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chironshorseass · 3 years ago

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For a writing prompt-

“The idea you had of me, who was she” (hehe yes the Taylor Swift quote) for anything Annabeth please and thank you 💗

And happy holidays!

this got out of hand reaaal quick but happy new year, gracie!!!

an au where annabeth runs away with luke, like he asked her to before botl. tw implied gaslighting

the restaurant is the same as she remembered, white-clothed tables and shiny, black booths looking out at manhattan through fogged windows.

she remembers quite well, actually, that time when she’d turned thirteen and percy had stolen her from camp so she could get a taste of the burgers here. it feels like a lifetime ago. six years later, she sits on the same table, watching the snow fall just as she fell when the war commenced and nothing felt right in the world.

��you look like someone’s just died,” comes a voice, deep and smooth as silk.

she doesn’t recognize it. not at first. in fact, she didn’t even realize that the person is addressing her, of all people. after all, she is expecting percy and no one else, bouncing her foot under the table like she’s sixteen on the shut-gun seat of a stolen car—biting her nails like she’s fifteen and waiting for the gods to notice. waiting for the world to notice her betrayal and call her out with their rancid tongues and kill her with their flaming eyes. so no, she will not indulge some stranger as she waits for the pin to drop, unless it’s percy—

“what the hell,” she says, because, honestly. what the hell.

this is no stranger. he slides on the booth in front of her and smiles. he smiles, and she knows for a fact that this is no stranger. she’s taken back to six years ago, licking the sides of her ice cream sandwich as percy rowed a canoe, taking them to the middle of the lake where no one could see his crooked grin once he’d catch sight of her stained mouth, sticky with ice cream. no one would hear his crooked sense of humor or appreciate the way his eyes would twinkle under the hardened afternoon sun. but she did. and she does so, now.

percy jackson, eighteen and with those same, twinkling eyes, gives her that same, crooked smile. he was always too beautiful for the drabness of the world.

“seriously,” he starts. “you look like someone’s just died.”

“what the fuck happened to your voice?” is all she can say, and really, someone should’ve applauded. save her from the embarrassment.

“no ‘how are you?’” percy says. mainly as a joke. all these years and she still knows what that eyebrow raise means. “not even a ‘percy! i’m so glad to see you again!’”

she finds that in the seconds he’s arrived it’s gotten hard to breathe. “you’re such an asshole.”

“see? nothing’s changed.”

“no. your voice has.”

“my voice. ah, yes. puberty is a bitch. but nothing else has changed, i think.”

“maybe not,” she lies.

percy jackson, she finds, has grown into himself. he’s the same, maybe, but he seems sharper. there are some lighter lines around his face, his hands, as if chalk has been marked on his darker skin. scars. his shoulders fill out his shirt and his hands have a purpose on the table, and so do his eyes. they may be a deeper green, and his hair may be longer, but he’s still got that grey steak. it makes all the difference.

“it’s just…you being here…it’s—”

his gaze softens. “i know. it’s…i don’t know what to call this, but holy shit, how long has it been?”

“six years,” she says, yet to unfreeze from her seat. except her leg. her leg hasn’t stopped its tapping.

“right,” he says, almost as a whisper. “six years. and you—” his hands motion vaguely at her, as if with just this she’ll understand what he means. “how—how’ve you been? where…? i mean, i got your voicemail, and i know—” he stops abruptly.

she sees it in his eyes, the millions of questions. all he knows is what she wrote to him on that messed up letter with its crossed out lines and smudged ink, explaining that luke had come to her door and she’d let him in. nothing else, probably. how could he understand, anyway? what do they know? all of them? that she is a traitor? a coward, for running away?

“i tried doing it too, you know,” he says, breaking the unbroken silence. “get away from the war. after…”

after you were gone. she can already feel the tears coming—hates that, most of all. then he takes her hand across the table, fingers warm like they always have been.

she lets out a soft breath, bordering a laugh. “how do you always know?”

“know what?”

“what i’m thinking.”

“because i know you.”

and she might just die a little from that. he might, too. she shakes her head and hopes that her voice doesn’t come out like the ground shaking. “well, that’s why we’re here, right? so we can…catch up.”

he nods, eager, with his heart scrawled messily on his sleeve. “right.”

“right,” she smiles. “seaweed brain.” and that last part—that, she adds as an after thought. like all the after thoughts she’s had, gazing up at the stars and wondering how he was doing. seaweed brain, because how dare he hold so much room in her heart?

she doesn’t give him much room to react, though, and starts where he left off on her story. she’s ready. knives out, leaving the past behind and just showing the tiny bits to percy, to indulge him. it comes back like the tide anyway.

before.

luke knocked on her door, asked her to come—run away with me, please—and she couldn’t just say no. how could she, when he could change, for the first time? how could she, when he’s half the family she’s ever known?

she took one last glance at his blue eyes and knew that time could never be wasted. she left her father’s pretty victorian house that day, left her excuses scrawled on a messy note addressed to someone on the other side of the country.

“where are we going?” she said, on the taxi ride.

luke’s blonde hair was short during that time, bleached to an almost white that matched the paleness of his skin. and when he looked at her, his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“the airport,” he said, teasing. “you know this.”

“i know that we’re going to the airport. but where? you haven’t told me that. where are we going?” she pressed, and luke closed his eyes. the only thing moving was his adam’s apple.

after seconds of just staring at the man she used to know, he said, “alaska. the land beyond the gods,” and left it at that.

it was spring, the weather slowly converging with the summer, and annabeth could say with certainty that alaska was still cold. luke had led her through the terminal, through the hours of flying with prayers that zeus wouldn’t bat them out of the sky, and he’d barely said three words to her. now the clouds above the sky brought shadows to their figures and the cold slapped her in the face. she wished she’d brought a proper jacket, at least.

this is when it hit her, really, that she had nothing. barely a backpack, barely any money, no percy or grover to accompany her along the way—gods, how she wished they were here—because it was only luke. luke, who had taken the reins and was yet to explain to her how they were going to survive.

in the thickened silence of the shuttle, she finally asked, “where are we going to stay, luke? we don’t—you don’t have enough money. and then? necessities, clothes? what are we going to do about that?”

he pursed his lips, the same way as when she asked him about what her friends would think, the same way as when she’d asked him about where he’d gotten all that money, and the same way as when she’d asked him about how long they’d stay in alaska.

“you’re gonna have to trust me,” he said.

a second chance, she repeated in her head. a second chance a second chance a second chance—

it was a modest thing, the room they were staying at. or more so the attic. the girl who’d greeted them at the doorway was pretty, with auburn locks and big, doe-like eyes. around luke’s age, or younger. maybe nineteen. she instantly brightened when she saw luke, and he did the same in return. her stomach churned at this—nearly ten hours with him and he won’t even look at me. he won’t even pull me into his arms like he’d always do when we were on the run or even offer me some sort of reassurance.

“the good old days,” he’d said, but her throat crawled with doubt and nausea, because this had been a big mistake.

annabeth hoped the girl could see her glare when she went to hug him.

“i’m so glad you made it!” she laughed in relief, as if she’d known him for ages.

she did not. annabeth, knew him for ages. for centuries and more.

“yeah,” he said, breaking away to give her his signature grin. “me too. oh, and—” as if he’d forgotten she was there, luke turned to glance at annabeth. she could see it in his eyes that he felt guilty, for stranding her to the side. it made no difference. “this is annabeth. remember, i um, told you about her? she’s like a sister to me, and…i asked her to come. she said yes.”

the girl didn’t say anything. but her face immediately darkened. after a few seconds, she addressed luke. “you brought her here? but she’s with the gods—”

“she’s with me, dia. no one else.”

luke didn’t introduce her to dia, but annabeth isn’t the daughter of athena for nothing. dia was with luke, on the titan’s side, before she ran away like they did. the house was small—about the size of an appartment. and they’d gotten the dusty attic, with two small beds and an equally small armoire. probably as a favor. annabeth didn’t mind; at least now, she could rest. rest and let every thought and emotion she’d carried in her backpack out.

“what the fuck?” she said, once dia had closed the attic’s door and luke had left his bag somewhere behind his new bed.

his eyes landed on her, and this time, it was clear as day. the guilt. he didn’t even call her out on the swearing, like she expected him to. “look, annabeth, i’m sorry for barely explaining things—but anyone could’ve been watching, and i don’t want—”

“yeah, but what am i doing here? you—i thought—you know what? that’s not true. i didn’t think, because i’m just dumb, and, and i thought i could trust you! which is…i mean, my friends will worry, and chiron, chiron was counting on me, and my mom—”

“hey, hey. shh. calm down. everything will be alright.”

he’d rushed to her, wrapping her up in his arms, and suddenly she felt much, much smaller, breathing in his scent. she pretended they were at camp, luke trying to convince her that she could do it, you can climb the lava wall, ‘beth.

“you did the right thing,” he murmured into her hair. “i’m sorry i was so cold with you throughout the trip. i’m sorry. it won’t happen again.”

“yeah,” she whispered.

“mmhmm. i’ll explain everything.” he kissed the top of her head; she closed her eyes, a smile playing at her lips for the first time that day. “i’ll explain everything to that amazing brain of yours, and we’ll work something out.”

“okay.”

he held her by the shoulders then, and she couldn’t exactly understand what his expression meant.

“thank you,” he said. “for believing in me.”

she nodded. and that was that.

they stayed there for some time. during the entire summer, maybe. kotzebue, the town was called. right up north. the summer was nice, and long. too long. annabeth found that she didn’t mind it too much. plants bloomed with their full colors, salt grazed her cheeks, and rain pelted on the roof.

she didn’t mind, even if luke was away most of the time. working at some café. he’d dyed his hair brown, and with it the gray streak disappeared. maybe it was for the best. the gray was a reminder of his betrayal, of the lengths he’d gone to get what kronos wanted. he also grew it out, so much so that he had to pull it up into a small bun. dia helped with the rest. diana woods, was her full name. a daughter of hecate, nineteen and obsessed with luke castellan. annabeth didn’t need to be a daughter of aphrodite to know this. diana was the one who used the mist to hide luke’s scar, just in case. she was also the one who stole him away, most nights.

“hey, luke,” annabeth would say, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. fourteen and he still wouldn’t allow her to work at the café, but at least she could accompany him. at least here, they were truly alone, with no dia.

he’d turn and smile. “what’s up, kiddo?”

“don’t call me kiddo.”

“but you’re my kiddo.”

annabeth huffed; he’d shake his head, resuming his work.

“luke,” she whined, and maybe she did feel like a little kid, sometimes. at least around him.

“what is it, ‘beth?” he was yet to turn around.

“ugh, just—will you sleep with me? tonight?”

his brow was furrowed when he looked at her. “i always sleep in the attic.”

“that’s a fucking lie—”

“nuh-uh. no swearing.”

“shut up about the no swearing thing. i’m fourteen, which means—”

“which means you’re a teenager sent from hell.”

and the glint in his eyes was there, once again. even if he didn’t look like himself these days, she could tell it was still him. it was still her luke, charming and irreplaceable.

she stuck her tongue out. “which means i know what sex is. and i know you and diana are fucking.”

his mouth fell open as if he wasn’t expecting that. good. she could still surprise him. “i am not fucking dia—”

“liar. i can hear, you know. and let me tell you, i’m scarred—so. nope. you are sleeping with me tonight.”

it went somewhat like that. work and sleep, and sometimes, annabeth would try to iris message grover, or even percy. even her own father. it never worked. alaska was the land beyond the gods for a reason. she ran out of drachmas and excuses, and instead ignored the past.

it was hard, though.

(“hey, kiddo. ‘beth, what’s wrong?”

she couldn’t tell him. not the nightmares. luke with golden eyes, him fooling her into carrying the sky. luke almost killing percy. his scar, bright as the sun. a sword. no, a skythe. but she could never say those things; instead she’d shake her head and let the tears fall down like the august rains.

he’d fall asleep with his arms curled around her, and she’d forget. that he could’ve killed her, not too long ago. she’d forget that it was august eighteenth—just two more years.)

summer ended; luke felt the risk before her. they traveled further south, and on they went. they’d cross the sea, and annabeth would stop forgetting. it was worse, though, when they’d travel by boat, or a ship. she’d remember the princess andromeda and the sea of monsters and tyson. of course, she’d remember percy. she’d remember the war.

she’d remember golden eyes from nightmares. remember luke’s warning that made her come here in the first place.

(“who do you think hosted kronos?”

that would be how the day broke down. the sea glittered like a hundred eyes, and luke shriveled into himself.

“i don’t know,” he’d say, jaw tight. his hair whipped around in the wind, blonde, to her relief. only with no gray streak, and now the scar tore his face apart. “maybe ethan…maybe…i don’t know. i don’t want to talk about it.”

she’d tuck her head in his shoulder. she was tall enough to do that, now. “i’m sorry.”

he draped his arm around her and kissed her head. it was one of her only comforts, when they were like this. “it’s okay. it’s over now.”

she never really believed it.)

sometimes, they’d settle into some town and work. maybe at some restaurant, or helping around in a fishing port carrying crates and salmon that smelled for days, the odor sticking to her clothes like the forgotten memories. sometimes, desperation would come, and they’d go back to old habits of stealing; in that, luke was the expert. steal and work. steal and work.

but in the winter, nothing could be done. she’d fish out her camp necklace from its hiding spot under her folded clothes, and wonder. then she’d remember the mummy, percy’s green, green eyes—the great prophecy—and her guilt would weigh more than the snow outside. until luke would come like a slight thaw in the air, and she’d tuck the feeling alongside her necklace.

she was sixteen, resting after her shift at the diner when she saw it, on tv.

the reporter showed a completely rampaged new york—buildings crumbled like crackers, streets split in half, and cars had been tossed aside as if some giant had passed through. maybe it had. she froze in her place, not even thinking about calling luke out, since he was in the storage room.

“—scientists speculate that it was a solar flare,” the reporter was saying, “and fortunately few were injured, given the size of the catastrophe—”

that was enough for her. she did the unthinkable that day. took a piece of paper, a pen, and began to write. in the small little apartment they had, luke had made sure that there would be no phone to call, not even for emergencies. the risk was too great. writing was all she had left.

her pen scribbled, and scribbled, and luke in the shower became white noise; she was only focused on the task at hand. she only knew that she had to write this, to one particular person, because she wasn’t sure if he had made it out. august eighteenth. today was his sixteenth birthday.

dear grover,

hi. i’m alive, i just don’t know if you are. i saw what happened to manhattan, and i’m sorry. i know i have no excuse. i don’t even know if the battle’s over, or if the gods won (i’m pretty sure they did though because if not something would’ve happened where i am. i don’t know) but i need to know

she swallowed, the great prophecy coming back to her all over again. she crossed out that part. a single choice shall end his days.

how stupid had she been? coming here, leaving everything behind and dooming percy.

he was already doomed, a voice whispered. but was he? she’d never know. unless this letter got to grover and she could breathe again. unless she went back.

anyway, write back please. i’m okay, seriously. and i may be sorry for leaving, but i don’t regret it because luke is okay and i’m ok. i’ll only regret it if something happens to you or you know the rest of our friends too but please write. please tell me everything. please come visit

with love,

annabeth

a single tear ran down her cheek and pooled into the paper, smudging her name. she folded the letter and wrote camp half blood’s address. gathered her things and called to luke that she was going out for a patrol, in case there were monsters. (it was rare, but it happened, and the important thing was that he believed her.)

to the postal office she went.

“what is this?” luke said, his eyebrows pulled together. he was staring at an envelope, from the mail. addressed to annabeth.

the winter cold left her bare and raw, but now she felt a rush of warmth, like the sun blowing with the wind.

“um.” she stood up abruptly, snatching the letter from luke. “it’s nothing, just—”

could it be…? her hopes sprang like weeds, and not even her dyslexia could stop her.

grover underwood. yes, yes it could be. she tore it open.

annabeth,

thank the gods you’re ok! you have no idea how much we’ve worried and how much we’ve thought about you. we didn’t even know you were alive, but now that we do i think it’s the greatest news in the world! just hang on tight. the gods won, thank the gods (that’s redundant) but the important thing is what you asked about, and that is that percy is alright. it’s a super long story, but basically

the letter flew out of her hands, but not without feeling the greatest rush of relief in her life.

she could already hear luke’s breath hitch. her hands reached for the letter too late.

“grover underwood,” he said. his voice was calm, too calm.

“luke, give me that—”

her hand reached for it again, but he grabbed her wrist, hard enough for her skin to wrinkle like paper. his eyes flicked to her. she’d never seen him so serious, so angry. except when she’d seen him on the princess andromeda and when he’d captured her at mount othrys, after holding the weight of the sky. except those moments, when he’d forgotten his promise.

“you wrote to grover, and he wrote back.”

she replied quickly, in a rush, “yes, but i had to! after i saw on the news what happened to manhattan—luke, let go—”

“i thought i told you.” now his tone bordered on panic. his grip tightened around her wrist. “i thought we agreed on this. no. communicating. nothing! because now—now they know where we are!”

she twisted her hand until luke’s fingers weren’t trapping her anymore. she snatched it free, though she could already feel the dull burn. “what if i want them to know where we are? huh? what if i don’t want this anymore?” angry tears flew from her eyes, burning acid into her cheeks as her mouth spit fire. “the war is over, luke; it says so there!”

“no, annabeth. we chose this life. you chose this life! you think they won’t punish you? you think the gods didn’t notice? that’s why we’re here, where they can’t fucking reach us. and now you’ve ruined—”

“they’ll come here. my friends. and i’ll go with them.”

with desperate fingers, he grabbed her face, made sure she was looking straight into his eyes when he said, “i want to leave this hell hole, believe me—”

“then let’s leave!” she cried. “let’s go back!”

tears pooled around luke’s fingers, the tears that greedily escaped her eyes, caught like a net between the fingers that held her cheeks as if she would fall and break if he let go. he nodded, eyes glistening.

“you want to go?”

“please, i’ll do anything—”

“okay. let’s go—but,” he said, catching her reaction. “not with grover. or percy. we go, slowly, on our own, to see how things will be.”

“okay, okay but—”

“if it’s safe, we go to new york. wherever it is you want to stay at.”

she pulled him in for the tightest hug in her life. her eyes closed, and she let out a laugh. “thank you, thank you thank you!”

he brushed her curls out, kissed her head two, three, four times. “as long as you’re with me, kiddo, nothing will happen to you.”

they packed. luke tore the letter into a million pieces; she hadn’t even managed to read it all. it was better this way, he’d said. for her safety. they left frigid alaska and didn’t look back.

not the best of decisions, but nearly. we’re almost there. i will see percy and grover and the rest, but not yet. soon.

it did not, in fact, come soon. somehow they made it into canada, though further south than alaska had been, to her relief. time flew by with the clouds, and so did their feet.

she ran, and ran, and ran.

fought monsters, steal, hide, joke, blink away the tears. everything she could to keep going. they’d traveled into the united states at some point, luke stealing a car and taking her deep into the nebraska desert.

for six months, actually, they’d lived at a motel. unpaid, of course, since luke had his ways—but still smelling of cigar and stained with brown patches on the shitty walls. in the middle of the night, she’d wake, and see the streetlights reflected on her fingers. it was a blue light, and with its brightness she’d think of him. percy. then she’d stare at luke, at peace and safe and alive.

she was a horrible person, really. to think she could take her spare things and escape without a trace.

but her heart was a twisted thing. maybe she should’ve steered clear, but it was too late now.

“happy birthday,” luke said, smiling brighter than a thousand suns.

she looked over her shoulder. they were at some small town in colorado, sleeping on a roof with the summer winds blowing, when he surprised her with a cake. store bought, of course. it even had eighteen candles.

“oh my god,” she said, her heart fluttering. “i didn’t even know it was my birthday.”

luke laughed, ruffling her hair. “well, i do. can’t miss my little sister’s eighteenth birthday.”

they ate mostly in silence, until luke said, “i have a surprise for you.”

she perked up at that. “what is?”

“you know how one time at camp you said you wanted to go to disney? well, i’ve got this friend who contacted me…and he’s got a place where we can stay. in florida.”

suddenly her cake didn’t taste like anything. they didn’t go to florida, but luke couldn’t meet her gaze for a long, long time.

on the rooftop, the stars shone brighter than anywhere else. they got caught in his eyes like some sort of magnet, like a thousand diamonds.

“what are you thinking about?” he said, turning to her.

“i don’t know,” she said.

“no. you do know. you just don’t want to tell me. what is it?”

“just…” she licked her lips, protecting herself from the frigid weather, even during summer. “thinking about camp.”

from her peripheral, she could see luke tense up. “what about it?”

“that we should go back.”

silence. the crickets continued their chirping.

“and why do you think that?” he said his words slowly, as if afraid that they were too heavy and might fall to the ground. they were rigid. cold as the weather.

she didn’t fall to the bait. “because it was our home. they probably miss us..”

“miss you. not me. there’s a difference.” she waited some more, until he spoke again. “besides, it was our home. not anymore. our home is here now.”

she thought of percy, then. seaweed brain. with his naive smile and his soft hands. he’d guided her through the fog that one time, after she’d nearly lost herself with the sirens. he’d held on tight and she’d felt like home. maybe if she’d let him, he could’ve been just that. but she would never know.

“but what if…what if i still feel like it’s my home? like i have unfinished business?”

this time, he truly snapped. his head whirled to her, eyes wild. “what, so you can die? so they can fucking kill you, annabeth? because that’s the unfinished business you’re thinking about. that’s what they’ll do if we go. there’s no mercy in war.”

“but i thought you said—”

“that we’d go someday, yes. but i don’t think we can.”

she felt the sting of tears; luke must’ve noticed this, because he ran a hand through his hair, eyes softening. “look, ‘beth. they don’t care that you ran to…help me. they care that you’re a traitor. they care that you probably let a lot of them die by being smart and running from that shit.”

“i didn’t let anyone die—”

“it doesn’t matter. okay? it’s what they’ll think, anyway.”

she couldn’t take it anymore, she realized. being here, trapped in a place where she could never flourish, where she could never see any loved one again besides luke. nothing but cold and stars and barren land. her legs shook when she stood up.

“the idea you had of me,” she whispered to him, but maybe only the stars could hear. maybe her tears were an ugly, red mess, and maybe luke already gazed at her with pity in his eyes; she didn’t care. maybe her voice shook like her legs. she started again: “the idea you had of me, who was she?”

after.

“i came looking for you.” percy cleared the tremor in his voice away. “i did. you were—you are everything to me, annabeth. i could never see you go like that.”

it comes back, again and again like being alone in the open sea with wave after wave crashing her down.

before.

her feet moved on their own accord, combat boots slapping against the cracked concrete floor.

luke, she knew, was too far away to hear the echo. lost. because she was now in manhattan with the empire state building to her left and a payphone to her right. under her pocket, she thumbed the stray cash she still had left.

like someone hanging from an abyss, she clung to the phone for dear life and prayed, gods, prayed that it would work and that she remembered his godsdamned phone or so help her—

the line sent her to voicemail, but she tugged on the last straw nevertheless. biting her lip, ignoring the burning of her legs and the ache of her feet, she spoke to the phone with clarity.

“hey, um.” she swallowed. “i really, really hope this is still percy jackson’s number, but if it’s not then…” her mouth was too dry, she found. too vacant for what she needed to say. “if it isn’t, then that’s okay. i’ll just…visit camp, whatever. maybe they’ll go easy on me, and—”

she laughed bitterly; it was an excuse to ignore the tears. “yeah, i don’t even know why i’m leaving this on some random person’s phone. but if this is, percy, uh…” she realized that the sobs where coming by now, true, ugly sobs that left a quiet storm once they passed. she bit her lip to stop them, covered her mouth with a shaking hand. it probably took more than a few seconds to regain clarity. she let out a shaky breath and said, “hi. hey…perce. this is—annabeth. this is annabeth, your former best friend, or—gods, i don’t even know, but…if you hear this, i’m in new york right now. um, i really don’t remember where you live—hell, i don’t even know if you still live there, and now i’m rambling, but the point is…

“the point is that i’m okay. i’m safe, now. and, and i want to see you again. maybe you could, um, help me or i don’t know. whatever you want. but we should, uh, meet up at that burger place you took me on my thirteenth birthday. remember? tomorrow around twelve pm? if you do hear this, and you do want to meet me”—she inhales deeply and wipes away the remaining tears. most of them have already dried—“i’ll see you there. bye.”

the strong beeping on the other end was all she could think about, falling asleep on a bench where the subway screeched and people passed her by without a second glance.

after.

he hasn’t let go of her hand.

the burgers have gone cold; she doesn’t care, bunching up her napkin into her fist. it’s wet from her tears.

“it’s just—i mean, i don’t want your pity.”

he shakes his head. “no, no, i get why you did that—”

“no you don’t. you don’t have to reassure me. it’s okay.” she wipes her nose with the back of her hand, and percy nods, slowly, like he’s trying to understand. it’s just as well that no one really wants to know what’s wrong. new yorkers are new yorkers, after all. “i’m just glad you came. and you listened.”

he has the softest smile—a rarity, just for the occasion. “always.”

they share that smile, finally when things start to feel right, and she’s the first to speak after the pin is dropped and all anyone does is listen.

“what’ve you been up to, though?” she says. “how’s camp? your mom? everyone?”

his lips widen, light up his face at her hesitancy.

“waiting for you,” he says, and she’s never been more free.

#luke castellan #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo fic #look mom i can write #god i finally finished this i may or may not do part two #holiday gifts #secret oath promise

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 4 years ago

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You Shouldn’t Touch What’s Not Yours

Pairing - Diluc and Childe x Reader (separate of course).

Warnings - Violence, implied bullying/harassment/assault, very very mild gore.

Other Comments - I’ve wrote so much for Childe that I thought I should probably throw someone else into the mix, so why not put in my second favorite white boy Diluc hehe. (♡-_-♡) I can’t help but write angst for my babies but I promise I have some lighter fluffier stuff on the way (￣ω￣;). I also tried to make these a little shorter since I was writing for two characters this time hehe.

~ Childe ~

The day was set up to be so good. Childe had been quite busy with his usual Harbinger duties, but he had finally been able to score a couple days off and decided he wanted to plan out a romantic sequence of evenings. He had spent so much time and effort making everything perfect. Childe most definitely not frugal in any terms of the word, but he managed to surprise himself with how much Mora he had spent for just two days. Of course just the luck for him, a wrench had to be thrown into the mix.

You had been having a tough couple of weeks trying to deal with a rather difficult man who had commissioned you from the Adventurers guild. After you had informed him that you were unable to complete his commission, he had decided to make your life a living hell; constantly throwing insults at you and almost getting physical with you on a couple of occasions.

Now of course when you had received message from Childe that he was going to be “home” for a couple of days, you were absolutely floored. You missed him greatly and you were finally going to have someone to distract you from the awful harassment; but this also meant that you were going to have to figure out a way of hiding the obvious toll it took on you.

There were dark bags underneath your once gleeful eyes, from the loss of sleep due to worrying about this man and his whereabouts. There were also a couple of bruises left on your knees from stumbling when running away from your aggressor; though those could easily be written off as injuries from the Hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders.

On the day of Childe’s arrival he had expected to be greeted with a beaming (y/n), and a great big hug, maybe even a passionate kiss. But what he was greeted with, was the shell of his significant other. Today was the worst possible day for him to see you, as you had just gotten out of a physical altercation with the usual suspect. There were clear tear stains, you had dirt and scrapes all over you, and he even dared to go as far as give you a bloody nose.

You gave Childe a lifeless smile that couldn’t even reach your eyes, before heading straight into your apartment and closing the door; not waiting for Childe. Not only was he outraged and your actions and appearance, the way you were acting clearly alluded to this abuse lasting for a while. Why didn’t you say anything about it to him, send him a message? He could’ve sent over Fatui agents to take care of the cockroach. Of course his outrage was misplaced, is was not your fault; he knew this. He needed to get to the roots of this little weed.

It took a little bit of digging, but once Childe found the source of your issues it was over. This man had never been more blind sighted with rage, than when he made eye contact with the piece of shit who dared to lay a hand on you or speak to you at all.

Childe was very careful about only showing you the good side of him, at least for now as your relationship with him was still too new; so gods did it feel good to really beat the shit out of this guy.

“Hey you! Did you commission an adventurer by the name of (y/n) by any chance?” Childe new better than to suddenly go in swinging, by the slight off chance that this may have been the wrong man.

“Huh? Oh yeah, or at least I tried. The useless little shit couldn’t get it done though, so I do not recommend them at all.” Ah yes, the flash of red in Childe’s vision confirmed it all. How dare they speak ill of you, and even worse touch something that belonged to him.

“Bad news comrade, you should never touch something that isn’t yours.” There was an evil glint in Childe’s now dark eyes as he suddenly swung at the man. He didn’t really care if others say, he decided it was good to make an example out of this jerk.

By the end of everything, Childe was spattered with blood, not to mention how awful his fists looked. Though that doesn’t even begin to cover what the other man looked like. To call him a bloody mess was an understatement, and the copper headed man wasn’t exactly sure if the man was even breathing anymore though of course he didn’t exactly care either.

With that, Childe cleaned himself up before heading back to your residence. He guessed he would just have to extend his stay with you for a few more days to make up for what this scum bag did. He would be damned if he left without seeing that playful glint return to your eyes.

~ Diluc ~

Diluc was an incredibly busy man, so he never got to see you much except for the rare occasions that you would stop by the winery if you were say in the area. So when he made the executive decision to leave work early and surprise you at home, he was more than a little shocked to see you getting yelled at by one of the Knights of Favonius.

He knew you had always been a little more on the soft and sensitive side, which made him love you even more. You were the polar opposite to him in that regard, so a switch flipped in him when his eyes met your tearful ones.

“Excuse me what happens to be the problem here?” Diluc’s strides were large and quick, trying to get between you and the dreadful knight as quickly as possible. It was clear that this Knight was not normally on patrol inside of Mondstadt, or on patrol anywhere for that matter as he seemed to be pretty new. Even if Diluc despised all of them, he knew almost every single one of them.

“Well, this one right here clearly doesn’t understand the laws of gliding, as they clearly do not have a gliding license-”

“I’ve been trying to tell you I have a license I must’ve just forgotten it! You can ask Amber she’s the one that did my test!” You were quick to explain yourself once again, accidentally cutting off the knight.

“Don’t you dare interrupt me!” The knight reached around Diluc to push your shoulder, to which Diluc quickly shoved him back causing him to fall backwards.

“Don’t fucking touch them. I’ll have you know, I know your Acting Grand Master quite well it would take no time at all to send her a letter of how poor you are at your job. You’re clearly new here, so i hope you enjoy getting your job stripped away as fast as you ‘earned’ it; if you could even say that.” The color completely drained from the knight’s face and they went to stand back up and quickly jogged away. With that Diluc quickly turned around to face you.

“(Y/n) are you okay? Have you been hurt? I swear you should never trust any of the Knights they all-” Diluc was rambling, you’d never seen him this frantic before. It was almost kind of cute how he was almost as shaken up as you were as he looked you over for any injuries, even the smallest scrape.

“Diluc, I am okay. Thank you for helping me.” On of Diluc’s gloved hands came up to cup your cheek as he brushed away the last few tears on your face with his thumb. Relief visibly flooded over him, before quickly going back to his usual stoic self.

“Well, I am glad I just happened to take the rest of the day off. This wasn’t exactly the way I was planning of surprising you with that but oh well.” A smile immediately lit up your face, causing Diluc’s to flush a light pink.

“Really?! That’s great I’m so excited! Wait... So are you really going to tell Acting Grand Master Jean about him?” Diluc let out a low chuckle.

“I just might. I haven’t visited her office in quite some time either so I guess this does give me another excuse to take another day off from the tavern. And besides, a guy like him has no place in the Knights, he would’ve turned out to be a cocky power hungry fool. Now shall we get going?”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagine #genshin imagine #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin diluc #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia #childe #genshin imapct diluc #diluc #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia imagine #childe x reader #childe imagine #diluc x reader #diluc imagine

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razorblade180 · 3 years ago

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A still moment

Aether:Thomaaaaa!

Thoma:Hehe hey, where’s the fire?

Aether:I need your help. It’s Ayaka’s birthday but I’m totally clueless on what to give her.

Thoma:Aren’t cakes your specialty?

Aether:Normally yes, but almost all of Inazuma has sent food, presents, letters, everything! Knowing her she wouldn’t reject one more, but I doubt all that food even makes it to her. And if it did, I bet she’d be full.

Thoma:Haha, yeah the people spare no expense when it comes to Lady Ayaka. Though if it’s a present you want to give her, then you’re already set. After all, you have something few in Inazuma have when it comes to her.

Aether:….oh!

xxxxx

Alone in her estate, Ayaka sat by the entrance to the garden, listening to the wind blow through the sakura blossoms. Her mind was so lost in thought she didn’t notice Aether tripping over all the gifts laying about the room until he finally sat beside her.

Ayaka:!? Aether! How long have you been sitting here?

Aether:Give or take a couple minutes. *rubs foot* I’m shocked you didn’t hear me. I think I may have damaged a gift. Sorry…

Ayaka:Hmm? Oh, I don’t particularly mind. Not the nicest thing to say maybe, but I wouldn’t fret over it too much. Most of it will probably get spread among the people discreetly or end up in storage.

Aether:I see. Looks like you have a system in place, so why do you look so sad? Not a fan of birthdays!

Ayaka: I wouldn’t go that far. I’m glad the people care, and I’ve never had ill feelings towards this day. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t help but stay up last night until midnight hit.

Aether:But…?

Ayaka:It can feel a little hollow at times. People leave gifts but this place remains devoid of the people who brought them. What were their exact expressions? Did they have more to say to me beyond a simple letter? Why go through the hassle for me? I’m often wondering these things. If I could, I’d wish for those over any gift. It’s why I’m happy you’re hear. *smiles*

Aether:We’ll if that’s the case, we can talk as long as you like.

And so they did. Hours upon hours they discussed anything and everything. Hopes, dreams, fears….;Ayaka allowed herself to truly let her hair down well into the night until the stars shined brightly.

Ayaka:Wait…so the lyre is actually still broken!?

Aether:Yeah….not looking forward to when the comes to light. I don’t think I can handle the moment the church finds out.

Ayaka:So many stories and adventures, and to think all in such a short time. Your adventures in Inazuma must seem docile in comparison when I think about it.

Aether:Hardly. I’ll remember this place as festive and tension filled. Not to mention the people here are pretty incredible, strong.

Ayaka:*red* How kind of you. We’re all the more stronger because your help. Now…the next leg of your journey awaits. I…probably shouldn’t hold you up too much longer.

Aether:Hmm? It’s fine. I’d spend all night here if you asked. Taking a moment with you, discussing it all, I haven’t gotten the opportunity much. I feel lighter because of it. Is that weird.

Ayaka:Hehe, not at all. I feel the same way. Tomorrow I won’t be able to leisurely sit here. It will be back to my normal routine. Not that I mind. Being able to spend a day with you as myself was more than I could’ve asked for. Thank you again.

Aether:Anytime. Birthday or any other day, I’m happy to spend time with you Ayaka.

Ayaka:…..Aether, if I may be so bold, may I ask for one gift? Can you….close your eyes?

Aether:My eyes? Umm okay. *closes eyes* like this?

Ayaka:Perfect….

Without a moment to waste, Ayaka leaned forward. Aether felt a warm and small hand press against the side of his face, then the subtle gentleness of Ayaka’s lips pressed against his. Aether’s heart nearly jumped out his chest from the shock. He wanted to open his eyes to see if this was really happening but kept to his word. That didn’t stop him from leaning forward, making the girl gasp when kissed her back. A few short moments later their kiss ended and Aether opened his eyes to see icy blue eyes right above a fan that did little to conceal Ayaka’s blush.

Ayaka:Your journey will take you far, and there are things in this world only you can do. Just like how I must do what only I can do for Inazuma, so don’t misunderstand my intentions. My feelings…I don’t expect nor wish for them to confine you here; frankly I thought to myself you’d reject them, but I went for it anyways. Because….I told you I wouldn’t live a life filled with regret. Aether I-

He put his finger on the fan, moving it aside. Ayaka felt her heart flutter as the traveler leaned in, his face as red as hers. Captivated by his gaze, she allowed herself to get drawn in.

Aether:You won’t burden me, and I wouldn’t dare burden you, so you’re right. Let’s not promise any uncertainties, but if I may be bold this time. It’s still your birthday, and I’m still right here.

Ayaka:No regrets~?

Aether:No regrets.

Tomorrow, life will go on and another step would be taken towards the dreams sought out. But for this one night all stood still, progress halted. Just this once…let there be rest, a still moment.

#ayaka kamisato #gi aether #Aether x ayaka #I didn’t know I had this in me #genshin impact

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Heyooooo Lyraaaa 😘!!! I was wondering if um hehe👉👈😅, if you could make a yamichar fic where they accidentally traveled in time and accidentally meet their future child (or children lmao) lol😂, it's okay if you don't wanna do it 🙂 no pressure 😘

Children of the Future:

Chapter 1: Hikari

Of course Lei! I’m sorry this took so long IRL has been busy 😅! But i hope you like this, also I just realized you wanted Yamichar to be the ones who time travel, and instead i made it the child who goes back in time oops. But i hope this is ok! Also, Hikari belongs to the lovely @eme-eleff (thank you for letting me borrow her for this Ilysm 🥰💕!)

Edit: This is Chapter 1 of my new series ‘Children of the Future’, instead of reposting it I decided to edit it and reblog it haha!

Word Count: 1,701

Warnings: None

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Yami couldn’t stop grumbling, he had been summoned by Julius to come to his office, he claimed there was something important he needed to see. Yami had been confused at first, but he wasn’t really allowed to disobey a summons from the Wizard King. So he walked through the halls that he knew like the back of his hand, deep in thought, when he saw a flash of blonde out of the corner of his eyes. He turned and noticed it was the Prickly Princess herself, Charlotte Roselei. He watched her look up in surprise at him and her face turned a shade of pink.

“ Y-Yami? What are you doing here?” She asked as she came to a stop, she hadn’t seen him for a while, since everyone had been training in order to battle the Spade Kingdom. She watched him tilt his head and do a half-shrug.

“ The Wizard King summoned me, said he had something important to show me. You?” He asked as he also came to a stop.

“ Same here, I wonder if he summoned the other Captains as well.” Charlotte said curiously as she folded her arms, it wasn’t unusual for Julius to call them suddenly, but when it did it usually meant trouble for the Kingdom.

“ I didn’t see any of them, and I don’t sense their Qi, so I think it’s just us here.” He told her with a thoughtful scowl, Charlotte hadn’t seen any of them either, which made this meeting even more curious.

“ C’mon, let’s not keep him waiting.” Yami said suddenly as he began to walk away, she blushed even more as her mind raced ‘H-He wants to walk there together?! Won’t that give people the wrong impression?!’ Her mind screamed, but she shook her head and followed behind him. They could always say they met outside the door or something.

Charlotte watched as Yami knocked on the door, they heard Julius say something on the other side to signal to them that they could enter. Yami pushed the door open, allowing Charlotte to walk inside first, and closed it behind them.

“ Ah good you’re both already here.” Julius said with a warm happy smile, Charlotte and Yami walked up to the desk. It was still hard to believe that the Wizard King was now back to his original self, they had gotten so used to seeing him younger that they would sometimes forget this was him.

“ Why are we here Julius?” Yami asked as he crossed his arms, he wasn’t really in the mood for chit chat, and he assumed Charlotte wasn’t either since she had a small scowl on her face as well. They were both trying to train their squads so they could face the Spade Kingdom, and this was distracting them from doing that.

“ Well,” he said with a sheepish laugh, that only made the two Captains scowl further. “ I went down stairs where we keep the forbidden magic items, and I stumbled across this portal. I don’t think it’s ever been used, anyway, I went down there looking to see if there may be an item to help me change back to my proper age. Well, instead I found her,” Julius moved out of the way and behind him sat a young girl around 19 years old.

She had long dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a small scowl on her face. Charlotte looked her up and down, she was wearing a deep blue top with a pair of dark brown pants, wrist length gloves, and dark knee length boots. But what caught her attention was the cloak she was wearing, Charlotte’s eyes widened as she looked at the insignia, it was a Black Bulls robe, she looked over at Yami and saw he recognized it too. But if he was surprised he didn’t let it show.

“ Why did you give some random kid my squads robe Julius?” Yami asked as he suddenly grabbed a cigarette and put it into his mouth.

“ I’m not just some random kid! Also, if you’re going to smoke it’s best to do it outside or, even better, stop smoking. It’s bad for you.” The young girl remarked as she stood up from the chair she had been sitting in and walked over to stand next to Julius’s desk.

Charlotte and Yami blinked, this kid had quite the mouth on her. But he did as she asked and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and put it back in it’s case. The young girl smiled in triumph, that's when Yami frowned. That smile, it looked familiar, but where had he seen it before?

“ Anytime I ask you to smoke outside you always ignore me, but when a child asks you too you listen and do it without a second thought.” Charlotte commented with a small laugh and a shake of her head, Yami rolled his eyes a bit, of course he was going to listen to a kid. He wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but he could be a big softie when it came to kids. He looked over and noticed Charlotte had a small smile on her face, he paled slightly, that was the same smile the young girl wore just a moment ago.

“ Hey kid, what’s your name?” He asked, hoping beyond hope that his gut feeling was wrong, that her Qi wasn’t what he saw it to be. The young girl glanced over to Julius who nodded, she turned back to them, her head held high as she announced.

“ My name’s Hikari, Hikari Sukehiro.” Both Captains paled, Sukehiro? As in Yami Sukehiro?! Charlotte turned to look at him, he wasn’t able to hide the surprise on his face at this revelation.

She felt a small pang in her chest, as though someone had just plunged a dagger into it, he had a daughter? With another woman? She shook her head, they weren’t dating so what right did she have to be hurt and upset, at the most they were just colleagues. Nothing more, nothing less. But it still hurt to think of him being with another woman, of him having a child with another woman.

“ This isn’t funny Julius.” Yami growled, he knew this wasn’t a joke, just from the way she stood he could tell she was his daughter, also from the way she had no problem telling him off about smoking. The only thing that confused him though, was why she had the same smile as Charlotte.

“ It isn’t a joke Yami, she came here from the future, at least according to her. I had Marx use his memory magic on her, everything she has told me is the truth and her memories prove it.” Julius said as he leaned back against his desk, Charlotte couldn’t help but glare at him slightly.

“ Why did you call me here then you majesty? Just so you could have a witness in case Yami tried to murder you?” She asked, a little more ice to her tone then she had intended. It didn’t go unnoticed. Julius blinked a bit before looking over at Hikari.

“ Um, I think you need to explain your parentage a little more, Hikari.” He stated with a nervous laugh, the young girl nodded.

“ Yes sir. It’s true, my father is Yami Sukehiro. But my mother,” she turned to look at the blonde haired woman. “ is Charlotte Roselei.”

Charlotte blinked at Hikari. Her? She was her mother?! No, no, no, that made no sense! How could she be this girl's mother? She and Yami weren’t even dating! There was no way Hikari was their daughter!

“ That makes sense,” Yami said suddenly, she whipped around to face him, her face brighter than the sun, and she gaped like a fish out of water.

“ H-How does this make sense?!” She suddenly shouted, she watched a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

“ Her Qi first off; it’s a mixture of mine and yours which is why I didn’t recognize it at first. Second, the way she carries herself is the same as you, her eyes are a similar shade although they’re a little lighter than yours, and her smile, heh, that smile; it’s exactly the same as yours.” He said the last part so softly, so warmly, it made Charlotte not only turn redder, but it made her heart melt. He...noticed how she smiled? Of course he did, he was very observant. But what she didn’t expect to see was how his smirk had changed into a warm loving smile, how his eyes had softened.

Charlotte had to be dreaming, she just had too!

“ So, umm...until we can get Hikari back to her own time, she’s going to have to stay with one of you or, if you want my opinion, both of you. Since she is your child and it’s probably what she’s used to, I’d suggest you all find somewhere to stay that’s close enough to each of your respective headquarters. I think it’ll be easier for Hikari to adjust that way.” Julius said with an innocent smile, both Captains couldn’t help but frown, was he trying to subtly get them to move in together? Yami suddenly sighed.

“ Fine, I guess we really don’t have much of a choice huh. Especially since that was an order.” Yami stated, causing Charlotte to gap at him even more, he wasn’t even going to try and convince the Wizard King that them moving in together was a very bad idea?! But as much as Charlotte wanted to argue, she could tell by the tone of the Wizards king's voice that it was, in fact, an order. She also couldn’t disagree, it would probably be better for the young girl if they all did live together. She suddenly chuckled humorlessly at the situation.

Finding out she had a daughter and now being ordered to move in with the man she was in love with who, by the way, was completely oblivious to her feelings for him? This was not how she was expecting this meeting to go!

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Ah i’m sorry if this isn’t very good 😅! I couldn’t really think of how to end this but I hope some of you enjoyed this and I apologize if you didn’t! Also I hope you like it Lei 🥺💕! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #lei🌸#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #black clover yami #black clover charlotte

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poesparakeet-fics · 3 years ago

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Here you go, you thirsty beasts.

This one got long so it’s a 2 parter! It’s SFW, so enjoy it at the link or here in the post.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caduceus Clay & The Mighty Nein, Caduceus Clay & Jester Lavorre, Caduceus Clay & Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay & Yasha Characters: Caduceus Clay, Jester Lavorre, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Yasha (Critical Role), Nott | Veth Brenatto Additional Tags: Tickling, Revenge, Shrinking, wild magic mishaps, safeword, Teasing Summary:

Caduceus has made a habit of tickling some of his companions, be it as a cheer-up, a settle-down or a playful punishment. When a mishap with some wild magic makes his smaller than his friends, a few decide to get a little revenge.

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Caduceus didn’t mind arcane magic most of the time, after all, Caleb used his with great expertise. But he was getting real tired of wild magic, real fast.

When Jester had cast her guiding bolt she’d gotten butterflies, for Mother’s sake. He’d tried to heal Fjord and saw everything around him start to stretch and grow. They kept fighting, of course. It wasn’t until the last of the shrieking horrors was lying dead that he realized what had actually happened.

The world hadn’t grown, he had shrunk. Which was, to be fair, easier to deal with. Still, he was feeling pretty sorry for himself as he sat with his feet dangling from the side of their kitchen table, now only a few inches taller than Veth.

A visiting Shadowhand was peering at Caduceus with a small frown on his face before scratching his head and sighing.

“Alright. The bad news is, I don’t think we can dispel it. Jester said you tried a restoration spell?”

Caduceus nodded glumly.

“Well the good news is, it will almost certainly wear off. The spell is using energy to maintain this form in you, it will run out of that energy eventually. But… I cannot tell you how long it will last. Based on the rate of decay I would guess a few days but that is some conjecture on my part.”

Caduceus let out a sigh.

“Thank you for your help, Essek. I guess I’ll just have to live with my current… uh… change in perspective for the time being.”

“Yes, a good attitude to keep. I’m sure it’s been a long time since you were that small.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess I would have been a baby. Maybe I’ll ask Veth for pointers.”

“I think that all of her advice will involve climbing, Herr Clay. You might need to make your own way.” Caleb chuckled from his seat nearby. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He had been watching Caduceus like he was a puzzle, but now he was smiling, having been assured that the situation wasn’t too serious.

“Yeah, you might be right.”

Caduceus hopped off the table, turning to see Caleb smothering a little half smile. Caduceus pointed a finger accusingly.

“You cut that out.”

“I’m very sorry. It’s just… it is very cute.”

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“Caduceus, can I hug you?”

Yasha had walked through covered in rainwater not ten minutes before, but she’d returned in dry clothes. Caduceus, about halfway through drinking a now comically large mug of tea, looked up to meet her gaze. He could see the little haunt of loneliness in her eyes that sometimes creeped in, even in a house full of lovers.

“Yeah, of course.”

He put his tea down carefully before hopping off his seat. He started to pass her into the living room, but Yasha sat at the table and pulled him into her lap instead.

“Woah!”

“Sorry!” Yasha rushed out, “I didn’t mean to surprise you! You were lighter than I thought you’d be!”

“It’s OK,” Caduceus assured her, “I’m just not used to being picked up.”

Yasha wrapped him up in her arms. “Is this alright?”

He relaxed as she coiled herself around him, face buried in his soft hair.

“Yeah. That’s very nice.” Being held so literally felt old and new at the same time.

Yasha nuzzled his head. “I’ve wanted to do this since you shrunk. I love you when you’re big, but it’s so nice to get to squeeze you for once!”

Caduceus chuckled. “It’s nice to be squeezed, honestly.”

“And you’re so cute! I just want to eat you up! Omnomnom!”

Caduceus felt his whole spine twist on instinct when Yasha gnawed playfully at the back of his neck.

“No-ho!” He squeeked, so high pitched that both of them froze in shock.

“Aw, Caduceus…”

“... It would be really unfair to tickle me. Just because you’re bigger than me now--” He was cut off when he had to press his lips together to smother another peel of laughter.

Yasha grinned with her teeth still pressed against his skin.

“I dunno, you tickle the others plenty.”

“Because they need it!”

“Hehe. I think that’s probably true, but they never get you back because you’re always so scared of hurting them by accident. Isn’t that because you’re bigger than them?”

She blew a raspberry on the side of his neck that made him squeal far too loud. He heard approaching footsteps.

“No no no nonono!” He squeaked when he realized what they meant.

Jester bounded through the door first, magnetically drawn to any ticklish sounds in her vicinity. She stopped in her tracks when she walked into the kitchen to see a smiling Yasha with a giggling fun-sized firbolg in her lap, now curled in a desperate little ball within her embrace to avoid the fingers pinching at his tummy.

“Oh my goodness, is little Caduceus ticklish?”

“Nohoho!” Caduceus tried to plead or run, but his laughter was blocking the former and a meaty arm was blocking the latter.

“Mmhmm,” Yasha answered with one hand clawing his belly, not even out of breath for the effort she was expanding to thwart his escape, “I think big Caduceus is too, he’s just easier to tickle now.”

Molly and Veth stumbled in behind Jester. Molly had a grin on his face, coming to stand behind her and rest his chin on her shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Hey, he’s being real loud, eh?”

“Huh?” Jester answered.

“Well, it seems like he might need to settle down a little.”

“Ooh,” Jester giggled, “I think you’re right Molly!”

Caduceus felt a cold chill splash down his back. Sure, he’d seen this coming, but it didn’t stop the escalation of shivery, giggly panic through his system. And running was not working out for him.

“Well,” Molly purred, “Isn’t it lucky that we have such well established guidelines for getting someone to settle down.”

Caduceus switched gears, climbing further into Yasha’s lap instead and clinging to her shoulders.

“Please! Don’t let them get me!”

“I dunno…” Yasha teased as the tieflings stalked closer.

“No! Yasha, they’ll kill me!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t let them kill you. But you do deserve this just a little, don’t you?” Yasha lowered her voice, all but whispering in his velvety ear, “Don’t forget, licorice works for you too.”

Caduceus whimpered. Ok, so did he deserve it? Yes. Probably. A little. Had there been a few times where he’d tickled a tiefling to pieces less because they needed to settle down and more because it was fun? Maybe. Perhaps. A couple of times, tops.

He took a deep breath to try and steel himself, shutting his eyes tight in the hopes that not seeing them coming would somehow save him. Yasha chuckled in his ear, seeming to sense his acceptance of this fate.

“Heh. OK,” she whispered in his ear.

Fingers as strong as barrel bands gripped his ankles and Yasha stood up. The world spun. Balance upended, Caduceus eye’s shot open to see the devilish forms of his approaching friends as they cheered Yasha on, only upside- down. Yasha was hanging him by his ankles.

“Don’t be too mean or I’m eating tief toes for dinner, got it? He’s not used to it.”

Molly’s smile became razor sharp and Jester clapped her hands. Caduceus could only hug himself and try to keep his shirt from falling over his head.

“Not used to getting a taste of his own medicine, you mean? Seems to me that should be corrected.” Molly purred.

"Ah! Can we please talk about this?" Caduceus asked, the tiniest hint of a whine making its way into his usually rumbling voice.

"You can talk all you want, Caduceus!" Jester bent over to put her face next to his. She gave him a teasing wink before planting a sweet little kiss on his cheek.

"Veth?" He asked, looking pleadingly at his fellow (currently) small creature, "Solidarity? Please?"

Veth just laughed at him. "Nah."

"But you're going to help us though, right Veth?" Jester asked, voice full of mischief. "When will you get the chance to tickle Caduceus again?"

"Heh. Nah." The halfling answered, strolling out of the room. "I'm good, thanks."

"Humph." Jester pouted for a moment, but it quickly morphed into a wicked little smile as she reached out to tickle Caduceus' long velvety ears.

"Ahhahaha- hehe- ha... no... no... MOLLY GET AWAY FROM THERE!"

The other tiefling cackled with glee, pinching Caduceus' knees. The firbolg’s legs pumped on reflex, his body wiggling like a worm on a hook.

"So loud! You're not settled yet, love, just relax."

"I wahahahas born settled!"

"Oh reeeally? Jester teased him, hands jumping up to poke and pinch at his ribs, effortlessly dodging any attempt he made to block her. "Then why are you so loud and wiggly, huh?"

'B-because you- eeheeheehee! Tiheheheckles!"

"Does it?" Molly taunted, dropping down to Jester's level and fluttering his hands across his belly.

"Yehehes!"

"Excellent!" Molly cheered, before grabbing the hem of Caduceus' shirt and yanking it down over his head.

Caduceus squawked, temporarily blinded by the homespun linen that was now tangled around his elbows. He started to fight with it, trying to push it down (up?) again to cover his downy torso, for all the good it was doing. Then he felt a cool pair of lips press against his belly, and he squealed before Jester could even begin.

Ppppbbbbtt

“Aaaaiii! NahahaHAA! STAHAP!”

Caduceus’ pleas fell on deaf ears, Jester only pausing long enough to take a deep breath and giggle to herself before she hit him again.

"Yes! Wish I could grow a beard just for this, you fuzzy bastard." Molly crowed.

Caduceus whimpered frantically, his shirt somehow transformed into an impossible maze that kept him blinded and defenseless.

An ominous silence was followed by a deadly double attack made Caduceus’ voice crack with the force of his squeal. “AHAaaA! LICORICE!”

The both backed off right away, leaving Caduceus dizzy and catching his breath. Jester started to help him get untangled from his shirt. Molly grinned down at him before taking a deep, threatening breath to make Caduceus shriek in anticipatory panic.

Molly didn’t get a chance to make good. In one more dizzying instant Caduceus was set upright on his feet, watching Yasha chase Molly out of the room.

“WHAT did I say?”

“C-come on I wasn’t gonna do it! Yasha! Please! He threatens me like that all the-- Nooo!”

Jester chuckled at Caduceus’ dazed expression, pulling him into a cuddle where they stood.

“You OK Caduceus?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“That’s good. It was fun to tickle you for a change!”

“Well I’m glad it was fun, because when I’m big again there are going to be consequences.”

Jester just giggled at him, then tugged him to sit on a chair and put his tea cup back in his hands with a kiss on his cheek.

#sfw #critickle role #critical role #tk fic #tickle fic #Caduceus Clay #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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[CN] Kiro’s Village Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The phone call before this date: here! It happens right before the date, so do listen/read it for better context :)

The date begins with MC waiting around the train station for Kiro after reaching a remote town. A stranger comes up to her.

Stranger: Sister, are you here to visit relatives? Want to take my car?

MC: Thank you… but there’s no need…

Stranger: No need to be shy. My car is pretty fast, so just tell me where you want to go!

MC: I really don’t need… ah!

Someone grips my shoulder from behind, making my hair stand on end. My mind gets flooded with horror stories of female travelers who got duped when travelling on their own.

Kiro: Big brother, I’m here to pick my sister up, so there’s no need to bother you.

MC: Kiro!

I whip my head around to see Kiro blinking at me slyly.

Stranger: Ah sister, you should have mentioned that someone was picking you up!

With a wave of his hand, the man leaves. I heave a sigh of relief, and only now take a good look at Kiro.

It has been several days since we’ve last seen each other, and it looks like he has gotten thinner, and a little tanner. Even so, his eyes remain as bright as always, as though they store the blue sky in them.

Kiro: What’s with your shocked expression?

MC: You scared me just now…

Kiro: Then… I’ll definitely stand in front of you next time, okay?

MC: Mm! Have you been waiting long?

Kiro: Only for a bit. I arrived at the right time. Let’s go, sister. We shall take a big car!

Kiro mimics the stranger’s dialect, playfully pulling on my hand.

MC: W-what are you doing…

Kiro: This is to prevent you from getting taken away by people you don’t know.

We walk across the road while holding hands, and I finally see the vehicle that would be transporting us to the mountain village.

The first thing I see is a huge exhaust pipe pointing straight towards the sky. The wheels, which reach the height of half a person, support this giant creature.

The driver rolls up his sleeves from the front seat and greets us.

MC: Wait a minute… Kiro, when you said “big car”, you meant… a tractor?!

On the mountain dirt path, the wheels whip up gigantic balls of dust, and the loud vehicle scares off sparrows.

MC: Why a tractor…

Kiro: [shouting] What? Speak louder Miss Chips, I can’t hear you!

MC: I said – why is a tractor sending us to the village!

Kiro: [shouting happily] It can’t be helped. The only car in the village was sent for repair, so only Brother Zhang’s tractor is available for use. Don’t you find this interesting? You wouldn’t experience such a fun journey elsewhere!

Barely making out his words over the sound of the tractor, I can’t help but laugh.

MC almost falls out of the tractor during a particular rough turn.

Kiro: Be careful!

Kiro frantically reaches out to pull me back, and my head lands on his chest. His breath encases my surroundings – familiar yet mixed with the freshness of the mountains and forests.

Kiro: Are you okay? Did you hit anything?

I shake my head to signal that I’m all right, wanting to pull myself away from his chest to sit up properly. Instead, he hugs me even more tightly.

Kiro: This is to prevent you from falling out again.

I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, and it travels up to my ear slowly. I lift my head, only to meet his bright eyes. My cheeks begin to flush.

MC: Kiro, the driver is in front…

Kiro: What did you say? It’s too noisy. I~ can’t~ hear~ anything~

For the rest of the journey, I remain in Kiro’s arms. After many more turns on the dirt road, the tractor finally reaches its destination. By the time we thank the driver, disembark, and step into the village, it’s already late afternoon.

Even though the buildings are ancient, and the facilities are not as modern as in the city, there is life everywhere. In an environment so close to nature, even the air carries with it a certain sweetness.

A large group of villagers surround us once we enter the village. Wherever Kiro goes, he manages to build good relations with people.

Villager A: Ro-Ro, you finally brought your girlfriend? She’s very beautiful, you’re really lucky!

Villager B: Girl, come try my family’s walnut cookies. Take more, don’t be shy!

Villager C: Do you eat braised duck? Try my family’s braised duck!

In a moment, my hands are full of souvenirs.

MC: Thank you everyone… there’s really no need to do this…

I look at Kiro with a silent plea, and he comes over to help.

Kiro: Thank you all for your kind hospitality. Miss Chips just arrived, so I’m going to help her settle down first, all right?

The villagers gradually disperse after leaving a few more kind words. I heave a sigh of relief. Kiro takes the souvenirs from my hands, a little apologetic.

Kiro: Did they scare you? I didn’t expect the entire village to be here… they just wanted to give you a warm welcome since you came from such a faraway place.

MC: I’m happy that everyone is so welcoming, so I’m not scared.

Kiro: That’s great! Let’s put down our bags, then I’ll show you around. There are so many interesting places here. There’s a Flower Valley near the outskirts, and if you continue down the right…

He talks excitedly about the scenic areas and his filming experiences here, as though painting the empty period when we were apart with his colours.

MC: Kiro, do you like this place a lot?

Kiro: Mm, of course. I like it a lot. And now… I like it even more.

He turns to look directly at me. The cloudless sky is behind him, but the sky in his eyes are clear, and of an even brighter blue.

Kiro: What about you, Miss Chips? Do you like it?

Bathed under the sunlight, Kiro’s smile is tender. Yet, his eyes carry within them a certain seriousness.

MC: Mm, I like it too.

In that moment, the look in his eyes becomes even brighter, and he flashes me a wide smile.

Kiro: After dinner, I have a secret surprise for you!

MC: What surprise?

Kiro: I already called it a “secret”, so of course I’ll keep it to myself first!

He blinks at me slyly, carrying our luggage as he runs up the stairs. He stands at the top of the stairs and waves.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry up!

MC: Mm!

In the span of an afternoon, Kiro shows me around the entire village – from the large banyan tree at the door to the river’s thousand-year-old stone path.

We take time to appreciate the traditional textiles, and even eat delicious farm dishes…

Starlight appears in the distance. To city-dwellers, this means that the night has just begun. But to the people here, it means that it’s time to return home and rest.

In the distance, I hear tea women singing. In the midst of the song, I call out to the person who is in front of me.

MC: Kiro…

Kiro: What’s wrong? Are you tired?

MC: No, I’m just a little curious… is the “secret surprise” you mentioned very far from here?

Kiro: Not really. There, it’s on that mountain.

MC: Then why are we bringing a tent?

Kiro: That’s also a secret!

I can only pout and continue following him.

Kiro looks incredibly well-prepared. He’s carrying a tent on his back, a high-power flashlight in his hands. You can tell from a glance that you can’t buy these things from this town.

Even though he is usually bad with directions, he walks with light steps in the twilight, clearly familiar with this path. As for the small black bag he’s carrying… I stare at it with curiosity.

I should just anticipate the surprise he has prepared!

With this in mind, I smile, my footsteps becoming lighter as well.

MC: Kiro! Wait for me!

By the time the heat of the day ebbs away and the sky is lit up by a few stars, we have reached the foot of the mountain. I look at the stone steps in front of me, slightly shocked.

MC: I thought it would be an undeveloped steep mountain road…

Kiro: Hehe, bet you didn’t expect this! Also, this stone path has a legend tied to it.

MC: A legend?

Kiro: Legend says that in ancient times, there was a loving married couple. They agreed to go up this mountain to view the sea of flowers in Spring, the forests in Summer, the sunsets in Autumn, and the stars in Winter every year. But one day, the wife suffered from a grave injury and it became difficult for her to walk. So her husband built this mountain path by hand, so they could continue their agreement till they became old and grey. As we walk up this path, we could be walking in their same footsteps!

Kiro offers me his hand as he says this. Feeling playful, I hide my hand behind my back.

MC: I’m not the wife in the legend who needs support when walking.

Kiro is stunned for a moment, then he laughs.

Kiro: [laughing] All right, then let’s see how amazing this strong and healthy Miss Chips is!

MC: No problem! Let’s race to see who reaches that banyan tree first, how’s that!

Kiro: Does the winner get a prize?

MC: Hm… the person who loses has to fulfil the winner’s wish!

Kiro: Deal!

MC: Three, two, one, go!

With these words, we run up the stone steps. Responsible for carrying more items, Kiro trails behind me.

However, as the mountain path gets increasingly steep, I begin to lose steam.

MC: Huff… huff… another ten steps…

The distance between Kiro and I grows smaller, and I can almost hear his shallow breaths from behind.

With a sudden burst of energy, I release a shout and lunge forward.

MC: Three more… two more… I’ve reached! Victory!!

The moment I step on the top of the steps, I raise up both hands in celebration.

Soon after, Kiro also reaches the goal and gives me a high-five.

Kiro: Ah… I can’t believe I lost… congratulations to Miss Chips for being the champion! You can state your wish now!

MC: Hmm, I haven’t thought about it actually. I just said it in passing just now… is it okay if I save it for now?

Kiro: You’re so sly! I’m reluctantly agreeing, but I’m only extending the time-limit of making the wish to the end of today!

MC: Mm! I will give it serious thought!

After resting for a while, we continue up the path until we reach an empty plain.

Kiro hangs a light on a tree branch, casting the surroundings in brightness. He removes the tent from his back.

MC: I just realised that you planned this right from the start. This tent is big enough to host a party!

Kiro: Savin helped me pick it. He said the blackout tent is especially suitable for…

MC: [blushing] Suitable for what?

Kiro: Mm… you’ll know in a while. [laughing]

After setting up the tent, Kiro asks me to wait outside.

He takes the small black bag and enters the tent. After a while, he sticks his head out of the flap.

Kiro: Miss Chips, come in.

MC: Eh? Do you need help with anything?

Kiro doesn’t respond, but his eyes are crinkled, a secretive smile on his face as he looks at me. I can only play along with him, bending down and entering the tent.

MC: …it’s so dark! Why didn’t you turn the light on?

Right after the words leave my lips, a sea of stars appear before my eyes.

In the tent, countless little star-shaped lights flicker. It’s like magic. The warm yellow lights illuminate this space - a space belonging only to the two of us.

The source of the light is in his hands, and light is also reflected in his bright blue eyes.

MC: It’s beautiful… is this the surprise you wanted to give me?

Kiro hangs the final star lamp on the tent carefully. He lowers his head and answers my question.

Kiro: [cheeky laughter] This is more like the “appetizer” of the surprise. The “proper meal” is still on the mountaintop, and is even more beautiful than this!

MC: Mountaintop?

Kiro: Mm! There’s a banyan tree with long, winding vines that form an enclosed natural area. Last time, the film crew strung several lights similar to these on the vines, and it was so beautiful to look at in the night! After the filming was over, I specially asked them to keep the scene as it is, so that I could bring you there someday.

He takes a step towards me, offering me his hand.

Kiro: May I ask if Miss Chips is interested to go to “Kiro’s special, limited-time-only secret base” with me?

I nod my head vigorously and place my hand in his.

MC: Of course! I’m looking forward to it!

MC and Kiro carry on upwards but fail to notice that the clouds are grey and that it’s about to rain.

It starts pouring and they realise it would be too late before they can reach the tent. Kiro notes that the mountaintop doesn’t have shelter either, so they head to a nearby cave to seek shelter.

The cave isn’t very deep, but it’s dry. In a corner, there are traces of burnt candles and food offerings.

MC: Looks like this place was used by the villagers to worship the mountain god…

Kiro: Mountain god grandfather, I am grateful that you have lent us your cave so we can hide from the rain. If you can hear this, please give the rain god a call so that he can make the rain stop quickly!

Seeing Kiro putting his hands together and talking to the rock reverently makes me laugh.

Kiro: You’re laughing at me? I’m seriously praying here!

MC: I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing. I believe the rain god will soon get the call!

Despite what I said, the rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. I roll my slightly sore ankles and turn to look at Kiro.

MC: Why are you sitting down?!

Kiro: [sighs] The rain wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so why not take a break.

He is sitting down, leaning against the stone wall. He tosses a wave in my direction.

MC: That makes sense…

I move over to Kiro and prepare to sit down, but he spreads out his arms.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro: The floor is too cold! I think Miss Chips needs a warm cushion.

He looks at me with a straightforward expression, as though predicting that I would agree.

MC: In that case… you’re not allowed to complain that I’m heavy.

Kiro: I wouldn’t!

I walk towards his outstretched arms and carefully sit on his legs.

He holds my hand firmly with one hand, and takes up the star lamp in the other.

In the darkness of the night, the only source of light rests in between us.

Fine speckles of light adorn the sturdy rock, the trees that are drenched outside, and both of our eyes.

I see my own reflection in Kiro’s eyes – there is a little panic, a little embarrassment, and a little shyness.

To calm my rapidly beating heart, I break the peaceful and silent atmosphere.

MC: Mm… I wonder when the rain would stop…

As my words leave my lips, I tell myself: “Oh no”.

Sure enough, Kiro’s eyes dim, and the smile originally on his lips turn downwards.

Kiro: [pouting] I should have checked the weather forecast…

Looking at his downcast expression, I try to comfort him.

MC: Today has already been a very happy one for me. So it doesn’t matter even if I can’t see the lights on the banyan trees.

Kiro: But…

He shakes his head, bending forward to wrap me in his arms. The tips of his hair brush my cheeks, and his breath carries with it the dampness of the rain.

Kiro: I’m sorry, Miss Chips.

Hearing the despondent voice coming from the head buried in my shoulder, I suddenly feel a heaviness in my heart.

MC: …why do you have to apologise?

Kiro: I ruined this whole thing… I wanted to have a “Tidbit Eating Showdown” with you, but it can’t happen because of me. And then I wanted to give you a romantic surprise, but because of the rain… Miss Chips, I don’t want to disappoint you. I want every single one of our dates to be perfect.

The melancholy, regret, and resoluteness in his tone makes me hold him tightly.

MC: I think our dates are already perfect.

Kiro: [sighs and sniffs] Miss Chips…

MC: Because… there’s me, there’s you, and there’s nothing missing.

I straighten up and look into his eyes as we sit under the starlight.

MC: We rode a tractor, visited every corner of the village, raced up the mountain, and even hid from the rain using the mountain god’s turf. This isn’t just an interesting date - it’s an extraordinarily interesting one!

MC: Come to think of it, it seems like every time I’m with you, we have these unexpected yet memorable special experiences!

MC: So perhaps that starry scene at the banyan tree is an invitation letter to our next “perfect date”!

Clearly not expecting what I just said, he blinks at me in a daze.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you truly happy today?

MC: Yes! Oh, I thought about what my prize should be from that earlier competition.

I reach out to place my hands on both sides of Kiro’s mouth, then tug upwards gently.

MC: I want to see Kiro’s signature smile!

We maintain this comical position while looking at each other. My reflection in his eyes contains a serious expression and also a hint of stubborn silliness.

At first, Kiro is stunned. His eyes seem to have harnessed all the light from the lamp.

Even without my assistance, Kiro smiles automatically.

--It’s a smile that belongs to him, and a smile that he shows only to me. No matter when, or whatever happens, Kiro’s smile always brings me warmth and strength.

Kiro: Oh!

As though suddenly realizing something, he raises his pinky finger towards me with a brilliant smile.

Kiro: Do you remember the promise we made last year at the Spring festival?

MC: Of course I remember. You said… that you would be with me in the future.

Kiro: Not quite. It’s that I would be with you forever. But this time, let’s add on to the promise.

MC: Add on?

I hesitantly hook my pinky finger with his, and the place where our fingers link is a place where a tiny star-shaped speckle of light happens to be.

Kiro: The promise I want to add on is that I would not only be with you forever, but I will always be happy when I’m with you!

MC: Mm! Me too!

Kiro: It’s a promise! This is the mountain god’s turf, so he will be our witness!

I nod my head vigorously.

His voice melds together with the lights in the cave.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look. The rain has stopped.

🌧

Call after the date: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro #here's a tranquil date so we can all calm down from the Ch 37 PV release

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willowistic22 · 4 years ago

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August - Javid

Ship : Javid

Genre : Angst

Song : August - Taylor Swift

Warnings : fighting (arguing), slap, cursing, if there’s more feel free to remind me to tag it :)

A/N : so long overdue i am sorry but school is a bitch quote me in that one idc lol. Anyways, this is an almost 5 k words of angsty javid songfic (thank you @nowisthetimetocarrythebanner for helping me choose which ship to write first :)) Hope yall like it and not get tired of me being a huge swiftie hehe

Salt air

And the rust on your door

This isn’t what he’s used to. Davey always tells his parents if he’ll be going out no matter what, even if he knows they wouldn’t like it because Davey will always find a way to get around their disapproval. This is out of his disciplined nature, and he knows it. Yet, he’s so drawn to this idea. Of course he’s drawn to this idea if it isn’t Jackie boy’s idea.

The moment he heard a tapping noise coming from his window, his mind is no longer in between the words of the book his father had lent him for the night. He saw the boy’s figure waving frantically on the rusty fire escape and he knows it only leads to a bizarre idea Davey will end up regretting.

I never needed anything more

“This better be worth it,”

Oh, but it’s always worth it. It’s Jack for crying out loud. When will it not be worth it for Davey when it’s Jack knocking on his window?

He folds the corner of the page and closes the book. Tossing the book on the rickety bed that he and Les share and takes a few steps across his packed bedroom to get to his window.

He slides the window open. The gust of the summer night wind instantly entering his room, along with the remaining sounds that can be heard down in the streets. But his focus is all on the boy that came to visit him. Crooked smile, dirty coarse cheeks, ruffled dark brown hair, and a lighter shade of brown in his twinkling eyes.

Whispers

Of "Are you sure?"

“What if we get caught?”

“We won’t”

“You don’t know that”

“Well, we will if ya keep standin’ around in the middle of the street like that!”

“Jack, I’m serious!”

“And so am I, Dave!”

The nickname. It caught Davey off guard. It instantly stops his jabbering. He hasn’t heard that name in awhile, Davey forgot the effect it has on him. A fast heart rate, stiffen posture, and an uncontrollable mind.

Jack being Jack, took his silence as compliance. He continues to lead him in Ms. Medda’s theatre through the back door. Ms. Medda wouldn’t mind Jack sneaking around the theatre for whatever reason. But he’s still frowned upon by the bulls, which would mean their shady looking actions would be a reason to capture him.

Davey is still standing in front of the doorway in the alleyway, whilst Jack is already a few feet ahead of him inside. Jack turns around to see if he was following and walks back to the door to convince him one last time.

He gives him his hand and voices out gently, “It’ll be fun. I promise”

And just like that, Davey is lured in his schemes once again. He reluctantly places his hand in Jack’s palm, which was instantly pulled through the door and into the backstage of Ms. Medda’s theatre.

“Never have I ever before”

Ms. Medda couldn’t be found as the two bolts passed the people working backstage. She’s performing with the rest of the Bowery Beauties. Jack’s been hearing Ms. Medda and the other performers practice this new song and was told that it’s being performed in front of an audience for the first time tonight.

Jack pulls Davey up to the scaffolding backstage so they can have a better view of the performance and a place to sit down peacefully. They let their legs dangle freely under the railings since no one will be able to see it. As Jack expected, Davey was captivated. As he puts his hands on the railing and leans forward for a clearer view, his green eyes twinkle like the stars and his smile as pure as gold. He usually hides his emotions well, but this time it was obvious this was his first time watching a performance in a theatre.

“You do this often, huh?” Davey said, eyes still glued down to the stage.

“Yeah, I’se like to sneak out after puttin’ the littles to sleep,” Jack answered. A moment of silence followed. Then Jack flips his head to gaze back at Davey and says, “It’s just the first time I brought someone with me”

Davey twists his head to face Jack. He sees the boy staring back, but he can’t decipher what about this stare that made it different from the other times they’ve shared a gaze like this. A weird feeling settles in Davey’s stomach. The feeling heats his cheeks and he knows it’s a blush.

The sudden sound of applause pulled them away from their made up universe. A standing ovation full of cheers and whistles. Jack twirls his head first, clapping softly to the feathery and glimmering ladies bowing towards the audience.

Davey’s composure hasn’t returned yet, he couldn’t find the strength to clap. He can only gaze down upon the bowing and try to decipher what had happened.

And when he least expected, Jack places a hand on the railing right next to Davey’s. His pinky slowly brushes over Davey’s. He keeps his hands absolutely still, stiffening up his whole left arm as their pinky intertwine. All while avoiding each other’s gaze in hopes to not ruin this little moment they’re sharing.

Oh, God, not again…

Your back

Beneath the sun

There’s this love hate relationship he has with Jack Kelly. The obvious reason is that the good person and amazing leader side he has is hidden under all the stupidity and spontaneous decisions that mostly leads to a catastrophe. Sure, he’s a figure to look up to for younger newsies taking on the world. But when he gets some space to do something self-indulgent, it can get a bit out of hand.

And then there’s also the not-so obvious reasons. The gentleness, the vulnerability, the oddly intense moments, the small kind gestures, all of which only Davey gets to see. He turns into a nervous wreck but seems to be addicted for more. It’s a different treatment from his other newsie friends, even a different kind of gentleness the littles receive.

When these moments first started happening, Davey thought this was a gateway to project his real feelings towards the boy. And every time after they have those special private moments together, Jack always pretends it never happens the next time they meet each other. It confuses Davey to no end. One moment they’re alone on the fire escape sharing deep secrets they’ve never told anyone before, soaking up whatever’s left of the sun before it sets. The next moment, they’re just ‘your super close pals being normal pals’.

He still hasn’t fully decided what to feel about this game he’s playing with Jack. It’s obviously dangerous, physically and emotionally. But it’s the only soft interactions Davey has ever gotten from Jack. He’s been aching for it the moment he fell for him back when the Manhattan newsies dragged him to strike.

So here he is now, standing in the circulation gate with his stack of paper in one hand and Les’ hand in the other. Ready to play along with whatever game Jack has in store for the two today. He hasn’t seen him this morning, and maybe it’s better that way.

Wishing I could write my name on it

Davey watches Les run across the circulation gates towards where his own newsie friends were waiting for him before they can start marching towards their usual selling spot. He smiles and waves back at the ten year old who seems to already be having too much fun with his friends to notice.

“They grow up so fast, huh?”

Davey twists his head around towards the source of the voice. The same boy from last night stands in front of him, proudly wearing a smirk while carrying his stack of paper.

“Well, it’s bound to happen one way or another” Davey replied, somehow being able to keep his cool.

Jack lingers in his green eyes for a moment. Davey can sense there’s a hidden meaning behind his gaze. And if his gut serves him right, it’s the same kind from last night.

Wait, what’s he doing?

He’d usually initiate the play pretend game early in the morning. But asking Davey to sell with him? That’s not pretending. Even if that game is still on his agenda for today, selling together would only make things harder.

Could it be an idiotic move for Davey to accept this invitation? Most likely. But with that offer on the table, it sparks a small flame in Davey’s curiosity. He wants to know what Jack has in mind for them.

Will you call when you're back at school?

After the two were done selling, Davey thought they were going to Jacobi’s to meet up with the rest of the newsies. But Jack turns out to have a different plan of his own. One which, like most of his other plans, brought fear upon Davey.

He led the two back to Medda’s theatre, where everyone was working backstage. They’re too busy to notice two rapscallion looking teens sneaking in the theatre.

“Jack, where are we going?” Davey finally asked as Jack continued to drag him towards the rows of seats in front of the grand stage.

They stop once they arrive in front of two specific chairs on the very last row. Jack takes a seat on one and puts his newsie bag on his lap. Davey can see a shape forming in it, despite knowing Jack had sold all of his paper earlier.

“Come on, sit down with me” Jack said, patting the empty seat next to him. Davey froze for a second, eyeing Jack skeptically. He rolls his eye with a little chuckle before pulling out the item hidden in his bag, revealing a sandwich he bought from Jacobi’s, “I got us lunch. So come sit down!”

Despite complying to the invite, Davey can’t figure out what were his intentions behind this plan. They sit in silence for the first few seconds, taking a few bites in their own respective sandwiches while staring at the stage being redecorated for tonight’s show.

“I wanted to ask somethin’… but… wasn’t sure if you’se okay talkin’ about it in front of the others…” Jack started out slowly without meeting Davey’s eyes.

At this point, Davey’s heartbeat was getting faster and louder. He so badly wants to hide his face in his hands, but his muscles have frozen in place. He keeps control of his eyes from moving, not wanting to take one glimpse at Jack to avoid a long drawn out stare.

“What is it?” Davey’s lips seem to have a mind of his own, growing impatient at the excessive silence. He mentally slaps it from thinking it was a good idea to make any sort of move.

In the corner of his eyes, he can see Jack turning his head to face Davey. Though he still doesn’t dare to look back.

“Are ya still gonna come by the lodge once you’se back to school?”

A silent sigh of relief escaped his lips, though it did kind of hurt when the question wasn’t what he expected. Nonetheless, he answers, “Well, not as often as now. But I’ll definitely come back every now and again”

August is ending and all the newsies knows Davey and Les are bound to go back to school. They’ve grown comfortable with the brothers, so it’ll definitely feel weird not having them around as often.

Never in his wildest dreams would Davey expect Jack asking about that topic. But going out of his way to drag him all the way here? And buying the two lunch while he’s at it? There has to be more than that, right?

I remember thinking I had you

“Are you gonna miss me?” Davey rounds up the last bit of courage in him to ask.

He hears Jack scoff and can feel the eye roll directed towards him, “Keep dreamin’, Dave!”

He finds the strength to look back towards Jack. Seeing the brunet cracking up a laugh through his smile, he laughs along with him.

Their sandwiches are now left as crumbs, but they didn’t bother walking out of the theatre. They were too entertained with their conversation. Davey noticed how quiet they’re being, despite being too far from anyone to hear what stupid nonsense spilled out of their mouths. There’s also that oddly intense feeling between their breaths, giving all their stupid nonsense a double meaning to it.

As time passes on, things start to escalate even further. It could be just Davey, but there’s something about the way Jack looks at him. His brown eyes look more cheerful and his smile is wider. Unprompted hand touches, so soft and slow yet utterly meaningless. There was no reason for Jack’s hand to dance around the palm of Davey’s. Nor was there a reason for said hand to travel to playfully touch his cheeks. And could their heads be slowly gravitating towards each other? Or could that just be Davey’s head playing tricks with all of this happening to him?

“So… will you be able to run the lodge without my help?” Davey asked, filling in the little silence settling between the two after a fit of giggles turned into a lingering gaze.

“I’se ran the lodge just fine before you and Les showed up,” Jack started, “ I’ll be fine without you!”

“Sure glad I won’t be missed” Davey joked, turning his head down to his hands on his laps.

“What? No! That ain’t what I meant!”

He reaches over to grab his hands gently, causing the taller boy to go beet red. He draws reassuring circles on the back of Davey’s hand, the goosebumps returning once again as he watches it unfold on top of his lap.

“We’ll be fine, but we’se gonna miss you guys,” Jack said.

The hand reaches up to Davey’s chin, forcing him to properly face Jack. His green eyes grew wide at the sight of the brunet boy staring longingly at Davey. He was for certain that their heads are slowly gravitating towards each other. With every inch closer, his heartbeat grows louder and faster. He couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open the moment he could feel Jack’s hot breath dancing on his face. His lips, already parted and so ready to be able to welcome Jack’s—

BANG!

The door right beside them swung open, causing the two boys to jump and return back to their respectful seats.

“Funny seeing you boys here!” A femenine voice rang through their ears, high and pitchy but with a friendly tone.

They turn their heads towards the sound. There stood a tall figure. Head full of long red curls and clever light brown eyes darting between the two. Cheeks with some freckles animated to form a smirk on the pearl white face.

“And you have a proper excuse to be here, Kath?” Jack challenged her, “I’se sure you’se smart enough to know the first show of the day doesn’t start till later in the evenin’”

Jack’s smile was no longer centralized towards Davey again. He gets himself lost in Kathrine as she makes her way towards the stage with her notepad and pencil, brushing his witty remarks off with a little eyeroll.

Davey watches as he smiles at Kathrine’s presence and remembers the reality. He shifts back in his seat, trying his absolute best to make sure Jack doesn’t hear his heart breaking. That would be embarrassing if he found out Davey thought this wasn’t a game after all.

Back when we were still changing for the better

He quickly departs from the scene, not wanting to meet Jack’s face as he gets up from his seat. He left the theatre quickly, recollecting himself with a deep breath as he made his walk.

Davey repeatedly beat himself up for being such an idiot. There’s been multiple times that happened. When he thought something was going to be different between the two, something around them would remind them that it’s all just a game. It isn’t different than those previous times and will never be different. It’s just a concept Davey still needs to get used to.

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

Oh, how badly he longed for the feeling. The feeling to be held by him. The feeling to share a loving kiss. To share more little moments with him. With that infuriating and equally charming Jack Kelly.

Davey would scream in his head, over and over again, how that’s not possible. He isn’t meant to love and be loved by Jack. His heart was already reserved for Kathrine. He knew that from the moment he saw the way Jack acts around her. He could see hearts in his eyes, a brighter smile, and maybe a cockier manner.

When Jack was around him, it felt just like that but slightly different. Jack would be more gentle, tamed, and shier. Davey made up so many excuses in his head for that contrasting behavior, all of which benefits his own feelings. Though, he’s smarter than to think that is what’s actually going on. So he’d usually proceed to make up more excuses of how happy he is that Jack found Kathrine. It did sort of help him through this wave of sadness. Without it, Davey might not be able to blend himself with the crowd of people rushing up and down the sidewalk.

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say "Meet me behind the mall"

“Dave!”

The sound of his name made him look back. His heart starts beating faster when he saw it was Jack Kelly. He shouldn’t be standing still like this, waiting for Jack to catch up to him. It’s obvious Jack has his heart for someone else. Davey can’t keep waiting for him to keep up and chase after him only to be tossed to the side once he’s bored with the little game they’re playing.

Jack stops in front of him, crouching down with both hands on his knees. He takes a moment to catch his breath before properly standing up to flash his slightly red and sweaty face.

“You forgot your bag,” Jack said, pulling out a dirty newsie bag out of his own and presenting it to him.

He didn’t realize it wasn’t strapped around his torso like usual till now. He takes it from Jack’s hand and chuckles out through his small smile, “Thanks, Jack”

Davey awkwardly turns around, back to focusing on his trek. Before he took a step further, something grabbed his arm from behind and stopped him.

Before he knows it, Davey finds himself in an alleyway. Backed up against the wall by Jack, uncertainty makes up the lines and curves of his face. But Davey isn’t focused on his face. Rather, the lips that had crashed onto him with no warning.

So much for summer love, and saying “Us”

A few days have passed and Davey could still feel the feeling of those lips against his own. How it remained frozen for a moment when they first connected, but soon moved together once they’ve registered to what’s happening. It creates a sweet feeling that makes the two tremble in each other's grasps. He couldn’t describe what Jack tastes like, mainly because he was too focused on the feeling caused by the movement, but it was addicting and he wants more of it.

The feeling buzzed through him for the rest of the day till the next morning. Sarah and Les noticed it and kept on bugging their brother to spill, but nothing worked. Davey was still feeling the high of it after a few days but was able to ground his feelings so it won’t show up to the surface all that much.

Though, he’s still unsure if he should make a move. Jack somehow acted a bit stranger than usual. The ‘pretending that nothing happened’ game was on again, but this time he was more distant than usual. While the others were smiling and properly greeted Davey and Les when they arrived at the circulation gate, Jack just waved and quickly got himself busy on his own.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

After a long day of selling, Davey sits down on one of the empty chairs at Jacobi’s for some lunch. His rousing newsie friends filling in the, once peaceful, deli with their chattering and laughter. Davey stays silent while Crutchie, Finch, and Specs talk about their day.

In storms, Race comes running in followed by Albert and takes up the last two chairs on their table. Their energy contrasts with the previous four, but they’re always welcome with their stupid grins.

“You’se two are excited” Crutchie commented after putting down his glass of water, “What happened?”

“You’se guys would never believe what just happened!” Race started, followed by a fit of laughter with Albert. Confused glances were shared between the other four. Upon seeing this, Race and Albert stopped to tell the story.

But I can see us

Lost in the memory

Race was wrong. Davey would absolutely believe what just happened. Though, he wishes he didn’t believe it. Or that it was just a lie. Whatever he can say that can dismiss what Race and Albert just told him. Because Jack kissed Kathrine and Davey can’t believe it’s true to save his poor heart.

He didn’t want to make it noticeable that he was storming out of Jacobi’s, but he desperately needed to see Jack again. His heart is fully shattered this time, he can’t take it any longer. Davey waited for a few minutes before he walked out, trying his absolute best to not let his shattered heart appear to the surface.

August slipped away into a moment in time

It didn’t take long for him to reach the lodge, Albert and Race had briefly mentioned from his story where Jack was. For the most part, Davey had ground his emotions. The sorrowful note in his heart, and just a little bit of anger, was hidden in front of his friends to avoid any questions. But the further away he got from them, the more of his emotions started to seep out of his skin.

He steps into the completely empty lodge. If Jack isn’t found inside, he’d probably be up on the roof. Davey walks up the rusty fire escape. He pops his head up and sees Jack sitting on the other side of the roof, to what Davey suspects to be, sketching something on a piece of paper with the way his back is bent forwards.

Davey is completely perplexed, seeing Jack going about his day as if he didn’t do anything. The lines on his face are drawn by anger, green eyes glowing with fire, hand forming into a fist that’s ready to strike.

He makes Jack notice his presence by purposely stomping loudly as he steps on the roof. Jack turns around from his drawing. Once he noticed it was Davey, he put his drawing down and stood up with a bright and innocent face to greet his friend, a huge contrast to Davey’s. Jack takes a few steps closer to him but still left a good amount of space between the two.

“Dave!”

'Cause it was never mine

He didn’t act up towards that nickname. He simply walks past Jack and purposely bumps their shoulder in a fit of rage. It was Jack’s turn to be perplexed.

He takes a moment before he turns around to hear why Davey was here. Jack got a vague answer when he was met by a strong slap to the face from Davey.

“Do I mean nothing to you?!”

Jack stands completely still in front of Davey, rage visibly coursing through his veins. Jack was left speechless from that unprompted slap. The pain still stinging on his cheek as it slowly turns redder and redder as the second passes.

He looks down to his feet, propping his hands on his hips before looking back up to Jack. Davey’s green eyes now slowly overflowing with water and holding a sob in his throat.

“Why’dju do it?” Davey’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “Why did you set me up in this... game?”

Davey lets one sob escape his lips but holds back the rest in his throat. He blinks a few of the tears away and looks back to where Jack’s face slowly starts to crumble now that he knows what’s this all about.

“Kelly, why did you kiss me?!” Davey raised his voice a bit.

Jack looks at him with wide eyes. Fear in his gaze upon seeing this side of Davey for the first time. He can’t find the answers to those questions. Not even the words to excuse himself.

Davey wraps his arms around his torso to find some form of comfort in this situation. He turns to look past him because looking at him in the eye hurts.

“I don’t get it….Y-you held my hand, you shared secrets, you showed me remarkable things…” Davey went on, the memories flashing in his head like a movie, “... But then after a few days you act like you don’t even know me!”

Jack watches as Davey tries to hold himself together to continue. He watches as his heart crumbles in front of him. The sound ringing in his ears is painful, knowing that it was coming from Davey. And even worse: Jack was the reason.

Davey turns his head to face Jack again.

“Was it stupid of me to fall for you? Was it... stupid of me that when you started doing all of that…” Davey started, voice reflecting the state of his aching heart, “I thought that maybe... you actually returned my feelings?”

“No” Jack simply answered after taking some time to ponder over it.

“But you also kissed Kathrine” Davey brought up what Race and Albert said earlier, “I even heard… you’re going on a date together…”

“Davey… where’dju even get that from?” Jack asked.

“Race and Albert. Sounds like you’re pretty open about it…”

Jack couldn’t move a muscle. His brain fully blanks as it drives Jack’s focus all onto the sobbing boy in front of him.

Back when I was living for the hope of it all

“I should’ve known…” Davey breathes out, dropping his head to the floor, “I should’ve fucking known…”

“No… No, don’t say that” Jack takes a few steps closer, desperately reaching his hands towards him. But Davey violently steps away. Jack knows it means he’s close enough, so he drops his hands to his side again.

“I shouldn’tve hoped for much...” Davey continued, a little raise to his tone but laced with suffering, “I knew from the start you wouldn’t care…”

“Davey, wait! It’s not what you think!”, Jack tries to get closer but ends up stepping backwards as Davey forces him to back away.

“Oh, is it?!” Davey challenged. His face, now shattered in pieces by the tears he could no longer hold back, “Did you fucking forget all those stupid moments you spent with me?! Making me think I actually mean something to you?!”

“Of course you mean somethin’ to me!” Jack stops Davey from pushing him even further, standing his ground with his feet and words. Or whatever it is he can come up in his brain in this heated situation, “I-it’s just… it’s… I don’t know, okay?”

Davey recollects himself as best as he can, furiously sniffing his nose while wiping the tears off his cheeks and eyes. He slows his breathing down while cynically staring at Jack. He slowly makes his way towards the brunet, keeping just an inch of space between their faces.

“Then let’s find out”

His warm breath linger in the limited space between them. The two boys lock their eyes in an intense stare. Davey parts his lips slightly open, testing Jack’s words by pushing him to act up.

Davey aches for another kiss, but he only lets his head tilt to the side while he waits for Jack. But Jack didn’t move. No muscle in him acted up to what he said. He just stood there, staring. Once again making Davey look like an idiot.

He purses his lips, another drop of water falling down his cheek. Davey turns on his heel and walks away from the scene.

“No, wait, I can explain!” Jack chased after the boy, grabbing his arm and twirling him to get them to face each other once again. But Davey’s face is now in pieces, as he barely can hold it in any longer the moment he turned his face away from Jack.

“Let go, Jack,” His voice was shaky and breathy, “Please… I can’t do this anymore…”

The sound of his pressed down sob down his throat broke Jack’s heart even further. He loosens his grip from the boy, letting his hands slide down his sides. He watches as Davey sniffles and wipes his eyes with his sleeves.

“Take care, Jackie,” Davey said before turning around and walking away.

Watching Davey walk away like that left Jack speechless and heartbroken. A wave of guilt and regret rises from his stomach towards his eyes. It wells up with water, watching one of the most important people in his life walk away.

As Davey exits the empty lodging house, he takes in every detail of the house. Whether it’s a crack on the wall, a rust on the bunk bed, or even the precious little trinkets his friends left lying around, Davey examines it till it’s embedded in his brain. After this day, he might not have the strength to come back. Ever.

#newsies #songfic #javid #javid newsies #Jack kelly #davey jacobs #jack newsies #davey newsies #tw cursing #tw caps #tw arguing #tw fighting #tw slap #god i hope yall like the ending #like the part where they were arguing yknow?#bcs like at first i liked it #and then kinda sorta changed my mind #i hate it when my brain does that #but i'm including it in idc idc

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vapcrwaves · 4 years ago

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━♡ guess the 24 YEAR OLD JULY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because AOKI IMOJEN is just as BLAZING as the month of JULY. wait, why do they remind me of HIRAI MOMO? beyond that, they seemed SELF-RELIANT & BUOYANT upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of INSURGENT & RECKLESS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 2 / FLOOR # 2 ; they seem to have a lot going on with HER job as TATTOO ARTIST / BASSIST.

bonjour , y’all !! my name’s jade ( she/her , twenty-one , gmt+8 ) !! and i’m super excited to meet and write with everyone !! this is my spunky kid , imojen , and i hope you’ll come to enjoy her as much as i did writing everything about her :D if you wanna plot , do not fret because i’ll be dropping in everyone’s IMs hehe , but if you prefer to plot over at discord , don’t hesitate to tell me !! <3

* 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 ╱ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ .

name : aoki imojen nicknames : yoki , jen . age : twenty - four . birthday : july 27 , 1996 . zodiac : leo sun , aquarius moon , sagittarius rising . place of birth : tokyo , japan . currently living : seoul , south korea . occupation : tattoo artist , bassist . pronouns : she / her . orientation : bisexual biromantic . ethnicity : japanese . spoken languages : japanese , korean , english . character insp. : kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you , bridget vreeland from sisterhood of traveling pants , effy stonem from skins uk , young carol rhodes from gossip girl tv series , rhonda smith , mia’s backstory from if i stay . label / tropes : hoyden , icarian , insurgent , reveller , the rebellious spirit . pinterest : here . aesthetics : scared of commitment , but has 7 tattoos. a habit of endlessly lighting a lighter. platform boots to boost your height. but then again, sneakers for comfort while running from the cops. forgetting to discard empty cigarette packets from your bomber jacket. spilling your fifth espresso onto your drawings and designs , maybe it’s time to sleep. a frightening look on your face which millennials like to call a resting bitch face. the heat ruining your collection of leather jackets. finding comfort in your friends who seem to understand your mood swings. having a pet cat who’s as feisty as you. spontaneous adventures live inside your head and your friends fall victim to those ideas. liking the rays of the sun more than the moon despite being a night owl. oversleeps anyway. trimming your bangs yourself because you couldn’t be bothered to go to the salon. overcooking your sunny side up eggs. sleeping to forget problems. drinking to forget problems. epitome of a ride or die.

* 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 ╱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ .

aoki imojen was born to understand what it was to live a life with no structure. her father was part of a rising band in the 90s, toured all over small venues in japan that they slowly rose to a known local name, and imojen has seen all the chaos unfold from backstage in the arms of her mom. however, slowly transitioning into the year of 2000s, the economy was still struggling from the lost decade and the income from touring never sufficed for a growing family. imojen’s father was forced to leave the music scene with the help of her mother’s influence: “it’s time to be serious”; and work multiple jobs in order to fully provide for his first child and the another growing one inside his wife’s womb.

growing up, imojen’s no stranger to music and her father loved to introduce rock music and bands to imojen’s upbringing. she adored b’z and the gazette, and it leaves no doubt that imojen’s father had been her greatest influence in life. as she grew older, not only did they share identical music preferences and influences, but imojen’s learned to play various instruments— the bass being her favorite. imojen’s also stemmed from that infamous reckless behavior his father’s known for back in the day, and when the teenage years came, so did the impetuous reputation begin.

imojen and her mother aren’t exactly as close as she was with her father. in fact, their relationship was a toe out of the civil line. it got worse when imojen started to focus on the band she created with friends instead of school and late night practices turned to never returning home for a few days and having the audacity to blatantly lie when asked where she was when asked. it’s hard not to blame her mother when she assumed things for the worst. imojen’s gone quite defiant especially when she discovered that her and her father’s relationship had began to run askew. imojen blames her mother’s interference with her father’s music career as much as her father did, she loved him so much that she was completely blindsided to always take his side. and when the divorce papers came and went, imojen chose her father as she always would.

her father got a job as a musician locally and eventually overseas, however, money didn’t come by so fast and easy initially. instead of going to university, imojen invested in learning the arts in tattoo design and worked as a tattoo artist to help with the bills. the pair finally thought to settle in korea when imojen’s father got a permanent job. and at this time, imojen has decided to try pursue a career as a musician as well, hoping that the thrill in her early band days are still well stored in her system.

* 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 ╱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ .

imojen can never be satisfied of living in the same area for so long, or at least under the roof with the watchful eye of her father. work’s payed well and imojen decided to move out and get an apartment of her own. hence, she found dallyeog, parties almost every single day, drags everyone into spontaneous adventures, comes home terribly drunk and wakes up with a huge hangover—well, still pretty normal. aside from the norm, imojen working at the tattoo parlor and taking gigs at bars as a bassist, imojen’s investing in writing music as well. she hopes one day to finally finish at least one song she’s been procrastinating for far too long and convince her father to make them a rock duo instead, but a band of her own would fantastic too.

* 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 ╱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ .

imojen looks quite mean at first glance, and it doesn’t help that she’s indifferent towards anyone who isn’t part of already her friend. she doesn’t hate, hate is such a strong word, she simply doesn’t have the attention span for people that don’t interest her or she doesn’t know fully well to enjoy a conversation with.

honestly has the gina linetti energy “how was i supposed to know there’d be consequences for my actions” as she literally does anything she wants before her brain can even weigh the pros and cons to it.

imojen enjoys taking risks despite the relaxed attitude and seemingly nonchalant view in life. it might be a surprise to learn that she’s quite ambitious, but underneath, she does aim for the highs (both meanings) in life, except there isn’t exactly a time frame for those and would much rather pursue them steadily.

everyone can depend on imojen to have a good time, or if someone needed a friend to vent to, she can surprisingly be all ears, but never follow her words of advice. she does mean well, it’s just that she doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time and is quite reckless,, like ask her to pick between two choices and she’ll advice you to take the riskier one bc “it’s fun don’t be a prude”.

she is more sympathetic than she let on. imojen’s not very vocal especially with her emotions and on what she exactly feels about other people’s situation. serious conversations? catch her yeet away from those. they render her uncomfortable, most especially if it is about her. however, seeing her friends gloomy doesn’t sit right with her that she does anything to make them crack a smile.

believes that people should be left to roam free and that authority is useless and ruins the fun— hence why she’d always be caught defying them. yes, she uses her brain, but acts more towards intuition and what she felt like doing that day. so yes, she might loves setting her life on the line.

* 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 ╱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ .

plastic hearts ╱ someone whom imojen shares a passion for music with. the both of you are like peas in a pod as you both are in the same wavelengths as each other. they may not have the same types of music, but open enough to share a plethora of music playlists.

angels like you ╱ the typical bad-good influence trope wherein imojen’s reckless behavior and liberated thoughts on legalities have gotten your muse in various dangerous but fun adventures. on a flip, your muse may be the reason why imojen’s woken up at 8 in the morning, bright, well, and not hungover.

prisoner ╱ an angsty and toxic relationship that imojen could not get enough of. everyone sees this partnership (romantic or platonic) of destructive nature, both of you may or may not know, but regardless it can never be broke off no matter how hard both try.

gimme what i want ╱ the typical fwb relationship, we can add spice to it, but on the base that’s the idea.

night crawling ╱ imojen’s ride or die, the person she would instantly run to for an adventure, midnight strolls, alcohol escapades, and vandalism. but as things you both do burst into haywire, you’re both aren’t afraid to be open to each other too and spill secrets or bodies hidden in the closet.

midnight sky ╱ perhaps a new acquaintance?? friend?? that doesn’t exactly have a first good impression of imojen?? maybe vomited on your muse the first time they met, or jen was really mean for no reason under the influence of alcohol?? she’s chaotic so perhaps it wasn’t a good first meeting.

bad karma ╱ imojen hasn’t been exactly an angel all her life, and perhaps karma has run around to bite her in her ass. your muse might’ve been somebody who hurt imojen; either a terrible break up or severing trust, let’s explore :D

golden g string ╱ a band :D maybe nothing too serious, just a group of pals playing and making music together :D or maybe the group's been playing gigs for awhile now and wants to head into the big leagues :D

honestly im so down with anything so !!!!!!

#[ PINNED POST ]#dallyeog:intro #this has gotten too long SORRYsdfsdf #but thanks for reading <3

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whatsseobb · 4 years ago

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Something Old, Something New (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic) - Chapter 11

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[A/N: Thank you for all the likes and for reading this work of mine. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing. This is the first long fanfiction that I’ve written and I am happy to receive positive feedback. Speaking of long, this is quite a long chapter. Hehe. Anyway, you can message me here or comment on AO3 if you loved it or if you have any questions/speculations of what might happened next. Enjoy this chapter!]

Synopsis: Crystal finds an enchanting jewelry box from the antique shop. Day by day, she discovers different journal entries hidden inside the box. Where is it coming from? What exactly is the music box? Most importantly, who is G?

Chapter Eleven - Runaway

“Let’s run away.”

Waking up with the biggest smile on her face, Crystal immediately got up and took a piece of paper to write a good morning message to her lover. Her mind kept wandering on last night’s events, what they talked about, running away together, and their kiss. Even if it was just a dream, Crystal can still feel Gigi’s lips on hers, her touch lingering all over her body. It was all too vivid, the scent of her scarlet locks and the taste of her honey-dipped lips were all the teenager could think of. There would be times that she found herself staring at the wall, reminiscing last night’s memories. As she was about to finish her letter, she heard the music box play indicating an incoming note from the young lady.

Crystal was not the type who typically likes cheesy or mushy lines from anyone but reading it from Gigi seemed to be an exception. Smiling from ear to ear was an understatement of how the teenager was feeling at that moment. She was ecstatic.

She grabbed her pen and continued writing her morning message to Gigi. She was feeling too much happy emotions that she was able to finish writing the letter in a very short amount of time. She was that excited to talk to her again.

The teenager energetically got up and cleaned her room. In contrast to yesterday’s gloomy atmosphere, that day seemed to be brighter and lighter. Crystal was humming as she picked up the random pieces of clothing from her bedroom floor and tossed them to the laundry bin happily. She also put on some cheerful music that suited her mood.

That merry and smitten feeling wasn’t a stranger to Crystal. She sure have felt that way before however, this time was different. There was something about the young lady that got her infatuated. As much as she tried to figure out the reason, she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly have gotten her head over heels towards Gigi. Despite knowing the fact that they were years apart, the feeling was exciting. The way that they haven’t even met in their waking reality and she hadn’t even seen or felt her other than the times they met in their dreams felt mysterious. It didn’t matter at all to Crystal. She was just so sure about this one.

After a few hours, she propped herself on top of her bed and opened her laptop, looking at towns where they plan to run away to. Of course, she couldn’t get Gigi off of her mind. She was thinking of her as she read and read until she slowly fell asleep.

“There you are!” A pair of long arms made its way around Crystal’s waist from behind. The teenager, looking perplexed, turned around and found herself standing in front of a huge building full of stores and boutiques. She glanced at the person hugging her which immediately put a beam on her face.

“Geege, hi. Missed me?” The young lady pushed her bottom lip forward, nodding in response. The cuteness made Crystal roll her eyes jokingly, poking the tip of her perfect little button nose.

“Where are we?”

The brown-haired girl took the girl’s hand and pulled her inside. They found themselves surrounded by a lot of people and loud music. Pinball machines, hoop games, bowling machines and different play stations surrounded them. Gigi was looking around curiously as she stopped in front of a claw machine. It was full of snuggly animals which caught her attention.

“Do you want me to get one for you?” Crystal offered as she pushed a coin inside the machine.

“I didn’t know that you could get toys from a claw machine. The ones I see in town are just full of candies. Or maybe there are toys there too, but not as cuddly as these ones.” She stood beside Crystal as she pointed which toy she wanted.

The teenager operated the machine, biting her lower lip as she tried to aim the claw towards the colorful stuffed toy that her girlfriend wanted. She pressed the button with a hundred percent certainty that she will get the stuffed animal.

“Aw!” She kicked the machine in frustration as the toy landed nowhere near the exit. She walked around the machine, observing and planning on how she was going to aim for the toy the second time. Then, she inserted another coin, giving it another try.

“I don’t think this machine is working, Geege.”

“Let me try.” As Gigi was about to take control, Crystal gained more determination to win her a toy. She put another coin and took the controllers, aiming for the stuffed animal that she wanted. She turned to the sides, making sure that she aimed correctly. When she was sure that she would get it, she hit the button and waited for the claw to pick the toy up. To no avail, she failed once again.

The young lady took over. As she was calmly moving the controllers, the teenager was watching on the side, pouting sadly as she could not get a toy for her. The lonely pout turned to a big smile as she heard her girl cheering happily. She bent down to pick up her toy, hugging it close to her with the happiest grin on her face. “I won!”

“Wow, G! On the first try? Impressive. I bet the machine just doesn’t like me. Hmp.”

They continued walking around the area, hand in hand. Gigi had the toy on her other hand as she slightly swayed the other that was holding onto Crystal’s. The teenager glanced at their intertwined fingers then back at Gigi, a small crescent forming on her lips. She didn’t realize how far they were walking, she was too enticed by the young lady beside her. Their tracks stopped when they reached a dance machine which caught Gigi’s curiosity once more.

“What’s this?”

“This is a fun game! It’s Dance Dance Revolution. You can choose a song to dance to and then you just have to follow the steps. You need to step on the arrows that will be shown on screen. Okay, watch me.”

Crystal picked her song and started playing the game. At first, her confidence was on the roof as she tried to show off her dance moves. She glanced at Gigi from time to time who was very amazed at the dance machine. She did her best to follow all the arrows but her two left feet didn’t allow her to do it successfully. The young lady didn’t mind. She was just happily watching her.

Panting heavily, Crystal walked to Gigi and smiled. “So, that’s how you play the game. I’m quite good at it, you know.”

Gigi let out a soft chuckle before pulling the other girl closer to the machine again. “I challenge you.”

“You? Challenging me? Oh sure. What are we betting on?” A smug smirk appeared on Crystal’s lips as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Oh, I know. The loser will have to grant a wish.”

“What kind of wish, Crys?”

“Anything. It’s up to the winner.”

“Deal.”

The two stood in front of the Dance Revo machine, competitively looking at each other. Gigi was the one to pick a random song she hadn’t listen to before. It was quite a fast yet unfamiliar song but nonetheless, one of them did it successfully. They were holding onto the rail tightly as they both tried to step on the correct arrows. After a few minutes of dancing, Crystal fell on the floor as she breathed tiredly. Meanwhile, the young lady jumped around, cheering for her own win.

“How… could you… do that? I thought you don’t know this game.” Crystal uttered in between her heavy breathing as she looked up at the other girl, pouting her lips once more.

“Yes, I don’t know what this game is but it’s easy to play!”

“It’s not! That was a very fast song. My feet almost got tangled.” The taller lady laughed as she shook her head before handing Crystal a handkerchief.

“It was not that hard. You did incredible, my love.”

“Hmp. How are you just amazing in anything you do? With the claw machine, with this one. Is there anything you can’t do? What else can you do?”

Gigi let out soft giggles at the compliment she received before leaning closer to Crystal. The tip of their nose were touching as the young lady muttered under her breath, “Name something.” The smug comment from Gigi made Crystal roll her eyes before she placed her hands on the scarlet-haired girl’s cheeks, cupping her face. She leaned in quickly to leave a light peck on the other’s plump lips.

“Now Ma’am, what do you want me to do for you? You won the bet. Your wish is my command.” Crystal pulled away, bowing in front of her like a knight in shining armour which gained chuckles from the young lady.

“Hmm… I’ll hold on to that win. When we meet, I’ll let you know.”

“Let’s try this one!” Gigi tugged on Crystal’s hand as they went inside a photo booth. The couple sat down and adjusted so that they can be seen on camera.

“Should we try some poses? Or props?”

“The two of us would be enough, Crys.” Gigi moved closer to Crystal, smiling widely at the camera. The teenager put her arm on Gigi’s shoulder, leaning her head closer to hers as she showed her smile. The camera clicked.

“Another one. Hmm, maybe we should do a silly pose, G. Show me your ugly side. You always look pretty. It’s getting quite unfair.” The two giggled as they showed their funny faces, Crystal crossing her eyes and throwing her hands to the air while Gigi sticking her tongue out. Click.

For the third photo, the teenager tried to think of a couple’s pose that they can try. Crystal lifted her left arm on top of her head and made an arc by dropping her wrist towards Gigi. The young lady looked at Crystal weirdly but still tried to copy what she was doing using her right arm. Click.

The young lady moved closer towards the other girl. Her face was inches from Crystal, the latter feeling Gigi’s breath on her skin. She wanted to look at her as she wondered what she was doing but instead just looked at the camera. Before the camera shot their last photo, Gigi leaned as she softly whispered, “I like you.” The teenager couldn’t help but smile at the sudden confession which made the other grin happily while looking at her girl. Click.

After the final shot, Crystal took a deep breath before turning her body towards Gigi. She put her hand on Gigi’s neck which sent shivers down her spine as she felt the coldness of the teenager’s palm. They both leaned in and their lips met halfway. It was obvious to the both of them that they were really yearning for each other’s kiss. It took a few seconds before the two heard their photograph finished printing. They pulled away from each other with the sweetest curve on their faces.

Gigi excitedly showed it to Crystal, smiling from ear to ear as she scanned the photos that they have taken. “These are so adorable! Look at that!”

“What are we doing in this third picture? I thought that was supposed to be a heart.” Crystal laughed as she pointed at their third photo, which turned out to be a circle instead of a heart formed with their arms.

“You are so beautiful here, Geege. I wish I could take this home.” Her smile slowly turned upside down as she sadly stared at their photograph, holding it closer to her. The young lady cupped her cheeks and pulled her face closer.

“Hey, don’t feel glum. We can take more pictures soon, when we meet.” The taller girl bumped her nose against the other, smiling happily before taking her hand and walked around some more.

“Speaking of… maybe we should talk about our plan, G.”

“Oh yeah! About that… I have to tell you something.” Gigi and Crystal found their way towards a car which was parked in an empty lot. They sat inside, the brown-haired girl still holding on to the photograph.

“Is something wrong?” Crystal turned to look at the scarlet-haired girl, nervously biting on her lower lip.

The young lady took the other’s hand, placing it on her lap as she caressed it tenderly. “Well, I’m just going to get this out there. I want to be 100% honest with you. Mother wanted me to get closer with Lawrence, before our wedding. So she wanted me to take some of my things to his house.”

“Oh.”

“Rose and Nicolette helped me out. Didn’t I tell you, Rose and Lawrence are actually cousins, that’s why we are sort of friends too. Anyway, I brought some of my things to their house and my friends helped me out. I also told them about you and our ‘plan’. They are willing to help us out, Crys.”

A tiny hint of hope appeared on Crystal’s eyes as she listened to what Gigi was telling her. The two of them meeting in their waking life soon didn’t seem like an impossible matter anymore. She believed that there’s a huge chance she can be with her in reality, not just in their sleep.

“That’s great, G. I really can’t wait to be with you soon.” She took her hand and rubbed her thumb against the top, drawing small circles on her smooth skin.

“Me too, Crys.” The teenager leaned closer towards Gigi as she planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The other girl replied with the same softness, smiling afterwards.

“I like you, Crystal.” She mumbled in between their lips, looking intently in her dark orbs. The other girl smiled back before moving closer to give her another smooch. As she pulled away, she brushed her cold fingers on her cheeks, making the other flinch a bit before snuggling her skin on the other’s hand.

“Oh, by the way, you still have the painting, right? Maybe you can show it to me in person soon, when we officially meet.”

“That’s a great idea, Crys! Maybe we can meet soon. Well, soon for you anyway. I’ll be a lot older when we meet. I wonder if you would still find me pretty.” Gigi looked down and pushed her lower lip forward into a pout, which the other girl found cute. She leaned in and gave it a quick peck before sitting back to her former position.

“I bet you will still look glamorous like you are right now. And even if you have all those wrinkles and what not, I would still fall for you.” Crystal’s words made the young lady blush, looking away only to see a movie playing on the enormous screen in front of them.

“Oh, they are playing Roman Holiday. I have seen this film once with Nicolette and Rose. Have you watched this?”

“Not yet. I am willing to watch this with you. We can watch a lot of movies together. I’ll bring my laptop with me when I come visit you then we’ll have movie marathons. Wait, umm… a laptop is this computer that you can bring anywhere with you. It can store a lot of files and you can watch videos and movies there too. There’s a lot of things you can do.”

Even though Gigi had no idea what Crystal was talking about, it still put a smile on her face. She watched her, her eyes glistening with happy tears as she listened to what she was saying. “I would love that, Crys.”

Crystal turned to Gigi, hugging the colorful toy they won earlier from the claw machine closer to her. “I have a question, Geege. When we meet, what’s the first thing that you will do?”

“Hmm… Maybe I would wrap my arms around you and hug you tight. And say that I have been waiting for you, like when we first met here. I remember saying that. It’s true though, I have been waiting for you.” The scarlet-haired girl delicately let out a laugh. “What about you? What will you do?”

“I will… wrap my arms around you, like this.” She demonstrated, wrapping her arms around Gigi’s tiny waist, pulling her closer to her as she leaned closer to her ear and muttered. “And I will tell you how much I have been waiting to hold you like this. I will lean closer to your ear and I’ll tell you how much I like you.”

“How much?”

Crystal paused for a bit as she took a deep breath before leaning back to meet Gigi’s gaze. “You mean so much to me, Gigi. I am willing to do anything just to be with you. When we meet, I am willing to stay with you. I don’t care if you are years older than me. To me, you are still the Gigi I met through the letters. You are the same Gigi that I think of every single day. I am willing to take care of you, Geege.”

Tears were welling up in Gigi’s eyes as she listened to Crystal’s honest confession. She tilted her head to the side, smiling softly. “I like you so much, Crys.”

“Me too.”

The couple inclined towards one another as they shared another kiss. This time, it was passionate. Like their first, they poured all of their raw emotions toward each other onto the kiss. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. Even if it was just a dream, Crystal could still feel the tenderness of Gigi’s lips against hers, the warmth of her skin and her sweet scent just millimeters away from her made her knees frail. Her fingers wandered on her back as if they had a mind of their own. She felt flutters on her stomach as she noticed Gigi’s hands running through her curly hair, brushing her fingers on it as she played with her brown locks. Her heart decided to skip a beat as a wave of chills crawled on the back of her spine. Gigi was all she could think of. Her scent consumed her senses. Her lips were oxygen, it was the only thing that mattered to her, the only thing she needed to keep her alive.

As they pulled away, Crystal gazed deep into her orbs, getting lost. Gigi was the first one to say something, her cheeks showing hints of red as she remembered their burning exchange. “How I wish we can stay here for evermore.”

“Me too, Gigi. I can’t wait to see you. I know it will be a very long time for you, but I will come for you. Please wait for me. Are you willing to do that?

Their surrounding started to fade one by one. The cars around them were disappearing into the background, everything turning black and white. Crystal didn’t mind. She focused her stare at Gigi, holding onto her as she heard her mutter softly, “I am. I’ll be waiting for you, Crystal.”

It didn’t take long before the teenager went back up to consciousness, rubbing her eyes gently to remove the sleep away. Last night was vivid in her mind, everything was stamped in her memory. Remembering all of Gigi’s smiles and kisses were the highlight of it all. Just the thought of it made her feeling euphoria. She stood up and just then, the music box played its soft tunes. She opened the lid excitedly and read her lover’s letter.

The brown-haired girl looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath as she composed herself. Gigi. I will be meeting Gigi now. She thought to herself as she fixed her hair and put on her best clothes. Her heart was hammering on her chest, beads of sweat watering her head as she walked back and forth inside her room. Her hand was shaking profusely as she inserted the jewelry box inside her bag, taking in some pen and paper just to have a form of communication with Gigi for the moment. She also took her small drawing of them, the one in her vanity mirror. Crystal made sure to bring things that may remind her that she was the Crystal that Gigi was talking to.

A few hours have passed and the teenager arrived at her destination. She looked around the unfamiliar place, strangers flocking the streets. She made sure she had Gigi’s letter wherein she wrote the address where they would be meeting.

Her pulse was gradually increasing underneath her skin, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she anticipated Gigi’s arrival. The teenager’s heart pounded hard against her rib cage as she watched every person passing by. Mind flickering towards the thought of her meeting her lover at last, made her anxious. She tried looking at their hands, to see a familiar piece of jewelry, the ring she gave to Gigi. Her hands fidgeted on the last letter Gigi gave her. With the jewelry box in front of her, she waited for her. She wrote a few more notes for Gigi, saying that she arrived already, but got no reply at all.

What if I wasn’t what she was expecting? What if she saw me and disappeared? Or what if she doesn’t remember me at all? She talked to herself as she sat down on their meeting place. No. I am confident. She did not forget about me. She will be here soon.

As if the world slowly disappearing in front of her, her hopes slowly started to dim and fade away. For hours, she remained in one place. She tried her best to stay optimistic. She kept herself upright and strong. For Gigi, she kept waiting…

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girlgrouptrash101 · 5 years ago

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Dating Poly!Sunmi x Chungha

Request: “can u pls do dating poly! sunmi and chungha hehe love ur acc!!💞💞”

“hi! could i request a dating poly!sunmi x chungha thanku”

A/N: wow i really love these girls so much we STAN

- C

ur very own tol and smol gf what more could you want

they look like the baddest bitches in town but they're secretly big softies behind closed doors

They definitely prefer dates home 1000%, they both struggle to go outside without paparazzi or dispatch hunting them down and starting rumours

Chungha and Sunmi always post on social media together, enough that everyone knows they're friends but not enough to know they're secretly dating

plus if their fans ever started a fanwar with each other they'd quench it immediately, before the flames of the fight spread and no one wanted to see them together again

Fangirling!!! Over!!! Other!!! Girls!!!

y'all women are so pretty and you three take time every day to talk about upcoming idols and your favourite celebrities

plus watching dramas together and picking out the characters that you would 10/10 date or nah

but then you realise your girls are actually celebrities and probably see these people on a daily basis

at the start of the relationship, Chungha was always so polite, doing the most to impress you and Sunmi and never leaving a smile stray away from your face

but now that she knows you and is close with you she's so much more herself, always making dumb jokes and fulfilling her full crackhead potential

but she's also not afraid to talk about when she's upset and just wants to vent and be cuddled by her babies

Sunmi is probably the one who struggles most with her emotions out of all of you, and it takes a lot for her to open up

but eventually she always does, pouring our her heart as she sandwiched between you and Chungha as you wipe her tears away, listening to every single word she has to say and making her feel as comfortable as possible

its the kind of relationship where you're not afraid to speak up and share what's been going on, and you know you'll always be listened to and respected

the best part after venting is always the cuddles after, feeling so much lighter now that your problems are out in the open and no longer weighing you down

Whenever yall actually do end up going out for dates, it ends up being a full-on fashion show, and Sunmi and Chungha love to dress you up and show you off, hyping you up so much before you even step out the door

your confidence in yourself has improved insanely since you met your girls, they're just so genuinely in love and smitten with you that you can't help but really take their words to heart

grocery shopping together cuz it makes you feel like a married couple uwu

arguments over who gets to be the one to sit in the trolley (the shopping cart, for all my American bros)

but Chungha just pouts and always gets her way, smiling happily as you and Sunmi throw all your goodies in with her

It's gotten to the point where you don't just borrow each others clothes, you basically have one collective wardrobe and you're not even sure who owns what anymore

that don't matter tho cuz u all stay lookin cuts 24/7 🤪💅

wine nights in with the gals, spending hours bitching about the industry and putting the world to rights

when you guys need to clean up your house you don't just clean up, you perfORM

the duster turns into a microphone, the freshly polished wood floors turn into the slipperiest dance floors, and nothing will stop you when you get that music going

plus, instead of singing, you have a competition to see who can fLaWlEsSlY scream out the lyrics the best (f to pay respects to your vocal cords)

Queue the karaoke dates

that always end up turning chaotic as soon as you start ordering drinks and really start hitting those fabulous off key high notes, all of you still screaming into one microphone

Movie nights where Chungha is like "You better both wear these matching onesies or I will FIGHT"

plus being made go to the shop to stock up on more snacks while you're still in the onesies, it's really a great time for everyone

Travelling together!

whether it be to a hotel in Korea, or halfway across the world, you all love going to new places together, no matter where it is

So many good memories are made together, you swear that you've experienced so much more with Sunmi and Chungha by your side, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

NSFW From Here:

It really is a struggle to keep yourself in check while watching Chungha or Sunmi perform

they just exude such power and big dick energy when they're on stage doing their thing that it leaves you weak in the knees

you really are their baby whether you like it or not, they have you wrapped around their little fingers

when they tell you to wear a skirt.... do it. trust me you gonna be the one benefiting baby

The worst part is when they make you sit in the middle seat of the car, chatting innocently to the driver why they let their hands tease you in every way possible

fucking in the recording studio for 'inspiration'

also in the dance practise room, because Sunmi is a big fan of mirrors, she really likes to see everything she can

Sunmi is also definitely the one who always has her phone out, recording and taking as many pictures of you two so she can save them for later

She's definitely the one in control most of the time too when Chungha isn't joining in on teasing the shit out of you

kitchen counters are your guys' favourite place, shit happens in your kitchen way more than you would ever like to admit

quickies backstage definitely happen more often than not

Chungha definitely has a hand kink, and she's not afraid to give in to her temptations

so when she cranes her neck while you're fucking her, you better wrap your pretty hands around her neck and make her go crazy beneath you

10/10 open for trying whatever new thing that sounds exciting to all of you

soft kisses and softer cuddles afterwards,,, you'll need the rest anyway, because you know you'll be struggling to walk after all that

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mewmewchann · 5 years ago

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Danganronpa Despair From the Heart (prologue) - Nostalgia

Every end has a beginning.

Shocking, I know. I’ve actually started a fic for this. Wow, it’s such a surprise. XD

Sarcasm aside, this was a long time coming. And I’ve finally started it! Yay!

What do you guys think? (please send me asks!)

“O-oh, is it on already?”

“Yes. Please state your number and name.”

“...Number 45. My name is [REDACTED].”

“What is your reason for applying?”

“Well...This sounds dumb, but... I-”

[REDACTED]

“Ah, so that's your reason?”

“I guess...It's pretty stupid, I know...”

“It isn't. And...I think that's all we needed to hear.”

“Really?”

“Yes. you will get a letter within the next week regarding your result.”

“Oh...Thank you.”

“No problem. And good luck.”

The girl clicked the remote, and the screen turned into a flurry of static.

“Really?” She said, turning around to face the only other person in the room with her. “THAT’S the one you want? REALLY!?”

The man nodded. “Of course. Do you have a problem with that?”

The girl pouted annoyedly and tapped her foot on the ground. “Multiple.”

“Well tough. We’ve made the choice.” He folded his arms. “The character designers already have an idea of what to do; costume and makeup department are already making sketches, writers already have backstory drafts up; you got a problem? Too bad.”

“Why didn’t I get to choose who it was!?”

“You already had a say in who got the callbacks.”

“Yeah, but that’s different!”

The man’s eyes narrowed, as if the teenage girl was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Of course it is. You’re just lucky we haven’t fired you.”

“Fired me? HAH!” The girl laughed. “You can’t fire me!”

“Either way,” He continued, turning to leave the room. “That’s the choice we’ve made. Stick with it or leave.”

The girl rolled her eyes just as the man closed the door behind him.

“Want me to work with this?” She said, clicking the remote a few more times to reverse the footage on the screen, before pausing on a single frame.

“I’ll work with this.”

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

A voice suddenly cut through the dark silence.

What…? Ugh, my head hurts...What’s going on?

“Heeeeey, are you awake?”

Huh? Who’s…Who IS that? What-

“Hey, I’m talking to you, guy with green hair! Rise and shine, buddy!”

...I guess I should try to…

He reluctantly forced his eyes open. His vision was a little blurry, but from what he could see, a girl was standing over him.

“Ngh...” He put his hand to his head and slowly sat up.

The girl’s eyes widened as she shot backwards. “Whoa, okay!”

He blinked a few times to get his vision clear.

This definitely wasn’t his bedroom.

From what he could tell, it looked like he was on one of the beds of a school’s nurse’s office.

“Huh?” He rubbed his head in an attempt to get rid of his throbbing headache. “Where-”

“Honestly, I don’t know either.”

He stopped at the girl’s voice and turned to face her.

The girl had long blue hair – which faded into a lighter colour – which was secured with a star-shaped hairclip. Some of it draped over her right shoulder and a rounded spike had been styled at the top. She was wearing a sailor-style uniform with a blue collar and a dark navy bow underneath a light blue hoodie, as well as a blue skater skirt with a white stripe, white stockings and dark shoes.

She was looking directly at him with bright blue eyes.

“I woke up here as well,” She continued, gesturing towards another bed on the opposite side of the room to him. “I didn’t really know what was going on, and you were knocked out too, so...” She shrugged. “Yeah.”

He focused his gaze on her.

Something about this girl made him feel...Nostalgic.

He shook those thoughts out of his head. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you hear the part when I said I woke up here too?”

“...Good point.” He slowly eased himself off the bed.

The girl looked at him, a little concerned. “...Are you...Okay?”

“Well my head still hurts...” He replied. “I still have no idea what was going on, everything was black for a long time and-” He gestured towards the general area around him.

“Ah. Good to know we’re in the same boat.” She fiddled with her hair a little.

It took a few moments before some of his memory came back.

“Wait a second.”

The girl stopped and looked back over to him.

He continued. “Did…” He pointed in her direction. “Did you get scouted by Starlight Academy?”

“Uh...” The girl nodded. “Yeah.”

“That means...You’re an Ultimate student, right?”

“Oh! Yeah!” The girl smiled a little. “Somehow...Ehe...Wait, are you one too?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I got a letter from Starlight Academy a while back saying that I’d be doing my next few semesters here.” “Ooh! Me too!” She replied cheerily. “Maybe that’s where we are!”

“What, the academy?”

“Yeah!” The girl gestured to their surroundings. “I mean, this does look like the kinda nurse’s office you’d find in a school.”

“Well yeah, but...Why?”

“Hm?” She spun back around.

“Why would they do it like this instead of, y’know...A proper induction?”

The girl shrugged. “I dunno, maybe they just have a really weird perception of trust building exercises.”

“Yeah, evidently.”

Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.

The girl cleared her throat a little. “I think it’s about time we introduced ourselves.”

“Oh. Right.” The boy nodded. “Well...My name is Rantaro Amami. And I’m the Ultimate Adventurer.”

The girl’s eyes lit up. “You’re an ADVENTURER!? THAT’S SO COOL!”

Rantaro laughed it off. “Hehe, not really...”

“Well it is compared to mine...”

“Speaking of. It’s your turn.”

“Oh yeah! Well, uh...” She paused for a few seconds. “I’m Kokoro Hikari, and I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student. Nice to meet you!” She offered a hand to him.

He shook her hand. “Likewise. So, uh...” He started to ask. “Ultimate Lucky Student? What does that mean, exactly?”

“Well, it’s kinda dumb...” Kokoro replied with a shrug. “The academy does a country-wide lottery or draw thing and picks a random high school student to attend. And...” She gestured to herself.

“You won that draw?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It’s not really an Ultimate talent, though. They probably just hand out the title out of pity...”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly do anything to earn my title. A lot of the students here get their titles by excelling in their craft, right? I mean, look at you!” She gestured towards him. “You’re an adventurer, for crying out loud!”

Rantaro shrugged. “I guess.”

“Point is, you actually did something to get your title. You earned it.” Kokoro sighed. “All I did was win a draw.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence.

“Actually,” Rantaro said. “I...Think I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Kokoro stopped. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s just...Your name, your face, your voice, I just...” He turned around to think. “I just remember it from somewhere, but I can’t quite put my finger on it...”

“Hm...” Kokoro said. “I do idol work I guess.”

Rantaro turned back to face her. “Idol work?”

“Yeah!” She nodded. “Y’know, stage idols and stuff? I initially picked it up as a summer job, but it’s kinda a part of my life now.” She laughed a little. “I mean, I’m not as popular as a lot of the idols you see, but I would rather have gotten into here for that than just a lucky draw...”

Rantaro slowly nodded. “...Yeah, that’s probably where I know you from.”

But part of him was still skeptical of that really being the case.

Kokoro shrugged. “Maybe.” She stopped. “Hold up.”

“Hm?”

“Well, you’re an Ultimate student and I’m an Ultimate student, right?”

“...Yeah…?”

“Well, there might be more Ultimate students here!”

“Really?”

“Going by the fact that both of us were scouted for this year, I think the rest of the class might be somewhere around.”

Rantaro put his hand to his chin. “If that’s the case...We should try to find them.”

Kokoro nodded. “Yeah, good call.”

Rantaro headed over to the door and walked out, with Kokoro following behind him. This lead them to a hallway with some other doors apparently to different classrooms appearing at random on either side.

“So, where should we start-?” Kokoro started to ask, but was cut off by a voice from behind them.

“Why not start here?”

The two of them spun around to face the source of the voice.

The boy behind them was about Rantaro’s height. He wore a pair of glasses over his violet eyes and had long purple hair that was tied into a ponytail. He wore a light royal purple shirt – partially tucked into his grey shorts – under a dark purple short sleeved thin jacket with two breast pockets on either side, and wore grey fingerless gloves on both hands. He had semi-transparent purple tights and grey boots, and it even looked like his skin had a slight lilac hue.

He smiled a little. “You wake up here too?”

“That was quick...” Rantaro said to himself, before turning to the stranger. “Yeah, we woke up in that nurses office a few rooms down.”

“Huh.” He replied. “Looks like everyone here’s the same, then...”

Kokoro’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, everyone?”

“Yeah, I asked everyone. They all woke up somewhere here with no memory of how they got there.” He shrugged. “Pretty weird, huh?”

“Understatement of the century...” Kokoro shook her head and put her hand on her hip.

Rantaro shrugged. “At least we know now there’s more people here.” He looked over to the boy. “How many were there?”

“Well...” He tilted his head a bit as he thought to himself. “Counting myself and you two...Fourteen.”

“Fourteen people?” Kokoro asked.

“Don’t look at me, the school board were the ones who decided on the class’ numbers.”

“Hm. So, uh...” Kokoro continued. “Why don’t we get introductions outta the way? I’ll go first. I’m Kokoro Hikari, and I’m this year’s Ultimate Lucky Student.”

“And I’m Rantaro Amami.” Rantaro followed. “Ultimate Adventurer. And you are…?”

“Jasper Shion.” The boy extended a hand to him. “It’s a pleasure.”

There was still some air of mystery about him, so Rantaro was a little cautious when he shook his hand.

“Uh...Yeah.”

“Wait,” Kokoro said questioningly. “What about your talent?”

Jasper looked over to her. “What about my talent?”

“You, uh...Never said what it was.”

Jasper nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, Rantaro and I both said ours.”

“Mm-hm. And your point is…?”

“I think what she’s trying to say is,” Rantaro decided to ask himself. “Aren’t you going to say what your talent is?”

Jasper paused for a few seconds, staring at Rantaro questioningly. “...Why should I?”

Rantaro and Kokoro looked at each other for a few seconds.

“Uh,” Kokoro asked. “Do you...HAVE an Ultimate Talent?”

“Of course I do.” Jasper answered. “I mean, why would I be here if I didn’t?”

“Good point...”

“I do have a talent.” He continued. “I just don’t want to say what it is.”

“Why not?” Rantaro asked.

“I have my own reasons.” Jasper replied cryptically. “But I don’t have to say it if I don’t want to.”

Rantaro flinched back a little. Jasper’s seemingly mysterious aura had almost forced him to instinctively step back.

After that the boy in question immediately snapped back to normal.

“Anyway,” He said. “Why don’t you continue searching?��

“Huh?”

“For the rest of the class. I’ve already met them, but you two evidently haven’t.” Jasper pointed towards Rantaro and Kokoro.

Kokoro looked up to him. “…The man’s got a point.”

“Right...” Rantaro nodded, before turning back over to Jasper. “It was nice meeting you.”

He smiled. “Likewise.”

Rantaro quickly turned back around on him and Kokoro’s initial course and continued walking.

“Any idea where anyone else could be?” She asked.“I mean, it’s not like they’ll all be gathered in one place or something, huh?”

“No clue...” Rantaro shook his head.

“I could help you if you want.”

Rantaro stopped and turned around to see that Jasper was trailing after them.

“...Are you following us?”

Jasper shrugged with a deadpan stare. “I have literally nothing better to do.”

“Good point-”

“Hey,” Kokoro said from up ahead. “What’s this over here?”

Rantaro immediately headed over to the source of her voice, with Jasper following behind. Kokoro was standing in front of a red door.

“To answer your question,” Jasper said, very matter-of-factly. “...It’s a door. It’s also red.”

“Yeah! I figured!” She said. “But it has no doorknob!”

“Yeah of course it- wait it has no what.”

“Look!”

Rantaro and Jasper took a closer look at the door.

There was a large grey circle with the shape of what looked like a large chess pawn carved into the middle. And other than a decal of another chess piece – a king – Kokoro was right.

Rantaro looked over to her. “...Are you SURE that’s a door?”

“Of course that’s a door, dumbass.” A voice said from behind the three of them.

A girl was standing behind them, with blue hair tied in a ponytail and secured with a hairclip shaped like a pink wrapped candy, and fake-looking golden baby-doll eyes. She was wearing a white sailor shirt with a baby blue collar and a pink bow, a white and blue pleated miniskirt and blue boots with stockings with pink candy stripes.

She was glaring right at Rantaro.

Jasper rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. “Oh, god...”

“Huh. Polite introduction.” Kokoro said sarcastically.

“I don’t care.” The girl replied.

Rantaro sighed.

This will evidently be a fun one…

He decided not to rise up to the girl’s rude remarks. “Are you an Ultimate student too?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here, would I? Don’t ask stupid questions.”

He was finding it very hard not to rise up to the girl’s rude remarks.

“Well then...I’m Rantaro. Ultimate Adventurer. This is Kokoro, Ultimate Lucky Student, and this is Jasper, Ultimate…...Uuuhh...”

“Don’t bother.” Jasper quipped.

“Could’ve said that earlier. Anyway,” He turned back to the girl. “And you are…?”

“Tsumugi Shirogane.” The girl introduced. “Ultimate Confectioner.”

“Ultimate Confectioner?” Kokoro asked.

“What, do you need your ears cleaned out or something?”

Well, Rantaro thought. Makes sense given her aesthetic. But you’d think someone who makes candy would at least try to be sweet or something, right? But with her…

He looked over to Tsumugi, who just scowled.

...She’s more sour.

“Anyway as I was saying,” Tsumugi continued. “Of course that’s a door.”

“There’s no doorknob.” Jasper replied, pointing at the door.

“Just because it doesn’t have a doorknob doesn’t mean it’s not a door.”

“There isn’t a keyhole either.”

“There is.” She replied smugly. “You three are just too dumb to see it.”

Jasper groaned. Rantaro decided to take the helm again.

“Well then, where is this keyhole?”

Tsumugi scoffed. “Why should I tell you? I mean, you’re not the kind of person I’d associate with.” She pointed at him mockingly. “With your tacky jewellery and your fake green hair.”

He growled a little. “It’s not fake you bi-”

“O-KAY!” Kokoro said loudly, detecting the rising intensity of the situation. “We will look at this door...Later!” She suddenly grabbed Rantaro by the arm and started dragging him off.

“Wh- hey! What’re you-”

She continued dragging him away as Jasper had started to also make his leave.

“It was nice to meet you! BYE!”

Kokoro stopped and released him after rounding a corner.

“Okay,” She said, just as Jasper casually arrived after them. “Looks like we’re out of earshot.”

“Um.” Rantaro turned over to her. “Why did you do that.”

“The situation was escalating and I panicked!”

“All she did was insult his hair.” Jasper replied. “And his jewellery. And practically all three of u- oh I see what you mean now.”

“Exactly! I didn’t want it to turn into a full blown screaming match!” Kokoro turned around and started to look down the hallway in front of them.

Jasper turned to Rantaro. “You didn’t need to introduce me to her, by the way. I’ve already talked to everyone.”

“I was just trying to be polite.” He replied. “Doesn’t seem to register with her, though...Was she the same way when you talked to her?”

“Tried to talk to her.” He corrected. “She kept saying something about me looking like the ‘edgy one’ from a knockoff anime.”

“Damn.” Rantaro said, sighing. “I don’t really watch anime. Some of my sisters do, but-”

“Sisters?” Kokoro perked up, turning back around. “As in...Plural?”

Shit. That slipped out without thinking.

“...Uh......Yeah.” He confirmed.

“How many?” She asked.

Oh god, here we go...

“………...Twelve.”

Rantaro could practically hear Kokoro’s eyes widening.

“TWELVE!?” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, twelve?” Jasper added.

“Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot...” He sighed. “My dad remarried a lot after I was born, and two of them were adopted, so...”

Jasper raised an eyebrow. “...Huh. Sibling rivalry must be hell.”

Rantaro shrugged.

“Twelve younger sisters!? That’s awesome!” Kokoro squealed, jumping up and down a little. “Tell me about them! Tell me about them! Tell me about them!”

“Ahahah...” Rantaro laughed it off nervously, already guessing her and Jasper’s reactions if he did. “...I’d...Rather not...”

“Aaawww, pleeeeaaaase?”

“No.” He affirmed bluntly, before brushing off his tone with a slightly forced smile. “I’ll...Uh...Tell you about them at some...Point...Later.”

“Pleeeaaaa-”

“Kokoro.” Jasper said firmly. “He said no.”

Kokoro pouted.

Rantaro was just about to say again that he was going to tell her at some point (which he wasn’t actually planning to), when the three of them heard something from a nearby room.

The door was marked “stage room” with a sign. The three of them headed inside to investigate.

The room inside was like a typical stage room you’d find in a school – only without sets of chairs on the floor in front of the stage. Said stage had two sets of red curtains; one opened set at the front, and a closed set at the back, as well as a door nearby the stage to get to the backstage area.

There were also two people inside.

One was a girl, with silver hair tied into a messy ponytail. She wore a light lavender-pink jacket with a collar and the sleeves rolled up, with darker trousers and light grey shoes. Her easily most notable features were a medical eyepatch over her left eye, and a bag – holding a bow and some arrows – over her shoulder.

The other was a boy. He was very short, so he almost looked like a middle schooler. He had bobbed pink hair with a fringe styled with a diamond-shaped emerald hairclip. He had a short trench coat and two chunky bangles to match the colour of his hairclip, salmon-coloured trousers and light pink shoes, and an almost coral-coloured bead necklace. He had emerald green eyes and a 4-pointed star-shaped symbol under his left eye.

The boy cheerily smiled at them, while the girl closed her eyes – well, eye – and looked away.

“Okay,” Rantaro asked. “Let’s be real here. What on earth would we need a stage room for?”

Kokoro shrugged. “If one of us was the Ultimate Actor or something. Or Ultimate SFX Artist. Or Ultimate Anything to do With Theatre.”

“Well, there’s something close-” Jasper started, but was cut off by the other boy walking over to them with his shoes clicking on the ground, almost like they could be mistaken for tap shoes.

“Hey there!” He said with a smile. “It’s good to see some other people.”

Kokoro discreetly leaned over to Rantaro. “Hey Rantaro, who let a third-grader in here-?”

“I’M NOT A THIRD GRADER!” The boy snapped, causing Kokoro to jump back in surprise.

“Aah sorry!”

He sighed, pouting a little. “It just REALLY gets on my nerves when people do that.”

Well, he IS really short.

“Anyway,” Rantaro said. “Let’s just do introductions. I’m Rantaro Amami, the Ultimate Adventurer, and this is Kokoro Hikari, the Ultimate Lucky Student.”

“I’m Yuuma Todoroki.” The boy introduced. “The Ultimate Jeweller.”

A jeweller, huh? Rantaro thought. He is wearing quite a few accessories, so it makes sense.

“So does that mean you, like,” Kokoro asked. “Make jewellery and stuff?”

Yuuma nodded. “Yup.”

“Actually,” Jasper asked, looking to Rantaro and Kokoro. “Ever heard of the company The Velvet Box?”

“I guess.” Rantaro replied. He had heard of the company from TV adverts and such.

“Yeah,” Kokoro said. “Some of my friends at school wear their stuff. Why?”

Jasper nodded towards Yuuma.

It took a few seconds for the two of them to realise what he was getting at.

“Wait, that’s YOUR company!?”

Yuuma shrugged. “Kinda. I mean, it’s my dad’s, but he got sick so I had to take over.”

“A lot of the jewellery The Velvet Box sells is his designs.” Jasper added.

Rantaro was impressed. “Nice.”

“Oh, it’s nothing!” Yuuma replied casually. “I’m honestly just glad to see other people here.”

“What about that girl there?” Kokoro asked, briefly signalling towards the only other person in the room.

“I tried.”

“...You...Tried?”

“Yeah, not much of a socialite I don’t think.”

“Hm...” Rantaro said thoughtfully. “Well, it was good to meet you.”

“Same here!”

Rantaro turned around and started to walk over to the other girl, with Kokoro and Jasper following not too far behind.

She barely reacted when Rantaro walked over.

“Uh...Hey.” He said.

The girl didn’t say anything.

“...Hello?”

The girl didn’t say anything at first, but then sighed before finally responding.

“…...Hey.” She turned to look at the three coldly. “What do you want?”

I think I can see what Yuuma meant now.

“We’re just introducing ourselves.” Rantaro answered. “We haven’t met you-”

“I have.” Jasper corrected.

“Well, Kokoro and I haven’t.” Rantaro refuted, before turning back over to the girl. “Anyway, I’m Rantaro Amami, and I’m the Ultimate Adventurer.”

“And I’m Kokoro Hikari.” Kokoro introduced. “The Ultimate Lucky Student.”

The girl looked at the three of them for a few seconds before saying “...Can’t we just skip this?”

“What? No!” Kokoro argued. “We’ve literally just met you-”

“Already met her.” Jasper corrected again.

“Zip it, you’re not helping!”

“Ugh, fine...” The girl said with a groan. “Ahmya Aika. Ultimate Archer.”

Rantaro wasn’t surprised, given the fact that she carried a bow and arrows on her back, but then realised something.

“Wait.” He said. “Do I...Know you from something?”

Ahmya blinked. “...What?”

“Wait a second!” He realised. “You were on the news a while ago!”

“She was?” Kokoro asked.

“Yeah,” Rantaro continued. “She’s a respected archer despite her young age, but someone shot her eye out during a competition.”

Kokoro took a step back in shock. “What!?”

Ahmya didn’t respond for a few more seconds.

“...Oh yeah.” She replied. “One of the competitors really didn’t want me to win, so they hired someone to shoot me in the eye.” She shrugged. “I still managed to win, though. It’s how I got my title apparently.”

That explains the eyepatch. Rantaro thought. And her aloof nature I guess...I mean, she lost her eye. If someone lost a part of themselves, it would make sense for them to turn cold.

“H-how can you say that so casually!?” Kokoro exclaimed.

Ahmya just tutted.

“Did you do any other competitions afterwards?” Jasper asked, slightly shifting the subject away from her injury.

“Some.” She replied. “But not the large-scale ones I used to do. I didn’t want the news coverage all up in my face.”

Jasper shrugged. “Makes sense.

“Well, um,” Rantaro said, sensing that Ahmya didn’t want to talk for much longer. “It was...Nice meeting you.”

Ahmya nodded every so slightly. “Hm.” She turned away from them to stare vacantly at the wall, twirling a lock from her messy ponytail with her finger.

I think she’s more comfortable in her own company. Rantaro thought. We should leave her be for a few minutes.

“Well I dunno about you,” Yuuma said from behind them, catching their attention; well, aside from Ahmya, as she wasn’t paying attention to them. “But I’m getting kinda bored of this place.”

Kokoro briefly looked over to the door to behind the stage. “We haven’t checked backstage yet.”

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that already?” Yuuma smirked. “There’s nothing really there, aside from some sandbags, crash mats, some kinda area where people would get changed for a show I think, I don’t really watch theatre so I don’t know.” He turned and headed towards the door. “I’m gonna explore to see if there’s anywhere that’s interesting.”

He left the room, the clicks from his shoes getting quieter as he got further and further away.

The room was silent for a few moments, when surprisingly Ahmya broke the silence.

“Some kid.”

“Oh, uh, indeed.” Rantaro was a little surprised by the fact she said anything at all. “I guess we’d better make a move too...Do you want to come with us?”

Ahmya said nothing, but eventually shook her head.

That’s a no…

“Let’s just head.” Kokoro said, pointing towards the door. “We’ve still got places in the academy to check out.”

“Okay.” Rantaro said, briefly nodding towards Ahmya as if to signal a farewell.

Ahmya nodded back, before turning back to the wall, prompting Rantaro, Kokoro and Jasper to leave.

“I’m still not getting the point of having a stage room,” Kokoro said as the three of them walked through the hallway.

Rantaro shrugged. “Every school has one, I’m pretty sure.”

Jasper nodded. “Yeah, the high school I used to go to had one.”

“Yeah, it’s a mandatory thing I guess.”

“Looks like it-”

They were stopped by what sounded like a bang from somewhere they just walked past.

Kokoro froze. “What the hell was that!?”

“I’m no expert,” Jasper replied. “But I think that sounded like someone punching something.”

“We should head in.” Rantaro said, Kokoro nodding in response.

The three of them headed into a room, which appeared to be some kind of open-plan dining hall, with a few tables and chairs and an empty doorway to a kitchen. There were two vending machines – one dispensing snacks and the other dispensing drinks – against a wall, and a girl was angrily pounding her fist against the drink dispenser.

They couldn’t see her face, but the girl was short and had long dark hair tied into a braid with a golden tie. She was wearing a dark jacket and a white skirt with white semi-transparent stockings and black heeled boots. She was carrying what appeared to be some kind of katana in a bag over her right shoulder, with a golden dragon design on the back.

“Dammit…!” She hissed, punching the machine again. “Why won’t this damn thing work!?”

“Um, hello?” Rantaro said, trying to get the girl’s attention.

“Okay,” The girl completely ignored them and prepared to kick the machine’s glass in. “Fuck it.”

“WHOA, WHOA!” Kokoro ran over in a panic to stop her. “CALM DOWN, PLEASE!”

“Huh?” The girl stopped and turned around as the three of them approached.

She had dark skin and golden eyes with some dark eyeshadow, and a small scar below her left eye. Her hair was styled in a messy fringe over her right eye, and some areas had been dip-dyed gold. She had a white shirt under her jacket with a faded blue ribbon tied in a droopy bow underneath the collar.

She sighed and put her hand on her hip annoyedly. “What the hell do you want?” She then took notice of Jasper alongside the two. “...Oh. It’s you again.”

Jasper shrugged. “I have literally nothing better to do.” He pointed at the machine. “You DID try putting money in that thing, right?”

“Tch. Would if I had any. The bastard who kidnapped me stole my cash and my phone.” She folded her arms. “Which is a real pain in the ass right now...”

“Wait, what?” Rantaro asked. “You don’t have any money on you? Or your phone?”

“Didn't you hear a word I said?” The girl replied bitterly.

Rantaro stopped to think for a few seconds, before holding his finger up to signal the group to wait.

“Hold on.”

He quickly searched both of his pockets.

Both of them were empty.

“Wait, what the hell!?”

He suddenly turned over to Kokoro, who was looking at him in bewilderment.

He gave her a determined look. “...Check your pockets.”

“Huh?” She asked. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay, fine.” She put her hand in the left pocket of her hoodie. “But I don’t see why you-”

Her expression suddenly shifted to confusion. She stopped and checked the other pocket, also coming up empty.

She started to panic. “Wait, where the hell is my phone!?”

Rantaro put his hand to his chin. “Just as I thought...”

Jasper narrowed his eyes, bemused. “...Shouldn’t that have been the first thing you checked when you woke up?”

“Zip it punk, you’re not helping.” The girl snapped.

“Wait,” Kokoro asked, pointing at the vending machine. “What would be the point of having vending machines if we weren’t gonna have any money?”

“Maybe it’s a card-op thing.” Jasper suggested. “Some schools have cards you can swipe for this kind of thing.” He mimicked swiping a card against a scanner. “They might give it to us at some point later or something.”

“I checked.” The girl replied. “It’s coin-op. Not only that,” She pointed at a small sign next to where you would put your coins. The sign had a picture of a coin, but with the shape of a bear’s head that appeared to be split into two halves.

“It says it only takes...Whatever this means.”

Jasper shrugged. “Then I’ve got no clue.”

“I think the real question is why the academy would take it in the first place.” Rantaro said. “I mean, they don’t have a real reason to take our phones and money off of us.”

“Because they're authoritarian fuckheads, that's why.” The girl replied.

“I’m...” Kokoro started. “Not sure that has anything to do with it.”

“Whatever. Whoever the fuck is running this place, I already hate them.”

“Okay...” Rantaro couldn’t shake the unease this new revelation had given him, but decided not to focus on that for now.

“That aside, we should get introductions out of the way.”

“Why? I already know him.” She pointed over at Jasper. “And I don’t know if I can trust either of you.”

“Well, we haven’t tried anything yet, have we?” Kokoro asked.

The girl tutted. “That doesn't prove anything to me.”

“Whatever...” Rantaro said. “Anyway, I'm Rantaro Amami. I'm the Ultimate Adventurer.”

“And I’m Kokoro Hikari, the Ultimate Lucky Student.” Kokoro added.

“Tch...” The girl folded her arms and sighed. “Fine...Sachiko Akahana. Ultimate Delinquent. There, you happy now?”

Kokoro froze, suddenly taking a slight step back.

Rantaro couldn’t help but be a little shocked either.

...Did...Did I just hear that right?

“What the fuck are you two staring at me like that for?”

“Sorry, I just, ah...” Kokoro stammered. “Don't think I heard that last part right.”

“You did.” Jasper answered.

Kokoro’s eyes widened in shock. “E-eh!?”

Ultimate Delinquent? Rantaro thought. I guess that explains the sword and her confrontational attitude…

“If you don’t mind me asking,” He started to ask. “How did you get your-”

“Don’t even think about it.” Sachiko snapped.

“Huh?”

“I'm not gonna tell you how I got my talent unless I know I can trust you.”

Rantaro sighed in resignation. “Okay then...”

“Hey, it isn't nice to be so distrusting!” Kokoro objected.

Sachiko’s glare narrowed on her. “...What was that?”

“Bad idea.” Jasper said from the side.

Kokoro ignored him. “Well, I think you're being really rude!”

“I don't give a damn what you think about me. Now fuck off before I have to hurt you.”

“Please don’t antagonise her-” Rantaro started, only to also be ignored.

“I know you're not exactly the model student type,” Kokoro argued. “but you could stand to be a little nicer to people!”

“Who the FUCK do you think you are!?” Sachiko snapped angrily, grabbing the handle of her katana. “Get out of my way before I break you!”

Kokoro froze and took a step back.

“Okay.” Rantaro said, swiftly grabbing onto Kokoro’s arm. “We’re leaving now.”

“Wait what-” Kokoro started, before Rantaro sprinted off with her in tow.

“SORRYWEGOTOFFONTHEWRONGFOOTTHEREHOPEFULLYWE’LLBEABLETOTALKAGAINATSOMEPOINTBYE.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Jasper and Sachiko in the room together.

Jasper clicked his tongue. “Well. That was a thing.”

“Was that REALLY necessary!?”

“Hey, you did it to me earlier. And you were pissing her off. It was pretty necessary.”

Rantaro had dropped Kokoro off in what he assumed to be a safe distance away from the dining hall.

“Well she WAS being rude!”

“She’s literally called the Ultimate Delinquent. I don’t think making her angry is a good idea.”

“Hey!” They heard someone say. Both of them looked up to see Jasper walking over to them.

He shot an annoyed look at Rantaro. “Thanks for leaving me in there.”

“I’m sorry, I panicked. How is she?”

“Well she hasn’t broken the glass on that machine yet, so that’s a good sign.”

“I guess...”

“Hey, guys!” Kokoro suddenly said, running over to a nearby door. “I found another weird door!”

Rantaro and Jasper immediately followed over to see what she was talking about.

The door in question was painted a dark lilac colour, with a white decal resembling two band-aids crossing over each other.

“Another one?” Rantaro asked. “It’s like that one we found earlier.”

“At least it actually has a doorknob this time.” Jasper pointed out the door’s silver knob, with a similarly coloured keyhole underneath it.

Rantaro tried the door.

“Damn. It’s locked.”

“What do you reckon is in there?” Kokoro asked.

Jasper shrugged. “The symbol is of two crossed band-aids, so I reckon it’s probably some kind of nurse’s office.”

Kokoro shook her head. “No, Rantaro and I woke up in a nurse’s office when we arrived here. And that was all the way down the hall.”

“Then I have no clue.”

“Well, we can’t get inside...” Rantaro sighed and stepped back from the door. “So there’s no way of knowing right now.”

“That’s a pain...” Kokoro agreed, before something else caught her eye. “Hey, what do you think is up there?”

“Huh?” Rantaro turned to look at what she was looking at.

Not too far away from the door was a staircase leading upwards.

“Oh yeah.” Jasper recalled. “There’s another floor to this building.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Rantaro asked, irritated.

He shrugged. “Neither of you asked.”

“Would’ve been pretty good to know!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kokoro brushed both of them off, already walking towards the staircase. “Looks like the next step is this way.” She stopped once she got onto the first step and laughed to herself a little. “...Pun not intended.”

Rantaro smirked a little, starting to follow her. “It totally was.”

“It wasn’t!” She argued playfully. “Let’s just go.”

Rantaro nodded as him and Jasper followed after her to the next floor.

#danganronpa fanfiction #drv3 au #fanganronpa #danganronpa 52 #fanfic #danganronpa #rantaro amami #danganronpa oc #Kokoro Hikari #Jasper Shion #tsumugi shirogane #DFTH!Tsumugi #Yuuma Todoroki #Ahmya Aika #Sachiko Akahana #Despair From the Heart

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sam-writes · 6 years ago

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Lipstick Stains

Ben!Roger x Male!Reader

Word count: 1487

@nedmjpeter asks "I was wondering if I could request anything with Ben!roger dressed up as rogerina, I love Ben hardy so much, and he looks so good as Roger/Rogerina, and if you can, have the reader be male or gender neutral."

Note: hey so here’s another one! Yea so as the prompt says, male reader/gender neutral reader! I hope this is okay! Also I sorta made Roger bi in this but that’s fine hehe. Also also, I’ve come to the conclusion that I never edit anything. I can’t be bothered. Sorry for typos/errors!

Taglist: @deakydickfanpage @queen-is-a-mood @sherlokiantheatrenerd @nedmjpeter @angrylizardjacket @rogerandhishair @i-am-sarah

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You had been called to work one day to find out that you were operating the cameras for the new Queen music video. Ecstatic, you had immediately cleared your schedule for that day, apologising to your friend for canceling on the movie you had planned to go see together. They had understood completely - "like c'mon, a cameraman. For Queen! I can wait!" - and had even asked to get an autograph for them if you got the chance.

Today was the day of the shoot. Beyond nervous, you walked onto the set. The band was currently in makeup - you could hear their laughter and Freddie proposing that he looked the best, which was met with a ruckus of voices probably disagreeing, you couldn't quiet catch it. You had been told that the band was going to be in drag, you were eager to see how they looked. It was going to be one hell of a story to tell your friends.

Meeting up with your superior, she ran you through what would happen during the shoot, where you'd be positioned, where the band members would be situated, so on and so forth.

You had been checking the settings on your camera when the band members showed up. First, Freddie, flaunting his long hair and walking with a bounce. Next was John and Brian, walking shyly behind Freddie, obviously slightly uncomfortable in drag. Finally, the drummer emerged. He took your breath away, walking slowly towards his seat. Time seemed to slow as you took him in. You trailed your eyes up his body. Admiring how well the school girl outfit suited him, your gaze swept up his legs and his skirt, moving from his hips up to his bouncing hair. Eventually your gaze landed on his face, and your eyes locked. He had been watching you check him out. Blushing profusely you looked away quickly, but you saw a beginnings of a... smirk? You glanced back to check, knowing you must be wrong. But as your gaze flicked back to his face he was watching you, chin raised in contemplation. He looked you over before raising his eyebrows at you, smirking wider, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. Face hot, obviously flushed, you looked away and reluctantly concentrated on your job.

There are moments through the day, where his eyes flick over to you, watching you work. For the majority of the time, you never noticed because you had been doing your job. But in between a take, you caught him. As you looked over to him, locking eye contact, he broke out into the most mischievous grin you have ever seen. Smiling back at him you breathed out a laugh as you regained your concentration. You heard him laugh softly.

It was lunch time and everyone had stepped away from what they were doing to have a break, something to eat and drink. You were over by the water, filling up a plastic cup and downing it in one go when you felt a hand slip something into your pocket. You looked around and saw Roger walking away from you, mesmerised by his skirt swaying gently as he walked with purpose, with confidence.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a napkin with a few words messily scrawled on it.

Come find me after?

Rog.

You tilted your head in surprise and looked back over your shoulder to see Roger talking with the bands guitarist, Brian May. Brian glanced at you before quickly returning his attention to Roger.

Subtle, you thought, smiling softly.

The director signalled for everyone to get back into position after a while and you walked back to the camera. Roger passed you, bumping your hip with his softly. He looked at you as he passed, a genuine smile on his face.

The remainder of the shoot went without a hitch. In all honesty it shouldn't have taken this long, but the band, mainly Freddie, wanted to make it perfect considering it was going to be shown on televisions all over the globe. It's fair enough, you thought.

After shutting off your camera and packing it away safely in a designated crate, you recalled the note Roger had slipped you. You checked quickly with your superior that everything had been completed and you were free to go. She confirmed and you set off to find Roger, not even considering turning down his offer.

Having watched them leave, you followed the same route they took. You found yourself face to face with a door labeled "QUEEN". A change room perhaps?

You didn't have long to decided whether or not to knock before the door swung open, Freddie Mercury himself, shirtless yet still in the skirt and stockings, leaning against the door frame.

He grinned, "Ah, it's you, fucking finally."

You felt confused, had Roger been talking about you? But once again before you could get any words out Freddie began talking.

"You just missed him. Rog went to go find where he put his cigarettes." Unbelievably, his grin widened, "Honestly, I think he's just making this difficult for you."

"Which way did he go?" You finally muttered, finding your voice at last.

Freddie pointed further down the hall and you thanked him before setting off. You heard some laughter coming from the room as the door shut with a click.

A bit further down the hall you noticed light shining out of the crack of a door. Could this be him? You peered in quietly.

Roger was leaning against the sink in the men's bathroom, holding a lighter in one hand, a smouldering cigarette hanging from his lip. As his eyes rose, lazily sweeping over your body, he slowly breathed out a cloud of smoke. He watched you through his lashes, lip curling up into a smile.

Stepping away from the counter he swayed his hips as he neared you, skirt bouncing as he did so. His schoolgirl tie was undone and lazily hung from his neck. The white button-up contradicted its name and was almost entirely unbuttoned. To say the least, he looked good.

"So you came?" He muttered in that sweet voice of his.

"It was too good of an offer." You smiled softly at him, unsure of what to do now.

Just by watching him you could tell he was acting different than he usually acts. He seemed... nervous? Yet he smiled and breathed out a laugh at your response.

"Glad you thought that, I'm glad you came, I was worried you wouldn’t." He moved yet closer, into your personal space.

You got caught in the depths of his blue eyes. Your skin tingled as his hand came to rest on your shoulder, slowly moving up to cup your cheek. He searched your expression as he began to lean in.

You were surprised when he paused, mere centimetres away. "Are you okay with this?" He whispered so quiet, you weren't sure you even heard him, yet you nodded, moving one hand tentatively to his waist.

Finally his lips grazed against yours and your eyes fluttered shut right before the kiss began.

His lips were soft and it felt amazing. Damn him. You may have secretly hoped he was bad at something. Breathing in each other you felt connected, if only for a moment. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck.

It was just a short kiss, hardly enough. It kept you wanting more, but maybe that was his plan. He pulled away and smiled at you, looking directly into your eyes. You were breathless. His thumb swiped at your lip as he wiped away the lipstick he had left on you.

Eventually he stepped out of your personal space, smiling like he had just won the lottery.

Without warning he slipped another piece of paper into your breast pocket of your button-up.

Leaning in to your ear he whispered, "Call me." Before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and exiting the room.

Following quickly you stood at the doorframe watching him leave.

His skirt swayed with his hips and his hair bounced. You pulled the slip of paper out and looked at it in the light of the bathroom. It had his personal number, his name and a lipstick stain next to it. You had come here hoping to get an autograph for your friend, you had gotten so much more.

#sam writes #borhap #ben hardy #queen #roger taylor #rogerina #ben!rog x reader #ben!rog x male!reader #ben!roger #freddie mercury #rami malek #brian may #gwilym lee #john deacon #joe mazzello

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The Assistant (3 of ?) | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

[original picture: pinterest]

✏️ Pairings:

(eventual) Vladimir Ranskahov x fem!reader

Anatoly Ranskahov x OC (Paulina)

probably other pairings in the future

✏️ Requested by @kellydixon01 : Y/N–hacker, big mouth, even bigger attitude–is the new addition to Fisk’s team. Sent to help the Ranskahovs, she immediately gets on Vladimir’s nerves. But as time passes, they start to take a liking to each other, even if none of them is willing to admit their feelings. Yet.

✏️ A/N: I am so sorry, I suck at titling chapters HAHA I don’t have anything to say for once. My mind is torn between thinking this story is shittily written and enjoying the process hahaha

✏️ Warnings: none ? I mean, probably mentions of humping but 🤷🏻‍♀️

✏️ Word-count: 3,253 (finally getting to the length I like hehe)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

<< chapter two <<

📚 Translations: bozhe moy! – my God!

🎤 Songs Mentioned: Полегче by MC Doni (I’ve had this on loop for days. Give it a listen when you have time, even just the rhythm is amazing)

CHAPTER THREE: HERE TO HELP OR HERE TO SPY?

The lack of dreams had been a blessing that night. For how good a day Vladimir could have, it was always the often wakeful hours that separated dusk from dawn that tormented him, that ate him alive. At first, he had disguised his lack of sleep by working at night, when Tolya went home to his woman, but when his brother had started to ask questions, he had had to stop and step back behind his walls. He was safe there–he was actually not, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge the problem, either. His cage wasn’t silent–it truly wasn’t–but it was still better than the screams he’d hear at night.

The reason behind his running away from his own problems was that he despised weaknesses–and he did so even more when they were his own. As he had often repeated to his father, he was no pussy. It didn’t matter that he was all broken inside, now, and that it wasn’t his fault, for he still perceived it as a weakness and, therefore, as a failure. The whispers he heard and the touches he felt were a constant reminder of what he tried to avoid day in and day out with all his strength. Unlike Anatoly, though, he didn’t have anyone that could shield him from the shadows that hid inside his head.

But whenever a dreamless night graced him with its undeserved peace, he went back to feeling invincible. And alive. It wasn’t quite like fighting–nothing was like fighting, to be honest–but it was something. Something he never dared hope for, but still, something he’d always cherish.

Those peace and sudden happiness were the reason behind the spring in his step as he closed the door of his apartment behind his back today. That night’s calmness, that had finally gifted him a few hours of rest and sleep, had completely erased the previous day’s unwelcome meeting with Wesley and, though unknowingly, he was content. It allowed him to take a deep breath and think of the day to come with a lighter heart.

However, it didn’t last long–it never lasted long. He had just gotten into his car and deleted the five missed calls from the garage he had received while asleep, when he opened his answering machine.

Aslan had left four messages and their tone went from confused to irritated–even if, as he listened to the last recording, Vlad knew all the guy had wanted to do had been yell at him. He smirked: for some reason he couldn’t quite name, it was always hilarious to see Aslan get mad.

He had half-forgotten about the woman Fisk had forced him and his brother to work with, though, and now she presented herself through his man’s words ready to shatter his newly found inner peace. And to have his day ruined was not something he liked, most of all because it usually ended with his night ruined, too. And that was way worse.

Slowly, the conversation held at the meeting came back to him, one slow word after the other. I want you at the garage tomorrow morning at five, he had ordered her the night before, just before storming out of the building Wesley had chosen for the occasion. He hadn’t thought much of it, back then, but now he found himself gritting his teeth in annoyance.

We hate latecomers, he chuckled as he parked behind the Veles Taxi garage.

He hoped he had at least intimidated her a little, for the idea that he’d have to endure the presence of what could well be a spy in his home still annoyed him to no extent. Still, if they had to be coworkers, he needed to know she’d respect his working hours because none of them could afford to fuck anything up if they still wanted to have a roof above their heads and blood still flowing through their veins in a month’s time.

The will to try and bring back the peace that had welcomed him that morning, though, was stronger than any worries, so he did what he did best: he pushed his thoughts to the side and emptied his mind as much as he could. Squaring his shoulders, he glanced around to make sure that everything looked in order before stepping to the side to let the oncoming car pass. With a wave of his hand at Sergei, who was leaving the garage with his cab for his first ride of the day, he entered the building.

Curses were his only good morning that day–it made him smirk.

“You’re late, you moron!” Y/N complained, voice dangerously raising with each spat word.

“Who the fuck is this chick?” Aslan had made sure to avoid speaking in English: he truly didn’t want this chick to understand what he was saying, for he didn’t want to give her the chance and the excuse to start yelling again. He was tired: he had been last night’s shift supervisor and the last thing he’d have ever imagined to witness (nor wished to witness) was a stubborn girl demanding to see his bosses to ‘start working’. “Bitch says she’s working with us from now on,” he continued, his gaze wandering back to the girl sat at the reception desk. She didn’t look like a prostitute, nor like she had any criminal background that could come in handy for the business. “Should I have given her a car?” He was not sure he should have–she had, after all, taken a taxi to get there and she had a computer bag with her. She looked nothing like the drivers he had always worked with.

When he turned again, Vladimir noticed his features, contorted in an angry and disappointed grimace as his hands clutched at his car keys to speed back home for some rest before his next shift would start again in the afternoon. Aslan’s confusion had quickly dissolved and it had left him upset at the memory of the countless insults she had thrown his way without him having the chance to shut her up.

Vladimir’s only answer was a roll of the eyes at the beginning. He didn’t really want to talk about the new agreement he had unexpectedly found himself being forced to follow, most of all because he hadn’t even wanted to sign it in the first place. Anatoly should make the speech: he was the one who had convinced him to accept the new rules, therefore the dirty work had to be his responsibility. But then he remembered that they had agreed Toly would take a day off of work to celebrate his stupid anniversary with his woman and the realization that he had to deal with the spy–as he thought of her–on his own crushed him under its weight like a demolition ball.

There was no way he would manage to play along, he thought. No chance. Zero. He would have rather had to work with Wesley, for he knew Fisk’s servant had no chance against him. But this… this girl. She was the embodiment of anything that could go wrong. There was a reason if he and Anatoly had always been the only ones doing the real office work: because he trusted no one, not even Anatoly’s woman, no matter how important she could be for his brother. He could accept Sergei, for he trusted him and loved him like a brother, but even then, he had to consider letting him help more than just thoroughly.

And this Y/N… He knew nothing about her: she could be a spy just as she could very well be a saint. It was a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong or right. Yet, he didn’t like the idea of taking such a big risk. That had probably been the mistake that had ended with him and Tolik in–bozhe moy–Utkin in the first place. And now he sure as hell didn’t want history to repeat itself–he was already caged enough, he… he didn’t want the invisible four walls of his mind to become real.

Yet, he should have probably come to work earlier to deliver the news to his men and told Y/N to come later. Just as it was hard for him to face the new reality of things, it would have probably been just as hard for his men–probably not for Piotr, though. No, the smug bastard was going to try to sneak into her panties, Vladimir was sure of this. But the only thought he had had on his mind last night had been his thirst for revenge against that new outrage thrown his way and he hadn’t exactly thought rationally. No one fooled themselves Vladimir Borisovich Ranskahov could be even remotely rational, but at the same time no one knew he always tried his best–it didn’t matter that his best efforts were often–always–met with failures.

“No,” he groaned at Aslan’s questioning look. “She’s working in the office with me. We have a batch of new rules, it seems. When did she arrive?”

“At five. On the dot,” was the answer and Vladimir was pleased and surprised to learn she had followed the order he had given–that had been the last thing he thought she’d do. “Any chance we can hump her or is she yours?”

Vlad scoffed, a frown furrowing his eyebrows. “Not mine at all,” thank God. “But she bites. Wouldn’t surprise me if she had teeth up her cunt.” He didn’t chuckle, but the intention was there, and Aslan, barely containing his laughter, still understood.

That day proved itself to be a slow day. Minutes stretched into hours and annoyance into something bigger. It was the deep breath before the jump; the last minute of peace before the storm, when the sun slowly but surely went to hide behind the clouds approaching like a galloping horse.

Vladimir had taken Y/N to his office, sat her down on the couch and started to check that everything was in order for the following week’s shipment. It wasn’t an important order, but he still cared about his job–and the quality of his job–so he treated every customer with the same care.

At first, he had thought of leaving the girl in his brother’s office, just to then realize that Anatoly probably wouldn’t like the idea of having a hacker among his stuff when he wasn’t there. He was not going to ring him a call, either, for he could only imagine how he was spending his free time with Paulina: Vlad had never been a cockblock and he surely didn’t want to turn into one right now.

His second thought had been that he, too, didn’t trust her–not that he was by any means interested into getting to know her and prove wrong the idea he had of her. So he had settled for a compromise: sit in his office with her, plug in his earphones and ignore her presence completely.

If anything, though, she had proved to at least be collaborative and he sure enjoyed that quality in a coworker–even in one he didn’t want to have anything to do with. His work and day-to-day life were already stressful enough and he didn’t want to have to babysit a grown-up woman. Therefore, her silence was a welcome guest as he revised his numbers, MC Doni making his foot lightly tap the floor at the rhythm of his Полегче.

He didn’t like to work with music hammering his eardrums, but it had been a stressful and chaotic past month that had ended up with him picking up his brother’s habit and stealing his iPod. Not that Vladimir was complaining about that subtle distraction, on the contrary.

Moreover, Anatoly still hadn’t found out about the theft–and hadn’t it been for the increased amount of time he had started to spend with Paulina, Vladimir would have found it weird, alarming even–so everything was fine.

“So, when are we starting to work?” Y/N’s voice suddenly covered the song in his ears and he was forced to raise his gaze from his laptop to her. “Any chance the answer’s gonna be ‘soon’?” She didn’t ask when he was going to show her around the place as she had planned to, though. She wanted to personally meet or at least see the people she was going to work with, to put a face to the things she knew about them, but as she stared at Vladimir’s profile, she accepted what she thought was the truth: everything was going to follow his rhythms, not hers.

He looked up and stared long and hard at her. The temptation to ask her if she was making fun of him or what she thought he was doing was strong, but he bit his tongue, swallowed his harsh remarks and grimaced. She was standing in front of the window, back resting against the glass and arms crossed right under her breast.

A smirk tugged at his lips and he didn’t even try to stop it. For how much her presence could annoy him, he was glad she was at least a good view at, bandaged in that suit of hers.

“I am working.” The roll of his eyes made her close her mouth.

It hadn’t simply been the look he had sent her way. There had also been that teeth-gritting jerk of muscle in his jaw, tugging at his cheek, that had seemed to say shut up or else. And she really didn’t want to know what that ‘or else’ could mean, she didn’t want to know that the things Vladimir Ranskahov had done to his victims could happen to her, too. Wesley had promised nothing bad would happen to her, but… Could he guarantee for that?

The fear that Wesley and Fisk could throw her into the lions’ cage and abandon her there was probably the only reason why she let herself be shut up by him.

Silence stretched between the two like the growing distance between diverging galaxies. And while it fed Y/N’s annoyance, it put Vlad’s raging thoughts to rest, allowing his mind to go back to work.

But the more he tried to focus, the farther he got from succeeding.

Y/N’s foot was impatiently tapping against the ruined parquet of the first floor. He could see that movement from the corner of his right eye pretty well. And once he noticed it, there was no going back. It bugged him. It almost felt like it was thrumming in his temples, setting his nerves on fire.

“Stop that,” he ordered, pressing the pause button of Tolya’s old iPod.

She stopped the movement long enough for him to switch his attention back to his task at hand before resuming it.

Fighting a child would have probably been easier. “Stop,” he repeated with a grown as he picked up a pen to take some notes on a loose sheet of paper–he was going to lose it soon, but at the moment, it didn’t matter.

Without any sort of music in his ears, he could now hear the tapping of her foot on the floors and it got on his nerves. She got on his nerves more than she had even just upon his arrival at the garage.

It was an annoying tip-tapping that arrogantly distracted him from his paperwork. It brought him back there–remember rule number one–and it reminded him of the stubborn pitter-patter that dropped down the humidity-soaked ceiling of his cell.

He had to resist the urge to take his gun and unload it into her foot. “What is it that you want?” he eventually asked instead, trying to go through every single bad consequence he’d have to live through if he truly decided to disobey Fisk. Hadn’t it been for the fact that such consequences would have reflected on Anatoly and his woman’s lives, he would have at least used one bullet. Just a little wound, so that Y/N could remember who was boss here and that she should do anything in her power not to piss him off.

“I want to know what I have to do. James said-”

“I don’t care,” Vladimir groaned. He didn’t give a single fuck about what Wesley had said, for that doormat was still alive for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed his gun a few minutes before. “Do what you have to do. I am busy.”

“We’re supposed to be working together,” she reminded him, stepping closer to his desk and planting her hands firmly on its surface. She was imposing herself too much into his personal space and he did not like that. “I’m sure you have enough brain to remember that if you let me do, you and your brother will get richer than you already are.”

Vladimir’s eyes gazed at the ceiling–God, give me the strength–and he heaved a sigh. “I’m already doing my job. If you keep disturbing me, you won’t get part of deal your boss promised you.”

“You did a terrible job with that failed shipment. Stop being stubborn, I am here to help.”

“You are here to spy.”

That was it. Now the truth was out in the open and he could kick her out of his office, his life and his business. He had lasted… what? Two hours in her company? A quick glance at the clock on his wrist revealed that, in fact, he had lasted less than two hours.

He needed Anatoly for this. He was good at this, whatever ‘this’ was. Vladimir… He hadn’t had to deal with people he didn’t like for a long time and he wasn’t able to put his personal likes and dislikes to the side, not anymore at least.

Working side by side with someone else just wasn’t how he worked. Sure, he did go through paperwork and order preparations with Anatoly, but that was his brother, not some stranger he knew nothing about and with whom he wanted to have nothing to do.

Hadn’t it been for his past, still haunting him, he would have never taken orders from some self-proclaimed kingpin dick. He hadn’t had the Russian capital on the palm of his hand just to fall so low he had to become someone else’s dog.

“Is this what worries you?”

Brought back to reality, Vladimir was almost confused to see that her reaction was more surprised than upset.

“Isn’t that why a hacker has been sent here?” He was so confident in his own beliefs that he didn’t even want to listen to her answer. He just couldn’t wait to finish all the preparatory work for that shipment and pass to the next.

But Y/N scoffed, her arms once again resuming their crossed position on her chest. “I could have spied on you from the comfort of my bathtub as I sipped on a margarita. Why come here to work with a dick when I could do much better without you?” she tried to reason, but he was too stubborn to even try and look at the facts from an unbiased perspective. Not that she had expected anything less. “I’m here to make Anatoly’s job and your job, too, a little more efficient and less time-consuming. And if you would kindly stop rolling your eyes, for you will not find a brain in there, I’d be immensely happy.”

>> chapter four >>

Hopefully this doesn’t suck. Feedback and suggestions are always appreciated + corrections are also always gratefully welcome.

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deviswriting · 6 years ago

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Lucky Charm(Future BoruSara)

Genre: Fluff/Humor

Genre: Humor, Slice of life, Fluff

Shiki/Ita, bits of future BoruSara, ShikaYodo and ShikaTema

Inspired by amazing artwork from anastasiapancake. Go, check her page out. Ita and Shiki are anastasiapancake and kairi-chan’s OCs.

The story is written with anastasiapancake.

Beta read by kairi-chan. Thank you!

This is in the same A.U. of the one-shot I wrote - Trouble.

Summary: A girl gives a boy a lucky charm. Trouble ensues.

Other O.C.’s - Raito(Boruto and Sarada’s daughter) and Inoue(InoHima's son)

Ita is 20 here, Shiki is 21.

The sun was setting down, the rays glistening through the lush greenery of the Nara forest. A man in his late sixties was leaning on the bark of a tree, head slumped down, eyes closed – sleeping to his heart content, something he didn’t get to do in his household.

Too bad.

“Nara-san!” A young shinobi with black hair and blue eyes shouted, running up to him through the forest.

“Old man let out a sigh “…What a drag.”

“Nara-san-- finally! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” said the young man, his chest going up and down with heavy breathing, brows furrowed like a child's.

“What now, Ita-kun?”

“Hokage-sama said that you have the scroll with my mission details,” He said, pointing at the scroll Shikamaru was holding in his left hand.

“Oh, so that’s what this scroll is for.” Shikamaru was curious as to why Sarada would have him sign the plan instead of his son, but this was certainly a question not meant for now. “Well, here you go,” Shikamaru placed the scroll onto Ita’s palm.

“Ita-kun!” His granddaughter’s voice came from the house.

“Oh, Shiki!“ Ita was cut off by a tight hand squeeze, the gesture getting her his undivided attention.

“Try not to be reckless, I don’t have time to come get you.” Shiki was panting, a wide smile making her eyes close. She recoiled her hand back to reach for her bag and shoved something small onto Ita’s face.

“Take this,” Shiki had a slight pink tint to her cheeks.

“What is that?” He said while looking harder at the green colored talisman with the Nara insignia engraved on it.

“Sensei took me to the old village, found it there. A good luck charm, I suppose.”

“Hehe, thanks. Never crossed my mind that you’d give me one.” Ita-kun said sheepishly, giving the most genuine smile.

“Just thought it looked cool.” She pursed her lips and shrugged before smiling again.

“Can't say it doesn't,” he laughed, “Thank you, I love it.” Ita took the hand holding the charm and slowly placed it over his heart. Their hands, now interlocked, molded onto his chest.

“I promise…” The gaze they shared lingered for a long time. “I will be back before you know it,” Ita-kun said with the brightest grin he could muster. Shiki felt her blood rush to her cheeks.

“Ahm… Shikari--“ Shikamaru got cut off again.

“Oh, Ojii-san… Mom said the dinner’s almost ready,” Shiki said sweeter than normal, “And, you, Ita-kun--” She stooped forward and added in a low voice, “You can let go of my hand now.”

"Never," he smiled cheekily.

Shiki gave a quick peck to his cheek. “Best of luck,” she whispered into his ear, giving the man a shiver, and set out back to the house, waving goodbye.

The two men were left behind to stand in awkward silence.

“So, what exactly is this thing?” Ita asked the old man with a hand over his pocket in an attempt for a small talk.

“Oh, it's an old talisman of the Nara clan. Brings good fortune, happy life for a young family, fertility, all that stuff young girls wished upon the father of their future child,” he stated dryly, his gaze off in the distance, as his hand searched his pockets for a lighter.

Meanwhile, he was missing the sight of the boy’s face first turning beet red, then blue, and then his jaw falling down till he could plow the land with it. “Are you- Are you saying that--”

When Shikamaru finally turned his head to face the boy, the youngling’s body looked ready to lose all connections to his soul. He stared around, looking for a reason for the sudden change in the boy's mood, and then it seemed to click. “--Yeah?” Now missing all colour, the shell of a man before him dispelled any doubts he had of the reason.

He smirked wildly.

“Oh, so you two-” Shikamaru started, bemused, but was cut off by messy blabbering.

“It-It's not… -I-I need to go for the mission, I’ll …talk to her when I come back. Have a good day.” Ita hurried off, his eyes bulging out from the shock.

“Maybe it was worth the trouble after all.” Shikamaru snickered to himself.

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“Will you finish it?” Inoue pointed at a burger in front of his cousin, who kept sulking even though the mission went great and their favourite flavour made a surprise comeback.

No answer.

“Well, thanks for the treat in advance,” Inoue took the burger from Ita, more than contempt with him being not in the mood to eat.

“THIS IS NOT A JOKE, INOUE!”

The blonde brought his hands up in defense at the sudden outburst. Ita took his and Inoue’s share and stuffed both burgers into his mouth. He needed to get his mind straight, but thinking over it was just making it worse. So he tried to eat his way out - sadly, to no avail.

“Okay, now, first of all, you owe me a burger, and, second of all, are you trying to tell me that Shiki let you know she's pregnant by giving her a lucky charm…” Inoue looked at his cousin for an explanation but was only followed with a head nod. “Okay.”

Ita-kun looked at him with some hope that his social butterfly of a cousin will have a solution.

Inoue shrugged, “Can I be the godfather for the kid, please?”

Ita stormed off and went for the exit, paying no attention to his cousin's groans about payment. Maybe some more cool air would do him good.

“No? Okay, then I’ll ask Shiki. After all, she is the mother!” Inoue snicker to himself.

What drew him nuts the most was Shiki’s calmness. She looked so composed giving it to him, like it was nothing. Why would she break it to him this way? She was one of the bluntest people he knew.

They would have gotten married a long time ago if not for who exactly they were.

The elders would never let the daughter of the clan’s head leave the family just like that, and, despite her rebellious nature, it was one question she decided to avoid altogether. She included him in her dream of running off into the forest, and was more than enough.

On Ita’s side, no matter what the old man kept saying, everyone could see his grandfather still holding onto hope of the Uchiha clan restoration. That laid solely on Ita's shoulders.

But, his girlfriend may just have gotten her solution to all of that by taking him out of the equation.

Well, she could make a decision like that on her own, but he would not back down from staying with the woman he loves. He was ready to take that risk, whatever it would take.

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Yodo took a sip of her tea and stared at her oblivious husband in his office chair, certainly too indulged in work to hear any of the things she said to him. With no change in her tone, she added, “Oh, and I heard Ita-kun say he thinks Shiki is pregnant.”

Shikadai, without looking up from his papers, chewed on the end of the pen before calmly answering, “Finally, good for them.”

A lively smirk graced her lips as she slammed a palm on his table, making her husband shake, “Shikadai, your daughter is pregnant.”

“Yes, I- Wait, WHAT?!” Shikadai jumped out of his chair, hands taking the support of the desk, eyes bulging out in shock.

Temari ran into the office, the bento in her hands swinging wildly. “Just what the hell was that for?”

“Uchiha knocked up my--”

His wife put her hand up, cutting him off. “Okay, stop here, I wouldn't be so sure about it. I think I would have heard its heartbeat if she was at a term when it can be diagnosed. And she would have told me, I think. I'm the one buying her pills.” Yodo put calmly.

“Okay, Ita-kun would not have thought of something like that out of the blue, so it must have been some outside source,” Shikadai tried to reason, with two fingers rubbing his chin.

“Why would anyone tell him something like that?” Temari said in an annoyed tone.

Suddenly the doors flew open, directing everyone’s gaze at two new walk-ins, “Shikadai! We heard something abo- oh- good. Everyone’s here,” Said the Hokage, leaning on the shoulder of her husband who was standing right beside her.

“Oye, Shikadai, are we gonna be grandparents of the same kid?” Boruto chirped with no regard to the magnitude of the situation, earning dreadful gazes from everyone present.

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“Is something wrong?” The old man asked, weirded out by his granddaughter’s tense look, something telling him it had nothing to do with their current game of Shogi or her recent return from a prolonged solo mission.

The girl lowered the palm stroking her chin and let out an exasperated sigh, a bolt of chill sending a shiver through her body. “I sense incredible stupidity at play somewhere.”

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He could not believe the ledges it took him to convince her to let him do the heavy lifting, reaching an agreement at her carrying two smaller bags. The streets behind her changed quickly as she nodded to the music. Ita looked at Shiki’s grin, the very grin she had when she was truly happy about something. This thought added more weight to his shoulders, making him even more nervous.

She noticed his fuming in the corner of her eye and she couldn’t help but grin wider, wondering what news might have gotten him so out of shape. Still, she couldn't help but get a little excited by the scope of preparation he had planned.

Asking to throw a dinner with their families at her place was… sudden, but not unwelcomed. With how busy everyone was lately, spending time with their closest relatives sounded like a good change of pace, even for just one evening. And getting everyone together on such a short notice was pretty much a talent of his.

Soon enough the familiar unworn beige fence came into view. A teen girl stood there, phone in hand, propping the wall like it was bound to fall.

“Hey, kid.” Shiki waved her hand, looking up at the younger girl to retain eye contact. “Sorry for pulling you out like that.”

“No worries, it was the cat-stuck-in-a-tree type of day anyway.” Raito shrugged.

As Shiki searched for her keys and tussled with the lock, Raito snickered at the tense expression on her brother's face.

For her age, Raito certainly knew her way around a kitchen, making her a more than welcomed guest at Shiki’s house.

Right off the bat, she made a shortcut for a certain drawer. Ita smirked knowingly, leisurely making his way to a cabinet next to the T.V. and taking out a jar of homemade kirimochi.

As Ita reached for a cake, his sister dashed in, followed by a loud crunch of her teeth where his hand was a moment ago, that made Shiki fear of what would have been if not for the reflexes of the Sharingan user. Yet, when he sluggishly handed her the cake and then the jar, the girls could not help but stare on at loss.

Ita went on to lay out the things from the bags on the table when Raito noticed a bright package. “What are those? Chocolates?” The teen held on to the box, stepping away from her brother's reach to scream out to the girl at the counter, “Shiki, he decided to poison you!”

Ita clutched her, finally being able to take the box from her hold. “Those are caramels!” Ita spat back.

“If after all those years he finally got my allergies, chocolates would make for poisoning everyone but me,” Shiki explained nonchalantly while cutting the onions.

“Aww, so romantic,” Raito teased her brother again, getting the better of his miserable state.

When Ita left to get the table set, Shiki couldn't keep a question to herself anymore.

“Kid, did your brother finally make it to Jonin?”

“Eh?” Raito was visibly taken aback by the question. “I don't really know. Maybe?”

Shiki had a slight grin on her face. Sure his half-time job at the Hokage tower suited his social needs really well, but having him by her side on the kind of missions sensei took her to would have been nice.

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Shiki loved Raito’s cooking - but as Raito’s recent promotion made for an even tighter schedule, even an energy-filled person like that girl had to switch to pre-prepared noodles, not talking about cooking for others - and this turned that dinner into an even bigger occasion.

Walking back and forth from the table to the kitchen, brunette didn’t miss an opportunity to dig into this and that, at that time pursing her lips and holding the bowl up to her chest.

“This is so good! Do I have to share?” she whined, making Raito smile and Ita's blood pressure rise.

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By far the evening was going as smooth as butter, everyone enjoying themselves, making up for the time they missed due to their hard shinobi lifestyle. Boruto, Shikadai, and Sarada reminisced about their past missions, Yodo and Raito discussed the training princess of the Land of Wind was getting, and Shikamaru and Temari talked to their granddaughter, as Ita-kun kept silent, his gaze glued to his girlfriend.

“So, Shikari, umm, I think you have come of age and OUCH--” Shikamaru got cut off by a smack to his head.

“You don’t ask a girl about things like that so casually!” Temari spat at her lazy husband, making her granddaughter shudder. “Leave it! I’ll ask her.”

Her tone getting sweeter than normal, she asked, “So, Shikari, is there anyone special?”

Someone... special?

This took Shiki by surprise as she looked at Ita, who himself was startled by Temari’s question. Shikamaru on the sidelines looked for an exit - bracing himself from the immediate future.

There was an awkward silence among the four.

Ita stood up, the pressure making his feet shake. He took his wine glass and a fork and called for a toast, “Um, Shikamaru ojii-san, Temari oba-san, umm-- I am sorry in advance if you don’t approve, but I need to do this.”

Temari kept staring at the Uchiha casually, while Shikamaru hit his face with the palm of his hand out of utter fear of what might entail in the nearest future.

“Shiki, would you, please?” Ita prompted Shiki to get up by offering her a hand.

She was already uncomfortable with everyone giving her concerned gazes, and to top it all off - he kept staring at her. But, putting the last strings of her trust in his right mind, she slowly got up, fearing that it was not what she thought it was.

Sarada held on to Boruto’s hand so tightly that it made his face lose colour. Yodo and Raito smirked under the tension that Shikadai was giving off - as his daughter might be leaving him for good.

Ita got on one knee, took out a ring from his pocket and placed it in front of Shiki, his blue eyes meeting her green ones.

“Since even before the academy, you've been my best friend, we fought side by side and broke bread, and our friendship has always been something more than that.” Ita said, his gaze not leaving her dread-filled eyes.

“We have made some great memories over the years, some - not so much, but all of them worth it and too precious to describe with words,” Ita took a big gulf before continuing, “I always used to wonder who would be that girl for whom I will bend the knee. Looking back 10 years from now, I would have not known the answer to that question, but right now, right at this moment,” Ita’s voice cracked as he swallowed a big lump down his throat to the sound of whistling, that came abrupt as the Hokage hit her daughter up the head, “Shikari Nara, will you--,”

“Ita--” her voice broke off.

She took in a sharp breath, her head shaking on its own, and mouthed softly, her eyes filling with tears. “Don't do that, please. Ita, we talked about it. You didn't want this, I didn't want this.”

Young man's head fell forward, long fringe shadowing his eyes. “...This is a no, then. So you do want the child to have no father.”

The woman in front of him kept shaking her head while smudging her tears with her wrists. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“The lucky charm, that talisman.”

“What about it?”

The realization hit him, right in the guts. Hard.

“T-that lucky charm… it did not mean that you were pregnant… did it?” Ita covered his face and started to break down in a nervous laughter.

“Eh…. I gave you a cool rock, and you thought of that of all things?” Shiki was petrified, face red with tears streaming down. She was filled with frustration and concern - concern for Ita, and her, and their relationship. “Which one of your romance novels did you get that from?”

“Nara-san,” Ita looked up straight at the Nara clans former head, ”You said this lucky charm is given by the Nara women to their child’s father for good luck, didn’t you?” Ita deadpanned, his head ready to burst.

“Wha- what charm?” The old man asked, making the boy fall over to sit on the ground, slowly but steadily losing track of reality. “Aah, wait, I think I remember… The- the wording might have been a little bit unfortunate…” Shikamaru was wearing an apologetic face, but he was more scared of what might come. Temari’s black aura was oozing. “ ‘A little bit’, huh.” With her gaze, she dared her husband to say one more word. A lifetime of marriage made it clear to her that despite being known as the best tactician of the Land of Fire, her husband was an idiot when it came to human feelings.

Silence laid heavily upon them, seconds stretched into minutes, as everyone exchanged awkward glances.

“So,” Boruto stood up and announced, trying hard to relieve the tension. That proved to be tough with his wife's angry stare begging him to sit down and shut it. “Y’all look like you plan to let the food run stale, you know!”

The emptiness of green eyes as she stared him down and the blank expression on her face made Ita's blood run still in his veins. It was then that she finally turned to the table and said in a low voice, reaching over, “If no one is taking the crab salad, I am so eating all of that.” Shiki took the bowl and started filling her plate.

“I think this calls for something sour and dry,” Yodo said, picking a bottle of champagne from underneath the table. Boruto gestured her to let him open it, the pop and fuzz slowly starting to fill up the silence.

The girl extended her hand to him. “So, are you standing up, or what?”

He sat up and watched the fog turn to watery depths as everyone else came to their senses.

Their fathers seemingly exchanged their usual banter. Shikamaru and Raito were whispering something back and forth, earning the old man another smack from Temari.

“I thought you’d have at least talked to me about it first!” Sarada said compassionately, trying hard to hide her frustration.

Yodo brushed his hand lightly. “Ita, honey. It's okay. Something like this takes a lot of guts, and we're proud of you, just. Try to be more mindful next time.” Shikadai nodded in agreement, but his expression said otherwise, sending a shiver down Ita’s spine.

He stretched a smile to his best ability at the moment, his gaze not being able to miss the girl beside him drowning into her chair and digging greedily into the bowl of salad.

After that, the whole evening went into forced laughs and weird, but much-needed jokes from Boruto. First Shikamaru and Temari left early. Boruto and Sarada later left too as they both had to work to do - at least that was their excuse.

It was close to 1 in the morning when Shikadai and Yodo decided it was enough for the day, taking Raito out with them, as Ita and Shiki kept entering and exiting the scene in turns at the guise of cleaning up.

“Ugh, I've been a witness to your father proposing to your mother some half a dozen times.” Yodo said to Raito while putting on her boots, her husband turning to add, “Me? At least a dozen. They still got it strong, though.”

“Really? Maybe it wouldn’t be a long shot to say that me and Mitsuki-kun have it strong too, then.” Raito said with dreamy eyes, two adults shaking at the usual sentiment.

“I can't with this child, give me another one.” Yodo gestured at the pink-headed chunin and turned to her daughter standing in the doorway, “No offense.”

“It's okay, mom.”

Raito threw her hands around the older girl and gave her a light squeeze. “Sorry, my bro’s such a dumbass.”

“I guess this is my ninja way,” Shiki sighed, sharing a heartfelt laugh with her.

Shortly after the door lock clicked, she walked back into the living room and wiped the table one last time before propping herself up to sit on it. Her trouble was sulking on a couch, hunched over the phone in his hands, having changed his contacts for glasses, most probably to have something to fiddle with.

“Whew, I think we're done.” She wiped her brow and got taken aback by the man’s sudden sulked gaze.

“Hmmhm,” Ita whimpered, sinking more into the fluffy pillows.

“...with the table, I mean. You’ll get the dishes?” She asked, the request making Ita liven up a bit. Perhaps because they were few and far between, it never failed to make a certain pride grow within him.

“Yup! Already got those.” Ita soldiered up, his usual shine coming back to his eyes little by little.

Despite being happy to see him finally get out of it, she felt like she just needed to break it once and for all. Her hands clenched into fists. “You’ve only proposed to me because you thought I was pregnant.”

Ita's cheeks reddened as he snuggled even further into the pillows. “Because you said you didn’t want to rush into it.”

“And what made you think it would change my mind?” The comment made him look at her like she's grown an extra head.

To be fair, none of the people present at dinner tried to clear it up with her beforehand. That certainly made for a mind-blowing surprise, but in the long run, she couldn't blame him as much. All the preparation he's done and the lengths he took to make it comfortable for both of them made her heart skip a beat.

She knew she didn't have it in her to do that to him.

That’s when her lightly swinging leg met with the glass, making the bottles rattle gleefully. That sounded like a good plan. Both of them deserved this much.

A light tap on the top of his head and an extended hand took him out of his daze again.

“Wha-” Ita took it to be pulled out of the room and up the stairs. That's when he noticed a half-filled bottle of wine hanging in her other hand.

She led him all the way to the roof, getting too close to its edge for his comfort, and sat down on the cold cemented railing, urging him to join. Before them laid out the entirety of Konoha’s bustling nightlife, rapid heavy rails, skyscrapers framing the vale and the iconic residence of the Hokage.

The wine bottle rested in the little space between them. He took a gulp, hoping to drown the lump in his throat to be able to speak again, and looked off into the empty sky illuminated by electric lights. A gaze studying his pained features felt heavy. He handed the bottle back to her, his eyes staying on his mother’s stone face. The girl beside him took a big gulp, almost finishing it - seeking courage from it as much as he did. They kept at it until the bottle was finished - as they comforted themselves with the silence of the night.

“I think you'd make a good father.” The sudden words shocked him. Her cheeks were dusted with pink, her jaw tensed. She fidgeted her fingers subtly. “And a good husband, when the time comes. Whoever you choose, they should be one wicked lucky bastard. I know I am not.”

Her words sent daggers through his heart, and yet he would not dare to cut her off after the mess he has caused.

“You're the warmest, brightest person I know. You hate being alone, so when you asked me to be your girlfriend, I hoped I had it in me to help you grow more independent, to be okay with being on your own. I never expected this relationship to last as long as it did, you just, made it work so well. I would always be glad to take responsibility for both of us. You're just making so many people damn happy, hogging you to myself feels simply wrong.”

Ita kept looking at her green eyes clouded with tears, turned to the Hokage mountain. He slowly brought Shiki’s hand closer to him, getting her to look straight into his blue eyes, as he laid a small item onto her palm.

“Everything I’ve been doing so far has been to make you happy, as much as you make me. I don’t know what this lucky charm brings, but you're the only lucky charm I need. You're the one to have the keys to my heart, so no matter-” His sentence was cut off by a taste of wine sweetened by the lips so familiar to him. Her hands cupped his cheeks, now wet from her tears, the clank of the lucky charm hitting the roofing barely audible.

She slowly parted away, too early for his liking, and chuckled softly, “Sorry, but I had to stop you before you got all sappy.”

“Hey! You were saying all this sappy stuff yourself, and why did you say such things in first place?” Ita said with a tinge of annoyance. “You've been dating me for all this time!”

“Well, looks like you're stuck with me and my bad luck, then.”

He threw an arm around her and pulled her closer, her face fitting into the crook of his neck as perfectly as always.

It was then that vibration in his pocket shook them awake. He took his phone out to look at what should have been a very important message. And, looking through the text, he got reassured it was.

“Well, looks like you're stuck with me, too,” he smirked as he showed her the screen.

“Oh, that's troublesome.” She straightened up and stretched. “Off to the forest it is for me, then.”

This made Ita quirk an eyebrow. “For us!”

“Oye! Sasuke-teme” screamed out the former Hokage with his usual cheer. “Hm,” replied the Uchiha taking a bite from his ramen bowl. “Got news from home! I think we will have to add ‘great’ to our title as grandparents.” Said the blonde elder while looking through NinWitter.

BREAKING NEWS: Our beloved Ita-kun is off the market, rumours are he and the heiress of the Nara clan are having twins. Click below to see the two of them dancing together at the moon festival. IN OTHER NEWS: Uzumaki Hinata-sama breaks yet another record of eating noodles in the Land of Waves. Sasuke choked on his noodles for a second, took a sip of water to calm himself down, “Which one?” Asked the men, tense even after getting his composure. “Obviously Ita-kun, Raito-chan would never do that. After all, I taught her well.” Naruto's chest was swelling with pride at earning another point in this battle of ‘whose favorite grandchild will make them more proud’, as both carried on each clan’s name. So, these two idiots made a competition even out of this. “Your son obviously didn't look far for a student.” “Well, you were the one who taught him.” “I need to have a talk with that boy again. “ “Sasuke-kun! Naruto! Did you hear-” The retired pink haired Sanin entered into the premises. “Yeah, we heard, Sakura-chan… great grandparent sounds cool, doesn’t it?” “What are we gonna do with this boy, Sasuke-kun?” Sakura asked, ignoring the ‘not so important question’ from Naruto. “I’ll talk to him at our training about this,” said the head of the Uchiha clan, falling deep into his thoughts, “I don’t know why, but something doesn’t feel right. I want to hear it from him, and Shikari’s side too.” “Hold on to that thought, teme, Hinata-chan is back!” Naruto said, turning to greet his wife.

“Narut-” Hinata was cut by a hug from her husband. “Hinata! We will have ‘great’ in our names, dattebayo!” Naruto said in excitement, swaying her around in joy, which soon would be crushed .

AN: Just a long one-shot to the collection. Please leave a comment and let me know ‘what did you think about the pair’. I just want to say it again that anastasiapancake made this whole piece possible. See you in the next one. :)

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