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redsandroses · 4 years ago

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The Vibrator Incident

Warnings: smut, fingering, use of vibrators, public sex (yes at school)

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Word count:2k

You loved your biology class. It wasn't early in the morning, you liked learning about nature but most importantly you had a statue called Chan, sitting right in front of you. Every wednesday and friday for the last three months, you put on your best look and went into class with the need of seeing him and finally maybe one day him doing some dirty with you somewhere.

If you had to describe Chan, he was the perfect boy one could ever imagine. He was good looking- in fact a bit too much good looking- he was such a sweetheart, he helped everyone he could, he was in the popular group but didn't really hang out with them that much- he hated the way they treated others sometimes- So basically he was an angel but in the body of a devil. He would mostly wore hoodies when it's not too hot but some days he would wear tshirts that showed how perfect his body was. Not to mention his fine looking ass in every pant he wore. So yeah it wouldn't be wrong if you said you were falling for this guy here.

Oh and his perfume was the best scent you've ever came across to. You were going to class early just so when he comes, you can smell his freshly sprayed perfume. And today was no different than the others but you were up to something today. Last week you bought a vibrator that you could plug in and go around with it. It had a small controller which helped with the intensity. You were loving this new toy of yours. Ever since you got it, you imagined Chan humming on your pussy while eating you out and making that vibration, while using it. What a dream...

You decided to have the vibrator in you for a day, just for fun. It's not like you were going to do anything with it. So before classes start, you put the vibrator in you and put the controller in your pencil case. It only made you feel full but you got used to it after a while.

Today was presentation day in bio and your teacher always left during those. So you could drool over Chan comfortably. You wore a skirt that once you saw him checking you out while you were wearing those. You knew he liked them. They were a bit short according to school rules but still in between them so that was okay. And who cared, if you were comfortable in them.

The first hour was so boring that at one point you fell asleep and woke up when Chan put his arm onto your desk. He accidentally hit your arm and you fake cried. He kissed his hand and put it on your arm "there, now it's gone, don't be a crybaby" he laughed. The way he said it with his accent and lowered voice made you feel hot. And suddenly you remembered the vibrator in you. You wondered what he would think if he knew about it.

Then in the second hour, it was Chan's turn to present. He got up, looking like a greek god with his toned body covered with a black shirt, he unbottoned the first two buttons like he was dedicated to kill you. And his ass on the his black jeans was a sight to see. While he was doing his presentation, you tried to focus on what he was talking about but it was impossible with that dirty mind of yours. Your teacher left a while ago and nearly all of your classmates were sleeping. He was only going on because you and a couple of others were listening. So you thought it would be a good idea to turn on the vibrator in you, just to see how it felt while looking at Chan.

The second you pushed the button, you almost screamed. It was too good of a feeling. Then you just closd your eyes and imagined him on top of you, pounding in you. Time to time you opened your eyes and looked around to see if anyone noticed because you didn't want anyone to find out. Just the risk felt good.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise Chan was coming closer to you. You were biting on your fingers to mute the sounds you were dying to let out. He was looking for his pen that he dropped a minute ago. "I think I'll leave it where it is and go back to my presentation." he said after a while.

And he stopped talking and moving for a moment. He was now next to you, on the ground.

You came back to reality when you heard Chan gasp. "I- um okay so I think um I think I will stop my presentation here um yeah so thank you for listening and um yeah" he was flustered. His hand were on his crotch and you immediately understood he found out what was going on. And you felt a bit embarrassed but you were also smirking cause of the effect. "Bingo" you thought. Chan collected his stuff and came back to his chair, and he put his head onto his desk. A minute later he gave you a piece of paper. It said:

"you be a good one and stay on your seat after everyone leaves and I will give you the pleasure you so desperately need <3

soon to be your daddy"

You could feel your face heating up. That was exactly what you wanted but now that it was going to happen you were kind of anxious. "Whatever" you thought, "I already used a vibrator during class so he might as well fuck me here too." The minutes were passing really slow and you fell asleep with other's boring presentations.

You were so deep in your sleep that you didn't even hear the bell. But you woke up to something much better. Chan was sitting on his desk with the controller on his hand, switching the buttons. "Mmmh- ah fuck" you jumped on your chair. "Hello there slut." he said smirking. You hid your face with your hands but he reached to your face and made you look at him. "Now is no time to be shy baby, you were already getting off to me making a presentation about trees. How is this more embarrassing?" You didn't know what to say, he was right.

"Now tell me what were you planning on when you come to school with a fucking vibrator in you, hm?" "I- I was j-just trying to s-see how it would feel, i-if I had it in for the whole day." "Oh I see, baby likes feeling full huh?" You nodded as you looked down to your legs. "Look up babygirl, I have something better that can make feel you more than full." he said, taking your hands to his belt. then he stopped. "You want this right?" he asked. You nodded. "Use your word baby, I need to hear it." "Yes, yes I want it. I need it please." "Good girl. Now help me get rid of these." You took his belt off and unzip his pants. As you were taking of his boxers he stopped you. "Patient there. First you, get on the desk now I'm gonna lock the door. We wouldn't want anyone to find out what a slut you are." You got on the desk as he said and watched him go lock the door. Fuck, did his ass looked thick in those boxers. You were drooling at this point. You needed him. "Okay now, open your pretty legs." You slowly opened them but still were shy. He slapped tour thigh. "You think we have the whole day here sweetie? Come on don't be shy, I'm your daddy now." He sat down on a chair and got between your legs. He licked your thighs and finally came in touch with your pussy. You bit onto your hand to silence yourself. "Good girl, don't make any noise now. If you do, I'll go and take this vibrator with me too." "Nooo don't do that please I'll be quiet."

"Now you have to" he said as took off your underwear and filled your mouth with it. He was now teasing your clit with his finger, making you clench around the vibrator in you. He saw that and took the vibrator out slowly, making you clench around nothing this time. "You are only allowed to clench on my dick." He was now pushing two fingers in you. "You got this wet for me?" he looked at you in awe. "Cute." "Daddy, please fuck me now. I can't take this emptiness anymore." you said muffled. "Don't talk while your mouth is full babygirl and I will do-" he took his boxer off and gave himself a few strokes, then pushed his tip in "-just that now" you rolled your eyes back, even with only his tip in, you were satisfied. "More." He put his hands onto the desk and got you caged there. And he pushed all of him in with a groan "Fuck- how are you this tight." You let out a muffled scream, eyes watering a little. When he saw that, he stopped and caressed your face, took the underwear out of your mouth "should I stop? Is this hurting too much. I will stop, just say the words." You shook your head no. "You have to say it baby." he said. "No, please don't ever stop. I'll adjust in a second, just move slowly for now." you said. He wiped the tears of your face and made a soft move. He was going really slow this time not to hurt you but you needed more. "It's okay Chan you can go harder now." His eyes lit up. "Okay but I won't go full for now. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe next time with more foreplay." He took himself out and pushed back in. You could swear you were seeing stars. His girthy and just the perfect length cock was doing wonders in you. Reaching to places no one has ever reached before.

And he found the right spot like he knew where it was before. You were clenching around him, needing a release. "Stop- clenching- this much. I won't be able to- hold it in." he said, thrusting with every word. "Come in me Channie." you said. He stopped. "Was that my name baby?" he lifted an eyebrow. You closed your mouth, looking at him with puppy eyes "n-no. I'm sorry daddy." He pushed your hand and put his fingers in your mouth, started thrusting again. "Good girls know what they need to say. But I see, you are not one." You couldn't answer, you were so close. "I know- but please I won't do it again. I want to cum. Please make me cum all over your cock daddy." "Oh I will baby." he took his fingers out and took your spit with them and reached to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." he said with a deep thrust. "Aaah- f-fuck fuck mmmh" the orgasm he gave you, was different than the others. You felt all your muscles relax and shaking meanwhile. But he kept thrusting. "Can daddy cum in you baby. I'm close." "Yes daddy, yes come in me. I wanna hold your cum in." your eyes were watering again, overstimulation being too much. He came after a few more thrusts. You immediately closed your legs after he pulled himself out. "I wanna keep it in daddy, can I?" He was now sitting on a chair, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe next time baby, not at school. I want baby to be clean, so let me grab a tissue." he reached to his backpack and took out some tissues. First he cleaned himself and got dressed. Then he came to you and cleaned you gently. With every touch your body was jolting, still sensitive from the orgasm.

After he cleaned you and helped you get dressed, he kissed you on your forehead "thank you y/n, I was waiting for this for a long time now. And today with this skirt and the vibration thing, I knew you wanted it too."

"No thank you Chan. I've been waiting this since the first day I saw you and you were amazing." you pecked his lips. "Now we should go but maybe I can come to your home tonight and we can 'study'?" he laughed. "Yes Chan we should do that, I missed most of your presentation." "Ah yeah you were being a slut, how did I forget that part?" you raised your arms “Okay okay, I’m guilty I know.” he chuckled “I can’t wait to hold those arms there while I fuck you tonight.”

#chan smut #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #chan imagines #stay there pwease #i like this one

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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Not Bad

Prompts: Hihi, i have a Merlin prompt if you're interested. Merlin thinks he's a bad person bec he was taught that magic is bad, but also Bec of all the stuff he did/does to keep Arthur safe and ig throw in some touch starved!Merlin too for fun. But the knights compliment/hug/etc all the time and Merlin just doesn't understand what he's supposed to do with this, so the solution is to breakdown crying and try to convince the knights he's the bad person he sees himself as and the knights are just like "but you're wrong and he's 25 reasons why you're wrong" Plz, thx, love your writing - anon

im a fuckin sucker for soft knights & arthur w merlin so, if ur still takings reqs, i would love to see when the knights realize merlin still views himself as a "monster" like is hinted in first ep (? i thinkk, im rusty on my merlin trivia)- is it a passing comment he makes and they realize all together? knight cuddle pile? just give the poor boy some love - anon

if you'd want to write it i'd love to see the collective moment that the knights realize that merlin is self-harming in some way (in my brain this is probably in like a denial-of-things type thing that he probably doesn't even see as self-harm bc he's an idiot, could even be something like healing everyone else w magic but refusing to heal himself... idk feel free to do whatever you see fit!). i can only imagine they'd be frustrated with him and themselves but theyre just loving large idiots (': - anon

ahh yes all the prompts

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm in the form of intentionally depriving oneself of physical contact because THAT COUNTS

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic I don't care

Word Count: 3462

Arthur is confused, very upset, and nothing is alright anymore, thank you very much.

Because you see, despite the image that he tries to present—emphasis on the word ‘try’, there, according to his knights—he does care an awful lot about his people, especially his one particular person that happens to be able to say an awful lot without saying anything.

Merlin. He’s talking about Merlin, in case you hadn’t noticed.

The problem is that for all the man can ramble on about seemingly anything, at any time, he’s remarkably good at saying absolutely nothing about himself. He claims he’s an open book, but he’s certainly in a language that Arthur doesn’t know how to read.

He does know how to read, just to clarify. That isn’t the issue here.

No, no, the issue is that after months, years, almost a decade of Merlin by his side, watching his back, taking care of him, he’s discovered that there’s a secret that Merlin’s keeping from him. One he never intended to tell Arthur.

And before you panic, no, he’s not talking about Merlin’s magic.

Come on, it’s not like it’s not obvious, the man isn’t exactly good at hiding it. Does he seriously believe Arthur can’t see the tree branches that miraculously pick themselves up and fly at the nearest bandit or the spears that fling themselves at the foe about to behind Gwaine? Or the chores that mysteriously get done too fast for Merlin and far too efficiently? Or the way certain magical ailments seem to vanish mysteriously along with his idiot of a servant only to be greeted with a soft shrug when he pokes?

Merlin’s eyes also turn gold, that’s pretty neat.

So Merlin has magic.

Yes, we know, we had a small tantrum over the fact that he told Lancelot first, but it’s fine. Quite frankly, a lot of things make more sense now.

Except for this. Not this.

Merlin is hiding the secret that he believes he’s a bad person.

Now, Arthur’s not sure if you’ve met Merlin, but the man isn’t exactly the image of the evildoer that springs to mind when someone says ‘bad person.’

The Witch Finder, now there’s a bad person. Storming into Camelot, preying on the fear of the people, bribing and threatening and drugging people, torturing them, and condemning them to death just for the sake of a few coins.

Merlin did storm into Camelot, that is true, but he decided to pick a fight with the crown prince and then save his life. He’s not here for coin—if he were, they wouldn’t have had that small, er, issue about the steward not paying him anything for his work for the past eight years, honestly—and he’s certainly not preying on anyone’s fears. Except perhaps Arthur’s fear of losing his dignity.

The look on his father’s face when Merlin dodged the pillow…

Speaking of his father…there’s another one.

His father did not prey as openly on the people’s fear—or as obviously as Aredian, but prey on them he did. He was a strong king, sometimes too strong. He was a blind king, saw the people as nothing more than subjects, not the living breathing humans they are. He remembers Morgana’s voice, saying that authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from the threat of force.

He always wanted to see Uther’s face when his ward—when his daughter said that to him.

And what he’s done to Morgana…

Arthur grimaces and shakes his head. Perhaps the very truth that he resents the idea of thinking about what Uther did to Morgana, to him…perhaps that is enough.

Those are bad people. At least to Arthur.

Merlin, on the other hand…

Merlin came into Camelot, knowing that if it was discovered that he has magic, he would be burnt at the stake. He came, not with any aspirations of glory, simply because he trusted his mother when she told him to come to Gaius. He came and he was given a job he never asked for, one he had no idea how to do, and stayed.

Merlin learned. Slowly, perhaps, but he learned. Now he has enough knowledge on what a servant should do to break the rules in the most spectacular fashion. Arthur smiles, biting back the chuckle at seeing George dressed up like Merlin and acting perfectly proper and the urge Arthur had to throw him out of the room.

And that’s not even mentioning what he does when he’s not following Arthur around.

Merlin learned. Merlin stayed.

Not just for Gaius, but for Arthur.

Arthur leans onto his desk, staring out into the courtyard where Merlin is tending to the knights�� horses as they mount up for patrol. He watches Leon step a little closer, lowering his head to mutter something to him, watching Gwaine clap Merlin on the shoulder.

Watches Merlin flinch a little too hard.

Watches Leon’s brow furrow and Gwaine take a step back.

This. This is the problem.

Merlin believes he’s a bad person. Which is wrong, but for some reason, he does.

And because Merlin believes he’s a bad person, he believes that anytime one of the knights touches him—or anyone touches him—it will be to hurt him.

How did they come to this conclusion, you may ask?

Arthur bites back a snarl as he turns away from the window.

It had started with the complements.

Gwaine, to no one’s surprise, was quite fond of flirting with anyone and everyone that would let him, Merlin no exception. Talking about Merlin’s looks, his personality, his work ethic, anything, and everything. Merlin would flush, bright red, ears and all, mumbling to himself.

But then Percival had said something and Merlin pushed him away—well, prodded his arm, no one really moves Percival without Percival letting them—and shook his head. Percival had shrugged but the rest of them had noticed the tension in Merlin’s shoulders.

Then Elyan complemented Merlin’s tracking abilities and Merlin hadn’t even acknowledged it, instead insisting that they keep moving before it got too dark to see and they’d be forced to make camp in the woods. They’d agreed, pressing on, but noting the way that Merlin refused to say so much as thank you.

Leon’s perceptiveness should be considered magical. Seriously, Arthur’s not entirely convinced the man can’t see into people’s heads, what with the information he’s able to produce out of nothing more than the twitch of a finger or the slightest huff of breath. But he sees the way Merlin shies away from any display of affection, even as he gently repeats it, watching Merlin turn his back and get back to work.

Arthur never saw what happened with Lancelot. All he knows is that one night, out in the woods, the two of them had gone off to collect firewood and Merlin had been hiding red-rimmed eyes when he returned, a few paces ahead of Lancelot, not ten minutes later. Arthur had glared but the forlorn confusion on Lancelot’s face had given him pause.

Then it was the touching.

One would expect Merlin to be a quite tactile person, and he is. He’s all shoulder nudges and pokes and prods and gentle shoves to get people to move where he wants them to go. And it’s not like the man has much concept of personal space.

No, some of that is not Arthur’s fault, how dare you?

But when someone else tries it, Merlin tenses reflexively, already moving before their hands make contact. He gives everyone he can a wide berth, scuttling around the outside of rooms until one of them breaks and tells him to come here, Merlin, it’s alright, we won’t hurt you. His face never quite believes them.

The strangest thing is how much of it Merlin makes small adjustments for.

He always wears those god-awful tunics, that he won’t let Arthur replace with fabric that doesn’t feel like it’s a burlap sack, with the sleeves pulled all the way down and those kerchiefs tied around his neck. Arthur’s seen his sleeves rolled up before, but only when Merlin’s working and he hasn’t realized Arthur’s there yet. It’s not like Arthur doesn’t know Merlin has forearms, but Merlin will always jump and guiltily roll his sleeves down.

He doesn’t notice why until he accidentally brushes Merlin’s bare skin once and Merlin all but tears away like he’s been burned.

He doesn’t know why.

Merlin has a secret. The secret is that he believes he’s a bad person. That means he can’t accept compliments and he can’t let them touch him.

This is a problem, because Arthur would very much like for Merlin to believe that he isn’t a bad person.

This is also a problem because Arthur has no idea how to do that.

He looks up when there’s a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

“Sire?” Leon steps through. “May we come in?”

Arthur nods, his eyebrows raising as all of his knights spill into the room.

“Shall I assume you’re on the warpath again?”

“Nah,” Gwaine grumbles, throwing himself into a chair, “know this isn’t your fault.”

Leon shakes his head. “It’s Merlin, sire, we’re…concerned.”

Arthur just sighs and tells them what’s been buzzing around his head for the past…however long it’s been. The knights nod.

“He doesn’t like to be touched when he doesn’t expect it,” Lancelot offers, “but when I ask…he doesn’t seem to want to agree either.”

“But he does,” Gwaine argues, “you’ve seen the way he stares at us when we hug each other, he looks like a poor child that’s never had a hug in his life!”

“Which isn’t true.” Elyan folds his arms. “Gwen’s hugged him.”

“We’ve all hugged him.”

“But he still thinks we’re going to hurt him.”

“Well,” Arthur mutters, “we can’t exactly blame him for being paranoid, can we?”

“If you lot are going to talk about me behind my back like it’s a war council, then yeah, I reserve the right to be paranoid.”

“Merlin!”

“Thank god, where’ve you been?”

“I thought we were meeting by the stables.”

“Did you get hurt?”

Merlin raises his hands and takes a step back. “Whoa, can I get through the door first before the interrogation starts?”

“This isn’t an interrogation,” Arthur says, glaring at the knights, “we’re concerned.”

“Uh-huh,” Merlin mutters, weaving through them to the table so he can set down the thing hooked over his arm, “yes, I’m all too familiar with your concern.”

Arthur frowns. “What does that mean?”

Merlin waves a hand. “Oh, just that it’s a prelude to more chores and things to do.”

Is that…true?

“Yes.”

Did he say that out loud?

“Also yes.”

Arthur shakes his head. “Merlin, we’re not coming up with lists and lists for chores for you to do.”

“Really? With how many you all constantly give me, here I finally thought I’d cracked the code as to why.”

Leon steps forward. “We’re not coming up with things to give you, Merlin, nor are we intending to gossip behind your back.”

“So what are you doing?”

“We’re worried,” Lancelot repeats, “about you.”

“Well, I’m right as rain, no need to worry.”

“Lie.”

Merlin’s eyes go wide and he stares at Leon. The knight smiles ruefully and takes another little step forward.

“Lie,” he repeats gently, “you don’t have to lie to us, Merlin.”

Merlin’s mouth thins. “Maybe I don’t want to tell you, then.”

“Why not—“

“No,” Arthur breaks in, causing Merlin to swing his head around again, “no, if Merlin doesn’t want to tell us he doesn’t have to.”

Gwaine looks on the verge of protest, but another look from Lancelot is enough to quell him. He sinks into the chair and tosses an apple to Merlin.

“At least eat something,” he says by way of explanation, “you’ve not eaten anything since lunch.”

Merlin looks very confused—good, now he’s just like the rest of them—but bites into the apple nonetheless. His gaze travels around the room before coming to rest on Leon.

“Why are you all concerned?”

“Because you won’t let us complement you, Merlin,” Leon says softly, “you believe that every time we touch you we intend to hurt you, and you believe that this is deserved because you are a bad person.”

The flabbergasted look on Merlin’s face is almost enough to make Arthur laugh. Almost.

“How…”

“We notice things, Merlin,” Leon says patiently, “we notice you.”

Lancelot snorts. “Good going, mate, you’ll freak him out.”

“Um—there’s nothing worth noticing about me—“

“Not we all know that’s not true,” Gwaine says, and if it had been any other time it would’ve sounded like the next pick-up line at the tavern, “you’re worth noticing, Merlin.”

Merlin’s gaze darts back and forth, finding no disagreement in any faces.

“What—what were you concerned about?”

“Aside from what we just told you?”

“But I don’t—why is that a problem?”

Arthur swallows a curse. “Are you asking why we’re upset that you believe you’re a bad person and you deserve to be treated badly?”

“…yes?”

“Because you’re not a bad person,” Elyan says, “and you don’t deserve to feel like everyone’s about to hurt you.”

Gods, the look of disbelief on Merlin’s face hurts.

“You don’t know that,” he says lowly, setting the apple down, “you don’t know that.”

“Sure we do.” Elyan uncrosses his arms. “We know you, Merlin.”

“I don’t think you do.”

A look passes around the group of knights. Elyan smiles.

“I know that Gwen came home and told me she’d made a friend the first week you arrived in Camelot. I know that you’ve reminded us what family means. I know that you care, Merlin, about your friends, because they’re important to you.”

Merlin blinks in confusion.

“I know you’re a strong man,” Percival says, “and not just because you can lift the packs for the horses without complaining. But you work hard, because you know you can, and so that people don’t have to. You provide what you can because you know what it’s like to have nothing.”

“I—I—“

“I know you’re brave,” Lancelot says softly, standing, “I know you feel the same fear that we all do and you stare it straight in the face.”

He pauses, takes one step closer.

“I know you don’t chase the glory of being brave, but the feeling of being brave and using it.”

“Guys, I—“

“I know what you’ve done.”

Merlin’s face goes pale at Leon’s words.

The knight tilts his head to the side and smiles.

“I’ve been around the longest,” he says in a near whisper, “and I have seen the changes from when you arrived in Camelot until now. I’ve seen the differences, not just in the other men in this room but in Camelot.”

He lays a hand on his chest.

“I know that you’ve made me prouder to serve this kingdom than many others that have tried.”

Poor Merlin is shaking right now, his fingers trembling on the edge of the table. He looks around in confusion, terribly frightened, sending more aches through Arthur’s chest.

“You wouldn’t say that—“ he gasps— “you wouldn’t say that if you knew the truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

“That—that I—“ Merlin’s breaths start to ring in the chamber— “I—I—“

“That you have magic?”

Merlin’s head jerks around to stare at Arthur. Arthur raises his hands and takes a step closer. Merlin flinches.

“It’s alright, Merlin,” Arthur says softly, “I’m not angry. I’m not going to hurt you. You have magic, though, right?”

“Yes—yes, I—but I’ve only ever used it for—for you Arthur, I—“

“Easy,” he soothes, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him close, “I know. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” Merlin all but whimpers, “it’s not okay, it’s bad, it’s bad and I’m bad, I’m bad—“

“You’re not.”

“I am!”

Merlin yanks his arms to his sides, curling them tightly around himself, much to the protest of the knights. His fingers whiten as he clutches the sides of his tunic.

“I’m bad, bad people get hurt, you don’t—you don’t touch bad people.”

“Merlin,” Arthur breaks in softly, “Merlin, sweetheart, I’m going to come over to you.”

He can hear the quickly stifled gasps and Gwaine’s ‘oh shit’ as he inches towards Merlin. The poor man doesn’t move, but the tremors get worse and worse the closer Arthur gets.

“I’m right here,” he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart, do you believe me? That I won’t hurt you?”

“I—I—“

“Because I won’t,” he promises, still fighting the urge to swoop the poor thing into a hug, “I’ll never hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not bad, Merlin, and you certainly don’t deserve to be hurt.”

“You don’t know that,” comes the strangled whisper, “you don’t know what I’ve done.”

“But I know you, Merlin,” Arthur murmurs, “and that’s enough.”

He can’t stop the concerned noise at Merlin’s huff of disbelief.

“It’s enough, sweetheart, it’s—hey! Easy, easy,” he soothes as Merlin’s knees buckle and he catches him before he can hit the ground, “I’ve got you, shh, shh, you’re alright.”

“Oh,” Lancelot murmurs as Merlin starts to shiver terribly, “oh, Merlin, you’re touch starved.”

“Touch starved?”

“He’s not been touched for a very long time,” Lancelot murmurs, hustling to join them on the floor, scooping Merlin’s legs into his lap, “and so he’s not used to it, but he needs it.”

“We all need touch?”

“Yes, otherwise our bodies get…unhappy.” Lancelot shakes his head. “I’m sure Gaius could explain it more. The short version is humans aren’t built to hold each other at arm’s length.”

Arthur tightens his grip on the lapful of shaking Merlin he has. There’s a cold nose buried in the crook of his neck, arms looping awkwardly around his shoulders. Distantly, he hears the scufflings of the other knights as they move closer.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” he fins himself whispering, “we’ve got you, we won’t hurt you, you’re safe, you’re good, we have you, it’s alright, now…”

Poor Merlin is still shuddering terribly.

“Shh, shh, easy, just try and relax, we have you…”

Since when has Merlin been this cold?

“Oh, I’m definitely hugging you every day,” Gwaine mutters, helping to prop Merlin up away from the table.

“Why—“ Merlin swallows— “why are you all so warm?”

“You’re cold,” Arthur says, “we’re helping.”

“I’m—I’m—what is it? Touch—touch—“

“Touch starved,” Lancelot offers gently, “yes, Merlin.”

“You’re helping?”

Gwaine shifts behind him. “We’re helping.”

“You’re not…mad?”

“No, Merlin, we’re not mad.”

“I’m not bad?”

Arthur tightens his grip. “Never, Merlin.”

“You—I can—I can stay?”

“Yes, Merlin,” comes the chorus of knights, “for as long as you like.”

Arthur is still upset, very confused, and more than a little overprotective right now.

But so is Merlin.

And they’re…they’re starting to figure it out.

One thing’s for sure: Arthur’s definitely pulling Merlin into bed to cuddle with him instead of getting up in the morning.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #merthur fic #merthur #fic #dragonbabbles

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faejilly · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @la-muerta & @facialteeth & @thedivinemissema for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN by @shadoedseptmbr @msviolacea & @ravenclawnerd for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

#on writing #writing memery #unending WIP List Of Doom

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themoonthestarstheplanet · 5 years ago

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Courage Of Stars Snippet

(This is a small snippet of my ‘Courage Of Stars’ Transformers series that follows Original Characters; Altair Prime, Moonbean, Drax and Honeypot as they try to solve their problems and find their place in life after Cyberton’s Fall. THIS snippet focuses on Autobot Jolt and how he sees the ‘Nexus’ around him and how he interacts with the people living there.

Following characters; Jolt, Moonbean, Songbird, Daybreaker (Mentioned), Armsmaster (Mentioned), Faultline (Mentioned), Optimus Prime (Mentioned), Nova Prime (Mentioned), Altair Prime (Mentioned), Prima (Mentioned), Solus Prime (Mentioned), Megatronus Prime (Mentioned), Nexus Prime (Mentioned), Onyx Prime (Mentioned) Primon (Mentioned), Guardian Prime (Mentioned), Vector Prime (Mentioned), Alpha Trion (Mentioned).

Songbird Belongs To @wolfsrainrules and @north-peach. Moonbean, Daybreaker, Armsmaster, Faultline and Altair Prime Belongs To Me.

Pinglist; @vice-virtue)

"Fleet Admiral!" A young femling called, catching his attention. He turned to look, saw Moonbean doing so at the corner of his optics, and watched a young, pale blue with dark almost Allspark blue highlights stumble to a stop a few steps away from them.

She was pretty, not in the spark dropping way that some femmes had before their decrease in numbers but in the way she held herself. Soft, excited and happy. Her field bubbled with positive emotions that stretched out to envelop his own.

He doubted she was aware of it, as she only had optics for the seeker beside him. Moonbean's lips twitched, telling him that she too had been subjected to the little femlings field.

"You know my name, Songbird." She said gently, her denta curling slightly.

Songbird, the femme, blushed a dark blue that spread across her faceplate and her cooling fans kicked on. "Fleet Admiral!" She said again, her fans turning off as she shook herself from her flustered state.

Moonbean sighed, and because he was close to her he could feel her field flicker with resignation and a small amount of fondness that caused him to smile.

"Yes?"

"The Rarities are finished, ma'am!" The grounder femme said, throwing her hands in an untidy salute that screamed rookie. "Armsmaster and Faultline have finished updating them, the rooms are ready for use again." Songbird grinned, field bursting with joy.

She was cute. And very bubbly. He thought to himself, amused. But, what was 'Rarities'? He hadn't heard of them before. At least, not that he could remember. It might have been something from before the war, however. Jolt’s memories of those cycles were hazy at best and nonexistent at worse. It hadn’t helped that he had only been just reaching the age of youngling when the war had been kickstarted instead of the hushed whispers and rumours.

"Oh?" Moonbean inquired, moving past the small grounder with a wave for him to follow. He did, curious over what they were talking about and where they were going. "Anything else?"

Songbird nodded, bouncing on her pedes as she walked between them. "Yup! Armsmaster said he made a few adjustments and stuff, Faultline called him a perfectionist and kicked him out, so he went off to sulk somewhere. Probably with Seafire." She looked over at the seeker pointedly with a small, teasing smile.

Moonbean huffed, a small sound that somehow managed to carry her amusement, and shook her helm. "Of course," she said dryly. "What adjustments?"

"He made them bigger, like the real ones, so it's easier to see them even if others are already there."

"You've already played around with them, haven't you?" Songbird shot her superior an overly innocent look, causing both of them to snort.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She answered, convincing no one.

“I’m sure,” Moonbean answered. They moved down the corridor, passing by a couple cybertronian’s that nodded or saluted Moonbean.

That came to a stop at a large blue door that Songbird opened and stepped inside, Jolt and Moonbean following behind her.

The room was large, overly so with high ceilings that could probably have space even if Daybreaker stood on three clones of himself. Sitting in the middle of the room was twelve altars, one of them was covered in a large grey tarp that hid the name etched on the plague from view.

Jolt hummed and after getting a nod from Moonbean walked closer to the altars. He squinted at the plagues and read the old glyphs there with a feeling of anticipation in his tanks.

PRIMON. One read in ancient cybertronian. FOREFATHER; FIRST OF THE PRIMES, it said underneath a small symbol of a planet.

It was curious, for it to have read of a cybertronain so ancient that the only mentions of him were in the recordings and documents of the Original Primes, and even then it was only in the letters between Alpha Trion and Vector Prime that they had managed to salvage that had even mentioned him.

PRIMA, the next one said and like the first, a large sword with the words Star Saber inscribed on it sat above the rest. VICTORY; ONE WHO LEAD OTHERS INTO LIGHT.

NOVA. He read the next one, his symbol small, almost unseen but undoubtedly of a telescope. CURIOSITY; HE WHO BROUGHT OTHERS AND MADE THEM INTO ONE.

It was of the Primes, the first ones. The ones who had made Cybertron from the ground up, made their society and rules, traditions and others.

GUARDIAN. TRANQUILLITY; HE WHO BROUGHT BOTH THE GOOD AND THE BAD. A circle of flags, one with Cybertrons main symbol, another for Caminus. Antila. Paradon. Velocitron. Archon. Neutronia and a few others he didn’t have the name for but could guess were colonies.

Cybertron colonies. He looked over the words and it hit him a moment later what the Prime had wanted when he lived. Equality and Unification.

VECTOR. STABILITY; THE ONE THAT SOUGHT BALANCE BEFORE ALL ELSE. An hourglass half-empty-half-full, fitting for the guardian of time and space.

ALPHA TRION; EFFICIENCY; HE WHO THOUGHT OF NONE BAR THE NEXT. A quill was next, amusing in its accuracy as Optimus had always called his older mentor an avid writer.

SOLUS; COURAGEOUSLY; SHE WHO MADE THE OLD INTO THE NEW. Of course, Solus Prime’s symbol was that of her Forge, frighteningly detailed and realistic.

NEXUS; IDEALISM; ONE WHO SEARCHED FOR PEACE IN WAR. Nexus Prime’s symbol was baffling, a shield that was marked and dented yet still usable even if it looked worse the wear.

ONYX; TEMPTATION; HE WHO BROUGHT HIS FATE UPON OTHERS. Large wings, spreading to both of the edges of the altar. It was the largest picture he had seen on the monuments and if what he knew of the Prime was true, oddly fitting for the beast.

MEGATRONUS; STRENGTH; HE WHO BROUGHT BOTH FEAR AND COURAGE TO ALLIES AND FOES ALIKE. Underneath his words were visible even if his symbol was not, four large claw marks disfiguring the picture from view that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was. FALLEN, LOST HIS WAY FROM THE CORE OF THAT WHICH THE EVERTREE GREW.

ALTAIR; WISHFUL; THE ONE THAT LIVES IN THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE. Even more oddly, Altair Primes symbol was of three things, a circle, a square and a thin line that looked like a sword.

On the last one, covered by the trap he could make out just the slightest of writing. It seemed to call to his spark, seeping into his every joint and wire, warming his frame and leaving him in awe. And even though he could not see it, his optics seemed to light and glow a bright Matrix blue like never before.

OPTIMUS. It said, neatly etched into the smooth metal beneath the Autobot faction symbol. HOPE; HE WHO IN DARKNESS, BRINGS THE GREATEST OF LIGHTS.

It was just words, glyphs of a Prime, it shouldn’t have had him venting heavily and feeling weak in the knees, nor feeling like his spark was about to burst with how much it had swelled up. There was a feeling that rushed through him, powerful and relaxing in equal measures. It was an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time, and even when he had never had he felt it to such extent.

Hope.

He stared wide optic at the altar for an unknown amount of time and felt small, but not weak nor insignificant almost in a sense, protected and loved. It was something he could not name, it was a feeling that seemed to curl through his whole body and almost, it almost seemed to strengthen his frame.

“The altars have a purpose besides being a monument,” Moonbean interrupted him, breaking him from the foggy daze like trance he had been trapped in. He turned to look at the femme as she watched Songbird scutter over to the altar with Nova itched onto it. She was smiling, soft and at peace, in a way that he hadn’t ever seen her look like.

It was nice. She definitely looked beautiful when she smiled like that. Her sharp features and piercing optics softening and making her look more approachable, to him at least.

“Or for us to see what they looked like.” She continued. Songbird pressed something on the altar, close to the symbol - it probably was the symbol - and the top of it lit up, frizzily and sparking for a few seconds before a holograph appeared. A mech was made out of the pixels, he was tall, towering over Songbird and even though it should have been terrifying it wasn’t. He was black, with white legs and arms. Large with two wheels on both hands and feet and his biolights were a bright orange-yellow that came from his lower chest and kibble sticking from his shoulders.

The strangest thing about him was the long, rotary blade-like kibble that extended from his shoulders-to-forearms and beyond his possible reach unless he was really, really flexible. The blades looked like helicopter rotaries but at the same time, they didn’t.

“The response you got from Optimus Prime’s monument is normal.” She said. “The others get different reactions to the Prime the bot in question has the closest ties too.”

“Closest…?” Jolt wondered. “Then, who is the one you’re closest too?”

Moonbean’s smile dropped, not disappearing completely but not as content and happy was before. “Altair.”

He nodded, watching her with considering optics. Wishful, huh?

#Stars Amongst Us: Courage of stars #Stars Verse #My fic

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 6 years ago

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with you [1/6]

Summary: Clementine pops the question.

Preview:

Mitch frowns, holding up the ring, “Then, why the stupid ring? It doesn’t mean anything. Wearing this and saying you’re married doesn’t change anything, so why bother?”

“It means something to me, okay?” Clementine snaps. “I don’t care if it’s ‘not a thing’ anymore. Is it so wrong that maybe I want to try and give him something that most of us thought was long dead? That I want something like that?” She snatches the ring away from him. “Yesterday, AJ found a wedding photo that belonged to this walker couple, and Louis explained what it meant and I just… I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I didn’t ask you to understand what I want to do. I asked you if you could adjust the ring for me.”

Mitch eyes her quietly. Then, he straightens up. “Fine,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’ll fix your fucking ring.”

Warnings: There’s a little dirty talk but it’s just Mitch, no actual sexual content, just some good ‘ol smooching. Ruby’s a fucking sweetheart. Mitch is Clem’s tsundere best friend. Violet’s pretty angsty. Nightmares occur. This is long, sorry.

Author’s Note: Hey so episode 3 has killed me and I’m coping by writing some overly gushy Clouis even though I should be finishing up the final part of my Aasim story but it’s fine. I got this asks months ago requesting some married!clouis where Louis proposes to Clem, but then I thought, “Know what’s even better?? Clementine proposing to Louis” because my boy needs some real love and I’m a ho for this concept.

Also, Mitch is alive in this because fuck Lilly I miss my boy my fic my rules

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It was back in the train station that the thought ever crossed her mind. Which is actually kind of strange to think about, Clementine realizes as she examines the small box in her hand.

She feels Louis shift beside her, turning over to sleep on his side facing her. She sits at the edge of the bed, peering over her shoulder at him. He’s quiet tonight with a calm face. He nuzzles closer into his pillow as his near silent sigh escapes his lips.

Clementine smiles to herself. She opens the box, setting the lid on her desk and pulls out two freshly polished rings. She lets the larger one fall down her pointer finger as she examines it, twisting it around until she finds the detail she’s looking for, and she smiles again.

Then, she turns to the sleeping boy beside her. One arm is tucked under his pillow while the other rests close to his chest. Clementine holds her breath as she carefully, gently pulls his hand closer to her. He doesn’t move or wake.

She easily slips the band onto his ring finger and lets out her breath.

It actually fits. Not too loose, not too tight, but snug enough that it’ll only come off with a little force. And it does. She slides the ring off and places it back in the box. Her heart beats loud in her chest and she recognizes the fluttering and tightening in her gut.

Tomorrow evening.

It’s so close.

And to think had AJ not rummaged through that walker’s pockets, she probably wouldn’t be holding this box in her hands.

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Two Weeks Earlier...

A supply run to the train station was a spur of the moment thing when the three of them were out hunting. They’d only caught three full-grown rabbits when Louis mentioned that it wasn’t too far away. AJ had been all for the idea, and Clementine figured it wouldn’t be so awful to go back and collect anything they might’ve missed from their previous trip.

Up ahead, but not too far, Louis is telling some crazy, exaggerated story that left AJ hanging onto every single word.

Clementine spots a walker from the corner of her eye lingering in the trees, it’s head twitching with interest at the sound of Louis’ laughter. It’s the first one they’ve spotted in the time they’ve traveled, likely due to James doing his part of their arrangement.

They’ve worked out a decent system; anywhere they plan to hunt or scavenge, they let James know in advance so he can gather and lead stray walkers away, making trips a lot easier and a lot quicker. In exchange, he’s welcome to come and stay in a room and eat with them whenever he wants. He didn’t often stay many nights in a row, but Clementine’s just glad to see him opening up with the others and making friends.

Clementine picks up a large rock and chucks it. The walker follows the noise.

The decrepit train station is empty. When they enter, there sat the dead couple, slumped over and still tied to their chairs. Everything looks the same as they left it last. They gather as much as they can, like leftover food and duct tape and a few bandages.

“Oh-ho!” Louis calls out from behind the counter. “Looks like I found your secret stash.”

Clem quirks a brow and leans over the counter to peer down at him. He flashes her a bright smile and waves a beaten up chocolate bar.

“Seriously?” When she tries to reach for it, he teasingly jerks it away.

“I don’t think so, darling,” he pockets the bar. “Gotta save stuff like that for a special occasion.”

“Special occasion,” she scoffs. “Like?”

“Like when it’s your birthday, or if it’s someone else’s birthday and you forgot to get them a present,” Louis then glances away, “or, y’know, for date night.”

“Date night, huh?” Clementine smirks.

“Woah...”

From behind her, Clementine hears AJ shuffling around the dead couple. He’s unfolding something small and gray curiously. Upon a closer look, Clementine can tell it’s a wallet, and from it, AJ pulls out a five-dollar bill to study it.

“Look at that,” Louis approaches the boy, “looks like dinner’s on AJ.”

“Huh?”

Louis takes the wallet and pulls out some credit cards. “By the looks of it, we’re getting a three-course meal.”

“With extra dessert,” Clementine smiles.

AJ looks between the two of them, clearly confused. “I don’t get it.”

“Money,” he explains. When he turns it around, something falls out and Louis pauses. “...Huh.” He bends down to pick it up. He flips it around and a smile tugs at his lips.

“What is it?” AJ asked.

Louis motions to the couple. “It’s, uhm... their wedding photo.” He hands it over to AJ.

“Wedding photo?” AJ studies the picture. Clementine moves around them to look as well.

It’s jarring, the idea that the young couple are the same people as the decaying bodies in the chairs before them. They’re both so clean and happy with wide smiles.

The woman’s beautiful, Clementine thinks, with her hair pulled back into a bun of curls and her cheeks a pretty pink. Her dress is white with glittering details, and her diamond ring is visible on her hand resting against her husband's chest.

“They look...” AJ’s mouth twists as he searches for the right word.

“Happy?” Louis offers.

“Well, yeah, they’re smiling, but...” AJ looks at the dead bodies. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Why’re they dressed like that?”

Louis laughs. “Well, little dude, back before the walkers came, people used to get married. It was a pretty big deal, and when they did, they’d have a wedding. Think of it like a huge party with lots and lots of people to celebrate the couple getting married.”

“Okay, but,” AJ says, “but what does it mean? To be married?”

“Uh, well,” Louis scratches his neck, “it’s what people used to do to prove they really loved each other, I guess. It was, like, a big step to take to marry someone and call them your wife, or your husband.”

“And anyone can do it? Even me?” asks AJ. “I can get married?”

Clementine smiles, and says, “You’re a little young for that right now.”

AJ frowns and crosses his arms. “How old do I gotta be?”

“Well, there isn’t really a set age, I guess-”

“And I can marry who I want?”

“Yes, but,” Clementine shoots Louis, who’s completely amused by the conversation, a glance as if looking for help with an explanation, “it’s not really something people do anymore.”

“Why not? I mean, you just throw a party, right? And I can marry whoever I love? Like you, right?”

At that, Louis laughs. Clementine sighs. “Uh...”

“Well, little dude, marriage wasn’t for that kind of love,” Louis says, “it’s a bit more complicated than that.” He puts the picture back into the wallet and tucks it back into the dead man’s pocket. “These two didn’t love each other like you and Clem do. They got married because...” Louis’ smile almost turns sad, “they were in love, as a couple.”

“Oh...” AJ thinks, “oh, like, a kissing love.”

“A kissing love,” Louis agrees. He winks at Clementine, and her heart flutters.

“Like you and Clem?”

Blood rushes to Clementine’s cheeks as a loud, nervous laugh escapes Louis.

Before AJ can ask his next question, there’s a soft bang against the door. The conversation’s forgotten as they get low and carefully maneuver close to the door. AJ peeks out the window.

“Monster.”

Clementine nods. They all stand, relaxing a little. The door’s closed so one walker isn’t a threat.

Louis hauls a large bag over his shoulder. “Well, I think we’ve gotten all we can get,” he says, “should head back before dark.”

Clementine nods. “Right.”

But, she doesn’t move. She watches Louis and AJ leave, and hears the walker being dealt with. Clementine turns back to the couple, her eyes glancing down at the man’s rotten hand.

He still has his ring on.

“Clem?”

“...Coming.”

---

It stuck with her the rest of the day. From when they entered the gates of the school again and all throughout dinner.

Marriage wasn’t something she ever thought of. Sure, there had been that dumb “marry, ‘flip’, kill” question that seemed to come up during their card games, and sure, from all the groups she’d been in, some have had married couples.

Like Kenny and Katjaa.

Like Christa and Omid.

Like David and Kate.

...Like Rebecca and Alvin.

And before the walkers, her parents had been married. Happily married. She didn’t remember a lot about them, but there were things that stood out in her brain when she concentrated her thoughts.

Like how her father would always kiss her mother’s cheek before going to work and after coming home. It didn’t matter if she was cooking, or still in bed, or working on a project, or on the phone, he always kissed her, like it was some unspoken rule.

And how they laughed together. Her father had this deep, rumbling voice that practically shook the house when he laughed, and his laugh only made her mother laugh harder.

And the cute names they called each other. Honeybun. That’s what her father called her mother. Honeybun.

But, marriage wasn’t something that stuck in her brain, not something she actively thought about. However, seeing that wedding photo, the couple who died together tied to those chairs, and actually talking about it, hearing Louis talk about it... it stuck with her.

AJ had let the conversation go after Louis moved onto another topic. She knew that he was trying to avoid the obvious question on AJ’s mind.

“Like you and Clem?”

Like Louis and her...

“Yoo-hoo?”

A hand waves in front of her face. She blinks and turns to Louis. They’re on the outside couch sitting in front of a fire. His arm rests comfortably behind her.

He grins. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere.”

“You went somewhere.”

Clementine sighs. “Just thinking, I guess.”

“You got watch, Lou,” Ruby says, approaching them. “You and Aasim.”

“Aw, seriously?” Louis sighs before grinning. “Hey, wanna switch? I can take your morning shift and you can go with Aasim tonight?”

“Nope,” Ruby shook her head and points back at the tower. “Get goin.’“

Louis slouches, mumbling quietly, “I tried, my dude...” Clementine rolls her eyes and elbows him.

“Don’t keep him waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Louis stands, reaching his arms high over his head to stretch out his body. He lets out a satisfied groan as his arms fall back to his sides. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Ruby nods and walks off.

His foot taps hers. “Guess I’ll see you tonight,” he says. Then, he leans forward. His fingers caress her jawline as he lightly pulls her towards him and places a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll try not to wake you.”

“Goodnight,” is all she can muster up to say.

“Goodnight, darling.” He leaves her with a smile.

And as she watches him walk away, it occurs to her with a single, strange thought.

I want to marry that boy.

---

Clementine tries to fall asleep, but she’s restless. She doesn’t know how long she’s laid there, but no position, no angle allows sleep to take her.

AJ snores quietly in his bed on the other side of the room. Louis still won’t be back for a few hours.

So, she gets up and leaves. As she’s quietly closing the door behind her, she hears footsteps. Instinctively, she turns to see who it is.

Violet keeps her eyes forward as she walks down the hall, not giving Clementine any acknowledgment.

It’d been awful between the two of them ever since the delta fight two years ago. She couldn’t even breathe in Violet’s direction without getting ‘fuck you’ eyes, and talking was completely out of question. Not that Clementine didn’t still try, but it seems that Violet’s determined to keep herself in the shadows of the school, only talking to Tenn and Louis, and on rare occasions Ruby, Omar, and Aasim.

Louis once tried to help them patch things up. It didn’t go over well.

What else could she do, though? Clementine can’t force their friendship back together. Not after everything.

Clementine tries to put it out of her mind as she moves down the opposite direction. Down by the entrance doors, she finds Ruby grimacing at something in her hands.

“Hi, Ruby,” she greets.

“Oh, hi, Clem,” Ruby smiles. “Thought you went off ‘ta bed?”

“Can’t sleep.”

Ruby nods understandingly. “Well, you wanna help me fix Willy’s shirt?” she holds up a dirty blue shirt with a tear along the side. “Got it caught again and didn’t bother stopin’ to untangle himself.”

“Of course.”

Clementine kept the shirt still and flattened out while Ruby went to work.

“Wish that runt would be more careful,” murmurs Ruby, “always tearing his clothes up. What’ll happen if he ruins all of ‘em? That boy’ll be in nothin’ but rags.”

“You could have him sew his own stuff.”

Ruby scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

Clementine watches her steady hand as she sews in a comfortable silence. Being around Ruby like this is peaceful. The two had gotten close over the years, and for that, she’s grateful. She adores Ruby.

Clementine glances around and decides to just go for it while it was just the two of them. ”Hey, Ruby, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, hon,” Ruby smiles. “What’s on yer mind?”

“Uh, well...” Clementine starts. “Have you... ever liked someone?” Ruby stops her needlework and perks a brow. “Like, had a crush?”

The redness on Ruby’s cheeks brighten. “I-uh- what in the world are ya asking me that for?”

“Just curious if anyone ever caught your fancy,” Clementine replies. She didn’t think the question would actually make Ruby flustered.

Ruby pokes herself with the needle, hissing a cuss.

“Well,” she says, “hate ta disappoint you, but no.”

“Never?”

Ruby shakes her head. “Nu-uh.”

Clementine thinks back to Aasim and Louis’ constant teasing of the poor boy.

“You don’t like anyone here like that? Not even a little?”

Ruby hesitates. “No.” She finishes sewing up the shirt and holds it up in front of her. “Why the sudden question?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” Clementine answers honestly.

Ruby shifts her weight onto one foot and scratches at her arm. After an awkward silence. “Well... alright, can ya keep a secret?”

Clementine perks up. “Yes.”

Ruby shakes her head. “Don’t get excited. He, uh, he’s not real.”

“What?”

Ruby’s blush deepens. “Sometime, after all the adults left, I had a hard time sleepin’ at night. Ms. Martin was startin’ ta worry ‘bout me. She told me I should try readin’, and I remember tellin’ her how stupid that was. But...” Ruby sighs, “I still let her read ta me before bed one night. A love story called ‘The Woodsman.’ Well, kinda a love story. She read it so well and,” she grins, “I guess I kinda fell in love with Milo.”

Clementine smiles back. “And, why’s that?”

“Milo’s this handsome woodsman doin’ everythin’ he can to help support him and his family, right. He’s kind, like, genuine kind. And the way he describes and talks about Abigail just is enough ta melt your heart. Or make ya cry.”

“Do they end up together?” asks Clementine.

Ruby shakes her head. “No. Ya see, Abigail’s taken and forced ta live on top this big ‘ol mountain by this old, ugly witch as punishment fer Milo killin’ one of her wolves.” She runs her fingers over the fresh stitching in Willy’s shirt and sighs. “Milo tries and tries again ta climb the mountain and save her, but every time he gets a little bit closer, he slips and tumbles down.”

“Shit,” Clementine says.

“Everything he does, he does it fer her. To free her of that witch’s cruelty. And the crazy part��s that he doesn’t even know if she loves him back. He don’t care if she does or not, he keeps climbin’ anyway and it eventually kills him,” Ruby shakes her head. “Never makes it back to Abigail.”

“That’s...” Clementine frowns, “awful.”

“Can’t tell ya how many times that part’s made me cry,” Ruby laughs, “and it’s even worse ‘cause as he’s laying at the bottom dyin’ he still thinkin’ ‘bout how only he knows she’s up there and only he can save her and... he dies. He dies and becomes a star.”

“A star?”

“In the sky. High up there and he watches and protects her from the witch until eventually, Abigail dies, too.”

“And becomes a star, too, right?”

Ruby nods. “Right.” She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Guess I always liked the idea of someone lovin’ me that much, enough ta fall down a mountain over and over again just ta save me. It’s silly, ‘cause I know someone like that doesn’t exist, but… thinkin’ they do still helps me sleep at night.” She begins to fold up the shirt. “After we lost Ms. Martin, I went through some of her things and found the book. Can’t tell ya how many times I’ve read it.” Ruby gives her a sheepish grin. “Huh… never told that ta anyone before.”

“That’s...” Clementine reaches out and touches Ruby’s shoulder, “really sweet, actually.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” Ruby smirks. “Don’t want anyone ta think I’m too soft.”

Clementine laughs. “I promise.”

Ruby yawns then, and says, “Well, sorry I blabbered so much. Think it’s time I hit the hay. Thanks fer helpin’ me and... fer listenin.’”

“It sounds like a good read,” Clementine says.

“I’d let you borrow it if ya want.”

“I think I’d like that.”

Ruby beams at her, smile wide across her face. She gathers all her things and is just about to walk back to her room when Clementine stops her.

“Ruby?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Don’t hafta,” Ruby says. “Just ‘cause I shared, I mean.”

Clementine shakes her head. “I know.”

“Well, alright, then.”

Clementine hesitates, and in a whisper, she says, “I think I’m in love with Louis.”

Ruby laughs. “Oh, hon, that ain’t no secret,” she grins, “it’s all over yer face when yer together. His, too.”

“No, I mean...I’m in love with him.” Clementine meets Ruby’s eye. “If Louis were cursed by some witch and put on top of a mountain, I’d never stop climbing to get him back.”

Ruby’s grin falters as her eyes widen a bit with shock at the realization of Clementine’s words. “Oh...”

“Is that crazy?”

“No,” Ruby walks toward her, reaching down to grab her hands. “Not at all.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Ruby says firmly. “In fact, you should tell him that.”

“Yeah?” Clementine smirks. “’Hey, Louis, by the way, if you ever happen to get cursed and kidnapped by a witch I promise to save you.’”

That makes Ruby giggle. “Well, if any one of us were ta get cursed...” The two laugh together. Ruby lets go of her hands. “Serious, though? Tell him you love him. Ya never know in this world... don’t want any more regrets than we already got.”

“I know. Believe me, I know.”

---

Clementine’s still awake when Louis sneaks in. He tries his best to be quiet, tiptoeing around before slowly sliding into bed with her with a huff.

Clem lifts her head off the pillow. “Hey,” she whispers.

“Shit didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” she sighs. “Been in and out.”

Louis scoots closer to her so that her chin presses against his shoulder. He entwines their fingers and brings their hands to rest against his chest. He’s freezing from being outside.

“How was watch?” she asks.

“Same ‘ol, same ‘ol,” he replies. “Convinced Aasim to play go-fish with a twist ‘til he got mad,” he yawns, “and threatened to throw my deck away.”

Clementine smirks. “Sounds about right.” She gets comfortable, pressing her body against his side. He kisses the back of her hand. She sees his eyes fluttering shut as the day's exhaustion catches up with him.

“How’s your night?” he asks.

“Good, but better now.” She watches the corner of his mouth twitch into a grin.

Clementine watches their hands raise and fall with every breath he takes, and soon he’s fast asleep. His heartbeat is soft against her hand. She keeps herself awake a little while longer to make sure he remains peaceful. And he does.

As she runs her thumb over his, she wonders if the couple if the train station were holding hands when they died. She wonders what their last kiss was like, what their final words to each other were. She wonders if there were a lot of things left unspoken, things that wanted to be said, needed to be said.

She squeezes his hand and allows her eyes to rest.

---

In the morning, Clementine’s determined to find James.

She sneaks out, leaving Louis in bed. AJ’s already up, walking around on patrol. She makes sure to tell the others she’s going out to find James, making up an excuse, saying she’s worried that he hasn’t been back in a week.

AJ insists that he go with her, but Clem manages to convince him that she’ll just walk the perimeter since that’s usually where James sticks around. That calms him down, but he still mumbles about never going alone. So, Clementine takes Rosie with her. After all, Rosie could use the walk.

After she’s left, she wanders around to his usual spots close to the school, letting Rosie sniff around and chew up some sticks. She eventually finds him near his barn full of walkers.

When he sees her, he slips his mask off. “Clementine,” he greets softly. Rosie comes up to him and licks his hand. He softly pats her head. “Ah, Rosie.”

“James, you’re okay.”

“Yes,” he says. “You were worried?”

“Just haven’t seen you in a while. Wanted to check up on you.”

He smiles. “You’re very kind,” he says. He stands from the log he’s sitting on and says, “It’s been peaceful out here. And cool. Sleeping outdoors when it’s like this always makes me feel good.”

“I can see that. Just, don’t forget to check in with us, okay? Willy’s been asking about you.”

That makes James smile.

Clementine crosses her arms and takes a breath to steady her quick pulse. “Actually, there's another reason I wanted to find you.”

“Oh?” he asks. “What is it?”

“Well, uhm,” Clementine looks up at the barn. It’s faint, but she can hear them shuffling around and groaning inside. “Of the walkers you’ve found, do any of them happen to be wearing a ring?”

James cocks his head to the side. “That’s a strange question.”

“I know,” Clementine admits.

“What do you need a ring for?”

Clementine doesn’t reply. She tries to think of an excuse, to hide her true intentions, but her mind’s suddenly gone blank.

“Clementine?”

“I just... need a ring. Nothing fancy.”

James doesn’t push. He slips his mask on and as he walks over to the barn, he says, “I’ll look.”

He’s inside for a long time. Long enough that Clementine starts to get anxious. She wanders about, kicking at rocks and watching for stray walkers. She throws a stick for Rosie a few times.

Eventually, he does come out, and Clementine is right there, eager to see his findings.

James shakes his head. “Sorry.”

She gives a disappointed sigh.

She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to go back to the train station. It’s out of the way, and with only Rosie...

Actually...

“That’s okay,” she says. “Mind tagging along with me, then?”

“Where?”

“There’s a train station a little ways away,” she explains. “There’s a ring there.”

He’s curious, but again, he doesn’t push. “Okay.”

They don’t speak much as they walk. Clementine’s a little glad, it gives her a moment to really think about what she’s doing.

It’s odd that she’s considering the “feelings” of the dead walkers left in the train station, but she keeps telling herself they’re dead, they don’t need their wedding rings anymore. If anything, they'd be glad their rings could be used again for their intended purpose, right?

Then again, the couple had made a request to be left alone, one that Clementine didn’t honor. Perhaps they wouldn’t be too thrilled with her stealing from them after all.

The area around the train station is clear, just like it was yesterday. Once inside, they approach the couple. Clementine bends down and slips the gold ring off the male walker’s finger, wiping it off on her jacket. She studies it, and something occurs to her.

What if it doesn’t fit?

She slips it onto her ring finger. It’s a little loose. When she looks at it, she realizes it might even be too small for Louis. His hands are bigger than hers and if it’s only a little loose on her...

She turns back to James. “Try this on.”

“Uhm, what?” He blinks down at her.

“Your hands are bigger. I just need to see if it’ll fit.”

James’ eyes dart between her and the ring. “Clementine... you- you’re not... uhm, asking...”

She stares at his suddenly terrified face and it hits her. “No! No, I’m not- no!”

“I-It’s just, um, Tennessee once told me-”

“I’m not proposing to you!” She exclaims that way louder than she probably should have. This causes Rosie to bark.

James visibly relaxes. “Oh,” he says, “then why do you need me to wear it?”

“Because I...” Clem lowers her head, weighing her options here. She decides that James is trustworthy and that the truth is the best answer. “Because you have bigger hands than me and... I need to see if this will fit Louis.”

The surprise is clear in his expression even though his face is covered by his mask.

“I see,” he says. “When did this happen?”

“Nothing’s ‘happened,’ really. Not yet.”

“He asked you...?”

“No,” Clem shakes her head. “He... actually has no idea about this.”

James smiles slightly. “Oh.”

“So,” Clementine’s face is warm when she offers him the ring. “Will you just try it on?”

James takes the ring, but when he tries to slip it on, it barely goes past the mid-knuckle. “Seems he has smaller hands than me,” he says, referring to the walker.

“Shit. It probably won’t fit Louis then, either.”

Well, there went her plan.

“Keep it anyway,” James hands it back to her, “in case you can’t find anything else. I’ll keep an eye out for any walkers I come across, see what I can collect.”

“Thank you.”

An awkward silence falls over them, so Clem decides to check the lady walker, only to find her ring missing.

“Well... I might need not any rings. After all, it’s the thought that counts, right?” she half-jokes.

“Giving up so quick is unlike you,” says James. “His hands aren’t mine. It might fit.”

“I guess.”

“At least keep it as a symbol of what you’re asking. It’ll mean a lot to him, regardless.”

Clementine runs a finger over the smooth band. It almost feels heavy, not physically, but with all the intentions behind it.

“Did you ever think about these things with Charlie?”

“...At one time, yes.” He says nothing more.

With the ring in her possession, Clementine leaves the couple behind once more.

She fumbles with the ring secured in her pocket. “Maybe there’s a way to change it? Stretch it, maybe?”

“I wouldn’t know,” James says. “Maybe ask Mitch. He has plenty of tools. Maybe he could help.”

Clementine hadn’t thought of that.

Their tool collection doubled after they took down the raiders and stole most of their supplies. Plenty of things used for building or repairing or breaking things down. Mitch and Willy were thrilled when they dragged it all back to the school. They kept most of it hidden away in the basement. Maybe they did have something that could help.

---

James comes back with her to the school. Once they’re through the gates, he takes off his mask and is nearly run into by Willy and AJ.

“James!”

“You’re back!”

“Good to see you’re not dead,” Mitch says, approaching and knocking James’ shoulder with his fist.

“Yes,” James replies awkwardly, rubbing at his arm where Mitch punched him.

Ruby comes over to greet them, too.

“James, you hungry? I can have Omar whip you up something.”

“No, thank you, I’m alright-”

Willy grabs a hold of his arm and drags James over to one of the tables. “C’mon! Look what I did to this crossbow!”

“It’s super cool!” AJ exclaims.

“Oh-okay!”

Clementine grins before turning to Mitch and Ruby.

“He stayin’ a while this time?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” replies Clementine. “Hopefully.”

“Louis was asking for you earlier,” Mitch says. “Something about tuning the piano or some shit.”

Clementine smiles. ‘Tuning the piano’ meant piano lessons. He’d been teaching her to play for a few months now, insisting she learns so they can do duets together. She isn’t great, but she’s improving.

Ruby giggles at the expression Clementine’s face. She snaps out of it and says, “Okay, I will go find him.”

Mitch rolls his eyes and walks away.

Before Clementine can call after him, Ruby says, “I left ‘The Woodsman’ in yer room fer ya.”

“Thanks,” she says. “Can’t wait to read it.”

“Enjoy tuning the piano,” Ruby smiles before walking off.

Clementine decides that Louis can wait a little longer. She spots Mitch over on the couch, sharpening his knife with some handheld tool.

“Hey,” she greets. He barely looks up from his work.

“What’s up?”

“I need your help with something.”

“Oh, do you?” he says flatly.

“Yes,” Clementine frowns. “In the basement.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Mitch examines his freshly sharpened knife. “...Fine. I was going down there anyway.” He tucks his weapon away and moves over to the basement doors. Clementine follows close behind. Mitch yanks open the doors with a grunt, and as they go down the stairs, he asks, “What’ja need?”

They stop at one of the work desks. Clem pulls out the ring. “Is there anyway you can make this bigger?”

Mitch stares at the ring with a deadpan expression.

“Serious?”

“Is that a no?” Clementine asks.

Mitch snatches the ring out of her hand. “Make it bigger?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“That’s for me to know.”

He shoots her another look. He taps the ring on the desk a few times then examines it again. Then, he bites it.

“Look, if you can’t do anything, just say so,” Clementine says, annoyed.

Mitch quirks a brow at her. “Fine,” he leans against the counter, holding the ring up, “I’ll see what I can do… if you tell me what it’s for.”

Clementine’s insides tighten. She knows he won’t give in, as stubborn as he tends to be, and if she wants his help, she’d have to give in. Not point in fighting.

“Fine, fuck it,” she says. “You’re going to find out anyway, might as well tell you now.” She crosses her arms and leans against the table as well. “But, you gotta keep it to yourself, at least for right now. Got it?”

“Fine.”

“It’s for Louis.”

“Louis?”

“Yeah, I’m…” she closes her eyes and takes a breath, “I’m asking him to marry me.”

Wow, saying it out loud is… strange.

When Mitch doesn’t say anything, she looks up at him. His expression is almost funny.

“...Why?” he finally asks.

Clementine shrugs, saying, “Because I love him.”

“Gross.”

She elbows him.

“Wait, you’re asking him to marry you? You know that’s not even a thing anymore, right?” Mitch asks. “That shit doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe not to everyone, and, honestly, it didn’t matter to me either until now,” she explains. “And it’s not a big deal, I just… want to let him know how I feel and I need a ring to give to him.”

“So, what? You’re gonna have a wedding?”

“I-I don’t know,” she admits.”I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”

Mitch’s brows furrow as he eyes her and Clementine can see the gears turning in his head. She figured he wouldn’t understand what she wants to do, or that he’d call her an idiot, or-

“Are you doing this so you two can fuck?” Mitch asks bluntly.

It feels like her heart stops in her chest as her eyes pop wide open. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t gotta be married to screw around. I’m not saying that you should or anything, though. These walls are fucking thin,” Mitch explains.

Clementine’s mouth moves but no words came out. She shakes her head. “No, that’s not- we’re not- just-”

“Y’know,” Mitch ignores her stuttering, “My grams used to tell us we’d go to Hell if we had sex before we were married and all kinds of stupid shit. Yet, here we are, literally living in hell, and I doubt it’s because some idiots fucked before someone ‘officially’ declared them married,” Mitch says.

“That’s not why I’m doing this!” Clementine manages. “That’s not even- It’s not your business, anyway!”

Mitch frowns, holding up the ring, “Then, why the stupid ring? It doesn’t mean anything. Wearing this and saying you’re married doesn’t change anything, so why bother?”

Mitch eyes her quietly. Then, he straightens up. “Fine,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’ll fix your fucking ring.”

She hesitates but hands it back in his palm. Then, he searches around in one of the drawers and pulls out some string. “Gimme your hand,” he demands.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

She does so, and he wraps the string around her ring finger. He pinches it and slides it off, then cuts it with his knife. He gives her the rest of the string. “Measure his finger and get back to me.”

“Uhm?”

“Do it when he’s asleep or something.”

Clementine watches as he starts darting around, pulling tools off shelves and digging around in drawers, muttering to himself. When he notices she’s still standing there, he says, “Don’t you gotta meet your husband-to-be?”

Shit, she almost forgot.

“Right, the piano,” she says.

Then, Mitch tenses. “Wait…” his face twists in disgust, “Oh, God, is ‘tuning the piano’ code for...?”

It takes her a second to get what he’s talking about.

“Mitch, I will stab you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t wanna hear about it anyway,” he waves her off. “Go do your gross stuff.”

She leaves the basement flustered and ready to strangle Mitch. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and looks around for AJ. He’s still over sitting with James, Willy and Tenn. Determining he’s in good hands, she goes into the school.

---

A week passes before she's able to figure out how to measure Louis' finger.

She comes in after her night shift to see him and AJ still awake and reading a book together. She recognizes the cover as the one Ruby gave her.

"That was so cool!" AJ exclaims. "That wolf came outta nowhere and swish! Off goes its head!"

Louis laughs as AJ chops his hands through the air and jumps off the bed.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Clementine asks.

AJ freezes. "Oh, I couldn't sleep."

"I thought maybe a story would calm him down but it seems that backfired," Louis explains. He closes the book and sets it on the nightstand. This causes AJ to pout.

"C'mon, one more chapter?"

"Sorry, little dude, it's time to get some shut eye."

"But, I'm not tired!"

"We can read some more tomorrow night, okay?"

"Promise?" AJ holds out his pinky, expression serious. Louis hooks their pinkies together.

"Promise."

Then, AJ turns to Clementine. "I'm still not tired, though. Can I go check and see if Tenn's still awake? I'll go on patrol if he's not."

Clementine sighs. "Fine, just don't cause too much trouble."

"I won't!"

He grabs his box of crayons off his desk and hurries out the door.

Louis slips off his jacket and flops down onto their bed. "Now that the small child is gone, and we're alone..." he trails off. Clementine feels her pulse quicken at the suggestive look on his face, but then rolls her eyes when he pulls out his deck of cards from his pocket. “How about we play a game?”

“Another card game, hm?”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” he laughs. He shuffles through his deck, flipping and rearranging them. She joins him on the bed, sitting across from him with her legs crossed. She reaches over and plucks the deck out of his hands.

“How about we mix it up?” She sets the cards on the table.

"What did you have in mind?” he asks.

She smirks. “Close your eyes.”

Louis raises a curious brow up at her. “Don’t think I’ve heard of that one.”

“Just do it,” she says.

“And what happens when I do?”

“You’ll have to close them and see.”

She can see his confidence starting to bend, but he rearranges his position on the bed to be more comfortable and clears his throat to try and hide it. Then, he closes his eyes.

“Keep them closed,” she says. “And no peeking.”

“A little peeking?”

“Nope,” she pinches his arm. “Peek and you lose.” She keeps an eye on his somewhat nervous face as she grabs his hand with the palm facing upwards.

“Uh, remind me,” he blurts out, “what-uh, what are the rules of this game, exactly?”

“You keep your eyes closed,” she says. She uses her pointer finger to trace an L on his palm. Almost immediately, he closes his fist and jerks it away. He covers up a laugh with a cough.

“What-!?”

“Eyes closed!” Clem presses her other hand over his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to spell something out on your hand,” she explains, “and when I’m done you tell me what it is. And you can’t look or pull away.”

“Seriously?” he asks. “Do you have any idea how much that tickles?”

“Well, I didn’t think you were ticklish,” she teases.

“I’m not!” he objects.

She grabs his hand again. “I’ll give you an easy one to start, okay?”

She tries to move as little as possible to pull the string out of her pocket. She traces the L again. His fingers twitch and he grows tense with keeping the laughter bottled up inside him. She carefully spells the rest of his name as well as wraps the string lightly around his ring finger before quickly pulling it off.

“Don’t open them,” she says.

When she’s done, he pulls away again and rubs his hands together. He keeps his eyes closed.

“What did I spell?” she asks him. She ties the string at the measurement mark.

“Louis.”

“Are you sure?” she teases.

“I think I know how to spell my own name, thank you,” he says. “Even with whatever sneaky finger trick you’re trying to pull.”

“Well, I guess you win.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“No.”

“What? Isn’t it your turn?”

“Nope.”

“Darling, I’m starting to think this game’s a little rigged.”

Clementine takes a moment to glance over his face. His brows are knitted with concentration, and she can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She pockets the sting and reaches for his hand again. She absently traces the lines along his palm. His hand twitches again.

“Okay, that’s not even a word,” he complains.

She brings his hand up and kisses his knuckles.

Then, she leans over and kisses his chin, then his cheek. His breath stops before coming out shaky. She kisses his jaw. She lets go of his hand and runs her fingers over the thin fabric of his shirt. They move to his collarbone and his neck. She presses her thumb lightly against his pulse point. It beats hard. His skin is warm.

He carefully grabs her waist.

She traces a heart over his chest.

He tightens his grip on her.

And she finally presses her lips to his with a satisfied sigh.

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The world’s a blur when her eyes flutter open.

She feels relaxed, calm as she weaves in and out of dreamless sleep. The body wrapped around her is warm, tight... and trembling?

And suddenly, she’s cold and awake, and Louis is gasping for air.

Fear runs through her veins as she jolts up. Louis has his head tucked between his knees, shaking and trying to breathe. All that escapes his lungs are short puffs. Her hands are on him immediately, pulling him close even when he flinches away.

“No-” he whimpers.

“Louis,” she whispers, pushing his dreads away from his face, “it’s okay, it’s me.”

He shakes his head. “Shit-” he sobs. He cries are muffled by his arm but Clementine can see how red and wet his eyes are. “-I’m sorry-” she hears him cry, “-I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

She holds him tight against her.

He’d been sleeping so calmly these past few weeks. But, even so, the nightmares always back. They always did for her, too. But, that’s where she and Louis differed. Clementine’s nightmares have become a natural, accepted part of her life. She knows there’s no escape from them.

But Louis… even now, two years later, he still dreams of that woman. Shit, Clementine couldn’t even remember her name or what she looked like, but she knew Louis did. Her name engraved itself into his brain the moment he heard Minerva’s distressed cry at seeing her fall over dead.

She’s tried telling him over and over again that what he did was self-defense, that if he hadn’t done what he did, that woman wouldn’t have hesitated to kill him. Fuck, that woman wouldn’t have hesitated to cut off his hand had AJ not attacked her. In her mind, Louis had no reason to feel so horrified, so ashamed.

“-I didn’t mean to-”

But he did feel those things and she wouldn’t ever ignore that. She wouldn’t ever belittle that.

So, she holds him and let him quietly weep until he physically can’t anymore. She rubs his back and his arms to try and calm his shaking. She whispers comforting words into his ear and kisses his temple, his cheek. She wipes the cold sweat off his brow.

And when they wake up tomorrow morning, she doesn’t say anything.

She watches him move about the room, gathering up his boots and sitting on the bed. He laces them up and rests his elbows on his knees. She doesn’t need to see his face to tell he’s exhausted.

“Clementine?” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

And like that, any doubts about what she wants are gone.

“I love you, too.”

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sieben9 · 7 years ago

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“think lovely thoughts” impressions

::loud and incoherent howling::

...yeah, that's basically the short version.

Nope.

So. Pan? Not Rumple's childhood friend as it turns out! More like childhood enemy, and by that I mean "terrible dad". Looks like we have another contestant in the "Worst Parents" competition. Though I'd say the two very cool moms he got instead make up for some of the awful.

Not much, but some.

Uh... yeah. Under the cut. The usual.

I think I need a cup of tea or something. And yes, this got long again. No surprise there.

This is one of those episodes where I don't know where to start, because everything connects to everything else and it does my head in. Also, still internally screaming.

But I'll give it a go:

So there's tiny little flashback!Rumple, who is too cute for words and definitely too cute to be crying this much.

Please don't...

And he lives in a very red place with his terrible dad who would rather gamble and drink all his money away than be a less-terrible dad. The one good thing he does is give Rumple to two very nice spinster ladies who teach him their craft and are overall incredibly nice to him. Do they ever get names? Because I don't think they do. Anyway, I like them very much and I'm glad tiny Rumple got raised by them the rest of the way.

But before that happens, there is pain.

Just. Pain for everyone. Mostly Rumple, and second-mostly me.

For some reason, the spinners happen to have a magical bean lying around and they give it to tiny Rumple so he and his father can make a new start somewhere else where his father's reputation can't get in the way. Now where have I heard that bef-- it's the same thing as with Rumple and Bae. It's a nasty, vicious parallel and it hurts me.

Also explains a lot about Rumple's abject panic when he saw that portal, but that's a topic for another day.

First, Rumple and his terrible dad go to a place said dad remembered from dreams in his youth. (One he isn't even sure exists. Just... great. That's where you should take your adorable very small child. Sure.) And that place is Neverland. I think at this point it wasn't so much that I didn't know what was going to happen, and more me having my fingers stuck in my ears and going "LALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU" at the top of my voice. Metaphorically speaking, I mean.

Spoiler: didn't help a bit.

You know what? I think pre-DO Rumple turned out remarkably calm and well adjusted, considering this horrorshow. But hooo, boy, does this put some of the Neverland stuff in a new context. And it's not a good one. No wonder the man spent half his time crying on a rock.

Alright. Back in the present: Everything happens a lot.

The two rescue-effort parties meet back up and everyone threatens to stab Rumple which 1) wouldn't have any effect and 2) presumes that they'd get so far as to do the actual stabbing before he turned them all into snails or something. (OK, it probably wouldn't be that simple, but still. There's no scenario where they win this confrontation. Best case would be a draw, I'd say.) To be fair, they all think he's there to kill Henry, and if I'd been camping in a murder-jungle for the last week to save the boy, I'd be a little jumpy at that revelation, too. (Yes, I know that's not the reason; I'm deflecting with humour again)

Bad jokes aside, watching the very real fear on everyone's face, together with Rumple's resignation, because he knew they'd never trust him on this -- really, how could they risk that? -- and how he pretty much begged them to just please let him help was genuinely hard to watch. Though it led to what I am nominating for "best line of the series". Yes, I am aware that there are 4.5 more seasons after this. I don't care.

"You said no magic and I agreed, but I'm not walking in there with nothing but my good looks."

To be fair though, buddy, you totally could. Those are some damn good looks.

So. Neal holds the box to trap his father if he does anything shady (uh, more so than usual, I mean) or magicy and they storm Pan's camp, where Regina puts everyone to sleep after throwing the very best "I don't care that you're immortal, if you question my magic cred again I will stab you through an eye" look Rumple's way. I want a whole episode of these two snarking at each other while solving a season's worth of problems all in one go, please.

Again, I love you both, please don't murder each other

They find Wendy Darling in the camp and as it turns out, she came to help Neal get back. And Neal didn't know. ...I think it's better for him this way, though of course infinitely worse for her. There's really no "win" scenario here, is there? (And, of course, honourable mention to Rumple's devastaded look when he found out that Neal rather told everyone his father was dead than say that he was abandoned. Just... yeah. Everything hurts this episode. Everything.) Either way, she tells them what Pan has planned for Henry: use his heart to make himself immortal, killing Henry in the process. So Pan lied to Henry. What a surprise. As in "none at all".

Oh, by the way, Rumple has agreed to cure Charming's dreamshade situation once they get back to Storybrooke. Permanently. I'd say "that's very nice of him", and in a way it is, but it's very clear he's doing it for his son. Neal very directly twists his arm here, and I love how it illuminates both of their characters. Rumple going from his gleeful "well, a favour for a favour" to "...damnit, OK, yes, pro bono then" and Neal's insistance to help people just because it's right. ::sigh:: I just want them to have a calm moment to work out at least some of their issues. Neal and Rumple have such an interesting dynamic, and we almost never see them not be at odds; it's a crying shame, really.

Long story slightly shorter: They go after Pan and Henry who have entered the skull cave of doom...

And no, that’s not me being dramatic

...where they find out that Pan put up a protection spell that keeps out everyone but Rumple. This is the point where people finally start believing that Rumple doesn't want to harm Henry. And at least Regina knows that Rumple is probably going to his death here. Yes, she threatens him with horrible vengeance if he harms Henry, but there's this air of finality to it, too. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it, but really, with actors like these two, how could I resist?

And while Rumple is off to confront his father (I still cannot BELIEVE this; I hate every single one of you), Emma and Regina decide that hey, since only people without a shadow can pass the barrier, why don't we blot out the moon with magic so none of us have a shadow?

I'm not gonna say it. I'm sure other people will do that for me.

OK, so that confrontation between Pan and Rumple? Pain. So much pain. All the pain. These two play exceptionally well off of each other, and they use it for evil. Well, not evil as such, but you know what I mean. Pan gives the "join me and we shall rule the galaxy" speech, and Rumple... he knows he won't accept. Pan knows he won't accept. But there's this split second where you can see Rumple wishing he were the kind of person who'd want to accept, just so he could have his father back. Cruel as his words were, I don't think piper!Pan was wrong -- Rumple still has a lot of that lost little boy in him.

And then things go out of the frying pan, through the fire and right into the volcano that's under it when Rumple tries to use the box and... it doesn't work. Because Pan has the real one. I was going to call bullshit on that, but then he said "follow the Lady" in that smug tone of his and yes, I accept that that's been properly set up. I also want to strangle Pan with my bare hands. Just to remind everyone.

And then Pan convinces Henry to take out his own heart and "save magic" with it, even if it means staying on the island forever. He leaves out the part where Henry will be staying as a dead body, though.

Shiny.

All of Henry's parents arrive and try to convince him that Pan's lying to him, but Henry's been with Pan for too long. Also, I almost choked when Pan had the gall to say "I'm the only one who's ever been honest to you". There should have been a thunderclap after that universe-sized lie, just for emphasis.

And of course it doesn't work, because this is the episode where everything goes horribly wrong. Henry believes his parents have good intentions, but is also still convinced that he's saving magic and all the worlds out there, as well as Wendy. I think that last bit is at least 70% of his motivation. So he gives Pan his heart and collapses. A scary green powere shoots out from them (like the True Love cursebreaker, but evil), and... cue end of episode.

So, long story short: Henry is dead or dying, everything is terrible and Rumple is in a box.

Pocket-Rumple!

I'd hope that this is a stasis box and that you don't feel anything while you're in there, but for some reason I'm all out of optimism on that front. Y'know, I have a feeling that this is the end of Act 2 of this particular story. Just a thought. Just a wild guess.

This is a very good season. (Please send help)

#ouat #once upon a time #think lovely thoughts #sieben watches ouat #sieben talks #also if you can still hear distant screaming on the wind?#that's me #i still haven't calmed down #this was a VERY GOOD EPISODE

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descendantswrites-blog · 7 years ago

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Hero // Part 2

Harry Hook x Tiana/Naveen Daughter!Reader

Note: So this is a continuation of Hero, where Harry saved the daughter of Tiana and Naveen from Dr Facilier’s son and they kissed in a tree surrounded by alligators in the bayou. This is probably the last part of Hero so I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! I no longer feel bad about going all out because, mydudes, that’s what makes it good. But word of warning, this is very long xx and oh gosh the ending is so bad i have no idea how to fix it

warning(s): mild violence, some make out stuff but that’s pretty much it

prompt: ‘Drabble prompts’

#3 “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

#22 “This is going to hurt.”

#73 “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”

Summary: After the events of Part 1, reader and Harry continue to see other secretly, mostly with him sneaking into the Maldonian palace. Tiana and Naveen finds out, and agrees to send reader to Auradon Prep.

requested by @jugheadismyking

read part 1 here

When you woke the next day, it was to the voice of the pirate you had fallen asleep on, Harry Hook. “Y/N, love, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the bright light. You lifted your head from his lap slowly, slightly confused and drowsy from sleep. Recalling the events of the previous night. You shot up quickly, almost losing your balance from the tree branch, leading Harry to place a steady hand on your arm to prevent you from toppling over.

Just a simple touch from him left you flustered and scrambling for a sentence. “I- What- Where- Good morning?”

Harry chuckled, amused at your state. “Mornin’, beautiful,” he said with a smirk, “you’re cute when you wake up.” This made you roll your eyes, “Yes, I’m sure you’re just so attracted to my bird’s nest of hair and droopy eyes.”

The pirate grinned flirtatiously and said with a wink, “Oh, I’m attracted to much more than that, although your droopy eyes do make me weak in the knees.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing. “Shut up, Hook.”

“Aw, love, but it’s true, you are gorgeous,” he flashed you that grin again and you looked at him, disbelieving. You noticed the tired look in his eyes, behind the familiar mischievous glimmer, and you realise that he probably hadn’t slept at all, unlike you. He’d stayed up all night making sure you were safe.

You looked away, suppressing the shy smirk when you remembered the way he had kissed you after you had laid yourself in his lap. He had leaned down, gently pressing his lips to yours, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You had only known him for a night, but within those hours he had saved your life and you had both revealed more about yourselves than you ever thought you could.

You had become attached to this pirate called Harry Hook.

The two of you made your way down the tree that had sheltered you for a night, traveling through the bayou in the tiny boat. The two of you were squished together in the cramped thing, but it no longer felt uncomfortable. Your journey back to Maldonia was mostly quiet, besides your quiet humming of the song that your mother would sing to you.

You tensed when you were brought back to the issue of your parents’ unknown fate. You were overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. You had spent the whole night talking with someone you had just met instead of saving your parents.

Harry noticed your abrupt stop in humming the melodic tune, and glanced at you. “You alright?” You didn’t answer, only shrugging in response, still lost deep within your thoughts. He sighed, placing a hand on yours reassuringly.

This brought you comfort, but not much. Without your parents, the duty of ruling a kingdom would fall on you, and you knew it wasn’t going to be a task you could handle.

You arrived in Maldonia faster than you expected. Not wanting to waste anytime, you pulled Harry out of the boat with you, and with his hand still grasped tightly in yours, the two of you ran off the docks, through the busy streets of your home country and into the royal castle.

You slowed down slightly when you had neared the throne room. You were now clutching Harry’s hand like a lifeline. Your heart was thumping in your chest. If you opened the doors and didn’t see your parents there, you were sure to faint.

Harry squeezed your hand lightly. It was quite comforting to have him at your side, even just as a friend.

Shaking the nerves away, you pushed through the grand doors. In that moment, you could have sworn your heart stopped. Your parents were indeed alive and well, both sat in their thrones. At the sound of the doors opening, their heads snapped to the doors. Their faces flooding with relief, your parents stood from their chairs.

You broke away from Harry’s hand, dashing across the carpeted floor towards your parents. You enveloped them in the tightest hug you had ever given in your life. “I love you so much,” you choked out, hot tears spilling from your eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come back for you!”

Your father broke away, confused, “Darling, what are you talking about? There was nothing you could have done!”

The hug dispersed with you pulling away after your father. Your mother shook her head, smiling, “No, my love, if it wasn’t for your friend here, we all wouldn’t have made it. Especially you.”

She eyed the boy a few feet away from you, standing awkwardly in the middle of the throne room. He had never actually seen any displays of family affection this intense. The pirate��s eyes flickered up at the mention of him and he struggled to form a sentence in time. He was supposed to be a ‘big, bad’ pirate, yet here he was, stammering in front of the royal family of Maldonia.

Your father chuckled, “Thank you for saving our daughter.” Your mother nodded kindly, “What is your name?”

Harry cleared his throat, glancing at you in between your parents before answering as cautiously as possible.

Your mother clasped her hands in her lap as they sat back down. “I wasn’t aware they were allowing villains into Auradon.”

“Mother, they’re the children of the villains, and they are good people.” You whispered, sending a warm smile to Harry. You were standing in between your parents’ thrones, staring down Harry who was stood in front of you.

He held onto your gaze as your father grinned, “Now, now, Tiana, my love, you gave me a chance all those years ago, it’s only fair we give this boy his.”

Harry let go of his stare on you. He wasn’t supposed to be here, acting like a good little boy, trying to impress your parents. He was the Harry Hook and he was supposed to be sauntering all over the room, wreaking havoc on the peaceful kingdom.

“Thank you, your Highness, but it was the least I could do.” Harry bowed carelessly, causing you to stifle a snicker. He caught your eyes, smirking.

“I do wonder,” your father spoke, glancing between you and the pirate, “what could you two have been doing all night?” Your head snapped to him, a horrified expression painted across your face. With a nervous giggle and a nonchalant wave of your hand, you hop off the steps, landing in front of Harry.

Even with your back turned to him, you could sense the smirk creeping up on his lips. The same lips that you had kissed last night.

“Nothing, Dad! We were just surrounded by alligators in the bayou, y’know how it is!” You were pushing Harry backwards towards the exit, “I think Harry should be getting back to Auradon now, anyway!”

Harry chuckled behind you, catching the knowing look on your father’s face that left you a blushing mess.

Once the throne room doors were closed behind you, you immediately turned to look up at Harry. He was much, much taller than you, easily towering over you. You huffed, “you shouldn’t be enjoying this.”

He let out a giggle, “Oh, but I am!” You rolled your eyes, though not objecting to the kiss he pulled you in for. It was short, but nonetheless filled with emotions. You were unable to hide your smile as you spoke, “Thank you, Harry. For everything.”

He placed his chin atop your head as he pulled you into his chest for a hug, his lean arms wrapping around you. You stayed like that for a while, both of you relishing in the feeling of finally having found someone.

Eventually, you brought Harry to the train station to send him home. You stood on the platform, leaning against him with his arm wrapped around your smaller frame. “I guess this it it,” you said with a sad smile. Harry looked at you, taking in the way your eyes twinkled with every smile and how perfect you looked in his arms.

He brought his face close to yours, enough that you could feel his breath fanning across your lips. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, an excited grin painted on your lips. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “I could come over when I’m not doin’ anything?” He didn’t have many friends at Auradon Prep besides Gil, and he had lots of free time on his hands.

You nod eagerly, happy to have a chance to continue seeing him. With Harry, you were happy and you didn’t want to give that up. “I’ll see you soon then?”

He kisses you in response, smiling against your lips. “Definitely.”

A week goes by, then a month, and almost every day, Harry finds a way into the castle and your room. The two of you weren’t necessarily doing anything bad, you just didn’t want anyone to know of your late night adventures, yet.

You were supposed to meet him outside the castle tonight; he said he had a surprise for you. You didn’t get that far, however, because on your way out, you ran into your mother of all people.

“Mom! Hi! What are you doing out so late?” You laughed nervously, eyes wide. She looked at you, unfazed, “I could ask you the same thing.”

You chuckle, eyes avoiding hers. She wasn’t angry, this much you could tell, which led you to believe that she knew.

She smiled, the same one you had grown familiar with. She turned down the corridor, leading you into the throne room. You sighed, seeing Harry talking to your father in front of his chair. The guards must have found him.

She took her place in the seat next to your father’s and you took yours next to Harry. You only glanced up at him for a split second to see him already looking at you. You looked away quickly, but you knew he had already seen you looking.

“So, Y/N,” your father starts, looking sternly at you, “do you mind telling us what this is?”

Harry was quiet, shuffling his feet. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were dumbstruck. What were you supposed to say? ‘Hey, Dad, meet my new friend Harry he’s been sneaking into my room at night and I kiss him a lot’?

No, that was the last thing you would have said, despite it being the truth. You couldn’t manage to form a sentence, so you just shrugged in response. Your father sighed, “You kids aren’t slick, you know?”

You visibly turn your head to look at Harry, eyes wide. He keeps his eyes trained on the king, ignoring yours. Your father continues, “did you really think our guards wouldn’t see you two?”

You were scared pantless, despite the sweatpants you had on. Your mother noticed this and chuckled lightly, “Sweetie, we’re not mad.”

You let out a breath of relief, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. They had always done this, ever since you were a child. Your father would have been the one to start, stern and seemingly upset, then your mother would reassure you that they weren’t, followed by some sort of life lesson.

“What is it then?” You asked, glancing from your father to your mother. They both had mirroring looks on their faces, like they knew something you didn’t.

“You’re going to Auradon.”

Your jaw dropped at your mother’s revelation. “What?” you yelled, hands flailing, “are you serious?”

Your parents only nod. “It was all your friend’s idea.”

You turned to Harry, not even trying to be discreet anymore. He was finally looking at you, with a smirk on his face. You throw yourself at him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He chuckles into your neck, arms wrapped around you. “Don’t worry about it, princess.”

You had to resist the urge to full on kiss him right then and there, that’s how elated you were. You turned back to your parents. “Are you sure?”

Your mother smiled, “Harry here let us know how lonely you really are here, and we figured you don’t really have anything keeping you here.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. This was possibly the best news you’d heard all year. You were finally going to Auradon Prep, and going to meet new people, and be closer to the pirate that was slowly claiming your heart.

Monday came all too soon and after a tearful parting from your parents, you boarded the train bound for Auradon. You began your new life at Auradon Prep. You did indeed meet new people. Lonnie, daughter of Mulan and Audrey, daughter of Aurora had both taken a liking towards you, and they had quickly become your best friends.

Life at Auradon was different, but in a good way. You no longer had to spend your days in boredom, instead signing yourself up for as many extra activities you could, always showing up to tourney and fencing games. This was your way of making up for lost time.

Harry had become a bigger part of your life than you would ever have expected. He had been the one to show you the ropes around your new school, knowing how difficult it could be to leave your home.

Tonight was one of the nights where Harry would sneak into your dorm and lay with you, just talking. You were sprawled on your bed, your head laid on Harry’s chest. One of Harry’s hands was wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you tight against him. The other was lightly draped across your stomach, tracing patterns and constellations onto your exposed skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him, finger trailing along his jaw. His bright blue eyes look into yours. “You.” He said, voice dropping to a whisper.

You smile, placing a kiss on his jaw. “Oh, yeah? What about?” His eyes flicker down to your lips. “How much I love kissing you,” he says, gently tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. You smiled against him, fingers tracing along his cheekbone. No matter how much he did it, his kisses still made you feel as giddy as a school girl.

“How much I love you,” Harry whispers, his stare boring into you with such intensity. Your heart skipped a beat. It felt as though you were falling through the sky, your heart catching in your chest. You sat up, eyes wide.

In this moment, Harry Hook was scared. More than he had ever felt in his life. He was a hundred percent certain that he did love you, but he wasn’t sure you loved him. People on the Isle didn’t date. He wasn’t even your actual boyfriend; he just kissed you when he wanted to.

You couldn’t wipe the silly smile from your face. Harry Hook loved you. Not the boy from the Isle who was evil because he had to be, not the boy who flirted with anything human for fun; the boy who had saved you from true evil, the boy who had helped make your dream come true.

You didn’t need to think twice before speaking. “I love you, Harry Hook.”

A smile broke onto his face as he pulled you towards him, arms traveling around your waist to pull you closer. Your lips met his in a passionate kiss. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that made your heart flutter. One of your hands moved to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss while the other tangled in his hair.

This was unlike any kiss you two had shared. Everything finally felt right, like something had clicked. You were the definition of happy when you were sat in Harry’s lap, kissing him like it was your favourite thing to do, which it was.

You pulled away, finally, leaning your forehead against his. “Could you be happy, here, with me? I know this isn’t the Isle but-”

Harry silenced you with a soft peck. He looked into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek. “Love, I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

You had explained all about the exact terminologies of ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ that night, since he had told you that people on the Isle didn’t date. His only response to your explanation was, “So that means I’m your boyfriend then?”

After the night where you had both declared your love for each other, you and Harry had become closer than ever, earning endless teasing from Lonnie and Audrey.

You rolled your eyes at them, walking across the courtyard to dinner when Audrey stopped, eyes glued to something you couldn’t see. “Audrey?” Lonnie asked, noticing Audrey abruptly stop rambling about Chad.

You looked to where her focus was, eyes landing on a blonde girl. “What is it, Audrey?”

She narrowed her eyes at the girl. “That’s Annie. She’s been talking crap about all the VKs... and Harry.”

You tensed up, eyes blazing with anger as you stormed up to the ditzy blonde. She looked up, rolling her eyes when she saw you. “Can I help you, your highness?”

You bit back a swear word. “Yeah. If you’ve got anything to say to the VKs, don’t hold back.” You gestured around the courtyard, where Jay was now standing with Lonnie, Mal, Evie and Carlos next to them.

The daughter of Alice giggled, “What, are you all getting a princess to do your dirty work for you now? If you can’t even fight your battles, then you should all go back to the Isle and rot, especially your little boy-toy.”

The following events happened in a blur. You swung out, fist colliding with Annie’s face. Her head snapped back, but as dumb as this girl was, she could handle herself. Where you punched, Annie blindly scratched and flailed. Her nails raked at your skin, but you were too angry to acknowledge the pain, and you felt arms struggle to pull you back from the girl.

You were tempted to kick her hard in the ribs but a voice brought you back to the present, where your boyfriend had his hands on your shoulders, shaking you out of your anger. Your eyes softened, and you sighed, leaving the girl and the fight in the distance.

Harry brought you back to his dorm. The pain had slowly creeped up on you while you were walking and you yelped in surprise at the sight of yourself in his bathroom mirror. There were long, angry red lines running down your cheek, and your lower lip was busted.

“Sit,” Harry murmured, and you obeyed, hopping onto the bathroom counter. He returned a moment later with a first-aid kit in hand, “this is going to hurt.”

He brought a soaked cotton ball up to your lip and you hissed at the harsh sting. Harry stopped, worry evident in his eyes but you shook your head, telling him to continue.

By the end of it, you were all patched up thanks to the handiwork of your boyfriend and you slid off the counter, pressed against him in the small confines of his bathroom.

He wrapped his arms around your body, rubbing your back. “ As much as I love you, darlin’, could you tell me why you would be so stupid to get into an actual fist fight?” Harry was worried, yes, but the glimmer in his eyes showed he was secretly proud of his badass girlfriend.

“Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.” You murmured into his chest with a sigh. He kissed your forehead lovingly. You were a stubborn girl, but that was only one of the million reasons he loved you.

“People are always gonna be sayin’ things about us, y’know?” He said, looking into your eyes, eyebrow raised.

You grinned mischievously, “Well, then, I guess I’ll have to fight them all.”

#harry hook #harry hook x reader #disney descendants #mal bertha #uma descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #carlos descendants #carlos de vil

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machihunnicutt · 7 years ago

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Not Selfish

Chapter 4 (final chapter)

(Or read on ao3.)

Jared answered the door. He looked kind of frazzled and flushed and he grinned wildly as he pulled him inside. "Thank God you're here. We've just been staring at each other and not saying anything for the past 8 minutes."

"That sounds fucking awful why are you smiling."

"Con, he likes us. He likes us and he told me. C'mon." Jared linked his hand in Connor's and Connor felt sweaty and insecure again.

"You're sure he mentioned me?"

"Of course I'm sure asshole. Let him tell you himself."

Evan was standing in the middle of the living room, eyes shifting. He looked like a nervous wreck. "Hey Hansen," Connor said. He hadn't let go of Jared's hand.

"I'm sorry I cut you off Ev but we were kind of planning on asking you something. Can you tell Murphy what you told me?" Jared began.

"I um...I like Jared and I like you. I like you both...r-romantically. I'm not sure I made that clear last time but that's what I mean. Um...so...sorry? I guess, because I think I made it weird but then again I don't know what you guys are going to ask me so you should probably talk and I'll stop talking."

"Um." God his hands were sweaty. He was surprised the hand holding Jared's hadn't simply slipped from his grasp. He looked over at Jared for confirmation. He got it with a nod. "We we're going to tell you that we like you romantically too and ask if you might want to talk about dating."

"Dating both of us," Jared cut in."In case that wasn't clear."

"It was clear," Evan squeaked. And Connor couldn't help but laugh. He'd always kind of hated his laugh. It was too loud and kind of dorky and weird sounding. He'd never brought it up in case other people didn't notice it the way he did. Jared released his hand and punched his arm.

"Is that a yes Ev? Do you wanna try this? Are we all gonna try to date?"

"I've never..." he began.

"Neither have I," Connor cut in.

"Same here," Jared added.

"This is new for all of us Hansen. But it could be great if we try it," Connor said.

"It could be really great," Evan said, chewing on his lip.

"I'm glad you guys think so too," Jared said.

"So yes?" Connor asked.

"Yes," Evan replied. "Yes, absolutely."

"That wasn't so hard was it Kleinman?"

Jared released Connor's hand and instead of punching him like before he wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him close. "You were nervous too dummy don't put it all on me." He was caught off guard by the casual closeness of the gesture and felt his face going red.

"You were nervous?"

"I mean of course I was Ev. You dated a lot of people that weren't us. I didn't think you were interested in me as anything more than a friend. Not that I don't fucking adore being your friend because I do. I love being your friend."

"I love being your friend too," Evan echoed. Jared ushered the two of them to the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I'm sorry I went on all those dates when I could've just been honest with you guys. I was just trying to evade the issue."

"Evasion dating," Connor said with sudden clarity.

"Yes!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Alana rolled her eyes when I called it that."

Connor had gone out with guys to avoid talking to his family. He'd kissed guys in darkened rooms that swirled with smoke when he felt too numb to even be sad or angry. Evasion had never really worked out.

"No I get it. I've been there."

"Well I can roll my eyes at the both of you then," Jared said. He still had his arm tucked around Connor's waist.

"How do you evade things then Kleinman?"

"I eat shitty food, Jared said at the same time as Evan said "He eats shitty food."

"So we should probably talk about all this right? Talk about expectations? Set some ground rules?"

Evan and Jared were looking at him like he had two heads. Holy fuck was he the best communicator in this relationship? This was definitely the first time he could be considered adequately well adjusted.

"I mean...communication is key here right?" He continued cautiously.

"Right," Evan said. He put his hand on Connor's knee and for a second the rest of Connor (save his rational brain) wanted to table the communication bit. "You're right. Why don't you go first?" Jared nodded and Connor shook his head in amusement.

"Alright, I will. My understanding is that we'll see each other but no one else and that we'll go on dates as a trio whenever possible. And we'll uh..." he flushed.

"Approach sex the same way," Jared filled in. "Is that what you were going to say because I'm on board with everything you've said so far."

"Yeah, that's what I was going to say."

"So if one of us is busy it's okay if the other two go out by themselves?" Evan asked. "Because I'm fine with that as long as you guys let me know you're not just leaving me out because you don't want me there."

"Same here. But can we talk about that for a second?" Jared pulled his a back and crossed both arms over his chest. "We're all like...pretty insecure people yeah?"

Connor and Evan nodded.

"I'm still processing the idea that either of you are actually attracted to me...which is something I know I need to work on. But if this is going to work out we probably need to get used to trusting each other and talking about it when we feel insecure about something in the relationship."

"Yes," Evan said. "Y-yes, to all of that."

"Can I just say that I'm finding this healthy communication super hot?" Connor said, because he was. The other two laughed.

"Ev can I kiss you?" Jared asked. "Is it okay if I kiss him first? Or maybe it should be you since I kissed you first? Or oh god, Evan what do you want to do?"

"The order of things doesn't matter a whole lot to me," Evan said.

"Me too." Connor agreed.

"Oh...okay so..."

"If you don't mind then can I kiss you first Jared?" Evan asked.

"Okay," he said. Connor leaned back and the other two adjusted so they were facing each other. Jared leaned in halfway and Evan bridged the rest of the gap. Connor didn't think he'd ever seen Evan kiss anyone before. He looked like a good kisser. It looked like a good kiss. Evan pulled away first, lips looking very pink. Jared looked kind of dazed in a happy kind of way and Connor laughed again.

"Is he giving me a run for my money Kleinman?"

"Not better," he muttered. "Not worse. Just different. Different and really good."

Evan grinned. "Yeah? I thought it was really good too."

"Now kiss Murphy," Jared said. "Go for it. We have to swap notes." Connor had laughed too much today. They were going to get sick of his stupid laugh. Evan kissed him and it was just as nice as he thought it'd be in high school. His insides felt warm and he lifted his hands to cup Evan's face. He felt kind of dumb whenever he did that but it was sort of an involuntary reflex to reach out and touch when he was kissing someone he really liked.

"Damn Evan," he said when they broke away. "We should have done this a long time ago."

"We should've," Jared repeated. "Hey Con, did you know that Evan has never seen Mamma Mia?"

"Holy shit Hansen what have you been doing all your life?"

"That's what I said. Do you want to rent it?"

"So is this l-like a d-date now?"

Jared shrugged. "A pre-date maybe. We can probably do better for our first date."

"Are you ready for Meryl Streep to blow your mind with the music of ABBA?" Connor asked. Evan smiled at him and his nose crinkled in an almost criminally cute way.

"Definitely."

"Great," Jared said. "You queue it up and I'll make the popcorn." He got up to leave but Connor stopped him for a moment.

"Since we talked about talking about insecurities and stuff I thought I'd say...er um, ask. Is my laugh as annoying as I think it is?"

***

Their real first date was at a diner. The split a milkshake three ways (sharing with three straws was more awkward and hilarious than practical). Then Connor and Jared had been really nice in helping him study for his final while they shared sandwiches and fries even when Evan apologized profusely for ruining the mood.

"It doesn't have to be all that different from doing things together before," Connor had said gently. "Just more kissing and holding hands and saying gay shit."

There had been a lot of all of that in the weeks since then. They were on winter break now so many days consisted of curling up on the couch under Evan's big green comforter with hot chocolate and bad movies. They switched off who got to sit in the middle. Evan liked when it was his turn because sometimes Connor fell asleep on his shoulder at the same time as Jared held his hand under the blanket.

He'd told his mom about his boyfriends. He was quite scared to do it but he didn't want to hide things from her and in the end she was nothing but happy for him, albeit initially a bit confused. He'd cried a little that day from nervousness and then relief. They'd had a really nice group hug after that.

Everything seemed nicer with three. Dinner conversation never dragged. Connor and Jared made pasta again, this time under better circumstances. Time spent with the two of them felt warm and open. They didn't sleep in the same bed all the time (Connor had a place of his own and there was a reason three to a bed wasn't considered a long time practicality for adults) but when they did—curled into each other, arms and legs dangling off the edges of the bed at times, Jared mumbling things in his sleep and Connor's face all freckled and soft with sleep—when they did it found ways to be nice.

"Hey honey," Jared leaned over the back of the couch to kiss him. He handed him a mug of mint tea (coffee made Evan too jittery.) and walked around to take a seat beside them. There were only a few days left of their vacation and Evan really didn't want to deal with class again. "Are you stressing about school already?" Jared asked gently.

Evan tried to wipe the worried expression off of his face with limited success. "A little. I'm always stressed about school but it's worth it. I worked so hard to be here and I'm not going to let myself get in my own way. And I know I'm not alone." He glanced over at Jared and gripped the warm mug tighter.

"You're not. I'm proud of you Ev."

"Thanks. I think I'm proud of me too."

"I was thinking we could get dressed and then ambush Murphy, who I will bet you five bucks is still sleeping and take him to brunch."

"Deal. I think that's an excellent idea. Your boots aren't all wet from yesterday are they?"

"A little. They're shitty snow boots. I need new ones."

"You should wear some of my thick socks. I've got an extra pair."

"You need new boots too doofus. You're feet are always ridiculously cold even with socks."

"Take my socks. And I'm going to borrow your sweatshirt."

"That's not really mine I stole it from Connor," Jared smirked at him. "Now isn't this all just sickeningly domestic?"

"Shut up, you like it."

"Yeah I like it."

"Am I allowed to text Connor or does that mean I'm cheating on the bet?"

"One text, no call. I'm gonna take a shower, leave in 20?"

"Sure." Jared left and he pulled out his phone

To Connor <3 :

I get $5 from Jared if ur awake. See u soon :D

***

It was another party. Evan was talking to another guy across the room but this time he was balancing three cans of soda, one of which was for Jared, the other for Connor.

"It's like we're back to the beginning," Connor said wistfully from his place beside Jared.

"I'm still not going to get high with you on a stranger's porch if that's what you're trying to get at babe."

"That's not what I mean Kleinman," he laughed. He was doing more of that now that they were all dating. "I mean we're here, alone together, thinking about how much we like him..." Jared raised an eyebrow. "At least I am. But this time it isn't sad or angry. This time we're all here together." Connor kissed him on the cheek in a truly sappy fashion and he grinned.

"We're probably going to have some horrible fight soon. We're due for one."

"I'm sure we will." Jared's expression grew murky and Connor continued. "But we'll get through it. The three of us have gotten through a lot of shit. I think collectively we've gotten through a shitload of shit."

"What are we talking about?" Evan asked,

"Murphy's Littlest Pet Shop collection."

Evan's face lit up. "I loved Littlest Pet Shops."

"I don't have Littlest Pet Shop collection."

"C'mon you at least had a turtle. The turtles are the cutest. I bet you traded some kid a Lunchables dessert for it. Don't look at me like that Con you were definitely a Lunchables kid if not in physical Lunchables then in spirit."

"I beg to differ Jared, I think the iguana's the cutest."

"But he's a Lunchables kid right Ev?" Evan handed him a can of Mountain Dew and Connor an Orange Fanta, keeping the Sprite for himself.

"We were talking about how different things are since the last party we all went to and how nice it is to be here as boyfriends and not pining losers. I mean that endearingly of course."

"Of course," Jared repeated with an eye roll.

"And then Kleinman got worried about a hypothetical future fight."

"Well when you say it like that it sounds dumb."

"Exactly." Connor's eyes crinkled. His hair wasn't as greasy anymore, not that he really minded it greasy in the first place.

"We'll probably fight," Evan said contemplatively. "But a relationship is like a garden y'know. No matter what you do you're gonna get weeds. That doesn't mean all your tomatoes and marigolds aren't worth it."

"I love it when you hit me with those plant analogies," Jared said.

"He can drop a sick plant analogy."

"My boyfriends are such dorks."

Maybe Jared Kleinman was more than a joke. Maybe three people who all felt a little broken and worthless at times could find something nice and good and whole together. Maybe that wasn't selfish at all.

#awi's fic #dear evan hansen #deh fic #sincerely three #evan hansen #jared kleinman #connor murphy #treebros #kleinsen #conman #not selfish

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theguywiththesixthsense-blog · 7 years ago

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-x Day 24 x-

I slept till 1 today which i absolutely hate about today but my body was super weak yesterday so meh..

From maghrib time today i have been outside running in the heat constantly moving around. At first i walked all the way to the computer market then went to a mosque nearby to pray isha cz all shops are closed during ramadaan from maghrib to isha and then prayed 4 rakah tarawi and went out to buy a router and cable so i can bring the internet from downstairs to my house. Why ? because this is the 4th time this month my internet gave up on me and im honestly sick of calling up STC and complaining at this point. Anyways so my body still hurts a lot and that is why i am blogging so late today. After i bought everything which btw was amazing i mean the price i got for the items Alhamdulillah so i came home and set everything up internet was working fine Alhamdulillah for a while and then all of sudden it just goes off and im sitting here wondering uh-oh now dad will kill me and never let me take a line from others ever again. Cz he was against the idea as usual but i wanted to show him the difference between fibre and normal line. So i can convince him to keep this one but as you can already tell not a good start so far. So im not entirely sure what went wrong im assuming someone from downstairs unplugged my wire by mistake anyways have to check that but they are not at home atm so im waiting and its 12:56 am now. Seems like my plan of sleeping early and waking up early and going out for a walk to work out isn't starting tomorrow either. *sigh*.

Have to talk about two things first is referring to my last blog before leaving riyadh for Makkah about why i get so broken and dead inside before going to Makkah. well theres a couple of reasons actually

1) There are two events that took place in my life which i think shaped my personality a lot, and both of these events just happen to be about a trip to Makkah. First one was way back when i was tiny. I think i was only 3 years old or maybe even younger not sure, when my parents decided, well more like my Dad decided, to leave me at his relatives house and go for Hajj. Yes, they left, a 3 year old who probably just learned that people other than his parents exist in this world, in a completely new house that this kid has never been in before. I don't remember much about the experience but i remember few things like the fact that i didn't eat or drink anything for two days because i was confused and angry at my mom as to why she would leave me like this. Anyways that without a doubt messed up my mind a lot especially during that age when my brain was supposed to develop and my personality was just starting to take shape.

2) Another event was a couple of years ago actually when i was in Grade 7 or 8 maybe not entirely sure. Before stating this i should probably state a few facts about me. I never lived alone on my own never in my life. I always had my mom with me wherever i went never had to stay away from her in my life until this even happened... So my Dad ( haha surprise surprise its him again ) yeah so he decided that his son who never lived alone in his life before can now automatically learn to live without his mom and not only that but he can also adjust to a completely new environment for 5 days straight without his mom. Basically what he did was he sent mom to BD without me. First night itself was hell for me i remember talking to mom before she took off and then just couldnt hold back my tears i cried all night that day alone in my room. Anyways morning rolled up and instantly got busy playing and stuff so it wasn't so bad until ( surprise surprise its him again ) my Dad told me that he wants to go pray 40 salahs with the first takbeer in Makkah and he wants me to go with him. I mean i was very little and i didn't really care much or understood what i was getting myself into at that point. So yeah 5 Days from Zuhr to Isha after tarawi ( yeah this was during ramadaan ) i had to be in the mosque with him sitting at one place because if we leave he won't be able to get the next salah with the first takbeer. There was no internet no nothing which meant all i could think off was mom at that point and no i wasn't even given a chance to talk to my mom. I specifically remember him telling me once when i just couldn't take it anymore and i burst out crying to him saying i miss mom, he replied by arguing and saying why do you miss her ? she is enjoying herself in bd she isn't thinking about you stop thinking about her so much... Anyways so from Zuhr till tarawi no food no chance to keep my brain busy so i don't miss mom so much. This went for 5 days straight so just imagine what my developing brain was going through at this point. Anyways 5 days are over and now its time to go to Madinah where he wants to spend two days before heading back to riyadh. This is when i fell awefully sick and he had to leave the next day back to riyadh. Because for him 'mental health' is a myth. Only when you are physically ill is when you need to take action.

3) This one has a lot to do with her. The time span of my life during which i met her was a crucial part of me 'growing up'. When i met her i fell for her instantly and surrendered myself completely to her and handed her my heart completely. She became a part of everything in my life. Eating, Drinking, sleeping, everything... She was 'home' for me. Everytime i am away from her i would feel homesick. I would feel aweful like im missing a big part of me. And what i mean by 'away from her' is basically going away from doing something that i do regularly on a daily basis, because like i said... she was home. So that means whenever i would do something out of ordinary it would kill me to not have her beside me doing whatever im doing, with me. My mind had become set to the fact that as long as she was with me nothing in this world could scare me, but if she isn't there with me, i become empty... homeless. So whenever i travel away from home i get all those feelings always.

So yeah all three of those reasons combined would be the cause of me falling into a pitfall of depression whenever the time comes for me to go to Makkah, or anywhere away from home.

I was supposed to blog about my trip to Makkah but i am exhausted already after typing all these >_<

Its 2:00am already ugh no sleep today i guess. I'll watch the rest of Re:Zero now in bed and fall asleep if i feel really sleepy. Self reminder : Still have to pray witr so make sure you pray Tahajjud today.

Just wanted to mention the fact that Alhamdulillah i am up to date with reading the Quran and trying to finish it during Ramdaan. I am actually proud of myself for once that so far i have manged to stay on course. I fixed a rule that i am going to read 5 pages after every salah NO MATTER WHAT. So i made sure i did that and mashaAllah i managed to keep it consistent so far. I just made sure i dont give into ANY whispers at all from shaytaan while im reading it. 'lets leave these 2 pages for the next salah' or 'lets leave this 1 page only for next salah its okay its just one' or even 'lets leave these 5 ayats onlyyy' NOPE not giving into you shaytaan not this time. I know how your tricks work. Start by something slow and then get to something big later. N-O-P-E .

May Allah protect us all and give us strength to ignore shaytaan's whispers.

PS: i really do want to a lot more than just reading the Quran. I really need to read tafseer. Its actually quite interesting.

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themurphyzone · 8 years ago

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Mayor Murphy Ch 3

This story is also being posted under the crossover section under Milo Murphy’s Law/Animal Crossing on FFN.

Ch 3- Nook’s Homes

The buildings surrounding Nook’s Homes were boarded up, falling apart from disrepair. Even the shops that were open looked small and crammed together. They found Nook’s Homes to the left of the post office. The exterior shone a crisp blue and white, in stark contrast to the rest of the street.

A bell fell on Milo’s head as he pushed open the door, rolling across the floor until stopping at a raccoon’s feet. “Ah, hello! Welcome, welcome! You’re the new mayor, correct?” he said.

“I guess? Are you Digby? Isabelle said he designed the penpal program and that we should go speak to him if we have any questions. Which we do,” Milo said.

“No, no!” the raccoon laughed jovially. “I’m Tom Nook, the owner of Nook’s Homes! I was once a humble shopkeeper who generously provided a selection of items for our villagers to peruse, but then I decided to think bigger! So I established Nook’s Homes, for all our real estate needs! Oh, and who are your friends?”

“This is Sara, my older sister! And my best friends, Melissa and Zack,” Milo pointed to the others. “And my name is Milo!”

Tom Nook nodded. “I see, I see. Well, I suppose helping you scout out a location for your new home can wait for a bit. Digby is currently at the main office, so we can handle your business there. Feel free to look around the shop while you wait. I need to call the main office to let them know we’re coming.”

He disappeared around the back, whistling cheerfully. Melissa examined a model of a purple roof, her eyes falling on the price tag. “I think those Bells everyone keeps mentioning are the currency here. Do you think they have a currency exchange somewhere?”

“Hey, guys!” Milo pointed at a scaled down model of a mansion, a train similar to the one that brought them to Fortuna chugging in between the windows. “Look at this train!”

“Milo, maybe you shouldn’t-” Too late. The entire model crumbled into plaster as Milo picked the train up to show off to his friends. “-touch it.” Sara finished lamely.

Milo carefully set the train down. “Oops.”

“Yes, yes! I have the keys so let’s-GREAT AXES OF SERENA!” Nook’s face changed from disbelieving to mortified to fury in the span of ten seconds. “I leave you kids alone for less than five minutes and you break a very important model!”

“Sorry, Mr. Nook,” Milo apologized. “These kinds of things tend to happen a lot.”

Nook sighed. “Fine, fine. Those models aren’t exactly cheap though. But, as I understand, it was purely an accident. Because I’m a generous raccoon with the heart of a two bedroom, two story duplex, I’ll let this little incident pass.”

“That’s a relief,” Melissa murmured.

Nook led the group towards a back street, where a long set of stairs rested on the brick road. “This entire road is called Main Street,” he explained. “Up these stairs is what we call Central, the point where the entire time stream in Crossing Valley meets and animals can go in and out as they please. It used to be just a grassland, but thanks to my grand designs and hard-working employees, we are constantly developing the place to suit all our needs.”

They passed through a translucent wall at the top of the stairs, and the air rippled around them, shimmering until they were deposited on a brick road.

“I thought you said you were developing the place?” Melissa asked, taking in the various empty lots that were roped off to outsiders.

“It’s a recent idea. We’ve mostly been dealing with building villager homes, and let me just say, some of them have-ah-very curious ideas for their places of residence,” Nook grimaced.

“How curious?” Sara asked.

Nook gave her a funny look. “Egbert wanted to be surrounded by even numbers.”

“Well, it makes dividing a lot easier,” Milo mused.

“Yes, yes, moving on now. Here is the main branch of Nook’s Homes!” Nook opened the door, revealing a ton of smiling employees. “Everybody, I’d like to present Fortuna’s new mayor, Milo! And his sister and friends!”

“Bang! Great to meet ya, new mayor!” an elderly otter grinned, reminding Milo of a very shrewd door to door salesman. “Name’s Lyle! Just talk to your new uncle if ya ever need anything!”

A pink otter frowned. “Aw, I’m supposed to be your favorite, Uncle!”

“Of course you are, Lottie!” Lyle chuckled. “No one could ever replace you!”

“Yay!” she grinned.

A brown and white dog smiled. “Yeah, you’re one of the best we’ve got.”

Lottie’s throat seized in what appeared to be a high pitched squeal, but she quickly stopped herself, blushing. “Thanks, Digby.”

“Digby, these young folk have some questions about the penpal program you’ve done an excellent job managing,” Nook said.

“Let’s start with the basics,” Melissa suggested. “What is this program about?”

“It started when Tortimer retired, you see,” Digby said. “It triggered a disruption in the time stream, splitting into a new branch of towns where humans can become mayor and decorate the town as they please. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of towns at different points in time. For example, there are towns in which Tortimer is still the mayor and Mr. Nook was still a small time shopkeeper. And where Isabelle and I don’t exist.”

“As fascinating as learning more about the time stream is, you still haven’t explained the penpal stuff,” Sara responded.

“I’m getting there. As more towns popped into existence, the amount of villagers exploded. There were many arguments over who got to move where, so in order to help I began thinking of ways to increase the maximum amount of animals that could live in one town.”

“And the final result was the penpal program?” Zack asked.

Digby nodded. “You guys sure catch on fast! The penpal program is just one part of it though. It gave us a way to exchange letters and make new friends without being limited to just a single town! Rover was instrumental in delivering letters to humans. He’s something of an anomaly, you know. For some reason, he’s able to go out in the human world when the rest of us are limited to Crossing Valley.”

Sara excitedly bounced in place. “What if we solved the mystery of the time stream for you? Milo and I have nearly an encyclopedic knowledge of Dr. Zone and all things time travel. We could help!”

“Dr. Zone? What is she talking about?” Lottie asked.

“Just a show they like,” Melissa answered, listening to Milo gush about the symbolism of different clocks within the series. “Digby, you said the penpal program was one part. What’s the other?”

“With instincts as sharp as yours, you’d be a good addition to the team!” Digby said. “The other part is what I like to call Roomies. If two animals shared a home, then the amount of villagers that could move in will double! And that would definitely make things a lot more interesting! It took some adjusting, but we’ve managed to adapt our homemaking styles to accommodate two animals.”

“And this leads us to assigning roommates,” Nook added. “I trust you’re somewhat acquainted with your pen pals, yes? Because with the exception of the mayor, you will be rooming with them.”

“Wait, why does Milo get his own house? What about the rest of us?” Zack complained.

Nook folded his stubby arms. “I’m throwing away a good business opportunity, but the mayor gets certain privileges, which includes his own home. However, he will have to pay for the home mortgage just like everyone else.”

Sara poked a finger at him accusingly. “You are not giving my little brother a debt he needs to pay off. For goodness sake, he’s not in college yet!”

Nook shoved her finger away, bewildered. “No, no! You misunderstand me! The mortgage can be paid off at your own pace. No deadlines at all.”

“You have a very strange society,” Melissa said.

“I kind of like it,” Milo shrugged.

“Bam! Is that not how it works for ya humans?” Lyle asked.

Zack shook his head. “You pay, get evicted, or suffer horrible consequences. That’s the way we do it.”

Lottie gasped. “That sounds awful!”

“Getting back on topic,” Nook cleared his throat. “Melissa, you’ll be assigned to Diana. Sara, you’re with Cesar. Zack, you’ll be with Del. They’re all aware that you’ll be rooming with them for a while. As for Milo, you need to scout out a location for your new home.”

“Pick a location? I wouldn’t know where to begin!” Milo exclaimed.

“Don’t pick anywhere near a cliff,” Sara advised. “Or where there’s potential for falling rocks. Or near trees.”

“There’s plenty of nice, open spaces,” Zack added. “Look, if you can’t decide, we’ll help you out.”

“Yeah, come on,” Melissa said, nudging Milo. “And we’ll cover for the cost of any damages that will inevitably occur.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you!” Lottie indicated a pile of luggage stacked by the door. Milo hadn’t even noticed their belongings. “Sorry, I knew we should have left a note. By the way, who had the black bag with the hearts? I love the design.”

“That would be mine,” Melissa slung the bag across her shoulder. “It was on sale.”

“Even the Able Sisters don’t sell that sort of thing!” Lottie exclaimed. “Come back and visit me when you’ve settled in!”

“Don’t forget about ol’ Lyle! Bang!” Lyle smirked, adjusting his glasses.

“If you have any more questions, please come by anytime!” Digby waved.

After the round of goodbyes, they made their way back to Fortuna and immediately began scouting for a location. Milo ruled out the northeastern portion of town due to Diana and Coco’s homes being set up next to a peach tree orchard. He didn’t want their houses crushed by those lovely trees.

“What about over here?” Melissa suggested, standing in an open spot next to a large gray boulder. “You get a clear view of the river!”

Zack flinched. “Or you could just not choose a house next to the river! What if man-eating fish came to kidnap you in the middle of the night? Have you seen dead mackerel eyes? Cause I sure have! These things stick with you!”

“Did you have a bad experience at a fish market?” Melissa asked.

“No, but one day we’ll wind up being in one. Just you wait,” Zack retorted.

“Being in a fish market could be fun,” Milo said. “I mean, what’s not to love about fresh seafood? Unless you’re allergic, or have crippling ichthyophobia, or seagulls trying to steal whatever you buy....”

Melissa placed her hand over his mouth. “I don’t think you’re helping your case.”

“Young man,” Nook interrupted. “Fishing is a favorite hobby of many in Crossing Valley. It’s also a reliable Bell-making method.”

“Well, fish all you want. I just don’t want them near me,” Zack shuddered.

Taking out a meter stick, Sara measured the distance between the river and Milo’s position. She laid it down five times, then stopped when the stick lined up with his heels. “I’m not sure if I like this area. The scenery’s great, but you’d be at risk for flooding.”

Milo nodded. “We’ll keep trying.”

Finding no satisfactory locations north of the river, they crossed the remaining bridge and found a location near Town Hall that seemed perfect. Far away from falling rocks, the river, and not near any trees. Marshal’s house was close enough by in case Milo needed any help too.

“Yes, yes!” Nook exclaimed. “So is this where you’d like to build your new home?”

“Yup! Final decision!” Milo replied.

Nook set up a rope that blocked off the area, only for the material to slip off the stakes. He tried again, and three of the stakes toppled over. He frowned. “That’s peculiar. I’ve never had this much trouble before with setting these up before. My Junior Tanuki skills must be rusty.”

“May I?” Sara offered. Nook decided to take a much needed break. “Milo, the adhesive please.”

He tossed a package of heavy duty duct tape to her, and she applied nearly the entire roll to all the knots. “There, that should hold it down.”

“I’m just going to let you handle the tent as well,” Nook said, fanning himself. “Would one of you mind getting me a peach? I can’t conduct proper business on an empty stomach.”

“A tent? I thought you were building a house?” Sara glared. “Don’t scam us, you trash-rooting, greedy little fluffbutt.”

Nook gasped, steam pouring out of his pointy ears. “How dare you compare me to common raccoons! My family hasn’t rooted people’s trash in generations. Besides, I need time to calculate the total cost for the land, materials, and building costs. If you swing by my office tomorrow, I can tell you the amount you’ll owe so we can get started on your house.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Melissa muttered.

“Yes, yes. Well, you still need a place to live,” Nook dismissed their concerns with a wave of his hand. “Hence the tent. Oh, and I almost forgot.” He pulled a wooden mailbox out of nowhere and set it up near the front. “You can also start receiving mail now! As for the rest of you, there are mailboxes set up in front of the animal’s house you’re rooming in. Though this would make it harder on Pete. Poor guy can never deliver letters and packages right.”

Isabelle came running as soon as Sara and Milo finished setting up the tent. To everyone’s surprise, the tent only collapsed twice. “Mayor!” she shouted, panting heavily. “I see you’ve found somewhere to live now! That’s great! Oh, and Mr. Nook too? You rarely come into the main part of Fortuna.”

“A special occasion, Isabelle,” Nook replied.

“Yes, of course!” Isabelle yipped. “Speaking of occasions, I completely forgot to mention there’s a big party being set up in the Plaza as we speak. And K.K Slider’s there too!”

“What’s the party for?” Zack asked.

“A big celebration in honor of our new mayor! There’ll be food, music, but the big finish is planting the tree in the middle of the Plaza! Oh, and it’s a great way to meet the villagers! You’ve glimpsed them before, but you don’t really know them that well yet, do you?” Isabelle was talking so quickly all her words almost slurred together.

“A party sounds great!” Milo cheered. “Best welcoming gift ever!”

“Yes, yes. Well, I need to finish up at the office,” Nook shook Milo’s hand. “Nook’s Homes opens at 10 sharp tomorrow. Stop by so we can discuss your total cost, hmm?” Humming lightly, he plucked a peach off a nearby tree and snacked on it as he headed back to Main Street.

Sara balled her fists. “I’m going with you tomorrow, Milo. Just so that sneaky raccoon can learn a lesson or two.”

“He’s always like this on business,” Isabelle said. “I know he seems like he just wants your money, but without him we wouldn’t have all our public buildings to make life a little more enjoyable. Sable would vouch for him. She’s one of his biggest supporters.”

“Okay, I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt,” Sara growled. “For now. If he charges anything outrageous, then I don’t know what I’m gonna do, but I promise it won’t be anything good.”

“Sara, it’s fine,” Milo said. “Don’t worry about me! I mean, if you still want to come, that’s all right.”

“He’s fair,” Isabelle added. “For now, come with me! We need to officially make you mayor!”

“It’s a good thing we packed those party hats,” Melissa stuck a blue party hat on Zack’s head.

Zack retaliated with a party popper to Melissa’s face. “Aside from the fish, this place is growing on me.”

Sara is like one of those people who claim Nook is evil.

Isabelle, you’re adorable and I love you but you need to tell them important things okay?

Zack’s ichthyophobia rears its head.

Some of the Happy Home Designer requests are weird as heck.

#milo murphy's law #animal crossing #new leaf #isabelle tell them important stuff #sara is like those people who claim Nook is evil #mayor murphy

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I might edit this slightly in the future, but I like this as it is right now~

Saeran X MC Valentine’s gifts!

You loved how things seemed to be fitting perfectly into place as you settled into a normal life with your boyfriend, Saeran. Well, it was more like as Saeran settled into a normal life. Your life was rather normal, beside the few weeks of absolute strangeness when you had joined the RFA. Saeran was trying to adjust to how simple your life was in comparison to life at Mint Eye. No taking drugs (except his prescribed medications, which he hated with every fibre of his being but was able to take with your support), no praying to the saviour or anything, and what’s more, you were able to sleep in the night and be awake through the day, rather than sleep whenever you felt tired…

But tomorrow was going to be an even better day than usual, and there was one reason why.

Chocolate.

Saeran was a sucker for any form of candy. Valentine’s Day was approaching, and that meant that chocolate was being sold almost everywhere that you looked. How better to make your candy loving boyfriend feel better with his adjustments to this new life than to give him chocolate to show that you loved him?

The thing was… You had no idea which sort of chocolate Saeran would love most.

Chocolate with pieces of fruit in? Nutty chocolate? Truffles? Maybe a selection box of chocolate? White chocolate, dark chocolate, good old milk chocolate? It was tempting to buy them all, but you knew that would be better saved for after Valentine’s Day because surely the chocolate would be highly discounted after that point.

You knew exactly how you were going to give them to him though… They were going to be given to him in the first thing in the morning, wrapped up as a little gift… He always had nightmares as he slept, so a gift of chocolate would be nice for him to wake up to if he had another bad dream.

Then you looked at the selection box of chocolates on the store shelf in front of you, before grinning and nodding. “I’ll get him that. It’ll be easy to wrap too!”

You woke up almost as soon as the sun started rising in order to make sure that your gift for Saeran was ready. You did slightly change your plans though… As well as the box of chocolates, you were going to make Saeran a drink of hot chocolate too, topped with cream and colourful sprinkles. You were absolutely excited to see his reaction to all of this when you woke him up…

A wide smile was on your face as you made your way through your shared apartment towards the bedroom, before slowly pushing the door open. Saeran was still lying exactly where he was when you had woke up, but he was currently clawing at the blankets where you should have been. Due to that, you gently placed the tray with your surprise for him on a chest of drawers, and gently shook his shoulder.

“Saeran… Hey, Saeran…” You were quiet with your calls for him, as you knew that if you were too loud, Saeran would have a rather violent wake-up. “Saeran, it’s about time that you woke up…”

It took a few minutes of quiet whispers and light taps in the shoulder to get Saeran to wake up, and seeing him rubbing his eyes as he sat up whilst slouching in bed was strangely… adorable. Of course, he was still wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday which Saeyoung had got for him as soon as he was released from the hospital a few months back. That may have been contributing to the cuteness, as much as it was a slight bit unhygienic…

Saeran eventually glanced up at you, and yawned quietly. “What is the time…? The room is still dark…” He mumbled, not aware that you hadn’t opened the curtains yet. It was shockingly bright outside, so perhaps it was good that you had kept them closed…

“It’s… About seven thirty, Saeran,” you stated, before happily strolling back over to the drawers to take hold of the chocolate and the drink which you had made for him. “I had to wake you up because I got you this!”

You were grinning as you sat down on the bed, and passed him the wrapped box and drink. “It’s… not my birthday. Not for another few months.”

“It isn’t a birthday gift, Saeran! Today is the fourteenth of February, also known as Valentine’s Day! You do things like give gifts to somebody who you love, specifically chocolate! I thought, that seeming as this is your first proper Valentine’s Day… I’ll get you a gift, and seeing you happy is enough of a gift for me.” As you said that, Saeran gave you a wide-eyed glance, before he slowly tore at the heart adorned paper which wrapped up the box of chocolates.

Moments later, you heard Saeran attempt to form words, but nothing came out. Eventually, you noticed the corners of his lips turn up slightly, and that was more than enough of a reaction for you. “I… Thank you…” Saeran then took hold of his drink, and took a small sip of it. “It’s nice…”

You nodded, before then stretching your arms out. “You can go back to sleep now, if you want. I just wanted to give you this gift. I’ll be in the lounge if you want me though, okay?” With that, you left the room. Saeran waited for the door to close before he opened the box of chocolates and smiled even wider at the different pieces of chocolate, and also at the little note you had written in the lid.

‘Love you, Saeran! Happy Valentine’s Day! xx’

Saeran then sighed, and reached out for his phone which was just at the bedside, and loaded up his contacts list. He could not believe he was having to make this call…

“Huh? I wasn’t expecting a call at this time of the morning… How are you, little twin bro?”

“… I need help. I got woke up to be given a box of chocolate because it is ‘Valentine’s day’ or whatever the hell it is… And she was being really sweet, and saying that me being happy was enough of a gift for her… So… I, uh… Damn it, I can’t believe I’m actually asking this… But could you help me do something, Saeyoung?”

At about midday, Saeran seemed to be digging through piles of paperwork of yours to do with the RFA and other miscellaneous stuff. That paperwork you didn’t mind him making a bit of a mess of, as you intended to get Jaehee’s help to properly sort it at some point anyway, not to mention as it wasn’t confidential, you had no reason to worry.

Eventually, Saeran seemed to find what he was after, and took a quick photo of the paper before putting it back into its position in the pile. With that, he grinned and then sat down next to you with his box of chocolates. “Want one?”

“No, it’s yours, silly!” You insisted that he didn’t give you any of his chocolate, yet somehow you found yourself pinned down on the sofa with Saeran holding a piece of chocolate between his teeth and a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

You finally had accepted the chocolate from him when there was a knock on the apartment door, and Saeran sat up with a grin on his face. “I’ve got somewhere that I need to be. See you later.”

Little did you know that it was Saeyoung at the door, ready to take Saeran to get a gift for you in return for the chocolate.

“You’re really sure about this, Saeran? I never thought that you would be the sort of person who would-“

“Yes. It’s allowed in the rules of the apartment building, and- Hey… Look at those little guy…” Saeran stopped walking, and kneeled down when he noticed two little black bundles nearby. “They’re cute…”

Saeyoung blinked, before a wide grin formed on his face. “They might just be cuter than Elly!”

“She’s called Elizabeth 3rd. I should’ve asked Jumin to come with me instead now, thinking on it…” Saeran then moved his hand closer to the two kittens who now had their full attention on him. “Fuck, they’re cute… They’re really cute…” It wasn’t long until the kittens were meowing loudly as they played with his fingers, and everybody nearby looking at the other pets in the pet store were looking on in awe.

Then Saeyoung grinned, and went over to one of the store employees. “Excuse me… I believe that my brother there may be interested in buying those two kittens.”

You could feel yourself falling asleep by the time that Saeran returned to the apartment about two hours after he had been digging around in the paperwork. You somewhat regretted waking up early, but seeing the happiness in Saeran’s face with his gift was worth it. He had quite a few bag with him, so you gave him a confused look. You did go to ask if he needed help sorting out whatever was in it, but your hands got batted away.

“No. You’re not allowed to see what is in there yet,” Saeran mumbled before turning around. “I’ve got Saeyoung waiting with two more things, so I’ll be back in a second.” He then turned to head towards the door, but stopped. “Don’t you try snooping in the bags before I come back with the rest of the stuff.”

So, you were left in complete confusion over what was in the bags for the two minutes which Saeran was away. When he did return though, you heard something like a little bell and then Saeran trying to shush whatever had set off the bell. He then went and looked at you with a bright blush on his face, and he timidly looked away.

“Um… I was looking through your paperwork before to look at the apartment building rules… And… U- Um… IgotusbothtwolittlekittensandI- I…” Then your eyes widened when you noticed two pairs of golden eyes peering out from over the top of his arms.

“Oh my god… Kittens?!” You jumped up, and eagerly took hold of one of them. “They’re so cute…”

“Y- Yeah… Um… H- Happy Valentine’s D- Day…”

#mari's mysme writings #mystic messenger #mysme

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