed them around the kitchen table and turned off all the lights. Then he turn on the tv onto a scary movie.

Around 15 minutes Henry arrived at joeys having his costume of a robber on. “Hey joey. Love your costume. Looks so real!” He greets. “Also sorry I’m late.”

“No. Your the first one here!” Joey moved aside, offering him inside. “Love the robber costume as well!”

Henry walked in. “Thanks!” He followed Joey into the living room and sat down to him. “So what’s this idea you have.” He looked at Joey.

“We have to wait for the others before I tell.” Joey replied. “But it’s going to be fun. I promise.”

Within half an hour everyone had shown up. Norman dressed up as a vampire. He had the fake blood dripping down his chin and had fake evil Contacts for his eyes and even the teeth was amazing, Sammy as death. Joey knew it was mostly to hide the bruises and jack as a wizard, the robe, still and all . They all settled for a bit in the living room, eating some candy, getting some soda and watching the movie before Joey decided it was time.

“Alright you guys go gather around the table. I’ll get the game.” Joey said then walked to his room.

The boys huddled around the table next to each other and glancing at each other. “Henry do you know what he’s up to?” Ask Jack.

“No. He said he wanted us all here before telling” Henry replied, shrugging.

“Wonder what he’s got in mind.” Sammy said glancing at everyone.

Norman nodded. “Yea me to. Can’t be to bad.”

“Alright! Here it is!” Joey announced as he walked back in. He sat the box down in the middle of the table. The box with the Ouija board inside it. The four all looked at the box in horror for a good long minute.

Norman spoke first. “I’m not touching it.” He glances at Joey.

“Oh come on!” Joey complain sitting down. “I’ll be fun! Right guys?” He looked at the others.

“Joey. These things are dangerous!” Henry replied to Joey. He himself had read the hell that this things could unleash.

Joey looked at jack. “What about you? Your up for some scares?” He grinned wickedly.

Jack shrugged at him. “I donno man...my mother would kill me if she knew I played this...” he sighs.

Joey turned to Sammy. He already knows Sammy liked the bazaar things he had shown Sammy in the past. “What about you Sammy? You in?”

Sammy looked back at him and nodded. “ I’ll do it! Let’s do it!”

“Sammy..” Norman replied then sighed. “ I’m not letting him do it alone. Guess I’ll join as well.” He rolled his eyes. Henry and jack agreed eventually as well.

Joey grinned again. “Let’s play!” He reached over and opened the books to an old Ouija board and pulled it out, along with the planchette. He moved the box and put the board in the middle of them. “Alright everyone put two fingers on the planchette.”

Each of them put there two fingers on it starting by Joey and ending by Henry. Together they circled it around the board three times, chanting. “We welcome any spirt who wants to communicate with us.”

After, Joey ask the first question. “Is there any spirt here with us right now?” They all waited with there fingers on the planchette for something to happen. Nothing happened for the longest time. Then the planchette started towards the YES. “

Ok. Who’s moving it?” Norman ask looking at each of the others.

“Not me!” Joey answered honestly.

Sammy shakes his head no. “Nether am I”

“Nope” Henry replied.

“Not me ether!” Jack said

They all collectively took there hands off the planchette and stares at the board “Guys ...come on. Seriously, who was moving it?” Henry ask.

No one confessed to moving it. “Ok let’s just continue playing..” Joey suggested. One by one the return there fingers to the planchette and Joey again ask the question. “Are you still here?”

The planchette moved, quickly this time, to the YES again, frightening the boys. But they kept there fingers on the planchette and after few seconds of staring at each other they continued. “Are you good or evil.” Jack asked this time.

The planchette was still for the Longest time. Then it moved to the moon side. “I don’t like this anymore guys. It’s an evil spirt.” Sammy said. His voice trembling

“It’s ok Sammy. It can’t hurt us.” Joey replied confidently. “Let’s keep playing. I have another question for it.”

Norman wrapped his arm around Sammy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I won’t let nothing bad happen to you Sammy.” Sammy snuggles into him, feeling safe with him. He looked up at Norman and kisses him.

”You two love birds done over there?” Joey interrupted. Sammy and Norman parted their kiss, there faces flushed.

Norman clears his throat. “Yea. Let’s continue.” Him and Sammy return there fingers back on the planchette.

“I’ll ask this time.” Henry said. “Do you want to hurt us?” He ask the board. The planchette slowly moved to the YES once again. Henry and jack both removed there fingers from it.

“I’m done!” Norman shouts. “ I’m

Not playing this anymore!” He crosses his arms.

“One more!” Joey begged. “Just one more then we’re say goodbye.” He looked at his friends. “Come on..”

Norman sighs. “Fine. This is the last question!” He and everyone else placed there fingers on the planchette for the last time.

Joey answered that last question. “Who are you?” All eyes were glued on the planchette aa it moved to the first letter. D. It slowly moved to the second letter and stopped on E. The boys fears were rising as the planchette moved to the third letter. V. The boys were scared shitless when the planchette stopped on the fourth letter. I. The planchette went on the fifth and final letter before things went south. L.

“Devil” Joey read. Then everything happen so quickly. They all herd running footsteps behind them, making them turn around in a panic, just as the power went out and the candles were blown out by some mystery wind. Then they herd someone collapse.

“what the hell was that?!” Jack ask in the darkness, his voice was filled with fear.

“Did someone fall?” Henry added to the panic that was unfolding. “What happened?!”

“Guys. Where did Sammy go?” Norman ask, worried and scared.

“Guys! Claim down! I’m trying to find the matches!” Joey huffed. “It was probably just the wind and a power out. No big deal!” He himself was scared shitless as well. He couldn’t explain the footsteps or the the fact both the power and candles went out at the same time. Had they contacted the devil himself? God he sure hoped not.

“What about the name it gave...?” Henry ask joey.

“It was..probably a spirt messing with us!” Joey replied. “Ah! Found them!” Joey lit the match with one strike and created light. Shadows crept on the farthest side of the light on joeys zombie make up face, making the others Erie. He reached over and relight the candles around the table again so they could all see more around them.

Norman looked to his right, where Sammy was standing before who is know on the floor. “Jesus Christ! Sammy!” Norman knelt down and cheek his head for Any injury as the others crowded around them, worried. Norman found none that wasn’t already there. But his body was super warm. “He’s burning up man!” Norman said to them.

Joey placed the Back of his hand to Sammy’s forehead and immediately took it off. “He’s right..” he looked at the others.

Henry shook Sammy by the shoulders. “Sam? Sammy. Wake up dude.”

Sammy slowly came to, his head turn to the side as he mumbled something that was mostly gibberish to them. “ ...h-he’s...inside....m” was what they understood.

“What the hell does that mean!?” Jack ask turning to Joey as does Henry and Norman

Joey notice they eyes were all on him and he looked back at them. “What you looking at me for?!” He ask.

“Your the one that wanted the play!” Norman yelled. “Now Sammy had passed out and is making no sense now! So you tell me what’s going on here?!” Norman commanded. Ever since he found out what was happening to his boyfriend behind closed doors he’d always tried to make Sammy happy and always tried to protect Sammy. He hates the shit he and Joey does for fun like going to abandon and haunted places or playing with Magic. It was dangerous and he didn’t want them getting hurts.

“I don’t know Norman!” Joey yelled back at him. “This never happen before!!” Joey was desperately trying to figure out what happen. He never wanted anyone to get hurt like this.

“Maybe...it’s possession?” Jack spoke up. He knew a little about this subject and he knew this could happened.

Norman looked at jack then back at Joey. “He’s not possess. Right?...” Norman asked Joey but he just looked away. “Joey! He’s not right?!”

“L-lets just calm down everybody..!” Henry, trying to keep the peace between them all. He got in the middle of them. “ Let’s Just get him upstairs to bed to rest them we can discuss this.”

Everyone agreed to Henry’s idea. Norman Picked up Sammy bridal style and went upstairs to Joey’s room. There he laid him down on his bed and jack tucks him in. Henry went to the bathroom and grabbed a rag, wetting it with cool water then he came in and laid the rag on Sammy’s for head.

Norman and Joey went down stairs to talk and jack followed them while Henry stayed with Sammy. “Are you sure this isn’t possession?” Norman ask.

Joey shrugs. “Like I said I don’t know. I really hope it’s not. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“No shit!” Norman sighed. “look could one of your books explain what’s going on or how to get rid of whatever is possessing him if that’s the case?”

That’s when Joey remembered something really important. His eyes widen for the terror he felt. “We didn’t say goodbye to the board!”

Norman froze as he to had forgotten the most important rule of it. Thats when they herd the noise coming from the stairs. All three of them turned to see what it was and all three was shocked to see there friend tumbling down the stairs and landed on the ground unmoving, blood coming from somewhere. They all looked up the stairs to where Sammy is now standing with a pair of bloody scissors in one hand.

“Jesus Christ...” jack said, backing away from the crime scene.

“Shit...” Joey Commented, standing there in fear. “What have I done..”

“S-Sammy....?” Norman took one step closer to him. “You in there?...it’s me Norman...” he took another to his boyfriend.

Sammy looked at Norman for a long moment. Like it was Sammy trying to fight whatever was possessing his body. “Help...”He got out one word before it fully took over again. Then he threw the scissors at Norman.

Norman ducked out of the way just in time but jack didn’t have a chance. He was stabbed in the shoulder with them. “Ah! That hurts like a bitch!” Jack yelled and pulled them out.

”W-who are you..!” Joey yelled at the thing in Sammy. ”what are you!”

Sammy turns his attention to Joey and smiled. “Why you already should know that, joey. We have worked together in the pass. I was hoping you were smart enough to know who I am by now. I am. The devil!” Henry’s body engulfed in flames a second after, making the other boys run to the door. Joey grabbed the nob and tried to opened it but it wouldn’t budge.

“Come on! Open it joey!” Jack yelled as he looked back and see Sammy coming down the stairs.

“I’m trying!!! It’s not opening!!!” Joey yelled back then bangs on the door in frustration.

Norman to kept looking back at Sammy. “It’s keeping us inside!! Run!” All three took off in different directions to hide. Joey went tours the living room. Jack went into the kitchen and Norman jumped over the flaming body, going up the stairs.

“Oh I love this game!” Sammy chuckled. He gave them a minute to hide before he went hunting. After all they couldn’t leave this house. A minute later he headed for the kitchen.

Jack had chose to hide in the pantry, keeping the door cracked open so he could see some. After a moment of hiding here he know it was to easy to find him but it was to late to move. He first only herd the footsteps. It didn’t sound like Normal ones. It sounded strange like goats hooves walking on wood. They got closer and closer until Sammy Came into view from the small crack.

Jack saw him walking slowly around the kitchen like this was some game he could take his time on. Then it occurred to jack that it was a game to the devil. A game of hunt the pray and he was the pray!

Jack continued watching him and when Sammy stopped walking he thought he was going to turn around to him and attach him. He put his hand over his mouth to quiet his loud breathing. But Sammy only turned to the knives. He’s hand reaches and gracefully touched each on before picking up the big sharp one.

Jack watched him Examine over the knife and using it like a mirror on himself. This goes on for minutes before jack actually knew what he was doing. He wasn’t using it on himself he was using it to look over at him! The realization made him jump back and knocking over boxes and jars of food. “Shit!”

The door swung open making jack scream again. “No! Sammy don’t do this!” He begged.

Sammy stabbed the knife into jacks chest and leans into his ear. “Sammy’s not here.” With that he ripped the knife down his stomach, making all his inside spill to the floor, jack screaming the whole time before he dropped down into his guts.

Joey hid behind the couch and had to hear Jack scream and then something that sounds like jelly being thrown on the ground. It wasn’t a pretty sound. He was shaking and trying so hard to stop the sniffling so he wouldn’t get caught. But he was sure jack was dead. He hey Henry was. He could smell his burning body.

After jack feel silent it was all quiet. There was no screaming. There was no footsteps. No creaks nothing. Which is why when Jacks body was thrown at the wall above him he scream and pissed himself. Jack body slid down beside him and all Joey could do is stare in horror. His Stomach had been ripped open emptied. Joey couldn’t help himself he leaned over and threw up all over the place.

He whipped his mouth off the stopped, and slowly looked up at the grinning smile of the that thing. “Hello Joey.” Sammy swung down a screwdriver right into joeys left eye and ripped it out. Joey scream in pain and held his dangling eye.

Suddenly a shoot was fired at Sammy, hitting him the the arm. Sammy turned around to Norman Polk, pointing a gun at him. Sammy frowned and tears up. “Y-your going to kill me?...but I-I thought you wouldn’t ever hurt me.” Sammy started to cry. “I thought you loved me Norman..”

Seeing Sammy’s face bruised up and the blood pouring down his arm as well as it’s Sammy’s voice talking to him crushed Norman. It broke his heart to have to do this to his boyfriend. “ Your not Sammy. Your the god damn devil!” Norman aimed the gun and shoot Sammy right in the heart and watched him fall.

He dropped the gun and ran to Sammy’s limp body and hugged him as he cried. “I’m sorry Sammy. I’m so sorry!” He sobbed in his chest.

Joey Came over, next to Norman, letting his own eye dangle. He slowly reached over and softly closed Sammy’s eyes.

“He would thank you Norman. For not letting you let the devil kill us all. And not letting it kill other innocent people.” Joey said to try to Comfort Norman. “I’m sorry Norman..”

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Joey told his parents and the cops that a man came and killed jack, Henry and Sammy. He gave the cops of the looks of an already previous serial killer when they were questioning him. Norman told them he didn’t see the guy from his hiding place so to the cops he was needed as much.

Joey finally said goodbye to the board and made a Fire in there pit. He threw in the board and the planchette. He stood there watching it burn away for a long time. Then he threw all his books about witchcraft, the paranormal and the occult into the fire pit one by one along with all his tool of it like his pentagrams, and his notes he took on it, everything. He was done with Involved in it.

The doctor and nurses had to cut out Joeys left out entirely to save it from infections. They sew the eye closed and gave Joey and eye patch to cover it if he so choses. he would if he didn’t want to hide it with his hair.

Both Norman and Joey went to all three of there funerals to say goodbye to there friends and support there families. Henry’s families had a close casket for his funeral and happen they cremated him and kept his ashes in a vase. Jack funeral was open casket do to how easy it was to hide his stomach under a shirt. His family buried him under a large Oak tree beside his grandmas grave. Poor Sammy didn’t have anyone show up besides his aunt Erin and them. She wasn’t going to let him go without a proper burial for him. Joey said his goodbyes to him like he did with Henry and Jack then left to give Norman time to say goodbye.

Norman rubbed Sammy’s hair as tears ran down his face. “Goodbye Sammy. I will always love you.”

They all watched as his casket is lowered six feet under. Norman was the first to kiss a rose then tossed it below. Joey murmured an apology before he tossed a rose in for Sammy. His aunt tossed one in for him as well then they watch as his casket gets buried beside a beautiful statue of a women.

After the three funerals, Norman had stopped hanging out with joey. He blamed Joey for all this mess and for him losing his boyfriend and two great friends. It was his fault for wanting to play that stupid evil game. Joey knew he didn’t want to be his friend anymore and couldn’t blame him. He to knew he was to blame. After the three funerals he’d lock himself in his room for days. He was becoming depressed. He misses his boyfriend. He misses his friends. And what’s scary is that the Ouija board he had burned was sitting on his desk unburned with the planchette sitting right in the middle of it.

#bendy and the ink machine #joey drew studios #joey drew #henry stein #jack flain #sammy lawrence #norman polk #devil

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sunshinejs · 5 years ago

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Apple Pie & Spooky Box

I’ve put this request on hold for the longest time bcs I didn’t know how to write it so shoutout to the anons who gave me ideas for this request!! ❤️

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Connor knew you were stressed out with university. You have been working your butt off to complete all your assignments; pulling up all-nighters in the library almost every day and frequently not having proper meals. The only times Connor saw you was when he came to the library to check up on you; practically forcing you to eat with him because he knew you weren’t eating well.

Other than that, Connor barely saw you because you hated to be distracted around him and you needed to focus 110% for everything.

He knew you needed to ace everything; that was always a priority for you when it comes to education. You always wanted to make your family proud of you and you had big dreams of starting up your own business as soon as you get that degree.

He loves how determined and hard-working you were but at the same time, he hated how much you pushed yourself to the limit. There were a few times when you fell ill during exam season because your body was just drained out and Connor spent 20 minutes lecturing you for over-working yourself then he proceeds to take good care of you until he was sure that you were all good.

He wanted to do something nice for you. After all, you deserved it after putting yourself through that torture. So, when you told him earlier in the week that your last submission was today and you wanted to do something nice with your boyfriend after unintentionally avoiding him for about a month; an idea struck in Connor’s head.

iMessage to Baby ❤️✨: come over today? We can hang at my place xx

iMessage from Baby ❤️✨: sure thing bubs. I’ll come by around 5 xx

Connor has never baked in his life before but he figures he could finally try it out; knowing very well that you would enjoy it. So, he calls his mom up for his grandma’s famous apple pie recipe then headed out.

He stopped at the mall first to get a couple of things for the little surprise he wanted to give you. He stumbled across this tweet last night on how to make a spooky box for your girlfriend, and when he saw it; he just knew he had to do one for you.

He went into different stores; looking for items that were Halloween-themed. He bought candies, fuzzy socks, fall-scented candles, bath bombs, face masks, a bunch of cute hairbands you would use while wearing face masks and some makeup products. He ended up buying more than he expected but he always did love spoiling you a whole lot.

After that, he headed for the supermarket to get the ingredients he needed to make the apple pie before heading home.

xxx

You pushed the door open to Connor’s apartment and stepped inside. You made sure the door was locked, slipped out of your boots as you made your way deeper in his place.

“Con?” You called.

“In the kitchen, babe!” You heard him yell from inside.

You dropped your belongings by the couch and headed to the kitchen; where you found your boyfriend in an orange onesie, with a bunch of ingredients spread out on the counter top.

“Uh, bubs?” You ask, laughing as you took in his appearance “Why are you wearing that onesie? I thought you said you hated that shade of orange, no?”

“It’s the fall season!” He cheered, making his way over to you and pressing a quick kiss to your lip then pulled away “Hi, baby. Submitted your last assignment?”

You nodded, sighing in relief “I’m so glad that bitch is out of the way… I can finally take a breather and relax a bit”

“That’s good to hear” Connor smiles “I thought it would be fun to have a bake night to get your mind off your uni work and I asked my ma for my grandma’s apple pie recipe… You up for it, love?”

“You’re the sweetest, babe” You cooed “That sounds like tons of fun so, yes I’m definitely up for it”

“Good” He answered “Now, your onesie is waiting for you in the bedroom. Get your cute butt in there and change into it, please!”

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes!” Connor gave you a playful glare “No excuses, missy. I’m in the fall mood right now and you have to be too”

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes playfully “You’re lucky I love you, Brashier!” You said teasingly as you headed out of the kitchen.

“I love you more, sweetheart!”

“Okay, what do we start with according to grandma?” You asked, standing next to him; dressed in the matching onesie as Connor.

Connor had the recipe opened in his word document; scrolling down to where his mother highlighted ‘steps’.

“I’ve already peeled the apples so I can go ahead and chop them up… Can you mix the dry ingredients and sugar for me babe?” He asked.

You nodded and went ahead to measure out the correct amount of flour, sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg then sifting it into a large bowl.

Noticing Connor was too focused on chopping the apples perfectly, a mischievous smirk formed on your face as you took a handful of flour out from the bag.

“Hey, Con?” You asked innocently.

“Yeah, hun?” He asked, dropping the knife and turning to you just as you hit his face with the flour.

You giggled as he rubbed the flour from his eyes, then an offended look appeared on his face.

“Sorry” You said innocently “My hand slipped, baby”

“Oh, I’m sure it did” Connor smirked as he reaches for the bag of flour “You’re going to pay for that, babe!”

You screeched, running out of the kitchen as Connor trailed after you; laughing.

“You’ll never get me!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

You two continued to run around the living room for a few more minutes and when Connor notices you slowing down, trying to catch your breath; he caught up to you, grabbing your hand as he spun you around and throws the flour in your face.

“Connor!” You whined, wiping the flour off your face.

“You started it, babe!” He laughs “And you��re cleaning that up” He motioned to the flour remnants on the floor and on the wall behind you.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes playfully “Now, we’re even. Time to get back to baking, Brashier”

You two headed back to the kitchen and to continue baking the apple pie while listening (and occasionally singing out loud) to a playlist Connor created of all the songs that reminded him of you and the relationship you two had. He was so cheesy at times and even though you teased him about it, you secretly loved it.

An hour and a messy kitchen later, the apple pie was baking in the oven and you already called for pizza delivery. As much as having apple pie for dinner sounded delicious, you were starving and you knew it was going to be enough.

“I want to give you something” Connor announced as you two were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen.

You hummed in response, looking up at him confusingly “What is it, bubs?”

He grinned in return “You’ll see! Just close your eyes, babe and no peaking!” He said before running out of the kitchen.

Connor came back with the box not too long later and you stood by the island; elbows pressed against the marble top as your hands were already covering your eyes.

Knowing that he was already back in the kitchen, you went ahead and asked “What’s with the surprise, baby?” You giggled “It’s not my birthday or our anniversary, you know”

He slides the box over to your side, smiling as he answered “I don’t need to have a reason when I want to give you something, honey. Open your eyes”

When you remove your hands from your eyes and found the box of goodies before you, you were lost for words.

“Connor…” You said softly, eyes trailing over the various products in the box “You didn’t have to do this for me. This box must have cost a lot”

He reaches for your hand and rests his hand over yours “Hey, look at me” He ordered lightly as you looked into his eyes “You’re my girlfriend” He smiles softly, “You have been stressing out over university lately and I just wanted to do something nice for you, babe”

“You’re the sweetest man ever, Connor Brashier” You sighed happily as you walked over to his side and wrapped your arms around him; pressing a kiss to his clothed chest “Thank you for the spooky box, bubs but spending time with you is already enough for me”

“I’d do anything I can to make you happy, honey” He grins as he rubbed your back softly “By the way, I bought a tub of ice cream earlier to eat with the apple pie”

“You literally do know me” You giggle against his shoulder “Now, I see face masks in that box… We’re gonna put some on while watching Netflix”

He nodded instantly “Deal, babe”

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch; having pizza and apple pie for dinner, catching up on your favourite show and putting face masks on for each other.

Nights like these with Connor were your absolute favourite and it was so much better than going out to some fancy restaurant.

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okay w o w I actually wanna do this with my non-existent boyfriend

#connor brashier #connor brashier x reader #connor brashier imagines #requests

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beautcous · 4 years ago

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Thread 01 (Halloween)

Halloween was a day Sydney absolutely enjoyed, not just because she had more clients demanding her services for their costumes but also because she loved the festivities that came with it. When she heard that this festival would be this year’s Stonehill celebration it was safe to say her excitement grew tenfold. She had just finished carving her pumpkin and was about to go search for her friends who were all scattered around the beach when she heard a group of girls let out such piercing screams which she was sure effectively shattered her ear drums. Sydney looked around to see what the commotion was all about but she didn’t see much only seeing a rather large crowd gather around a tall figure. A figure she was too far to recognize until she began walking closer in the direction of where the crowd was gathered.

By now she was about a few feet away when she realized the cause of the commotion, or rather who. Out of all the people she would have expected, she did not expect Ezra Meyer to make himself known at the event. The brunette could feel her heart rate pick up just a bit at the sight of him in the flesh, she’d only ever seen him on screens and magazines. She really wanted to go over to where he was and seeing him up close but the crowd surround him discouraged her. Any other time, she would have approached him but given what he had happened two weeks when her tweet going viral and then it being discovered and read aloud by the actor on television stopped her from going anywhere near him. Of course, there was chance he didn’t even remember it or her, after all the man probably got millions of thirst tweets from women all around. Or at least she had hoped he wouldn’t recognize her. Before she could make up her mind, she felt a figure ram right into causing a gasp to leave her lips. It was when she looked up did she see a drunken male stumbling and Sydney caught him before he fell over her.

The man snapped out of his daze a moment later when his eyes landed on Sydney and a rather creepy smile appeared on his face. His eyes raking over her small frame in what best could be described as a leer. Sydney rolled her eyes, stepping back when the man finally stood up right and she was about to walk away when the man took a hold of her arm. “Where you going honey? Stay and keep me company, it’s not everyday I bump into a pretty face like yours.” Her brows rose but she shot the man a annoyed look as she attempted to free her arm. Did he honestly think that would work? “Not interested.” She told him flatly, who did not know how to take a hint. “Come on, don’t be like that. I can show you a good time.” The man then stepped closer, his hand around her tightening a bit that had her wince at the grip. “Didn’t you hear me, I’m no interested, let me go or you’ll have a pissed off boyfriend to deal with. Pointedly looking at her male friend who was not too far but had not seen her yet, but that did nothing to deter this asshole.

It was a rather normal activity for Ezra; signing autographs for his adoring fans. He didn’t see the point in whining about it, not when the fans was the reason why he had such a successful career. They made him rich, and he couldn’t be happier to be in this situation. One thing he wished he didn’t have to deal with was the screaming. He never understood why some people would get so excited over another human being. That had never been him. He liked the band Red Hot Chill Peppers, and yet, would anyone ever see him screaming for them like a deranged lunatic? Hell no. That was just lame and he had too much pride to do something so ridiculous. Did he think he was above others in this aspect, no. Only because he believed that people should be free to express themselves. He wasn’t going to be a part of the pack though. Then again, that might be why he was who he was.

Ezra didn’t just stumble into wealth and fame. He’d been doing this ever since he was an infant. He started with baby commercials. You know, like in Gerber. Except he did it for a very popular brand of Formula. Then, as he aged, he started in on acting. The parts kept rolling in, and for the longest time he was being casted as a teenager, staring and co-staring in a bunch of teen rom-coms. He could blame that on his baby face. It was both a blessing and a curse. Once he reached the age of twenty-eight however, he pressed his manager into giving him more adult roles. That was when he was given the staring role in a Sci-Fi Trilogy. After just one movie, his popularity soared. Not that he wasn’t known before, he just got way more popular now. He would admit that his popularity came with a lot of clauses however. For example; it seemed like he couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized now. Everywhere he went, people knew him. It got so bad that he had to start wearing baseball caps and hoodies if he didn’t want the attention.

After what felt like hours of signing autographs and smiling while the fans took photos with him, he was finally done. His cheeks hurt–from all that smiling–and he was beyond exhausted. As he stepped down from the makeshift stage, intending to make his way back to his car with the two bodyguards that were in charge of his care; he heard a commotion, or rather a woman’s voice trying to ward someone away. Feeling the draw to see what was going on, he made his way over there–security pushing the throngs of adoring fans out of his way. What he saw, had him reacting before anyone could stop him. Grabbing the clearly drunken male by the collar, he moved him aside and said, “She said, she’s not interested, or are you hard of hearing?” His brows furrowed as he glared at the intoxicated man;–judging by the stench of alcohol permeating from his pore–after which the bodyguards took him away. Ezra then put his attention on the lithe brunette, who’s face seemed all too familiar. Where had he seen her before? He wondered, yet instead of dwelling on the matter, he chose to focus on whether or not she had been hurt. “Are you okay, Miss? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He spoke to her gently, not wanting to scare her even further.

Sydney recalled the very first time she’d see him on television and she had no idea what it was but she could feel this pull towards him. Why such was the case, she had no clue. Since then on, the brunette had followed all of his work tuning in each time his show was on and then to the various other projects he had accomplished in his career. Perhaps her most favorite thing to watch was his on screen interviews, and she had to admit the man definitely had a good sense of humor. Sydney had no clue what it was about Ezra that was so riveting but she couldn’t deny her curiously or her intrigue towards the actor. Of course, there was also the fact that he was perhaps the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Unfortunately, any nerve she may have gathered to approach him now went right out the window thanks to the embarrassing tweet she had posted. There was absolutely no way she’d risk him knowing who she was, she supposed it didn’t matter since she had decided against meeting him anyway. Disappointment pooling in her stomach but she quickly squashed it as she began hunting down her friends.

She had only taken a few steps when a drunken idiot stopped her path and came onto her quite aggressively and for a moment a spike of fear washed through her. Normally, she knew how to handle men who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. This bastard was about twice her size and had her arm in an iron grip that each she attempted to tug it loose, his hand only tightened in response causing her to wince at the pressure. Her empty threat that her boyfriend was around had done nothing to deter the man who leered down at her. Sydney then attempted to shove him with her free arm but he barely budged and just as his arm was about to snake around her waist, she saw a hand grab the bastard off her and freeing her arm. She hoped she didn’t look as scared as she had felt in those brief moments but her racing heart didn’t slow because it was then she finally caught the face of her savior. Ezra Meyer. She had to fight to keep the shock off her features but she supposed her fear was doing an excellent job of masking her shock. It took her a few seconds to finally get her brain to work as she realized she was just staring at him while he inquired about her well-being.

Thanks to the incident moments before, it seemed to place her fear of being recognized behind her more so when he stared at her only with concern. Hearing the gentleness in his voice did ease her earlier fear a bit, and she nodded. “I’m fine. A little bruise but nothing that won’t heal.” She said her hand covering the red finger prints the man’s grip had left. Sydney then cleared her throat and gave the actor a small grateful smile, “I can’t thank you enough for showing up when you did. I owe you one, can I buy you a drink or something?” She paused then, realizing how that sounded, “I’m not hitting on you by the way..” Feeling need to add that bit in case he got the wrong idea.

Ezra had never done this; went out of his way to help someone in distress. Not that he was a selfish individual. It just never happened to him before. Now that he was standing before the lithe woman, who’s face still looked all too familiar, he couldn’t help but feel a draw to her. He couldn’t pinpoint where he’d met her before, yet he knew that he’d seen that beautiful face. Her features were distinctive; from those full ruby red lips, cute nose, eyelashes that went on forever, right down to her dark thick brows; he swore he’d seen all of that before. She couldn’t be someone who was loose of morals, the types who would sleep with celebrities, could she? Again, not that he did that often, though he did have his weak moments. What man in their right mind could resist a beautiful woman anyway? No one. Unless they were not into women, which he totally was. He plundered into the recesses of his mind, trying his best to find out if he could remember her face, but it was no use. He had nothing. Just as well. He obviously didn’t need the answer that badly. Otherwise he would have recognized her by now.

He’d just about to forget about it when she spoke. She was saying that she was fine, but judging by how fast she made the remark, he doubted that she truly was. “You sure?” He asked, needing for some reason that was unknown to him to make sure that she was indeed truly alright. “No need to thank me,” he shook his head, a friendly smile appearing on his features for her, “I would’ve done this for anyone.” Really? Nah, he didn’t think so. She just so happened to be lucky that he was around–with a security team. He didn’t regret it however. There was also the added bonus that she was beautiful. Okay, when he initially helped her, he wasn’t checking her out. He was doing what he should be doing, which was be a good Samaritan. Her beauty was simply an added bonus. “You don’t have to buy me a drink.” He added. It was her next statement that made him realize who he was talking to. “You’re her! That girl on twitter…” The words trailed off as he thought about the tweet of him that had gone viral. He didn’t remember what she said word for word, but it definitely had a lot to do with her undying love for him. “–So you have a crush on me, huh?” He queried, his hues dancing with mirth. “I don’t blame you. I’d have a crush on me too, if I were you…” And just because he was feeling playful, he shot the brunette a wink.

Out of all the people she could have imagined coming to her rescue, never did she think it would be Ezra. But then again she supposed she never imagined she’d even run into actor so maybe today was just a strange a day. If Sydney thought Ezra was beautiful on the screen then he was even more breathtaking in real life. As she stood watching him get rid of the creep who had grabbed her, her green hues studied his sharp features, her heart pounding from her incident withe the drunk man and now because she stood just about a feet or so away from the man she admired so much. Perhaps that was putting it too lightly, no, she was a devoted follower of the actor because it was not a big leap to assume that Sydney was absolutely bewitched by him. She realized just how pathetic her thoughts were regarding this man considering she barely knew him, but it still didn’t stop the thoughts that formed in her mind towards Ezra. There was something so compelling about the man that did nothing to ease her affection for the man.

So, despite her reassurance she still heard him confirm if indeed she was fine, Sydney dropped her hand and nodded. “Yes, really, thanks to you.” She told him sincerely just as she heard his next remark which had a smile curve her ruby red lips, her eyes alight and she didn’t know why but that comment pleased her quite a lot. “My hero.” She remarked jokingly, of course, hoping she wouldn’t say something so stupid in her nervousness. The make-up artist was really good with poker face which is why she hoped her nervousness at his mere presence wasn’t so evident on her features. Her relief of him not knowing was short-lived. It was his next words that shocked her a bit, green eyes widening slightly when Ezra had indeed recognized her from her tweet. It was perhaps that moment that Sydney wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. Or a massive wave would come over to the shore and take her with it, anything was better than standing here with a shocked look on her face as Ezra called her out on her embarrassing tweet she’d done on impulse. Her lips parted but no words came out as she tried to compose her features which she did a minute or so later, but she found herself looking away not quite finding the nerve to answer him. Sydney wasn’t sure how this would go because she never expected to him to find her tweet let alone run into him. However, what she hadn’t been expecting was the remark that followed after, the cocky tone in which he had delivered them and she wondered if he was mocking her until she met his gaze and saw the mirth gleaming in his eyes and then the wink. The brunette didn’t know what it was but that cocky remark irked her a bit, dare she say also disappointed her. Brow raised at him she spoke, “I’m still in shock that you read it and remembered exactly who tweeted it. And I wouldn’t say a crush, it was just a silly little thing..” Sydney told him neutrally, “Cocky aren’t you though?” She supposed it’s not so surprising, he was an celebrity after all. “And here I thought you were a bit more humble than that.” Her words a bit blunt, “I’m sure you get millions of tweets like those everyday.”

Perhaps teasing the brunette about her tweet wasn’t the classiest thing Ezra could’ve done. He should’ve been more of a gentleman, and yet, he was still human and things like subtly and being decent sometimes just slip past him. It wasn’t his intention to hurt her or be an ass, it was more of his way to lighten the mood a little. It might’ve rubbed her the wrong way though. Not that he could blame her for her reaction. He was being a total dick. He deserved nothing less. Her response had a smile stretching upon his features. Lithe in frame she might be, but there was something else that made her stand out; the woman had gumption. He actually admired that in her. Her question had him smirking, the memory of the very unfortunate tweet coming to the forefront of his mind. He could still remember it clearly, not word for word, but the icon of the person who’d made the tweet. Ezra remembered being mesmerized for a moment, feeling that it was too good to be true. Someone as beautiful as she was couldn’t possibly have a crush on him. He should be the one who should be holding those feelings, and not her.

One thing he would admit as he stood here, gazing down on her mesmerizing hazel hues, she looked even more beautiful in person than she did on that photo. Especially with ire burning within her irises, he swore he could stand here and just stare at her. Her remark had him blinking his eyes and focusing on her words instead of her pretty face. “I didn’t remember,” he admitted, his head shaking, the cocky smirk still holding its place, “what I do remember is your face. Those eyebrows of yours. How could anyone miss it?” Did that sound like a compliment or an insult? He meant well by it, yet he did have the tendency to stick his foot in his mouth, especially when it came to being around someone he might like. Not that he liked her or anything. Of course not… That would be ridiculous. “Cocky? I wouldn’t say that I was. I’d call it excessive confidence.” He stated this while shooting her a wink. Okay, this was getting weird. Why was he acting like this? “Hey, if I wasn’t humble, I wouldn’t have rescued you just now.” The words sprang forward rather quickly much to his surprise. And technically, he didn’t do much, he simply grabbed the guy by his collar and pulled him away. The rest was done by his security team. He didn’t miss the sharpness of her tongue. Clearly, she wasn’t amused by his behavior, and to be honest, neither was he. He didn’t even understand why he felt the need to act this way. This wasn’t like him at all. “Not from someone as beautiful as you.” He told her, this time he was being earnest. Never had he seen anyone so breathtaking, and he was in the entertainment industry…

It wasn’t that his approach had been horrible but a part of her surprise came from the fact that she hadn’t expected the man to make such an arrogant remark. Nor had she expected him to hit on her right after rescuing her, she just wasn’t used to such attention from a man of his stature. Men like him didn’t hit on women like her which is not to say that Sydney believed herself to be unattractive, she was aware of how attractive she was and was told so by both genders. It was just that she didn’t deem herself to be someone that would be hit on by a man who had no doubt been with stunning models and actresses in the entertainment industry. However, she wasn’t a complete twat to deny that she was flattered that Ezra seemed to notice her, whether he was sincere or not, that remained to be seen. Perhaps the silver lining in this was that Ezra while incredibly cocky, didn’t seem like the rude and snobby types that she had dealt with on set who looked down upon others that weren’t to their social standing. Her initial hesitance to approach him just minutes before he rescued her was because she was a bit afraid that he’d be exactly the rude type.

Ezra’s constant stare did unnerve her mostly because her body reacted very strongly to his piercing gaze. She almost guilty for the way she responding to his gaze because she was dating Lucia, a woman whom Sydney was incredibly attracted to and genuinely liked that she felt as she was doing something wrong by being attracted to this man. Well, it didn’t matter because as much as she admired him she had no intentions of dating him or anything. She’d met Ezra by chance and perhaps this would be the last time she’d ever see him and that might explain her body’s reaction. She simply was not used to being in the presence of an attractive man let alone being hit on by one. “Oh god, not you too..” She muttered under her breath, but of course he’d notice her eyebrows the one thing she despised about herself as a young girl because of the attention it drew, attention she also did not care for. “See, I can’t tell if your insulting me or complimenting.” She remarked pulling his leg for embarrassing her for a moment. However, that didn’t stop the brief amusement that flickered across her hazel hues nor did it stop the reluctant soft laughter that bubbled from within. She was amused by the words but she still wasn’t impressed, but then again Sydney wasn’t easily impressed by a pretty face and a few charming words. “You have a slick answer for everything don’t you?” Before shaking her head softly, and meeting his gaze, “Well, I would say rescuing me would make you a good Samaritan but I’m grateful nonetheless also thank your bodyguards for me.” His latter words however had her freeze for a moment, her gaze snapping over to him and dare she say he looked a bit nervous? Much to her dismay, butterflies swan at the pit of her stomach but she shook of the feeling of flattery and something else that rushed through her briefly. “Well….thank you.” Sydney then cleared her throat, tearing her gaze away to look over his shoulder, “Though I wouldn’t say that’s entirely true. I’ll be honest I’m not sure what you’re trying to gain by all the compliments. I do feel like I should clear up something, I don’t have a crush on you. That tweet was just a mindless thought, with that said, I do however think you’re extremely talented in your work.” Now that bit was the truth, she enjoyed watching Ezra on screen no one could deny that.

Ezra would never dare insult a woman, especially not one that was as bewitching as she was. It wasn’t just her beauty either, it was everything about her. From the bold tweet that he read right down to the way she wasn’t afraid to talk back to him. Most ordinary people, women especially, would gawk at him, and react as though he walked on water. Not this one. She knew exactly how to put him in his place, and maybe it sounded weird to others, but he admired that about her. The urge to get to know the spunky beauty was almost overwhelming, and normally he would be a little smoother in his delivery, yet with her, everything that came out sounded wrong, as though he was trying too hard, or worse yet, as if he’d never been around a beautiful woman before. He had. Of course, he did. However, none of them made him feel this need; the pull to want a little more, to get to know how her mind ticked. He’d been drawn to her even before he ever laid eyes on her personally–thanks to her mishap on Twitter. Now that she was here, there was no way he was going to allow her to slip through his grasp. One way or another, he would see her again; preferably on a date setting. For some, he might be too sure of himself, or even cocky, but that was just how Ezra’s mind worked. He didn’t give up, especially when he wanted something. He would chase after it until what he sought after was finally his.

A sheepish smile formed across his features, and he let out a chuckle at her remark. Despite knowing that he shouldn’t have noticed, he did. Perhaps she was a little self conscious about her eyebrows, which she honestly shouldn’t. They were beautiful, just like the owner. Her eyes were what drew him in to begin with. He almost felt as though her irises were trying to tell him something. What. He didn’t know, but he knew that he wasn’t going to stop until he unearth the reason behind the draw he felt for the woman. “Yes, me too.” He told her, the gentle smile still displayed for her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it as an insult. You have very beautiful brows, and eyes.” He finally explained, not wanting her to think that he was teasing her, because he truly meant to compliment her. Though he felt like an idiot for his faux pas earlier, at least he’d tried to make amends, therefore, he wasn’t that big of a tool. Well, at least he didn’t think so. When she called him slick, he had to laugh it off–nervously. God, what was this woman doing to him? He was Ezra Meyer, he didn’t get nervous… “I don’t have a slick answer. Sometimes, my tongue gets away with itself.” He tried to reason, though he didn’t know why he even felt the need to do so, he simply felt that he had to. Odd. “No, I was here so I helped. I’ll let my guys know that you’re grateful for their help.” He smiled at her as he spoke those words, his head tilting a little as he saw her reaction changing. Ezra might not have been an expert, but he could’ve sworn he saw her blush. She looked radiant like that, and he wanted to see a little more of that blush. “Really? So are you telling me that you do this to other actors as well, tweet that you have a crush on them even though you don’t?” He clicked his tongue afterwards, and then continued, “It doesn’t sound that you’re telling me the truth here, but thank you for the compliment. I’m proud of my work, and it’s good to know that others enjoy my acting as well.” He was mostly joking around, trying to make fun of the situation, and he hoped that she caught that by the way he was smiling down at her.

This entire exchange she was having with Ezra seemed so surreal because celebrities weren’t supposed to be like this. Especially not handsome men like Ezra, they were not supposed to stand around and give this much attention to a normal person they just happen to run into by accident. This was perhaps what threw her off for a bit, more so when he outright complimented her and then point the one thing he liked but she was very self-conscious of. Perhaps what puzzled her more was the way he kept gazing at her, as if he were waiting for something but what she didn’t know. She would never vocalize her attraction to him but she wouldn’t so dense as to deny it to herself. Then a smile curved his lips and Sydney found herself watching the brief action with utter fascination before she realized what she was doing and snapped out of it. Her heart still running ahead of her as she tried to calm it, keeping her features composed she spoke, but she was sure her cheeks definitely gave her blush. “Thank you, but why I do have a feeling you say this to a lot of girls?” Referring to eyes compliment he bestowed upon her. “If you are tying to hit on me, I can tell you right now I’m not interested.” Her words weren’t harsh, rather they were a matter-of-factly. An amused smile curved her own lips when he admitted to letting his mouth get the best of him, the sheepish look on his features made him look…normal. “Hmm, you could have fooled me. Especially with the crush comment you delivered oh so cockily a few moments go. But I suppose with a face like yours, you’re used to a different response from women.”

Ezra had caught her there, and she wished the group would open and swallow her whole once more because the man made an excellent point. Sydney didn’t go around sending tweets to other male celebrities she admired, at least two the kind she had sent to this actor. The brunette could feel her face heat up once more and she cursed at herself for being so affected by this man whom she barely knew and had no interest in pursuing. But as she stood and continued to indulge him, Sydney felt that familiar pull towards him as she did every time she saw him on screen. “I guess you’ll never know, won’t you?” She paused giving him an easy shrug, “Maybe I do, would you be offended?” She asked madly curious and raising a brow at him but of course she didn’t except an answer more than she was trying to take the spotlight off her. “Even if i’m not being truthful, it doesn’t matter, now does it?” She didn’t give him time to reflect on that before giving him a small smile, “You should be proud, I think I speak for a lot of people when I say we enjoying watching you.” She could see the humor in his eyes as she stared back at him, “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you by here among us?” Gesturing towards the festivals.

It was rather astonishing to hear her conclusion of him. Of course Ezra wasn’t at all surprised that she would think of him as nothing but a player; he did came onto to her strongly. He wasn’t at all however. Although, he was friendly, he mostly liked keeping his personal life private; and it wasn’t because he had a hoard of women waiting in the wings to date him either. He just liked to keep certain things private. Hence the reason why there had been no sightings of him out on dates. He preferred it that way. Plus, if he was being honest, he never did understand why people would believe that he had a reputation of being a player; that was far from the truth. In the past year, he’d only been on one date and even then, it was more of a friendly get together. He didn’t see the point in dating anyone when he should be waiting to meet his soulmate. Besides, work kept him busy enough, he didn’t need to be in a relationship to fill a void that he never felt. Although now that he was standing before this beauty, he wondered that maybe she could be his other half. It might be possible seeing as he was so drawn to her. “I don’t say it to all the girls. Only you.” Which wasn’t a lie. He didn’t make a habit of hitting on women, he was just drawn to her. Seeing her sweetly smiling at him, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to get to know her even more. The need was intense; the pull too strong for him to deny. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to sound cocky. If I may be so bold…” He paused then, stepping an inch closer, eyes locking with hers. “–I find you refreshing.”

There was a change to her demeanor, and he could’ve sworn that she’d blushed. A part of him felt bad for possibly embarrassing her, but a bigger part of him was rather glad to see that he could silence her. It was only an added bonus to be able to gaze upon her while she thought of her next retort. His brows rose then, a half a smile forming on his lips for her sassy response. “I could investigate, you know. It’s not that hard.” He returned, though he kept his tone light to make sure she knew that he was joking. “It matters to me. I like feeling special.” There was no way she couldn’t tell that he was freely flirting with her now, even someone who was daft could tell by how he was smiling at her. If that wasn’t enough, he couldn’t seem to stop staring at her either. His gaze was stuck on her beautiful face the whole time; mesmerized that someone so gorgeous was in his presence, bantering back and forth with him. “Thanks. That’s why I do what I do.” This part made him feel a little awkward, though he loved his job, he didn’t do it for the fans, he did it for himself, because he enjoyed it. It boggles his mind still that people actually enjoyed his craft. “I was signing autographs. It makes it easier to do it in Stonehill seeing as I live here.” He answered her question without hesitation. “What about you? Are you here for the festivities or did you come to see me?” The last question made him chuckle, it also spoke of his intent; that he was simply joking around with her.

Sydney knew she making far too many assumptions considering she barely ever spotted Ezra with many women. If he was with them, he was one the few who was skilled at keeping his life private in that sense. Sydney almost hated how curious she was to know what sort of history he had with women but she also quickly chided herself because she had no business or the right to even wonder such a thing. Yes, she had a bit of a ridiculous crush on him but that hardly translated into feelings for interest not when she was dating a lovely woman herself. So when she had somewhat accused him of saying the same words to other women, her green hues had no missed his slight look of surprise. Still, despite her best efforts that compliment coming from Ezra who’d seen his fair share of gorgers women made her smile nonetheless. “You don’t, hmm, is that right?” She asked quirking a brow as her eyes gleamed and why she was standing around and flirting? with him, the brunette had no idea. Her eyes were still trained on him, mostly in a curious manner as if he were a puzzle she was trying to piece together. It was then noticed him taking a step closer whilst he spoke, and she felt her breath catch when their eyes locked. She was stunned to see that intense look in his piercing eyes that almost left her breathless. Partly hating herself for reacting the way she was just because he happened to flirt with her a bit. But his words had sent her heart into yet another frenzy that she couldn’t think of one witty remark to make that was her usual response to this sort of thing when she was flustered. “You’ve been bold since the moment you approached me.” She managed to slip out, her lips twitching a bit, “And you don’t strike me as the type to be…uncertain.” His voice softer than he had been just minutes ago.

Sydney could stand there and continue to deny it to herself but whether she liked it or not, she felt completely drawn to him. She only wished she knew why she was, she’d met dozens of celebrities she was fond of but none of them had her reacting this way as she was towards Ezra. However, for once she was stunned into silence by his words and a part of her wondered if this was all a figment of her imagination. But the way her body was responding and her heart was pounding, she knew this was very much real, that Ezra was in fact hitting on her. Worse of it, Sydney was liking it much to her dismay. If she had any doubts of his intention, well, they were all clear now as she felt the weight of his gaze on her and he refused to look away with let her more flustered. Her lips curved into an amused smile at his quick response, “You could but that would be very ungentlemanly of you, unless you aren’t a gentlemen?” She trailed off forgetting for a moment she wasn’t supposed to be flirting back with him. She knew he was jesting from his tone, before she laughed at his next words. “Ezra, you’re a hot shot actor with billions of fan. How much more special could you want to feel? I’m just one fan among throngs of them and one you barely know and came across by accident.” She explained with a slight shrug, “I’m sure your fans make you feel special every day. Ignoring how conceited you sound right there.”She let him see her amused smile so he’d see she was also pulling his leg in return. She nodded, “I’m sure thats not the only reason why you do it. You love it, don’t you? Acting, stepping into different roles that challenge you. You look like sometimes you forget there are cameras surrounding you.” She murmured mostly to herself that she wasn’t sure if he’d heard that. “That it does, you sure seemed to make the kids happy.” Gesturing to the several kids that walked by and stared at Ezra which had Sydney smiling before she heard his latter words and shook her head. Her nose pinching up a bit, “As I thought, you are far too arrogant for your own good. I should tell you, I didn’t know you’d be here so you can imagine my surprise and then my embarrassment when you recognized me.” But Sydney laughed along with him. “It’s been….interesting chatting with you….”

Ezra had never allowed himself to let go like this. Although he’d dated in the past, his affections were not freely given. It was as though there was something pulling him back and telling him that the women in his past were nothing but people he could have fun with. There was no bigger plans written in the horizon for them. Sydney was different however. The draw he felt for her was so strong, he was nearly rendered speechless by it. It made him wonder then, if maybe she was his destiny; his other half. He wasn’t a cynic, and believed in soulmates; even if he wasn’t actively searching for his, he knew that he would someday cross paths with the person who was born to complete him. He simply had faith that it would happen. “No, I don’t. You’re just special.” He reiterated, his hues still lingering with hers, hoping that she could sense his sincerity. Perhaps the bold way he came on to her was a tell. It might be his own subconscious telling him that he might’ve found his match, because he honestly had never been this way with anyone. “I know I have been, and I should apologize, but at the same time, I don’t think I should be.” He returned, his voice clear and concise, not allowing room for Sydney to mistake his intention. His body language, the way he spoke, everything screamed that he liked her. “A human being is allowed to be unsure of things. On the other hand, I’m very sure of how I feel.” Feeling bold for some odd reason, he reached out and tucked back the hair that was flowing in the wind.

Ezra’s fingers lightly grazed Sydney’s skin as he pulled his hand back, and even with such a slight action, he could feel her softness marking him, daring him to touch her once more. It was as if she was a Siren, leading him to his doom, even though he didn’t feel the least bit worried that she would be his downfall. If anything, she could probably make him shine even brighter. “Lucky for you, I am a gentleman, otherwise I might just snoop around to find out more about you.” He could still do that, hire a private investigator to unearth the mysteries about her life that he wanted answers to. But he wasn’t going to go down that route. If he was going to find out about her, he would have to do it the old fashioned way, by asking her. “Do I actually have billions of fans? I don’t think so. I guess I must be greedy when it comes to you.–Just so you know, I don’t believe in accidents. Destiny, now that I believe in. Perhaps this is just Destiny’s way to tell me something…us something.” He tilted his head down a little, allowing his face to inch even closer to the beauty. God, he was definitely smitten by her. If only he could convince her to go out with him, that would make him even happier. “I don’t pay attention to them all that much. You however, I could pay attention to for a long time.” He returned with a shrug, now biting on his bottom lip a little as he continued to gaze upon her beautiful features. “I do what I can. Signing autographs is part of the job, right? Without them,” he nodded at the hoards of children and people in general, “I wouldn’t have a job.”He wasn’t delusional enough to believe that he could do this without help, and made sure to always show his appreciation in any way he could. “I do love it. I wouldn’t be doing it for so long if I didn’t love acting. It’s like you said, I get to act out different characters. It’s really interesting.” He agreed with her assessment wholeheartedly. Acting might be mere entertainment for some, but for him, it was art, a way to express his creativity, and he was glad that Sydney understood that. “What? Me arrogant?” He gasped, feigning surprise, “I could never behave that way. I always want to be charming with you.–It’s been interesting to meet me? Is that your way of saying that you want me to get out of your face?” The thought of having to leave her so soon left a hole in his heart. He didn’t want to have to do that, but if he must, he might as well ask the question that has been itching to come out. “Would it be bold of me to ask for your phone number?” He sounded unsure as he posed the question, afraid that she might tell him no.

It had been such a long time since someone had complimented her so well, whether Ezra was serious or not was another thing it didn’t change the fact that she liked what she heard from him. Which made her feel a bit naive because his attentions were fleeting right now she might have caught his eye but she was nothing more than a passing fancy. Maybe he was curious but how long would she be able to hold his interest? Not for very long, not when there was a sea of fascinating people right in the entertainment industry. It was what made it easy for her to humor him while he flirted, sure she flirted back but not to the extent that he seemed to be. So, then why in the world was her heart racing? She chalked it up to being star-struck but this man certainly had an uncanny ability to make a woman feel so special. She tried not to focus on the way his eyes lingered on her, oh, he was really good at this. “No, I don’t think you’d be sorry neither should you be. Nothing wrong with being bold.” She told him sincerely, there was no rule against it. It was his next words that caused her to move her gaze to him, silently watching as he stepped closer and brushed her hair back. “How you feel. How do you feel anything? You just met me.” She countered, wanting to move back from his rather intriguing touch but somehow her body would not move.

His touch had been light but god she had felt the sparks of it across her entire cheek, causing it to tingle. God, she had to resist the urge to shut her eyes and lean into his touch but her embarrassment stopped her from doing anything. Sydney cleared her throat but still her feet would not move to step away from him and she felt the heat of his body slowly transfer over to her. Tucking her own hair back she met his gaze once more, ensuring her features remained neutral lest he see her flurry of emotions. Her eyes widened slightly at his confession, lips parting once more but no sound came. It took her a split second to realize he was jesting but her heart hammered once more against her chest. “Lucky for me indeed.” she murmured not quite sure what to say to that before she heard him continue and remained silent because for once her witty remarks were failing her. She’d never been in situation like this nor was she used so such attentions from anyone, let alone Ezra. “I didn’t know you believed in all of that. Its charming though, and it a bit strange hearing it from you just as strange hearing you say you want my attention.” She would be lying if she said she did, because when it came down she believed in no such thing. She believed their encounter to be nothing more than a coincidence. She wasn’t a cynic per say but she was not a romantic either but somehow she sensed Ezra was which made her admire him even more for some inexplicable reason. Why that little appealed to her, she did not know. “I don’t know what its trying to tell us, other than coincidences happen on occasion. As for paying attention to me, I really wish you don’t.” She told matter of factly, meeting her gaze to show him just how serious she was of her words. She felt like a bitch for sure, but Sydney wanted no such attention for this man mostly because she hated how she was responding to it. How drawn she was to him and it scared her beyond belief. It scared her because if he wanted to, he could easily make her do as he asked. She could not allow that.

Sydney nodded when he began speaking about how much he loved his work, she could see that passion in his eyes for what he did and it make her like him even more. Whereas people went into the business for fame, Ezra didn’t and she had so much respect for people like him. She respected people who respected that art of acting that it was so much more than looking pretty on a camera and the fame that came with it. it was why it was such a pleasure watching on screen, because Ezra put his soul into his characters. “Your cocky but your also very humble, I guess I was a bit wrong about you.” She admitted, “It really is, and I can tell how you love it. I wish other actors had the same sort of passion as you do for your work.” She blurted out without really thinking it threw, “I mean, if only people looked at acting the way you did.” She quickly amended. A laugh left her lips at his innocent look and she gave him a amused look in return, “Arrogant but yes your charming, Ezra. I bet you make ladies fall in love with you left and right.” She teased before a chuckle left her yet again. She smiled at him secretly, not giving anything away, “Interesting, amongst other things.” Letting him make of that what he would. “I don’t mean to be rude but my friends will be looking for me” She then showed him her phone that was blown with text messages form said friends. “I can’t keep them waiting.” Then he asked her for her number and Sydney stared at him a bit confused, but this man was determined if not anything. “Yes, it would be but you don’t shy away from bold. I’m not sure thats a good idea, you seem to want something from me. I don’t know what exactly but I’m sure I can’t give it to you regardless….”

When Ezra woke up this morning, he didn’t know what the day was going to be like. He went about his daily routine; working out at his home gym, having breakfast, going about the day as if it was any other Halloween. His life consisted of work and more work. He hadn’t had a day off since forever, and he was fine with it; happy even. What he didn’t expect was for all of this to happen. Everyday, he would think about some crazy occurrence that had come to pass and today of all days, he remembered the tweet that Sydney had made; the one that made him take notice of her. He could still feel the regret bearing down on him for not having contact her back then. He had wanted to, but didn’t dare go against the advice of his manager. After all, he had an image to protect; at least that was the argument his manager made. He’d decided then that he needed to put the incident in the past and not think about the brunette with the striking eyes. That’s what he remembered calling her when he gazed upon her profile photo. Little did he know that their destinies was about to intertwine. Some call it coincidence, but Ezra knew better. Their meeting was Faith’s way of saying that she was supposed to be in his life; though he didn’t know in what capacity… Still, the idea of her being his other half lingered within the depths of his conscience. He couldn’t be sure of it until he kissed her–and he would kiss her someday, he was sure of it. His gaze drifted down to her full lips, his desire to kiss her was so strong, it took his breath away. Before he could allow himself to foolishly pull her in for a kiss, her forced himself to focus on the conversation or at least try to.

“I didn’t think so either. I think you might like me better because I’m bold.” Ezra responded, a cheeky grin feature upon his face. Her question didn’t even phase him, he’d never been so sure of anything in his life. There was just something about being around Sydney that felt right. “Sometimes, when you know, you just know…” He remarked rather cryptically; he didn’t have to know her to feel the way he felt. His feelings were just there. Could this be love at first sight? He wasn’t so sure if he believed that notion. Lust at first sight, sure… Everyone has experienced that, but this wasn’t like that. He didn’t want her physically, or at least not just her body–he wasn’t a eunuch, he had sexual needs too. This went beyond anything physical. He needed to know her, every fiber of his being was yelling at him not to let her go. His hues took her in once again, taking in her lithe figure and the way she’d cleared her throat. Could it be that he wasn’t the only one feeling this pull? Did she feel the sizzle of the slight touch he’d accidentally bestowed upon her? He wasn’t bold enough to believe in such a thing, and yet, once again, his mind wondered if maybe he’d been right all along, that she truly was his intended other half. “Come on, you can’t really call this a coincidence. What is the likelihood of you getting saved by the actor you so publicly say you have a crush on?” A brow arched as the question left him, though he really didn’t need the answer. “As for paying attention to you… I can’t help myself. It’s only fair after you’ve declared your undying love for me.” God, he sounded like such a jackass here, he knew that, but instead of apologizing, he shot her a wink and smiled. She’d already thought he was cocky, so why not just continue with the role, right?

Ezra’s grin turned into a full on genuine smile when he heard her complimenting him. It felt right to hear those words coming from her, as if her appreciation meant the world to him. And the funny part about all this was, he never needed anyone’s approval before this. He’d gone into acting because he simply love it, not because he needed people to love him. That wasn’t important, and yet, hearing Sydney’s compliment sounded like the sweetest of symphonies. It was an odd feeling, one he wanted to feel over and over if given the chance. “Thanks. I like to surprise people every once in a while. I suppose it’s not always bad to be cocky as long as there’s a humble side to a person.” He added on to her remark, still smiling brightly for her. “Some people get into acting for the wrong reasons. Those are the ones that get into trouble.” It was true, the ones that only wanted fame tended to get into drugs or whatever shit that would bring them to a downward spiral. It was rather sad really. “I don’t know about women falling in love with me. Most of them just care about me because I’m an actor or because they think I’m hot or whatever.” He waved a hand around to dismiss the topic; he didn’t want women to lust after him or fall for him for the wrong reasons, he would rather not have the attention. Again, he felt discomfort creeping into his heart when she made an excuse to leave, he wanted her to give him her phone number, but Sydney was resisting his request. He knew then not to push it, even if it pained him to walk away from her not knowing if he would ever see her again. “I’m not going to push for it. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” He was more than certain of that, he didn’t want to sound cocky, but there was no way they would’ve met like this if he wasn’t fated to be in her life in some way. “You should go meet up your friends before they really blow up your phone with their text messages.” He encouraged, smiling down at the lithe framed woman.When one of his bodyguards gestured that it was time for him to leave, he let out a sigh and addressed Sydney once more. “That’s my queue to leave. You take care of yourself, Sydney. I’ll see you again soon.” Then, because he couldn’t stop himself, he took her hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it. “Till next time.” He hummed, gently released said hand and backed away from her. With a smile on his face, he headed back to his car with security surrounding him, already looking forward to his next meeting with the brunette with the striking eyes.

#sezra01 #ezra x sydney

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cactiem · 6 years ago

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Astral Projection (Part 2)

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman x Reader

Requested: Yep

Summary: After the date comes the consequences yet Ambrose found himself risking everything again to see you once more.

GIF Not Mine

Part 1 <- Part 2

Neither of you had spoken to each other since your date at the cafe and Sabrina began to notice. She noticed how both of you were acting different. Ambrose was quieter than usual, his expression full of sorrow, and you were wearing a fake smile to make it seem that you were okay. Sabrina saw right through that though. She saw the sorrowful look you were also wearing when you thought no one was looking.

One day during breakfast, Sabrina decided to ask her cousin about what happened between you. She was sat, watching Ambrose as he read the newspaper. Eventually he had enough of it and put the paper down, raising an eyebrow at Sabrina as if to ask what she wants. "Are you going to tell me why you’ve been watching me since you sat down?" Ambrose asked. Sabrina opened her mouth to answer but closed it again, trying to figure out how to ask him about your date.

"What happened with you and Y/N?" She asked him. "I thought the date went well." You had told Sabrina every detail of the date after you got home that day so she knew what happened and to her it sounded like it went okay.

"Just leave it, cousin." Ambrose said, not particularly wanting to talk about it but Sabrina was stubborn and didn’t want to leave it alone.

"You didn’t answer my question."

"I said leave it." He reiterated before going on to say something he regretted the moment it left his mouth. "It was a mistake." Sabrina couldn’t ask him to elaborate as he was quick to leave to his room. That was the last time she brought up your date, deciding to leave it as she had faith that her cousin had his reasons.

The next time you set foot in the Spellman's house was when you went round with Harvey to pick up Sabrina for Roz's Halloween party. You stood in the foyer, waiting for your friend to come down when you heard a gasp behind you. You turned around and saw it was Ambrose. "Woah, you look amazing." He said in awe. You couldn’t help look down bashfully as heat rose to your cheeks.

"Thanks." You thanked him. You knew you should be mad at him for how he didn’t speak to after your date but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Instead, you found a smile gracing your lips and a want to talk to him. You were still very much infatuated with him.

It was no different for Ambrose. He found himself wanting to listen to you talk passionately about your favourite book, to have your lips on his and you in his embrace. The infatuation he tried so hard to push down was very much still present.

The longing look you gave each other didn’t go unnoticed by Sabrina. The next day she went up to Ambrose's room, knocking on the open door and leant on the door frame as she watched him lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Why don’t you call them?" Sabrina asked, making Ambrose jump up into a seated position.

"I think you know why." He mumbled and she did know why. She knew his hesitation was rooted from him being a warlock and house arrest. What Sabrina also knew was that you are more open minded than other people in Greendale.

"Yes but I also know that Y/N won’t care. It’s you they like. You should give them a chance." Sabrina said, handing Ambrose a phone with your number in before leaving him to it.

The phone remained untouched as he just stared at it, like it would give him the answer he so desperately needs. It wasn’t until he threw it onto his bed before picking it up again that he decided to call you. The three rings were three of the longest in his life. He let out a breath once he heard your voice through the end of the line. "Hey, hello, it’s Ambrose, Sabrina’s cousin." He stuttered out.

"Oh, hi, Ambrose." You replied. Even though he couldn’t see you, Ambrose could tell you were smiling.

"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over?" He asked and when you agreed it felt like a weight was lifted off of him as he was one step closer to telling you the truth. He just hoped Sabrina was right.

You looked around Ambrose's room, taking in the place. Just by looking at it you could tell it had his personality injected into it. You took a seat next to him on the edge of the bed, swinging your legs as you waited for Ambrose. He sat down next to you, his fingers brushing yours, as he figured out where he should start. "I’m sorry that I didn’t call after our date." Ambrose apologised, starting there. "Believe me when I tell that it was because I like you, Y/N, a lot."

"Okay." You said, confused as to what he meant.

"I didn’t call because there is something I need to tell you about me, something that is dangerous but also I was afraid about how you’d react to the truth." You reaches over to his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as if to assure him to go on. "I’m a warlock." Ambrose said after a moment of silence. He looked down, bracing for your reaction, waiting for you to jump away from him in fear. Instead of that though, your hand stayed in his as you remained seated next to him.

"Ambrose, you don’t have to be afraid in telling me that you’re a warlock. It doesn’t scare me. I understand that you’ve probably not been met with the best of reactions in the past but I don’t care. What I care about is you." You told him, cupping his cheek with your hand, making him look up at you.

"It’s not just that, Y/N. I’m on house arrest. I can’t leave this house." You were confused and Ambrose saw that so he carried on and clarified what he meant. "I astral projected for our date but I can’t do that all the time as it’s very dangerous."

"I’m not sure what that means but we’ll have our dates here." You said confidently. "I like you Ambrose and I want to try this." His lips tugged up into a smile, happy that you’re still here, happy that Sabrina was right.

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cielizzydefencesquad · 7 years ago

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this ship thing is beautiful omg. could i ask for sebastian/bard? it's somehow become a favorite of mine lmao

Sebastian x Bard? Why not lmao (also consulted the official Kuroshitsuji wiki page and apparently Bard’s full name is spelled Baldroy not Bardroy. Who knew)

Who is more likely to catch a cold? Bard—but he’s prone to self medicating with “good Tennessee whiskey.” Sebastian’s response?

“You’re completely congested and burning up,” Sebastian chided firmly, leaving no room for argument. “I’ve prepared beef consommé so your throat won’t be irritated—at least until you’re well again.” He smirked.

Bard, all but tied to the bed, glared.

Who hogs the blankets? Neither—Bard likes to sleep in the nude and Sebastian does not mind. At all.

Who kills all the flowers? Bard. With a flamethrower.

The sharp canines of Sebastian’s teeth glinted under the pale January sun. “What,” he grit his teeth, vein in his head throbbing, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Fixing the garden.” Bard replied easily, tossing his goggles off his head.

“You’ve ruined the winter camellias.”

Bard’s answer is quite simple. Almost insultingly so—

“Have I?” He glanced down at the charred remains of the blush pink blossoms. “Guess I did.”

“Did you do this on purpose?” Sebastian tried to keep his voice even, tried to keep his hand from morphing into a claw sharp enough to slash through Baldroy’s ridiculous flame contraption—

He might care for the blue-eyed pyromanic but that didn’t mean Bard couldn’t frustrate Sebastian to the pits of hell and beyond.

He took a deep breath. If this was an accident, Sebastian reasoned (though he seriously doubted it), he could forgive Baldroy’s lapse of judgement.

His very severe lack of judgement.

“Well?” Sebastian prompted, blinking needlessly to keep his crimson irises at bay.

Bard grinned. “Nope.”

“…Then why in the name of all that is—“

“Er—call it an experiment gone awry?” He shrugged. “Am I going to get punished, boss?”

“More than you might think.” Sebastian’s smile turned feral. “And as I don’t trust you to clean this up yourself…”

In a blur of ivory and onyx, Sebastian’s white-gloved hand was cupping Baldroy’s jaw in a grip that threatened to shatter. “I’ll tidy this mess up. You can head to the edge of the maple woods. Strip. Tie yourself to the center pole and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Who eats all the candy before Halloween? Neither. Bard prefers cigarettes and Sebastian hates sweets. (Hence why he enjoys the smoky, slightly bitter taste of Bard’s kisses, stained with American cigarettes and amber whiskey.)

Who takes the longest showers? Neither. Bard was in the military before his Phantomhive gig and never got out of the habit of taking quick five minute showers. Of course that gives Sebastian ample time to watch Bard walking back and forth between his room and the bathroom cause Bard forgets to bring his clothes with him whenever he bathes.

Who goes to bed at 5am but wakes up at 8am? Bard. He uses the cover of night to test out new explosives and detonation devices.

Sebastian sometimes goes to watch the fireworks.

Who makes sure the other has a healthy breakfast? Sebastian. (“Even you can’t possibly survive on hard liquor and cigarettes.” Sebastian pushed the plate of roast ham and omelets towards him. “There’s something to be said about a man who does as he’s told.” The butler’s smile turned wicked. “Fortune and pleasure tend to favor them heavily.”)

What pets do they have? No pets. Sebastian’s worried Bard might start using his cats as detonation test pilots.

Wedding

Who proposes? Well…neither. They just kinda:

“Oi, Sebastian! Hey!”

“I can hear you perfectly well, Baldroy.”

“Great.” The blonde haired chef emptied a dusty valise on the floor. “Found my old military suitcase and thought I’d sort it out with you.”

“My sincerest apologies but I find myself indisposed at the moment—“

“Everyone knows you can make tea with your eyes closed.” Bard situated himself on the floor, hands busy tossing old memorabilia left and right. “Take a break, why don’t ya.”

Sebastian sighed, setting down the porcelain teapot and coming to stand beside the blonde.

“Oh, and this is for you.” The chef threw a small velvet box at Sebastian. “Been meaning to give it to you for a while.”

Sebastian opened it, somewhat annoyed but more amused than not before he realized what he was holding.

“Is this…an engagement ring?” The butler’s cool tone gave way to shock (smothered as it was) while Bard continued rummaging through the suitcase.

“Uh, yeah. Belonged to my grandmother—said it was given to her by one of those radicals. The uh, constitution people.”

“The founding fathers of America, you mean.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah—that was it.”

“And you’re…giving it to me?”

“Sure.”

“But…why?”

“Well I have to give you something in order for you to say yes.”

“Yes? You haven’t yet posed a question—“

“No point now—you’re marrying me Michaelis.”

Who actually enjoyed the planning? Sebastian—once he got over the complete and absolute shock of Bard’s “proposal.”

Would their wedding be small or grand? Small and intimate. Sebastian didn’t quite understand why people even needed to be invited but figured it was a great chance for him to show off the 20 layer wedding cake he baked because why not.

Which guest was happiest to see them get married? Honestly? Ciel. He even brought in a sketch artist from Georgia to record the whole thing for posterity. (“The bastard may be getting my soul but I’m stealing his dignity.”)

Children

How many children would they have? Initially they agreed not to have any kids. Squealing, red-faced bothersome brats the whole lot of them. But, er, this changed after Bard’s niece was orphaned and suddenly he and Sebastian found themselves coparents to a precocious five year old named Zadie.

Would they adopt or have them naturally? Neither—they’re just handed a kid by social services. (Or in the Victorian era, by very exasperated lawyers.)

Who is the strictest parent? Sebastian. (“Absolutely no setting things on fire while indoors and if you feel the need to decimate some inanimate object then may I suggest releasing that energy on the oakwood branches near the west forest? I’m afraid they’re rather sturdy things and ought to tire you out quickly enough.”)

Are their children in homeschool or public school? Privately tutored until she’s old enough to attend public school because Bard figured “just because we’re emotionally traumatized 30-something year olds doesn’t mean our kid has to be.”

Who is the favorite parent? Bard—only because Zadie can con him into anything with enough contraband fireworks. How she got them? Nobody knows—and Sebastian is fiercely proud of that fact.

Who checks on the kids in the middle of the night? Sebastian. Dude never sleeps.

Who decorated the nursery? Sebastian. And Bard. And Zadie. Considering Zadie was five and old enough to know what she liked and disliked, Sebastian found himself catering to a notoriously hard to please little girl and just when he was about to rain hellfire from above, Zadie turned to him, blue eyes wide and cheerful and wearing the sweetest smile going—

“You did it Uncle Sebastian! You found the perfect shade of pink! Just like Uncle Bard said, you are the best!”

(Cue Sebastian’s somewhat smarmy bow and smirk while on the inside he’s weeping tears of joy because Zadie just called him the best and perfect and finally validated his excessive showboating existence.)

#crack!ships galore #this one was a fun one lol #sebastian michaelis #baldroy #sebastian x bard #ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji #mod Nina #asks #replies

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nyxtales · 6 years ago

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Reaper’s Blessing [OW Halloween fanfic idea]

Or, what could happen if Gabriel Reyes became Reaper in order to save Jesse from a fate worse than death?

Junkenstein is working hard in his castle, having become the witch’s pet in order to see his dream come true. People don’t know that he’s trying to figure out how to revive his beloved, people don’t ask, all they see are the dirty, grave-robbing hands of a madman where a grieving, heart broken, driven man presses on--morality means nothing if it means he could save his love.

Then there’s the dragon, Symmetra, the summoner who covets order and stability and security and protects the Witch (and her pets) like her own because they are all she has. Order and stability are known, are variables, and don’t seek to upend, to use unlike the many, many humans she’s time and again brought to ash. Once, she knew love. It brought her joy, and then reduced everything she cared about to ash...including her. The Witch could offer only a place to call home, for there is no cure for a broken heart that she can offer.

And then there’s Reaper--forbidding, dark, vengeful. He is the newest of her pets, and the cruelest. People no longer attempt to disturb the castle, having long learned that he is cruelest towards heroes. But the downtrodden whisper in the dark that he will help those who are weak, that he offers protection to children. “He protects the children from the real monsters,” mothers say in hushed whispers, keeping their voices down. The men hate him, hate his existence, and have nightmares of the rasping laugh that carves its way into their bellies and settles as coils of terror. He is fiercest when protecting the Witch, and all know to fear the fog of darkness that weaves through the night.

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These are the ones the Witch watches over. At one point, she was Mercy, a woman gifted with sorcery of the likes unseen since ancient time. But people feared her power, and, as men were wont to do, coveted her. Her family suffered for her power; some died, some tried to sell her, but the worst was her own mother trying to kill her. In her rage, she cursed the land. When that rage calmed, she retreated to the wilds, hidden. Soon, tales spread of a Witch who could grant you any wish so long as you could pay it.

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Before there was Reaper, there was Gabriel Reyes. He was a simple man with simple needs. He took care of himself, and his son, Jesse. But when the land fell to the Witch’s curse--something he laughed at, saying they brought it on themselves--he plied his trade as a mercenary. The curse was centered around the castle. No one thought it would spread.

But it did. And with that curse came the plague.

That plague was taking Jesse, slowly but surely.

Unwilling to leave his son, and unable to watch his only child die, Gabriel made his way to the Witch. His path was long, arduous, but nothing else mattered.

He would save Jesse.

And nothing would stand in his way.

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By the time he found her, Jesse was covered in splotches of dark red sores. The ones that had been there for the longest were dark, almost black. The boy’s breathing was faint, and he hadn’t kept anything down in the past 3 nights. The only reason he knew the child was alive was that occasionally, Jesse would cough up blood. And even that was becoming less and less frequent.

“How old is he?”

Gabriel didn’t turn away, more concerned with cleaning the sores that had broken open. Jesse’s eyes flickered open, widening as he stared at the Witch behind his father.

“He’ll be 7 winters old,” he finally answered, placing the damp cloth back in the makeshift bowl before he turned to her. “You’re the Witch?”

“That I am.” She gave him a curtsy. He found the motion out of place with her outfit. “Is there something wrong?”

“You have a noble’s manners but you’re dressed like a Witch.”

“Who says I can’t be both?”

Gabriel decided not to press the matter further. He was no master of the arcane, but he was a man that knew what death looked like. Especially when it was hidden in the thin smile of a woman with more power (and beauty, but this wasn’t the time for that) than any one person had the right to.

“I’m sorry,” he told her, bowing. It was rough, clumsy--it had been so long ago that he had used any of the court manners he’d been taught, but they were engraved in his being and he needed every bit of help he could get. “I will give you anything, but please...save my son.”

“Anything, you say?” Her eyes widened slightly, almost imperceptibly, but her voice held steady as she kneeled by his son. He stomped the urge to hold her at gun point, instead focusing on how the gold of her hair framed her face nicely.

She could make a good mother for him--

“Gabriel,” he felt a chill settle into his stomach as she said his name, “your son is beyond my help.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is not the plague, but the result of dark magic, a curse,” he could see the sorrow in her eyes. “My magic is powerful, but it is light, not darkness. My light cannot break this curse.”

Gabriel stared at the frail body of his son, watching his chest flutter as his breaths slowed. She said nothing, standing still in the night.

“My family has long spoken of a curse,” Gabriel finally admitted softly, recalling the tales he used to warn his wife of before he married her. “But in the years, it had never come to fruition. I laughed at it,” here, he scoffed, turning to face her, “but look at me now.”

“I am sorry, Gabriel,” she told him, watching him. He knew what she was searching for, he knew she was looking for the despair that came of telling someone their loved one would die. She would not find it in him. Not when he had a chance.

“Don’t be,” he said simply, allowing himself one last look at his son. Sharp features--his own--but his mother’s dainty nose and warm smile. The boy had her eyes, but his temper. There wasn’t a day that went by that Gabriel found himself reminded of his own childhood self. “Transfer the curse to me.”

“What?”

“The curse is real, I know that now. In time, it will claim him, turn his body into something between living and dead but entirely agony. He’ll become their champion,” Gabriel explained, turning to face her, showing the steely resolve in his eyes. “I hunted their kind--I knew no other life. I stopped when I married my Maria.”

“Then why seek me out, Hunter?” the Witch’s words were sharp, venomous. She was every bit predator to his prey.

“Maria showed me that it did not have to be that way,” Gabriel said gently, gazing at Jesse. The Witch could see this side of him, this gentleness. It would be the last night he had it, after all. “And I do not want him to grow up like I did. Transfer the curse to me.”

“And what do you offer in return?”

“My soul.”

There was a long silence.

“I accept your offer,” the Witch told him quietly, allowing herself a heavy breath. “May the soul willingly given break the curse on the innocent.”

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“The Reaper is here.”

#nyxtales #overwatch #fanfiction #gabriel reyes #halloween event

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nailriddenbat · 7 years ago

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 4 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 2k (longest part so far, guys)

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: We are almost there, guys.

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE

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Phase Four of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get ready at separate houses.

NEW PHASE FOUR OF OPERATION HENDERSON AND HARRINGTON: KEEP THEM AWAY FROM EACH OTHER!

October 31st was finally here. The hallways were buzzing with excitement as teenagers moved back and forth, discussing all of the plans and whether or not they would be attending Tina’s annual Halloween party. The day had only begun and you already could not wait to just get it over with, as you were feeling extremely anxious over how you would look later on.

You glanced down the hallway, biting your lower lip to see if you could catch a glimpse of Steve at his locker. You never did get the chance to discuss the plans with him and you figured now would be the perfect time. Your eyes roamed the halls a bit, catching him pushing his hand through his hair as he stared into his locker. You took a deep breath and swung your locker shut, holding your books close to your chest as you walked forward to him. “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked him as you leant against the lockers next to his.

He shook his head a bit and looked over at you with a smile. “Just trying to remember what books I need, that’s all,” he explained.

You knew his schedule by heart and reached in to grab his history textbook, pushing it into his chest gently as you said, “Pretty sure you need that.”

He took the book from you and nodded his head slowly as he asked, “Where would I be without you?”

“In the wrong class,” you smirked. “So listen, the other night with Dustin...”

“You mean your little shit of a brother who hung up on me?”

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously as you pushed your hair back. “You mentioned something about tonight.”

Steve nodded his head but before he could speak, your names were being shouted. The hall went silent as everyone looked around, trying to figure out who was shouting so loud, and your eyebrows raised when you saw that it had been Nancy and Jonathan. They rushed over to the two of you quickly as everyone in the hall went back to their own business, asking what it was that you were up to.

“We were just discussing Halloween plans,” Steve explained.

“Oh really? Neat!” Jonathan shouted. “Hey, listen Steve, I just heard that Dustin was outside looking for you.”

“Dustin?” you asked. “Why is he outside? He should be over at school. Is he okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Jonathan nodded his head quickly. “Guy stuff!”

Steve sighed and closed his locker, wondering if it had anything to do with that girl Dustin had been hung up on recently. He walked off without another word, leaving you behind to look between Nancy and Jonathan. You were tapping your fingers against your books, noticing that neither of them would make eye contact with you.

“So Y/N!” Nancy smiled. “Ready for English?”

You gave them a blank stare, staying quiet for a solid minute.

“Everything okay?” Jonathan asked you with a slight tremble to his voice.

“Just peachy, Jonathan,” you said shortly.

With that, you turned and walked away. Something was up and you were onto it. That feeling only extended throughout the day. You tried to catch a glimpse of Steve at lunch, only to have Nancy insist that you ate outside as it was such a “beautiful day” meanwhile the sky was grey and the sun was no where to be seen. You couldn’t even get his attention in the hallways because either Nancy was with you, or Jonathan was with Steve.

Unbeknownst to you, and to Steve, Nancy and Jonathan were running themselves into the ground trying to keep you two apart. Ever since Dustin had caught Steve trying to talk to you over the phone, he had made it clear to the entire group that Operation Henderson and Harrington was in mortal danger. It was important that you and Steve be kept apart at all costs or all hope would be lost.

“This is impossible,” Jonathan sighed as you two rested in between classes.

“We have another hour left and then it’s home free,” Nancy tried to be optimistic.

“I am never doing this again. Matchmaking is hard work,” Jonathan groaned as he dropped his head back to the wall.

“Hopefully this works and we won’t have to,” Nancy shrugged her shoulders. The bell rang and the two of them inhaled simultaneously. Back to work they went, separating quickly to catch up with you and Steve and to make sure phase four wasn’t a total bust.

The whole entire day passed and you were not able to get to Steve once. Nancy ran up to you after the day was over and grinned, “Ready to go? I have everything that we need in my bag.”

You sighed as you nodded your head. Steve wasn’t by his locker and you had to make sure you were ready by the time El and Max would be dropped off. You gave Nancy an unenthusiastic thumbs up before the two of you headed to the parking lot.

Phase Five of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get ready at separate houses.

Once you got home, you found a note on the kitchen table from your Mom that said she had joined up with the other Moms to take pictures of the boys together. You and Nancy moved to your room to begin work immediately. You looked at the clothes as Nancy laid them out on your bed, your stomach twisting. “This is a horrible idea,” you stated.

“This is a good idea,” Nancy disagreed with you quickly. She sat you down on a chair and took a deep breath before moving to stand behind you. “Hair first, make up second. Are you ready?”

“Hell no,” you shook your head quickly.

Nancy ignored you and you shut your eyes as she began to tug on your hair. What the hell did you get yourself into?

Almost three hours had passed. You did not move once. Your butt was beyond sore and you wondered how you hadn’t choked on the amount of hairspray that Nancy had used. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to think of anything but what sort of reaction people, most importantly Steve, would have to you.

“Okay, Y/N,” Nancy whispered. She pulled back, biting down on her lip.

You opened one eye slowly, looking up at her. “Your face does not seem very happy. I look horrible, don’t I? This was such a stupid idea. Nance, I can just shower quickly and wash it all off and then go out. Or even better, I can just help the girls get ready and have Steve pick them up or something!”

You rambled on and on as Nancy walked away to pick up a hand held mirror. You felt like you were about to throw up and you were terrified to even pick up your hands to touch your hair. Nancy shut you up quickly by holding the mirror in front of your face and your eyes went wide.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed.

Your hair was perfectly curled. Your lips were bright red and your eyes did not have a large amount of make up. It all seemed so...natural but dare you say, sexy, at the same time. Your hands moved up to touch your hair, expecting the curls to come apart but they didn’t. They held and they were bouncy.

“Now get up and get dressed so I can see how amazing you look,” Nancy smiled down at you.

You jumped up and grabbed the clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. The pants did take a little bit of time to pull up, and you may or may not have had to jump around like a kangaroo to get them on. Leather was not the easiest material to work with. Once the off-the-shoulders shirt was on, you stepped out of the bathroom and looked over at Nancy.

“SANDY!?” Nancy shouted loudly as she quoted the movie. The two of you started to laugh and you turned around to look at your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you were ready to star in the movie and you took a deep breath, smiling widely.

“Nancy I don’t even know what to say,” you shook your head.

Before she could answer, the doorbell rang and Nancy left to go answer it while you stood in front of the mirror. You suddenly felt beyond excited for the night ahead of you and you whispered to yourself, “Look out, Steve Harrington.”

“Holy shit!”

You turned your head and saw Nancy standing with the two girls, Max being the one who shouted.

“Bitchin’,” El grinned.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you grinned back at her. “Come on, let’s get you girls ready and then we’ll head out!”

“Jonathan should be here soon. Are you okay if I leave?” Nancy asked you as she reached over for her jacket.

“Yes,” you nodded your head and reached over to hug her tightly. “I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.”

Nancy couldn’t help but chuckle and rubbed your back, “Maybe next time when I tell you something you’ll just listen.”

“Probably not,” you told her with a smile. “Go have a good time with Jonathan.”

Nancy wished you a fun night as well before she waved goodbye to the two girls. You didn’t catch the wink that the three of them had shared and as Nancy closed your front door, she grinned to herself. Her part of phase five was complete.

Meanwhile at the Wheeler’s house, the boys were gathered up on the lawn. They matched perfectly. Their hair was slicked back, thanks to Steve, and they were all wearing jeans, white shirts, Chuck Taylor high tops, and jackets that read ‘T-Birds’ on it.

Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas all posed for their Mothers. Dustin was standing still with a wide grin on his face. Mike was rolling his eyes, already tired and growing impatient. Will smiled as he stood beside Mike, moving as they asked him too. Lucas was a superstar, smirking and grinning as he moved back and forth.

Steve was off to the side. As Dustin had said earlier to him, he had perfected Danny Zuko’s signature look. One strand of hair hung in front of his forehead as the rest stayed slicked back. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one cigarette rested on his ear, wearing the same jacket as the boys. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched the four of them standing together. What a cool group of shit heads.

“Steve!”

Steve looked over at Mrs. Sinclair as she called out his name.

“Steve, honey, go stand with the boys!” she pleaded with him. “We need Danny Zuko with the T-Birds!”

“Oh please go and stand with them!” Mrs. Henderson begged.

“No, no,” Steve shook his head as he waved his hand. “This is all for the kids,” he urged them to focus more on the other four.

“Steve Harrington,” Mrs. Wheeler called out to him as she gave him a stern look.

He sighed and moved over to the group, standing together in formation as the women started shouting once more. He posed for a few shots, doing exactly as he was asked.

“Can we just go trick or treating?” Mike pleaded loudly.

“Are you sure you all want to walk around the neighborhood like that?” Erica Sinclair scrunched her nose. She thought her brother and his friends were the biggest dorks of all and moments like this proved her to be correct.

The four boys instantly turned their heads to Erica and she smirked as they all started to complain. It was too easy to get them riled up.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve clapped his hands together to get their attention. “Leave the kid alone. Come on, grab your bags and let’s go get some candy, alright?”

The boys wandered off to the side to pick up their bags as Steve went over to talk to their Moms.

“This is going to work, guys,” Dustin nodded his head to the others. “We pulled this off!”

“The night isn’t over,” Lucas rolled his eyes. “Anything could happen.”

“I question whether or not I will be able to go a day without you thinking that the worst will happen,” Dustin turned his head to Lucas.

“And I question whether or not I will be able to go a day without you coming up with some stupid plan that we all have to follow,” Lucas shot back.

Before the two could start bickering, Mike clapped his hands together in a similar fashion to Steve. “Guys, guys!”

The two of them shut up and Will held his bag up to shake it around. “Let’s get some candy and argue later,” he said.

And with that, they were off.

“Alright, shit heads. Let’s do this,” Steve sighed as they began to walk down the block.

Dustin hummed to himself, unable to stop himself from smiling. His end of phase five was complete and soon, the whole entire plan would be complete too.

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