#Also also imagine if he just went yep I’m Green Hood

[betterthanbatman1]

What if I’m crying in the club what then?

#I don’t know if the illustrators did this deliberately #or if they just thought oooh colourful ice cream for his milkshake #But I took one look at his milkshake and immediately imagined the panel where Bruce talks to Cass #where he tells her about Jason and the things Jason loved #No because the first panel was published 2 decades ago #And the whole scene is from when Jason was a child #when he was MURDERED as a CHILD #when Bruce grieved for the young boy he had #the boy who loved Neapolitan ice cream #He was too young #Also idk why I laughed ‘’hE lOveD gIrLsS’’ #But also canon Jason loved cars #Love that for him #Also also imagine if he just went yep I’m Green Hood #batfam #dc comics #dc #red hood #jason todd #batfamily #Red rambles #red needs to stop rambling and go to sleep how about that #Detective Comics 790 #and #Detective Comics 1042

[slightlymore]

green (aka ‘red’ part 2)

slytherin doyoung x ravenclaw fem reader

genre: hogwarts au but all different, romance, smut, established relationship (read ‘red’ if you’re into enemies to lovers), fluff

warnings: sexy times (69, bodies connected by slytherin magic idk, little rough, mention of saliva and all that jazz, mention of overstimulation, swallowing, use of magic during sexy times, solo m, solo f, fingering, raw, phone sex, spanking, short istance of subby dy, light bondage dy receiving, dry humping, mention of safe word, borderline sexy times in public), mention of natural events such as thunder, lightning, fire, water, rocks etc lmao, swearing, teasing

words: 9k

huge thanks to @spookyhyuck​ and @sunflowerforhaechan​ for helping me out with this fic!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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Previously, in Red

“It’s just– it’s unfair. So I– also want to know.”

“You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck.

“Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.”

“Even if I’m not a slytherin?”

“If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.”

“Pants off then. Now.”

Doyoung inhaled once, eyes darting from your face to your hands already trying to unbuckle his belt. 

"Are you-- are you sure about this?" 

Your eyes lit up with mischief, causing the young man to bite his lower lip. "Are you perhaps stuttering now, Kim Doyoung?" 

"I just--you'll legit feel it every time I'll-" 

"So what? Does that make you nervous?" 

You leaned down and cupped his cheek. He let his head fall on the mattress at your gentle push and he closed his eyes when he felt your lips gently kissing his neck. Your fingers started to draw patterns on his collar bones; while the other hand slipped past the restriction of his trousers, touch gentle above his boxers.

Doyoung's breath stopped for a moment before he released it, his cock twitching under your fingertips, so eager to be touched without the layer of fabric of his underwear. 

"I'd love to be able to feel it every time you fucked your fists," you whispered into his open lips, “bet it would make me so wet." 

You dragged the last word out while your hand palmed him and you loved to see him strain his neck to the side, his pulsing artery inviting you to just bite into it. 

And you were about to do it; if Doyoung hadn't of grabbed your wrists and smiled wickedly all of sudden. 

“Alright. But turn around,” he instructed. His fingers intertwined with yours and for a moment it felt fuzzy and warm. But the dying sun and its shadows made him look dangerous instead of aethereal.

“Huh?” you tried to move away but his grip was iron. 

“Turn around? Oh,” You blinked, finally making a sense of his words. 

He smirked again and let go of your arms, sliding his warm hands under your shirt instead until reaching your breasts. Your breath quivered and you straightened your back, letting your head fall as he cupped them, squeezing their softness harshly until you gasped. 

And then he became the one to rise and connect his teeth to your neck after discarding your upper garment with an aggressive pull. 

You closed your eyes - mind imagining just how badly your Ravenclaw bed was going to creak in a moment when the two of you made contact with the ancient bedframe - Doyoung reaching the swell of your breasts with the tip of his tongue.

 You felt your bra slowly descending off your torso as well. Doyoung grabbed it roughly and threw it somewhere in the room as if unable to wait a single moment. Just as roughly, he pulled you down on top of him and pushed your pyjama bottoms off your ass in one fatal swoop. 

"Come here," he murmured, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth; the thought of you sitting on top of that making shivers travel all across your body. Your chest was pressed on his but the fabric of his shirt bothered you too much, so hungry to feel his skin instead. 

So you leaned down and took his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with it and making him taste yours whilst your fingers gathered his top until feeling his abdomen and pecs defined, beneath the shirt. Then you forced it off, ruffling his fluffy dark hair playfully, before finally biting into his neck just as you had been dying to do. He chuckled, his throat moving accordingly to the vibrations of his deep voice but it soon transformed into an airy panting as you moved the biting down across his collarbones; placing wet kisses all across his chest, flicking his nipples and biting on the soft skin of his abs. Doyoung gulped when you reached the most prominent veins of his navel and you smiled, tracing one with the tip of your tongue until reaching the waistband of his boxers. 

"Ah shit, just-," he choked. You froze; keeping your hot breath close to his twitching cock just to make him gasp. 

You didn't go any further though and just smiled, putting on a short show for him, namely taking off your bottoms and underwear before sitting on top of his legs again. 

He admired you from underneath his hooded eyelids, but before you could tease him as you intended to, he flicked his wrist and your body moved the other way accompanied by your high pitched yelp. 

"Doyoung!" You leaned forward to steady yourself, as your ass was already being kneaded by his impatient hands. 

He chuckled once and pulled you by the waist until you could feel his breath between your legs. 

"Be a good girl," he murmured and dove in, the movement of his tongue around your clit making you moan too loudly for the university campus. 

"We need--to soundproof--the room-" you tried to speak with a broken voice as Doyoung spread you out with his hands, fingers pressed into the softness of your ass. 

"You can be silent with my cock inside that mouth." 

Mind clouded as you moved your hips to ride his tongue, you almost forgot about Doyoung's painfully hard cock poking out of his boxers. 

So you leaned down, trying to keep your moans as silent as possible and watched it spring out of the underwear on the lower stomach. Doyoung's hiss didn't go unnoticed by your ears as you pumped it, so you eagerly licked a strip up on it and felt his slight shudder. The you let out a trail of saliva past your lips and you watched it coat his tip. 

"Shit," he breathed on your clit as you pursed your lips on it and when you actually took it inside your wet mouth, hand working the base, his fingers pulled you even lower on his face. 

You moaned as his tongue fucked inside of you quickly, the vibrations of your throat causing him to get even more eager. With your cheeks sucked in to take as much as you could and one hand held steady to work the rest, you bobbed your head quickly, matching his pace. Then you finally took it all in until you felt it inside your throat, making him groan as he moved his hips upwards for more. You gasped for air as you let his cock slide out, glistening with your saliva, and you pumped it with your fist, moaning a second time when you felt Doyoung's fingers stretching you out. 

It was already too much. Your mind was hazy and your muscles aching. And when you felt another finger being added, making you squeeze your thighs together and curl your toes, your own fingers never letting his cock go, you moaned loudly. 

"Shh," He warned you, amused at you getting louder and louder as your orgasm approached. So you leaned down again, forehead resting on his thigh for a moment before starting to resume sucking on his cock again. 

Doyoung's legs twitched imperceptibly at your sudden touch and the movement of his tongue, back on your clit, got too erratic, showing you how close he was himself. 

"Babe, ah--fuck," he mumbled with broken breaths, his fingers digging into your sides, until he thrust inside your mouth a few times uncontrollaby and then went limp moments before you could feel his seed shoot on your tongue. You kept still as much as you could before letting it out, slowly working the length as it sprouted a few times on your breasts as well, descending on your nipples and his abdomen. 

Doyoung groaned a few more times and right after you finished swallowing you arched your back, his mouth sucking on you so needily as if he was still trying to reach his own high. 

Your nails dug into his thighs and your hips started to move on their own on his face, riding his tongue and trying to keep as quiet as possible. 

"Cumming!" you mumbled, mind hazy and muscles aching. 

Doyoung hummed pleased and didn't stop even when you started to uncontrollably shake in his hold, fucking you through your orgasm until you had to beg him to stop. 

__________

“What were you doing when this happened?” 

The man stated in a monotone voice, in full concentration as he was staring at his device connected to Doyoung’s room. He was standing in the middle of it, the only spot without any burnt patches or open flames.

The latter's mind went to last night, the feeling of his cock inside his desperate palm as the image of your mouth roamed his imagination; so he let out a short “heh” before clearing his throat. 

“So I was in bed.” 

“With someone?” The man mumbled. 

“Alone.” Doyoung replied. 

And it wasn’t a lie. He came inside your mouth that day and when he got to his room again all he could think of was cumming inside of it again. 

The man didn't reply for a moment. 

“And you said that it was as if an explosion happened that made your whole room catch fire?” 

“Yep.” Doyoung slid his hands in the sweatpants pockets, fighting the urge to swing back and forth on his heels. 

“Well, the room is not malfunctioning or anything. I just think your emotions were too strong."

The man raised his eyes to stare at Doyoung’s face. “Whatever they were," he added. 

The lack of emotions on the dude’s face was making things even more awkward. 

“Uhm yeah, I think I was having a nightmare or something…” Doyoung scratched the back of his head. 

The man hummed and with one last click, he sighed and twisted his wrist once. Doyoung inhaled relieved to see his burnt walls turn to their original state. He had never experienced a rub so good it made his room burn like hell itself before. 

“Thank you, sir," Doyoung addressed the man that was already walking towards the door. 

“Next time this happens-” The stiff man said, turning around once, feet in the corridor, “-just imagine water or something.” 

“And what if my room gets flooded?”

The man straightened his jacket with a short tug. “Well, just don’t jack off then.” 

With a little smile, Doyoung was ready to see him off and hide under the covers. 

__________

“What do you mean by an explosion?” 

You leaned closer to Doyoung, who was sitting across the table from you in the study room, to hear his whispers better. 

“Like a real ka-boom?” A curious voice asked as well. 

Doyoung and you both turned your heads towards Haechan, standing and resting with his elbows on the desk as close to you as possible. 

“This is a private conversation!” You gently whisper-yelled, pushing Haechan back. 

"I'm just curious to know more about the rooms!” He whined, straightening his back. 

“Well, didn’t you feel it?” Doyoung’s words were directed towards you and you gulped, remembering the sensation you felt the previous night. 

It did feel like an explosion inside your whole body. If that was what your connection was going to feel like in the future, you were surely going to lose your mind with each orgasm. 

“Of course I did! But my room didn’t catch fire.”

Doyoung’s adam apple travelled up and down in his throat. “Lee. Can you please just fuck off for a second?” 

Haechan, face almost touching Doyoung’s one, opened his palms and took a few steps back again. 

“I think,” you waited a moment, eyes darting around as if trying to gather more courage, “it happened because I was doing it too.” 

Doyoung’s jaw fell open and Haechan whistled. 

“Well, shit. If I blow up my room while I think of my cute girlfriend then what’s going to happen when I actually fuck my cute girlfriend?” 

You bit your lower lip, trying to not giggle at his words but it was impossible.

 Doyoung's gaze caressed your face and his expression relaxed into a smile.

“You like that? Me calling you my girlfriend?” He touched your hand and you intertwined your fingers soon after. 

“Uhm, guys, I think you should take this to the bedroom now...” Haechan trailed off, seeing you imperceptibly lean into each other. 

“Maybe we should just not masturbate at the same time,” you whispered. 

“Maybe we should just blow up the entire university.” Doyoung whispered back, before your lips inevitably clashed together making Haechan groan and a few other nosey people in the vicinity look away too. 

__________

It was a sunny day and the grass outside never felt softer as you sat down crossed legged. Doyoung’s hand was still intertwined with yours and you giggled when instead of letting it go as you tugged away, he just pulled you towards himself. 

“I just can’t get enough of you,” his breath caressed your lips. The kiss was slow and soft and you melted in his arms. 

You hummed teasingly then watched as Doyoung indicated towards you and a sandwich gently breezed inside your hand from the basket he carried. 

“Stop boasting your object moving skills,” you smiled before taking a bite. Your knees touched as he sat down as well and he smirked seeing your uniform skirt slide up your thigh a bit. 

“My room still reflects my mood even when I’m outside of it,” he continued as you munched on the food. “Perhaps I should keep the distance.”

“Can’t you just turn it off?” 

Doyoung snickered. “Yeah. I’m on my way to ask the principal to turn off my room because I want to have mad sex and I end up destroying it.” 

You tilted your head to the side as if thinking for a moment. Then you noticed Doyoung’s gaze. 

“What?” 

“That turned you on just now,” he smiled. 

You gulped. “No.”

He sighed knowingly. “Yes.” 

You exchanged a look. 

“Can you feel it?” 

“Can you not?” 

“I thought it was just my feeling. Is this you being horny right now?”

“I think it’s both mixed.” 

“You said that I would only know when you orgasm.” 

“Well, that’s what I thought too.” 

You both stared at each other for a moment as if doomed. 

Then Doyoung’s eyes twinkled and the heat inside of your gut intensified. 

“Doyoung! Stop it.” 

“Hmm, can you resist this though?” he leaned in like a snake trying to catch your lips. 

“We’re outside,” you whispered, placing your hands on his chest. 

“We’re hidden. No one’s looking.” 

The burning sensation inside your gut intensified even more and when you felt completely wet Doyoung exhaled. 

"Oh, I know," he whispered on your lips when you tried to tell him. "I think--," he licked his lower lip, looking at you twitching in front of him. "I can make you cum with only my words." 

You whined closing your eyes and trying to calm your quick breath whilst your hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. 

"Please, this is torture."

You squeezed your legs together and Doyoung was quick to slide one hand between them just enough to keep them apart, kneading the soft flesh in the meantime. 

His lips brushed yours and you let go, diving in desperately, sucking on his tongue as if only that alone could make you go over the edge. His hums were deep and rough and you wondered how he managed to keep it together. 

"Hold tight," he ordered and you gasped, unable to breathe for a moment before blinking hard and seeing new trees adorning Doyoung's figure. 

"Wait," you furrowed your eyebrows. He smiled hovering on top of you. The breeze felt different and there were no more screaming students in the background. 

Then you realized. 

"Is this your room?" you tried to look around above his shoulder. 

The green moss under your back was soft to the touch and the campus surely didn't have any waterfalls like the one shining under the setting sun. 

"Doyoung, did you really just transport us in your room as if it was nothing?" 

"Perks of being a Prefect," his soft breath caressed your ear as he outlined it with his lips. 

"I’m a Prefect too but I can't do this!" 

"Then, perks of being a horny Slytherin," he chuckled and you felt his tongue gently drawing patterns on your neck. The breath you took in was sharky and you tightened your hold around his torso, pulling him towards you even more with your legs. 

"Just fuck me already," you whined and Doyoung was quick to unzip his pants, pupils so big that you could see your own reflection in his eyes. 

"I think this is going to be very quick," he grunted, pushing your panties to the side and pressing his tip into your clit. 

You threw your head back and opened your mouth in a soundless moan, choking when he pushed inside slowly. 

"I don't need much either," you managed to speak before you both started to pant in unison. Your fingers got tangled in his luscious hair, wrapping his neck with your arms and lungs filled with his scent. Your mouths were open against each other as if starved and you wondered why it took you so long to fuck again. 

The moans were quick to invade the room and when your body started to shift back and forth under his weight, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down around your head. 

Doyoung kissed you once and bit on your lower lip, stretching it out as his hips slowed down, making you feel every inch so very well. 

“I can feel the way you like it when I’m like this,” he murmured amused. 

You inhaled deeply as he hit it hard a few times then slowed down again. The waterfall burst in sync and you felt a few drops of water on your skin. 

“And I guess you can also feel the way you’re torturing me right now,” you breathed out, clenching around him as if begging for release.

“Yeah,” he outlined your lips with the tip of his tongue, “and it’s so fun.” 

Your hips moved upwards, needing more and he chuckled once, lifting himself on the knees and lifting one of your legs to his shoulder.

“I think I need some magical words now, baby.” 

You tried to roll your eyes to the side and move your arms but he clicked his tongue and you realized the amount of control he had on you. 

“I can’t believe you’re balls deep inside of me and still have the strength to keep my wrists down with magic.”

“Oh, you want me to lose control?” 

You looked around the room, or better, the dark green forest, and imagined it on fire but your lucid thoughts lost any meaning the moment Doyoung started to move again, the sound of his hips hitting the underside of your thighs becoming too overwhelming. Your spinning head got you whining and moaning his name, again and again, each time louder until he actually lost control and your fingers were free for you to dig them into his chest, palming his stomach and going up to reach his face. He kissed your fingertips leaning down again as you started to twitch in his hold. 

“Shit,” he cursed through his teeth, your approaching orgasm making him unable to distinguish between his one and yours. 

You gasped, lips forming the words and he grunted. “I know, baby, I know.” 

And when it came crashing down on you, it felt so right yet so terrifying that you thought you were about to pass out. 

The waterfall moved its course right above you and you screamed while Doyoung laughed loudly, his hair getting all wet and dripping above you. 

You tried to open your eyes, passing your hands on your face. 

“We’re all wet now!” 

“You were wet way before this,” he chuckled, his cool skin so smooth to the touch that you pulled him down until he was able to rest his face on your chest. 

He wrapped your torso with his arms, caging you under his weight and you sighed relieved, still dizzy from the mind-blowing experience. 

"I can't believe this just happened."

You looked up at the calm waterfall and its pink water that reflected the sunset. A few birds you didn't notice before were chirping. 

“Can you get rid of my clothes without touching me?” you wondered. 

Doyoung chuckled and his breath warmed your bosom. 

“Yes.” 

You gasped. “Who have you been practising with?” 

He lifted his head to rest his chin on you. “It’s second-year magic.” 

“They don’t teach us to undress people.” 

“They teach us to move stuff. I can move it from your body to the floor. Same thing.” 

“Then do it. Wet clothes feel aw-” you tried to complete the sentence but didn’t manage to as you suddenly felt his wet body on yours instead of the fabric. 

“What are we? Like Adam and Eve?” you laughed at the image of you both naked and lying on a patch of moss. 

He kissed your lips slowly. “Perhaps we were. Like in a past life or something.” 

You hummed, pushing his dripping hair back. “So the room it’s better flooded than burnt?” 

“The soil will absorb everything so when I'll turn it back, abracadabra, no water left.” 

“Why are you so smart?” you smiled. 

“Actually, I dropped out of the top 10.” 

Your smile died. 

“What?” 

“You too.” 

“What?!” 

__________

“Oh shit.” 

You were standing in the corridor, one hand on your mouth and eyes wide looking at that month’s academic ranking sheet. 

“How is this possible?” you asked Doyoung who sighed near you. 

"I thought you were aware."

“Well, when was the last time you folks handed in homework?” Haechan stopped by, head shaking like a disappointed parent. You both turned your heads towards him. 

“We’ve been-” you started to speak but drifted off, unsure on how to continue. 

“Busy,” Doyoung concluded with a nod. 

“Oh yeah,” Haechan eyed Doyoung’s bright hickey on the side of the neck. “I can see that. Keep up the good work then,” he patted both of your shoulders. "Also, you have leaves in your hair."

It was your turn to sigh. Doyoung reached the top of your head and retrieved a small leaf. 

“I think we need to schedule our meetings-” you started but Doyoung interrupted you, alarmed. 

“What? No way!”

You crossed your arms on your chest and faced your boyfriend. 

“We’re not going to graduate if we keep fucking all day.” 

And Kim Doyoung actually pouted. “I don’t care.” 

“You’ve been fighting for first place all of this time!” 

“It’s because I was trying to win over you. Now it’s not important, is it? Because you're mine."

You had to close your eyes to gather your shit. 

“Doyoung, our future-” 

“My future is you.” 

“Oh my God, stop being cringy for a second."

He hummed amused and pulled you towards his chest. You reluctantly let him do it and wrapped his torso. He smelled like forest and well - like Doyoung. 

“We can study and fuck,” he murmured in the crook of your neck. 

“What are you? A bunny?” 

“We can study together,” he looked at you as you lifted your gaze on his face. 

“You already know how bad of an idea that is, Doyoung.” 

He rolled his eyes and sighed. 

“Okay. Knowing you, there's already a plan."

You let him go and lifted one finger as you started to announce the rules. “We can meet once a day.” 

“Oh my God," he rubbed his forehead. 

“When we meet, we can fuck only if we’ve already finished our assignments,” you added a second finger. 

Doyoung passed one hand through his hair annoyed. “Alright.” 

“Three. If you try some weird shit while I’m busy, I’ll beat your ass.” 

He smirked. 

“Do you understand?” 

“Yes. You’ll beat my ass. Understood.” 

“You don’t want that,” you warned him.

“I absolutely do not want that,” he kissed your lips once. 

__________

Doyoung turned around and around. 

His bed felt cold and uncomfortable that night and everything he desired was having you warm it up. He thought he loved studying but while working on his homework he realized that he has been in love with you instead all of that time. 

The wall clock ticked slowly until Doyoung groaned and broke it with a twist of his wrist. Then he hated the way it looked on his wall so he sent it flying out of the window. 

With a grunt, he rolled over and tried to find his phone. 

From DY: you up? 

From You: yes, studying. as you should 

From DY: hmmm 

You sighed looking up at the screen for a second more before putting it away.

 Then you suddenly froze, hand in the air and your panties absolutely soaked. 

“Kim Doyoung. I swear I’ll-,” you’ve never called someone as quickly as him at that moment and you hated the way you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his sleepy voice. 

“Yes?” 

“Doyoung.” 

“Yeah.” 

You exhaled. “I’m mad at you.” 

“Hot,” he chuckled. 

“Stop whatever you’re doing right now.” 

“Hmm, can’t,” he gulped and his shifting on the bed synced with the feeling inside of your stomach. 

“I have a test tomorrow!” 

“I can teach you if you come over,” he murmured. 

“I can teach myself very well if-” 

“If you didn’t have your mind so clouded right now?” 

You started to pant lightly and you closed your eyes. 

“I’m just minding my own business,” he teased you. “Turn off the phone.” 

The grip on your desk went unnoticed to you until you started to lightly shake, the wet sound of his fist working himself paired with his deep and lazy voice too tempting for you to actually put the phone away. 

“Doyoung. We talked about it. Rule number three. I’ll beat your ass.” 

“Come over and do it then.” 

You sighed annoyed and let the silence fill the space for a while. 

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Just a moment. Touch yourself.” 

“You’re going to burn the room,” you tried to joke, ignoring the way your hand slowly descended between your legs. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice. 

But he sighed once and his breath got louder. “Good girl,” he praised you. 

You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, listening to Doyoung’s sounds and adding some whines of your own to the orchestra. 

“Can’t you really come over? This is driving me insane,” he groaned. 

“If I come over, you’ll keep me occupied all night.” 

Doyoung chuckled once then swore silently as you slid a finger inside of yourself, pumping quickly until the wet sounds reached his ears. 

“I bet it doesn’t feel as good as my fingers.” 

The chair you were sat on fell to the ground with a loud bang as you stood up and leaned on the desk. Your arm was trembling so you bent it, resting on your forearm instead, forehead pressed hard on it as your fingers were indeed too short to give you the pleasure you were seeking. 

“Oh babe, you’re doing such a mess over there,” he had the audacity to snicker but then his voice died in a choke as you started to moan his name like a mantra, over and over. He surely could feel the way the heat growing inside your limbs were making you curl your toes and bite on your own skin. 

“Are you going to cum with me?” you mewled and Doyoung just about lost his mind. His panting filled the phone speaker and as you reached your orgasm, lulled by his swearing, his moans got engulfed by loud thuds. 

“Doyoung?” you tried to reach the phone with a trembling hand but the beep replaced his voice. 

__________

“This is very embarrassing,” he whispered to himself. 

You were both standing in his room, arms crossed on the respective chests and eyes trying to make sense of what you were looking at. 

You ran as quickly as lightning towards the Slytherin rooms, worried out of your own mind, just to see Doyoung sat on a gigantic rock instead of his bed. 

“What happened?” you walked towards him before tripping on the unstable floor. 

“Oh, careful!” he slid down and caught you in his arms before you could get yourself a free rhinoplasty. 

“Are you okay?” you asked him and his red cheeks told you that he was absolutely fine and actually still high as fuck from the mindblowing rub. 

He chuckled. “We’re in a cave!” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest away. “You scared the shit out of me. Rocks started to fall down? What the hell happened?"

He sighed, looking around. “The walls and ceiling started to disintegrate.” 

“This makes absolutely no sense. I don’t believe there’s no other Slytherin with your problems. One can not have control over this. This is so much responsibility. How is this safe for school? I will go and ask-”

“Hey, hey, Y/N, shh,” he cupped your face and smiled. “It’s alright.” 

“It’s not! You burn then you get hit with rocks. And for what? Because you’re horny. I’m worried but I’m also mad!” you replied but him squishing your cheeks didn’t make your discourse aggressive at all. Doyoung smiled again and gave you a peck on your duck lips. 

“At least you’re in my room now.” 

“I’m not! I’m in a cave.” 

“I learned the spell,” he announced and took a step back like one of those muggle magicians with hats full of bunnies. “What bedding colour do we want tonight, Miss?” 

“We? I’m going back to my normal room to study.” 

Doyoung pouted. “Ah, come on. Just sleep with me. What if scary wolves start appearing from the walls this time? Or a tornado? Even worse, your father to beat my ass?”

“You’re insufferable. Also you wouldn’t want my father to see me sleeping with you, would you?” 

He chuckled delightedly as a child and with both wrists and a little wince of effort he turned his room back to normal. 

You inhaled and exhaled deeply as he let himself fall on the bed, patting the side of it for you to join him. 

“I’ve never been as empty as now. That nut almost killed me so I just want to sleep. Please.”

You sighed again and moved towards him. “Okay. But this is the last time.” 

_________

It wasn’t the last time. 

You tried to avoid Doyoung as much as possible for your own sanity and your academic well-being. And his actual survival. But it was impossibile to not bump into his firm chest at every corner. 

“Doyoung! Leave me alone!” you would announce from far away as he would walk down the corridor. “I know you have a test in ten minutes. We don’t have time for this.” 

“Just a single kiss,” he gave you The Eyes. 

Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect? Scary, intimidating, domineering. 

Kim Doyoung, your boyfriend? Clingy, soft, a complete fool. 

And you adored him. 

His friend laughed and walked away, leaving Doyoung behind to bother you further. 

“A hug?” he tried again as you shook your head. 

“Okay, okay. A handshake,” he smiled and you rolled your eyes amused, extending your hand. 

Doyoung grabbed it and kissed your knuckles slowly, then gently kissed one of your fingertips, his dark eyes not letting your figure go for a moment. Your pupils shook as he would kiss another fingertip, then another, and before you could realize you were in his arms, mouths on each other, his body pressing into yours and pushing you towards the first classroom available. 

“Doyoung. Rule number 2,” your voice was a tiny choked breath. 

“I don’t care.”

“What if someone’s going to see?” you whispered alarmed as he lifted you with a thud on the professor’s desk. 

“Let them watch. Are you up to give them a hot show?” 

“Stop joking! We can be expelled!” 

“You won’t care about that in a second,” he announced, falling on his knees and pushing your panties to the side. 

You inhaled sharply and slid your fingers into his hair, mouth open in a silent moan as Doyoung’s tongue actually made you forget whatever concern you had. 

“Doyoung, I said, you have a test,” you mumbled, fingers gripping his hair and pulling. 

He stood up, hands placed on each side of you and his gaze made you immediately regret your tone. 

“Is this how you talk to me?” he lifted one eyebrow. 

“Is your little Slytherin ego hurt?” you tried to imitate him but failed as he pulled you down from the desk and turned you around. 

“I see that you miss our fights,” he growled inside your ear before bending you over. 

The first slap to your ass made you bite your lower lip. The second made you moan and the third got your panties even wetter than before. 

“If you’re going to whine so much about it then you just deserve to not cum at all.” 

“You are not leaving me here like this now,” you warned him, hearing him fumbling behind you. 

“Hmm, and if I do?” 

“I will edge myself until you burst yourself.” 

“Let’s see,” he took a step back and dusted his jacket, ready to leave. 

You let out a whine of protest. 

"What?" 

You wiggled your butt. "Come on."

Doyoung raked your skirt up again slowly. 

"Come on, what?" 

It was a long and cruel battle and you secretly enjoyed every bit of it. He waited for you to talk again, running his fingers all over your ass as if bored but his thoughts were not hidden to your gut. 

You tried to turn around but his palms pinned you down again with a soft thud. 

You turned your wrists and he let out a surprised chuckle, quick to shield it. 

"Is this a Defense against the dark arts class?" 

You smiled. "Yes. You're the dark arts." 

He hummed and got closer until you felt the fabric of his pants brush against the underside of your nude thighs. And when he raked his hand through your hair you moaned, letting him open your lips with his tongue as you arched your back.

It was a slow and sinful kiss, and you melted into it as he fucked your mouth with his. 

You were both panting when he broke it off and turned you around. Quick to hook your legs around his waist, you kissed again as if for the first time. 

You pushed his hair back and he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. He ran his tongue along with it and you dove in again, sucking on it. Nails digging and palms pressing on the desk loudly, you begged him without words as he breathed heavily into your neck. 

Shifting and rocking together, murmuring incoherently, you set his room on fire for the second time. 

__________

“I’m calm today. It’s fine,” Doyoung looked at you with wide innocent eyes. 

You were both sitting on his room’s fluffy rug (“Do you like the green? I made it appear only for you”), your books all scattered around you and your nerves thin, expecting your boyfriend to jump on you anytime now. 

The lighting in his room as he was rearranging your guts just days before attracted half of the Slytherin people to the door. Doyoung had some explaining to do as soon as he got back, shirt out of his pants and swollen lips. 

"Are you perhaps going through a rough time?" the gentle Nurse that came to assist eventual injuries asked, timidly entering the smoky room. "You know you can talk to me whenever. Your father and I-," 

"Oh no, Ma'am. I'm doing well actually," Doyoung was quick to interrupt her after dismissing all kids polluting the corridor. 

"This happens when one's mad though."

He chuckled once. "I am definitely not mad. I'm--happy actually," Doyoung explained and coughed a few times, hand swatting around his face. It would take him more than a few wrists turns to make his room look decent again. 

"Doyoung-," 

"Ma'am, I have a girlfriend."

She blinked at him then suddenly blushed. 

"Oh!" she then smiled. "Oh. Well," she took a napkin out of her coat and gently patted her neck. "I know married couples that never managed to change the colour of the lights. Imagine turning it on fire," she laughed slowly and Doyoung hummed, hand resting on the debris of his bed, waiting for her to finally leave. 

"I'll send your father a letter to congratulate myself for the nice couple-,”

"Oh no no no no" he sprinted in front of her, hands on both of her shoulders. "My father would surely appreciate it but he's-uh- currently- hm- out of the country."

Her eyes twinkled with malice. "Then you'll have to be cute with your girlfriend for a while and keep your room intact."

“I swear. I’m cute. Just a calm studying date. Promise,” he actually lifted his pinky and you smiled, wrapping it with yours and touching thumbs. 

Then you sighed turning your computer on. 

“I’m glad. I missed our fluffy moments and I can’t believe the actual Nurse threatened you- Doyoung!” you interrupted yourself as you eyed his hand on your ankle. 

“I’m not doing anything,” he blinked at you. You hummed as a warning. 

“Come on. You would have felt it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him and resumed your fumbling. He didn't look away though and you could actually see his movements in your peripheral vision. 

"Doyoung."

"What? I'm just getting comfortable."

"Leaning towards me?" 

"Oh, come on. I missed you," he got as close as to touch shoulders with you and place a hand on your thigh. 

"Had no idea Slytherins were so cuddly," you looked at it, worried. 

"Hm? Is this-," he squeezed your leg, "making you feel some type of way?" 

You pursed your lips. "Not at all."

"Not at all you say?" his voice was getting dangerously lower as he started to play with the hem. 

"Doyoung, the studying-," you tried to speak but he placed a single kiss on your jaw, interrupting you. 

"The what?" he murmured. 

You gulped. "We-," 

"Go on," he kissed your neck, stealing a real moan from your chest. 

He chuckled. "So easy."

“Okay, you know what? That’s it. You deserve to be punished,” you announced, grabbing his green Slytherin tie and pulling it towards you. Doyoung exhaled and almost lost his balance, his eyes wide open at your actions. 

“What are you doing?” he stared at your hand. 

You ignored him. “Hmm, let’s see. What safeword should we use?” you wondered, deep in thoughts. 

“Eh? Safeword?” 

“What about ‘green’?” 

“What about it?” 

“Say it when it’s too much, honey,” you explained and got up, starting to walk and dragging your boyfriend by the tie. He followed you quickly towards the bed, almost tripping on his feet, and he let you push him roughly on it. 

It’s not that he didn’t have any strength, but he was so shocked that he couldn’t move a single limb. 

“You know what Ravenclaws are good at?” 

He shook his head. 

“Wit, originality and winning,” you recited, lifting his chin with your nail. 

“You’re also good at sucking cock,” he murmured, the little smile blooming on his lips showing his senses coming back to his body. 

You tsked and slid his tie off his shirt making his hiss at the harsh movement. Then you touched each button on that shirt and they fell to his lap, slowly exposing his collarbones and chest. 

Doyoung kept his eyes on you like two dark fires and you knew he was waiting for you to hesitate for a single moment so he could attack instead. 

“Can I play too or is this a one-sided fight?” he wondered, leaning down on his elbows, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. His bed was a dark green velvet this time and his figure on it made your mouth water. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

He hummed lazily and looked at you as if unsure of what to do first. 

Then your buttons popped too. 

All of them and at the same time. 

You closed your eyes briefly at the sound and breathed out shakily. 

“Really? Copying me?” 

Doyoung shrugged and indicated to you that it was your turn. 

So you put on a brave smirk and walked towards him slowly, letting your uniform shirt fall on the ground at his feet. T

hen you climbed on his lap. 

He followed your movements and you were pleased to see the little breaths coming out of his open lips as you leaned down as if to kiss him but twisted your wrists instead. 

His arms moved towards you and unsupported, his back hit the mattress. 

Doyoung chuckled once but the smile disappeared as his tie slowly wrapped his hands like a snake. 

“Babe?” 

“I’ve been honing my skills too,” you explained and got off him right at the same moment his body slid quickly on the sheets until meeting the bed board with a soft thud. 

He groaned once, trying to move his arms but they didn’t budge, tightly secured above his head. 

You giggled and straddled his thighs again, palming his nude stomach in the meantime. 

“Hmm, what should I do with you now?” you wondered. 

Doyoung bit his lower lip and whispered a spell. Your bra slid down your arms and you pouted. 

“Poor baby. With your wrists tied like that you can’t do mental spells? This is all you can do now?” you discarded the item of clothing to the side. "Hmm, not even horny Slytherins can perform magic with tied arms, can they?”

He let his head fall down on the pillow, the annoyed smile adorning his pretty face making you weak in the knees. 

“I don’t need magic to get you begging,” he retorted, his dark gaze adding to the discourse. 

“Alright,” you gave it to him with a shrug. “But what are you going to do when I do this-” you slid your fingers between your legs, “and you can only watch?” you finished right when your fingertips touched your wet clit. 

You inhaled at the sensation and Doyoung swore silently, his arms tugging at the restraints. The moans escaping your lips were little and soft as you went gently on yourself and you didn’t need any Slytherin connection to know what the view of you half-naked on top of Doyoung did to him. 

“Take your skirt off too,” he murmured, eyes trained on your hand hidden by the fabric. 

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re in a position to give orders now,” you replied but did as he suggested, slowly unzipping the skirt on your hip. Then you moved to the side and slid it off your legs. When you tried to get your panties off too, you huffed feeling them move on your thighs by themselves. 

“You’re going to lose all of your strength with your little tricks,” you turned your head to face him. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To have me all weak for you to play with me?”

The dying lights in his room were flickering on his skin and with his black strands of hair on the white pillows and his open shirt, he looked like some sort of powerful count. 

No, he didn’t look weak to you at all. 

“Okay, stop playing along now,” you returned on his thighs and sat on his hard cock. 

He bit his lower lip at the sensation and lifted his hip a few times to make you bounce on it. 

“I am not,” he turned his head to the side, teasingly, like a little bird. 

“You’re enjoying yourself right now," you whispered. 

Doyoung took in the sight of you slowly grinding on his pants and breathed out. “Damn right I am. You wanted me to suffer?” 

“Yes.” 

Your fingers softly pressed on his chest as you moved on top of him, his dress pants luscious on your skin. 

"I'm going to cum all over you then leave you like this. What do you think?" 

"Oh, so this is all about revenge."

You didn't reply and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation. Doyoung's abs kept twitching under your fingertips as you tried to reach your high and edging him at the same time. 

You really wondered how long he would last without begging and just imagining his pretty lips forming those pleas just added to the overwhelming sensation inside of you. 

"There's no risk of you destroying this room again and it's also an opportunity for you to learn a lesson," you tried to sound coherent but his dark smirk made you stutter. 

"Yeah," his voice was husky and you gulped. "You look so pretty like this, desperately riding my cock." His eyes danced on your bouncing breasts and for a moment you realized that you were not winning at all. 

You were losing so badly that you didn't have enough strength to keep his hands tied anymore. You fell onto his chest, so close to climax that your head got full of static. Dizzy and whimpering, mouth open on his, breathing his air and rolling your hips, you cried out, legs shaking and muscles twitching, loving the way defeat tasted like. 

__________

Doyoung was sitting in front of you during the Debate class both of your houses shared. It has been weeks since you didn’t actually debate with him and the hours went on very boringly. 

“Since you’ve both been, you know,” Haechan did an obscene gesture with his hands so you lightly slapped them down from the professor’s eyes, “the class lost its spark. Not gonna lie.” 

You smiled a bit and resumed your previous position, chin on the palm of your hand and eyes on Doyoung’s shoulders. 

“He’s saying smart things lately. Nothing to add to it.” 

“He was saying smart things before as well. You were just blinded by hatred. And now you’re blinded by love.” 

You sighed, watching the way the warm rays of sun danced on your boyfriend’s skin. 

Then you straightened your back. 

Haechan blinked at your sudden reaction and waited for you to say something. 

“I have an idea on how to make the class funny again.” Your eyes twinkled with malice and Haechan made a face. 

“Hmm. Sounds like a bad idea.” 

You ignored him and bit your lower lip, eyes piercing Doyoung’s back, not moving even when Haechan waved his hand in front of your face. 

“Are you trying to bewitch him or something?” 

“Or something,” you murmured. 

And to Haechan’s surprise Doyoung actually jolted in his seat. It went unnoticed to others but it was obvious to whom stared. 

And you were staring. 

“What did you do?” Haechan inquiried, eyes darting from you to him and back to you. 

You hummed amused and waited a few more moments. 

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and exhaled. 

“What’s going on?” Haechan whispered again. 

“I’m thinking of him eating me out.” 

“What??” Your friend asked too loudly, making a few people turn around. 

Doyoung also turned and his gaze could have made you get up and run away if you weren’t in class. 

Careful, it was saying but unfortunately it just added to the sensation in both of your bodies, making him close his eyes for a second. 

Then you gasped as well. 

Haechan got the gist of it and clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“Yall nasty.” 

_________

"Where do you think you're going?" 

Doyoung pressed his palm on the wall behind you, caging you with his arms soon after. 

"Hey, boo," you smiled nonchalantly. 

He narrowed his eyes at you, the hand near your face moving to trace your cheekbone then jaw. It stopped on your lower lip, his thumb dragging it a bit, slowly touching your skin. 

"So you want war," he murmured. “Refusing me, then fucking yourself on me. Now, thinking who knows what dirty things in class just to get me all worked up. What’s up with the rules you made?”

Your throat twitched as you gulped, his palm now hovering over the softness of it. 

The little whine that came out of your lips made Doyoung smirk, but then he straightened his back and took a few steps back. 

Touch me touch me touch me touch me

"Let there be war," he loosened up his tie and turned around, the sound of his shoes clicking on the shiny corridor pavement poignant as your heartbeat. 

__________

It was late and the night was darker than usual. 

You came back from your last exam of the semester and you were fuming. Dizzy and unable to concentrate on the paper, you could only think of Doyoung’s long and slender fingers slowly pumping inside of you.

Fuck. 

You could almost see his annoying smirk, somewhere on campus, getting himself horny just to get you horny too. And when you thought he’d let you rest for the day while untying the knot of your robe, ready to slip under the covers, you felt a weird sensation vibrating through your body. 

Looking down, you noticed your pyjama move as if an invisible wind haunted your room. It gently nudged you towards the door and you tried to resist for a second. Then the sudden burst of heat inside your core made you inhale sharply. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled and grabbed your robe, trying to wear it again to not show the entire campus your thin nightgown. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you whispered to no one, feeling your feet being dragged on the pavement. Like a Russian ballet dancer, you slid across the corridors and hoped no one would see you as you secretly exited the Ravenclaw chambers. 

“Just--a moment!” you whispered again, hands grabbing the side of the door to see if the outside corridor was empty. 

The pull stopped for a second but then it got impatient and you rolled your eyes, letting it move you around the university like a ghost. 

When you noticed the open Slytherin doors you sighed, the sensation inside your guts growing at an alarming speed, almost as quickly as the pull Doyoung applied to your body. 

And when you entered his room, the lecturing you wanted to give your horny boyfriend died in your throat. 

“Woah, Doyoung,” you looked around. 

The young man was resting on the bed, one hand to support his head. “Hi, baby.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, the moss under your feet caressing your skin as the dark, angry sky, illuminated by lightning, danced on your figure. “But are you perhaps mad?”

At the same moment, a loud thunder made you close your eyes and Doyoung pulled you on the bed. You yelped as you landed on it and he wrapped your body with his arms.

“I just want you on top of me, let's test this fucking room to its fullest capacity,” he whispered. His voice was low and it made your hairs rise. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” you tried to ask but he shut you up with his mouth in a deep kiss. You whined and placed your hands on the pillow around his head, tugging lightly at his hair spread on it. Doyoung gathered your silky nightgown on your thighs until reaching the hot skin underneath it and when he slapped your ass you bit his lower lip. 

"Of course I'm mad. I'm so mad at you that I might use that cute idea of the safe word of yours." 

“You’re mad? I should be mad! I barely got the exam right while you were probably rubbing one out!” 

He hummed, pleased. “So we’re both mad. What should we do with all of this energy?” 

You wanted to roll your eyes but he spoke again. “Oh. I think I have an idea.” 

“You could have called. I was floating through the campus almost naked.” Doyoung looked down at the way your nipples poked through your thin nightgown and in a second you were on your side, Doyoung’s hair tickling your neck as his lips kissed your chest. He places warm and soft kissed all over it until reaching the hard nubs. You whined silently and wrapped his head with your arms, fingers slowly gripping his firm shoulders. He was about to slide his hand on your stomach too, dancing on your inner thigh when you opened your eyes and gasped loudly. 

He chuckled. 

"Look up," he whispered. 

At the same moment, new lights burst in the room and the walls disappeared.

You were on a hill, tall grass gently waved as you stood on your feet. Above you, the moon looked huge and the stars flickered like a symphony. The horizon was infinite and you felt grounded yet as if about to fall. 

"What is this?" you giggled. 

Doyoung reached behind his back and you noticed that he was sitting on a white blanket in the middle of the field instead of the bed. A few light brown rabbits hopped around and he gave them a cracker. 

"A date," he replied. 

You laughed again and got closer, slowly descending on your knees in front of him. 

"A date,” you repeated. “I might even kiss you." 

"Bet you will do even more after a glass of this," he finally retrieved the bottle of wine he was looking for. 

"Oh?" you tried to read the label. 

He looked at it too. "Haechan said a dear friend of his made it."

"Haechan has a friend that makes wine?" 

Doyoung thought about it for a moment. "Yeah. He said she has a winery."

"That's so cool. I'd love to have a winery too,” you rested your head on the knees, wrapping them with your arms and watching your boyfriend pour it in two tall chalices. "In my next life."

"Cheers to that."

"You will have a boring desk job,” you sipped on your wine slowly after he handed you the glass. 

"I can just be hot in my next life and bother you."

"You're already doing it in this life-,”

Doyoung ventured on top of you in a deathly hug and your glasses were thrown on the side. 

“I remind you that we’re mad at each other and I still need to do something with that energy,” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. You wanted to reply but his hands reached your sides in a deathly tickling session. 

The echoes of your laughter slowly descended the valley as the moonlight kept you company. 

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Hate To Love You | Poe Dameron

Summary: You and Poe have been friends since you arrived at the Resistance base three years ago. Well, friends who often want to strangle each other as much as they want to take the other to bed. After a solo mission gone wrong you get teamed up with Poe for a follow up mission on Canto Bight. The two of you together under the right circumstances may lead to something neither of you can resist, and confessions that can’t be taken back. [Star wars universe] [nsfw themes no smut] [fluff] [fr-enemies to lovers [[sort of]] 

Word Count: 6k

|Masterlist In Bio|

You find yourself in a bad area of Kajimi while on an intel mission for Leia. There is supposedly a man with information about the location of an abandoned First Order fleet ship that would be an excellent salvage opportunity. Stars above know the Resistance can use all the weapons and ship parts they can get their hands on. You went in alone, opting to leave behind your usual partner Daya, while she was laid up from a blaster burn. It was supposed to be an easy job. You go into Kajimi City, go to a cantina called Knicks and meet a man in an emerald green robe. He would give you a holopad and you would leave. Of course that does not happen.

You enter the cantina and immediately note that it is absolutely packed from wall to wall. It's loud, as most are, and you make your way around, looking for the man in the emerald robe. It's hard to see as it's barely lit. It's a divey place, sketchiness oozes from every inch of the establishment. Bad things, illegal things, happen here. You keep your head down, pull your hood up and keep moving.

"Oh look at her! Hey honey, gimme some of that body." Some guy hollers as you pass him.

You step forward and push past two big aliens that are conversing in grunts. You cannot stand being hit on. It's so irritating. You wore baggy jumpsuit pants and one of Poe's jackets to make yourself seem shapeless. Apparently that didn't work as well as you hoped. You wish the contact would show up or make himself seen because you're not keen on asking the barkeep about him. Last time you did that it ended badly, as the person you were after was not well liked.

There isn't much time to worry about all of that when a loud boom shakes the cantina, causing a hush to fall over the crowded room.

"First Order! Run!" Someone yells and then panic erupts.

You're jostled around as patrons begin to hurry for the exit. This sucks, there is no way you're going to get the intel now. Fuck it. You head for the exit, squeezing past a few droids to get out into the cold night air. Sure enough there are stormtroopers everywhere grabbing people left and right. You duck into an alley and head for anywhere that is not the middle of town.

The alley goes to a dead end that has an open sewer tunnel grate. It's better than nothing. You'll camp out in the tunnels and wait until things settle down topside. You slide past the bars and head into the dark passageway, pulling your flashlight out for a better visual. Unfortunately you don't make it too far before you come face to face with a blaster as you enter a dim lit tunnel.

"How'd you find this place?" The woman on the other end of the blaster says. "You're not part of the crew."

"I ran from the stormtroopers and slipped through an open sewer grate. I don't mean any harm."

"That jacket, where'd you get it?"

You look down and back up. "Uh, someone gave it to me?"

The woman walks forward, blaster still trained on you. "I know this jacket. Who are you?"

"I'm with the resistance. I can leave, I will find another place to stay until the stormtroopers clear out."

"What's your name?"

You swallow thickly. Why does your name matter? And why is she obsessed with this jacket? "Dameron. My name is Dameron."

"Dameron? Poe Dameron? Are you related?"

Oh fuck. She knows Poe. Shit. Fuck. He told you he once had bad luck on Kajimi, but he also said he had friends there. He never specified exactly what bad luck meant, but of course you'd run into someone who knew him. It's a fifty fifty chance, either this person is a friend or an enemy and you're gonna have to roll the dice. "He's my...husband?"

She scoffs. "He's alive? That son of a bitch. I should tea-"

"Zorii! They've taken Burnham!" Someone shouts from down the tunnel.

The woman makes a noise of annoyance. "Listen, you tell Poe if he ever steps foot on Kajimi again I will have his head on a platter and serve the rest of him to a sand worm. And if I see him outside if Kajimi it's on sight. Got it?"

"Yep. Got it." You turn and head back to the entrance of the tunnels. Sweat runs down your back and you walk faster, feeling the wall for guidance. You're too afraid to turn your light back on in case Zorii comes after you. You're done taking chances today, it's time to get back to your ship and get back to base. Fuck the intel.

_____________________

"Hey! You made it back!" Poe cheers, clapping you on the back as soon as you enter the command center. He's the only one in there, seemingly going over the latest attack plans on a First Order base. "How was Kajimi? Did you get the coordinates?"

"No, I didn't." You pull off your hat and gloves, slapping them on the table. "Do you know a woman named Zorii?"

Poe's face pales, eyes wide. "Perhaps, why?"

"I ran into her on accident. She recognized your jacket!" You pluck at the leather collar. "I'm fairly certain I'm lucky to be alive."

"Whoa hold on, did you say it was mine?"

"Sort of? I don't know, she asked my name and I said Dameron because I didn't want to give my real name because safety and whatever and I didn’t think any more of it. But of course she knew you! And she seemed to think you were dead. Wanna explain?"

"You gave my name?!" Poe grabs his hair and turns away, pacing the length of the star chart console. "Fuck! What did you tell her? I need to know. Did you say you were my sister? My cousin? My child?"

"First of all I'm too old to be your child you idiot. I said wife."

"Wife?! Oh for ewoks sake. You told her I was married?!"

You shrug the jacket off and throw it on a console. "I took a chance Poe! I had no idea if she was a friend or a foe!"

"Oh you took a chance alright. I'm so fucking dead now."

"Why? She was pissed but how bad can it be?"

Poe laughs debilitatingly. "Faking my own death to get out of the crew and join the resistance? Is that bad? Or hold how about this, I faked my death and we were seeing each other at the time I did."

Your jaw drops. "Poe Dameron! You did what?!"

"Yeah! Yeah, no I know! I'm a huge piece of shit but I did what I had to do to keep my ass alive."

You throw your hands up and turn away, walking toward the seating area. "You couldn't just break up with her like a normal person? No?"

"It wasn't about her, it was about leaving the crew."

"Then just leave!"

"Just leave? You have no idea how much shit that would put me in. I faked my death to sever all ties. Spice runners don't let people just leave when you know about their production and-"

"SPICE?!"

"Yeah that's what I said. We all have a past, don't start with me." He groans and sinks down into a chair. "I'm so fucking dead."

"You're only dead if you set foot on Kajimi. Just don't go there."

"Ah, yeah sure. Didn't plan on that regardless. The point isn't that I want to go back to Kajimi one day, it's a shit hole anyway, it's that Zorii knows I'm not dead and I lied to her. She's going to be furious and probably come after my ass."

"Well she can't miss it."

Poe gives you a death stare. "I'm aware my ass is big. Believe me, the seats in the falcon remind me every fucking time. I don't need this right now." He stands and heads for the exit as a few Captains enter. You watch as he leaves and turn your chair toward the console behind it, burying your face in your hands and sighing heavily.

______________________

"Poe?" You call out tentatively as you enter the area of the hangar where he's been working on his x-wing for the last several hours. It's been a day since you got into it in the command center and you feel horrible for making him angry. He's your commander, and you'd even say friend though you butt heads a bit, but at the end of the day you do care for him. A lot. More than you probably should, even if he is a real pain in your ass. He gets under your skin and makes you hotter than any man ever has. It's a fine balance of attraction and irritation.

Sure enough he's laying across the top of his x-wing, foot hooked into the opening of the cockpit, stretched out reaching something inside the engine. He's got on just his cargo pants and a black tank top and you cannot help but stare at his ass. Yes, you teased him about it earlier but in all honesty you love it. It's so...grabable and sexy. He has no idea. Or maybe he does. It seemed like a sore subject earlier but you had been teasing him so that's your fault.

"Poe?" You say a bit louder and he pushes up out of the engine, arms holding him up against the mainframe. His hair is curled beyond belief, the humidity and sweat most likely.

"What now?"

"I wanted to say sorry for yesterday morning."

He pushes himself up farther and repositions himself to slide off the edge of the x-wings body to stand in front of you. He wipes his hands on his tank and crosses his arms. "Why'd you say you were my wife?"

"Huh? I told you, because-"

"No. No, you could have said sister or cousin, anything. But you chose to say wife. Why?"

"I guess I thought it was the safest option." You shrug and dig your boot into the dusty concrete. You definitely haven't imagined what it would be like to be his wife. To be his girlfriend even. Definitely not.

"You thought- oh." Poe hums. "Well I got news for you, wife. We have an assignment together."

"What? Why?"

"Because our friend with the coordinates has taken refuge in Canto Bight."

"The casino resort city? Why the fuck would he go there?"

Poe shrugs. "It beats me. Maybe the guy has a gambling problem. Either way, you and I are going and we are getting those coordinates."

"Why do you need to go?"

"As your partner."

Your heart sinks. Leia knows you blew it on Kajimi. It wasn't supposed to be a solo mission but you said you could handle it. Not that it was your fault the first order decided to raid the city. But why Poe? Why not send someone else with you? Daya? Rose? Wexley?

"Why?"

Poe jumps and hits the release for the hood of the x-wing to fall closed. "Why, because Leia said so."

"Why you? Doesn't she need you here for stuff?"

He smiles and hooks his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. "It's gonna be me because I asked for the mission."

"You're messing with me aren't you? This is some kind of retribution for outing your fake death."

"Maybe, maybe not." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him. "Pack your bags, because it's honeymoon week on Canto Bight."

"What?!"

"Oh yeah. They're only letting couples in and seeing as you're my wife now..."

"POE DAMERON!"

"Mmm?"

You shove him and he cackles. "You asshole! You are so petty for this."

"Yeah well you signed my death warrant. The least I can do is get even just a little bit."

"I'm not going to sleep with you!" You shout back as you walk away. "I'm not your real wife!"

"We'll see about that!"

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Poe Dameron can clean up nice. Galaxies he looks like a model when he peels off the fighter suit and runs his hand over his curls. He's in a red silken dress shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing off his gold chain beneath that dips down low on his chest. Black slacks that are definitely tailored because they hug his butt and thighs like they're made for him. Fuck.

"Are you going to change?" Poe asks, gesturing to your flight suit. "I don't think they'll let us in if you're in that."

"Of course I'm going to change." You tug at the velcro of your suit and peel it open to reveal your dress beneath. It's not too fancy, just a simple black dress, knee length and short sleeved. You don't have a lot of nice clothes, they just aren't something you keep around. You do have a necklace from your mom, a nice silver chain with a blue gem pendant. You don't look nearly as nice as Poe does.

"So our cover is that we're a newly wed couple who can't keep their hands off each other. I'm more likely to get noticed here. I can hide my face in your neck and hair. People don't care much for PDA so they will hopefully just ignore us and-" Poe stops mid briefing and you look over at him. "Oh damn." He mutters softly. "My wife looks hot."

"What? Shut up." You toss the flight suit into the cockpit and attempt to fix your hair in the reflection on the windshield. "You're being an ass."

Poe lays his hand on your lower back. "I give you a compliment and I'm an ass? What kind of backwards planet are you from?"

"It was not a compliment. You said wife. Which is not a compliment, it's teasing, so you are an ass."

He leans in close and you press against the x-wing. You can see him in the windshield behind you. Your eyes meet in the reflection and you refuse to look away. His voice comes close to your ear, eyes still boring into yours as he says, "My partner looks stunning and beautiful and I cannot believe I get to do this mission with her. Is that better?"

Your stomach sinks and your heart stops. "You're not bad yourself."

He chuckles, still close to your ear. "I know."

"Confident much?" You press back against him to move away from the x-wing and he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tight against his warmth. Your body flushes, heat pooling in your stomach. Flashes of what you'd like him to do race through your brain. Galaxies what you wouldn't let him do to you. No. You have to get your mind out of the gutter. You have a job to do.  "Let go, Poe."

"Better get used to it. We're going to do a lot of touching." He purrs before he releases you.

You roll your eyes and he smirks.

"Don't think I can't see that blush." He walks beside you as you head to the grand entry way of the Canto Bight resort. "I know you want me."

"In your dreams, Dameron."

He chuckles. "I do have lots of dreams." He matches your pace and slips his arm around your back. "Fun dreams. We should share them sometime."

You cut him a glare and he grins. "You're really playing into this cover."

"Who says I'm playing?"

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As soon as you're checked in, the hunt is on. You can't help but wonder how many of these people would just leap at the chance to throttle you and Poe for simply being part of the Resistance. There's only one way to get this rich in the galaxy and that is weaponry and sympathizing with the First Order. After an hour or so you and Poe head for the elevators that go to the game rooms on the top floor. It's the roulette rooms to be exact. You got word from base that the contact is a roulette player, always betting black.

"I hope we find him." You say to yourself as the doors to the elevator close. It's only you and Poe inside, which is fine with you. At least you don't have to act when no one is around. The last hour has been an excruciating test of will power. You want this to be over, to never have to touch Poe again because it is killing you inside. You know this won't last.

"As do I."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I still feel like we're flying a little blind."

"We'll find him."

You look over and Poe has his arms crossed, staring straight ahead at the reflective doors. You look at the doors and take in the two of you together. He looks like he belongs here and you don't. People are going to know you're fakes. This isn't a mission for you, you're not a good actor and you're barely dressed for the part.

"You look great, stop worrying." Poe says softly.

"What? I didn't say anything?"

"You're staring at our reflection intently. I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. You look great."

You fold your arms over your chest and lean against the wall. "You're staring too."

Poe turns and steps directly in front of you. "I'm staring at you."

"Well stop."

"I can't." He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and your hands start sweating, heart going wild. "I wanna take it all in while I have it."

"You think I'm not going to dress up ever again?"

"Maybe. I've known you for three years now and I've never seen you like this."

"Don't get used to it."

Poe releases your chin as the elevator dings, signaling your floor. "I won't. But I'm going to relish it while I can."

"Yeah, you do tha-ah!"

He grabs your hand and pulls you out onto the game floor, tugging you against his chest. He slides a hand into your hair and your knees go weak. "Remember our cover?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Newly weds." He drops his lips to your ear. "That can't get enough of each other. You can touch me again, it's okay."

You rest your hand against his chest and his heart is beating fast and hard. He's really into this. "How are we supposed to find the contact if we're all over each other?"

"We will. Just follow my lead."

Poe wraps his arm around your back and guides you to walk with him to a table. He crowds you against the table in front of him, lips going to your neck. "Ask what the buy in is?"

"What's the buy in?" You smile sweetly, looking at the dealer. You're trying not to tremble but Poe is really making you feel weak kneed. He's taken to sliding his hand across your stomach and massaging his thumb just over your ribcage.

"Twenty thousand Madame." The dealer says happily. "Shall I put you on the board next round?"

"Uh.."

"Yes." Poe says more lustfully than helpfully.

You shiver and nod. "Yes please."

The dealer gives a nod and begins to set out a marker for you while the roulette wheel spins away.

"How exactly are we doing this?" You hiss at Poe and he chuckles. "Seriously what money do you-"

"He's here."

"What? Where?" You look around the table and no one matches the contact's description. "Where?"

Poe bites at your neck and you let out an embarrassing little noise of pleasure. He's hitting all your sensitive spots and it's driving you mad. "Table at our two o'clock."

You look over and sure enough there is a man in a long emerald green robe. "Great let's go talk to him."

"Not so fast." Poe murmurs, fingers flexing on your stomach. "We have a game to play."

"No we don't. We have no money." You seethe and he hums against your back. "Seriously what are you-"

Poe lays a bundle of tokens on the table and your eyes go wide. "Don't lose." He presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls away.

"Don't- how the fuck am I supposed to-" You look back and he's crossing the game room to get to the table where the contact is. You look back at your own game and white knuckle the edge of the table. You don't even know how to play roulette.

"Madame? Your bet?" The dealer calls, looking at you.

"I- thirteen?"

"The color Madame?"

"Black."

"Very well."

You watch as the wheel spins and the little ball bounces around inside. It's insufferable. You can't watch. You know it's going to cause you to lose this stack of tokens Poe just slapped down out of nowhere. Why does he have so much money? You look up and find him standing near the contact. He doesn't appear to be talking, just observing.

"Winner!"

Your eyes snap back to the table and the dealer is pushing a large amount of tokens toward you. "What..."

"Thirteen black, straight bet. You've taken the majority of the pot Madame. Shall I put you down for another round or cash you out?"

"Cash out."

The dealer stacks your tokens into a carrier and pushes the small box toward you. "Best of times madame."

You gather the box and make a beeline for Poe. The moment you're in range you lay a hand on his back and he turns, scooping you against him and pressing his lips to your cheek. "I-...Okay?"

"The contact is a spy from the First Order," Poe whispers, kissing along your jaw and your mind goes fuzzy. "This is a trap. We need to stay low, contact Leia and find out more information."

"H-how do you know?" You stammer, brain split between wanting to focus on the mission and getting Poe alone in a bedroom.

"He's wearing a ring that only First Order commanders have. I've seen it before."

You slide your hand down his back and rest it on his ass. It takes everything in you not to squeeze. "We should talk elsewhere. Like you said, we need to get ahold of Leia."

"Did you lose my money at the table?"

"No, and on that subject, where the fuck did you get that much in tokens? Since when do you just have an extra twenty thousand laying around?"

"Don't worry about it. What did you win?"

"I don't know?" You move away and hold up the carrier full of tokens. "The dealer just gave me this."

Poe takes it and his eyes go wide. "Holy sh- this is way more than I laid down. Okay first things first we cash this out and get a room. Then we call Leia."

"Sounds good."

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The room is huge, a suite for a small family. Seriously you could house at least four people in there comfortably it is so large. You take a seat on the end of the giant gold and black bed in the center of the room and Poe starts rolling up his sleeves. It's way hotter than it should be and your brain wanders. It'd feel so good to have him pin you down, kiss you until you can't think straight anymore. His tongue is probably so skilled and-

"Hey, hello, you alive?" Poe says, touching your shoulder. "Did you bring the communicator?"

"Yeah, yeah it's in my purse."

Poe looks around and spots the small purse you had been carrying. "This could have been very bad."

"Do you think he would have tried to kill us?"

"No. I think he would have given us the coordinates and lead us into a death trap." Poe dials out the command center code. "I knew this abandoned ship was too good to be true."

You flop back and stare at the ceiling while Poe talks to Leia. It's painted gold with black stars imprinted throughout. It's interesting, ritzy and obnoxious, but still pretty. You smile to yourself. You've never been in a place this nice. Never in a million years did you think you would find yourself in Canto Bight. Heat rises in your stomach as you reflect on the last hour or so with Poe. He was so willing to touch you, to make you squirm under his attentions. Does he feel some type of way for real? Is he playing the part? You know one thing, you are never going to recover from this. You're going to have dreams for months.

"You know your dress is leaving little to the imagination."

You snap out of your thoughts and sit up, staring at Poe who's standing at the end of the bed looking down at you. Galaxies it's so sexy, his eyes are trained on you and you can't look away. Your dress is hiked up to your thighs, so laying down he could probably see your underwear. "Maybe you should look elsewhere."

"Maybe I don't wanna." He smirks and your blood pressure skyrockets. He reaches out and flips the bit of fabric laying on your leg and exposes a bit more skin.

"Poe!"

His big hand covers the top of your thigh and he gives a little squeeze. "Tell me to stop."

"Poe...what're you doing?"

His other hand finds your opposite thigh and he slides them up under the dress. He's just touching your legs and you're getting riled up. He presses his face into your neck and you let out the most feeble whine of pleasure. "If you don't want this for real, tell me now."

"We shouldn-"

He gives a little bite and you fall backwards, body no longer able to handle it. "Yes or no sweetheart, I need to know if you want this?"

"Yes. I want you." You bite your lip and it's all over. Poe climbs over you, holding your wrists just like you imagined. His lips find yours, kissing you hungrily while you squirm beneath him, aching to touch him in return. You know it's going to be a long night and that's just fine.

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Sometime in the middle of the night you wake up, eyes opening to the darkened room. For a moment you cannot sort out where you are. The bed feels unfamiliar, the air smells different, nothing is right. Then it hits you. Canto Bight. Poe. You roll over and sure enough there he is beside you, arm over his face.

Last night comes back to you. Oh man. That's why you're sore and naked. You turn back over and Poe shifts on his side. An arm wraps around your chest, pulling you flush against him under the blankets.

"Go back to sleep sweetheart."

"You're awake too."

His hand slides up your chest and settles against your throat. You shiver, remembering last night. A wave of heat courses down your body and settles between your legs. He must know this because he chuckles softly. "Quiet now aren't you?"

"Shut up."

"That's not what you told me last night." He kisses along your shoulder and rubs his thumb back and forth across your throat, applying gentle pressure. "I believe the words were, harder please."

"Poe we just woke up. Do you really need to do this now?" You groan and he slides his hand away, settling it on your chest instead.

He nuzzles against your hair and places another kiss to the back of your neck. "I don't want it to end."

"What?"

"Us, this."

You turn over and face him, nearly nose to nose. You can feel his breath and you stare at each other for a long moment. "You want this?"

He nods. "Please?"

"Okay, I'm down for exploring this." You smile and he leans in to kiss you gently. "I guess I wasn't so far off when I said I was your wife."

Poe cards a hand through your hair. "Easy now, we could make that a possibility. There's a dozen union halls here."

"We're not getting married!" You laugh and he does so in turn. "Fuck a guy once and he wants to make you his wife. Damn, how long has it been Poe?"

"Shut up!"

"No seriously, how long?"

"A while."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Sure. It's your fault."

You narrow your eyes and he's grinning. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, it's your fault I haven't gotten laid." He flips your nose with his finger and you swat him away. "I'm spelling it out here."

"No you're not? How is it my fault exactly?"

"Because I'm...inlovewithyou." He mutters the last bit, and stares diligently at your pillow.

You touch his cheek and turn his head up to look at you. "Run that by me again?"

"You heard it."

"I heard the impossible. So I know I heard wrong."

"Fuck you, impossible."

"Then say it again!

"I love you!" He takes in a shaky breath. "You're the only woman I've ever met that goes toe to toe with me and gets under my skin to the point I just want to rip your head off but also fuck you so hard you're begging for it. I look forward to seeing you every morning, I look forward to talking to you every day. When you go on missions I can't eat or sleep because I'm so damn worried you won't come back. Fuck, you're everything and I-I must look like an idiot."

"Poe."

"Don't say it. I know it's fine. You don't feel the same and-"

You lean forward and kiss him to make him shut up. He catches on immediately and cradles your face as he returns the kiss. "First things first Dameron..."

"Yeah?" He mutters, eyes closed as he chases your lips as you speak.

"Don't ever tell me how I feel."

He grins and opens his eyes, staring back at you with burning fire. It's passion, challenge, interest. So many emotions you can't settle on one. "Can I tell you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes?" He slides his hand down to your throat, not squeezing, just touching. "You seemed to like me telling you what to do last night."

You bite his lip and he groans. "Maybe sometimes."

"I'll take sometimes." He pulls you against him, tucking your head under his chin. "Can I take you to breakfast?"

"Like a date?"

"Yes."

"Sure, but you gotta tell me where you got those tokens last night."

He chuckles. "They're fake."

"Fake?! You gave me fake tokens?!"

"I told you not to lose didn't I?"

"You son of a bitch."

"No my mother was a kind woman, thank you."

"I hate you."

He kisses your head and holds his lips to your hair. "No you don't."

You grip his back, pressing your face into his chest. "I don't. Not even a little."

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Three days after you and Poe return to base things don't seem to have changed. Poe doesn't seem to hint at wanting to be together, he doesn't say anything about what happened between you two on Canto Bight. It's weird. You had such a good night and a lovely breakfast. As far as hook ups and first dates go, they were some of the best you've ever had. You thought things were going well, that you were going to be a couple when you got back to base, but that isn't happening and you don't know why. It's a little annoying and you wonder if Poe is embarrassed to be with you. Or maybe he doesn't want people to know because he wants to keep his options open. You feel played and it is not sitting well.

"Bout time you got back." You say as Poe walks up to the supply cart you're stocking in the hangar. He has been out on a mission with the black x-wing team. Some sort of attack on some stormtroopers invading a resistance friendly settlement.

"Miss me?"

"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes.

Poe grabs the handles on the cart and leans forward as he speaks. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, is there?"

"Don't start with me."

You slam down a pack of fuses and lift your eyes to meet his. "Don't start with you? Oh no problem, you already didn't start it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh fuck you."

Poe raises his eyebrows. "Fuck me? I'm not doing anything. You're coming at me for who knows what. Tell me what I did!"

"Nothing! You've done nothing Poe! Since we got home you've barely looked at me twice. We spent an incredible night in Canto Bight and for what? For what Poe?!"

"That's what you're mad about?!"

"Yeah! I feel like I've been played!" You laugh angrily, stepping away from the cart and walking around a pile of scrap parts in boxes. "Is Poe Dameron too good to admit he fell in love?!"

"Fuck all, you don't need to shout that across the base!"

You narrow your eyes at him. "You want me to shout? Oh I'll shout." You turn your back to him and face the open expanse of the hangar. "I'm in love with Poe Dameron and he is in love with me! We fucked on Canto Bight and it was amazing!"

A few pilots and crew nearby make noises of encouragement.

Poe grabs your shoulder and turns you around a little rougher than you expect. He backs you against the wall and your heart goes absolutely wild. "You want something to scream about? I'll give you a reason to scream my name."

"Put your money where your mouth is Dameron."

He leans in close, caging you in with his hands on the wall beside your head. "Call me by my last name again and I'll make sure you scream it too."

You stare at him in heavy silence for a moment. The tension is teetering on thin ice. "Tell me you love me. Say it again."

"I love you." He presses his forehead against yours. "I love you until the stars burn out."

"Then why have you been putting me off for the last three days?"

"I've been working through some personal shit."

You swallow thickly. You feel like an asshole now. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't know." He drops his hands from the wall and holds your face. "I promise I'll tell you everything one day, just bare with me."

You grab his wrists and rub your thumb over the back of his hands. "Are you okay? Like...y'know?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

Poe nods. "It's just my PTSD and some other stuff. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Do you really love me like you just shouted to the base?"

You smile and he bumps your noses together. "Yeah Poe. I love you."

He leans in and kisses you, smiling into it as he does so. "You're really hot when you're angry."

"You are too." You grin back as you slide your hands over his butt. "Maybe we should work on communication."

"Mmm. Then let me tell you how much I want to get you alone right now."

"What's stopping you?"

"Nothing." He grunts as he slides his hands under your legs and lifts you up. "I'm taking you straight to the commander's quarters for punishment."

You grip his back tightly as he walks you out of the hangar. "What's my offense?"

"Verbally attacking a commander and stealing his heart."

"You're cheesy."

"You love it." He purrs, placing his lips against your throat. "You love me."

"Yes, yes I do."

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planetarium || choi soobin

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 6.5k

↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, royal!au, medieval!au

↳ trigger warnings: murder, arranged marriage, declarations of war, unprotected sex (there aren’t any condoms yet in this story, but we’re not in the medieval times anymore so pls wrap it) did i miss anything

↳ playlist note: Please listen to Planetarium by Ai Otsuka while reading this. Trust me.

↳ SMUT WARNINGS ARE INDICATED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. IN CASE YOU WOULD NOT LIKE TO READ THE SMUT BUT PROCEED WITH THE IMAGINE, A QUICK RECAP OF IMPORTANT DETAILS ARE IN THE BREAKERS. THANK YOU!

“The prince is to be married to the princess of the Northern Isle,” a drunk patron said as he gulped another pint of ale. “A royal wedding means more tourists, more business for me!”

The girl standing by the counters dropped the rag she was holding, gasping as she turned to the man.

“What was that about the prince, sir?”

“The Prince is about to marry, have you not heard? They announced it in the plaza earlier,” Another customer replied, as the drunk patron nodded gruffly.

“Now, what are you gawking about at, girl? Not everyone can be princes and princesses, hurry up and get me some more ale!”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” She sighed, taking the mug and moving towards the back room to refill it with more alcohol.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the day for Y/N, thinking about a wilting dream.

Yes. Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.

Especially when prince Soobin was up for the taking.

Prince Choi Soobin—the bachelor of the princes.

He was the second oldest in the family of three children—but he was the crown prince after the eldest, Yeonjun, declared that he would rather lead troops than become the king.

Choi Soobin was young, soulful and brave. He had rich brown eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he smiles. The way he moved and acted is often compared to a bunny—innocent and naive.

Prince Soobin had jet black hair that fell over his eyes, and the softest voice that soothed whoever he talked to.

The country went wild for the prince—swearing that whichever princess he marries would be so lucky.

But a secret the world doesn’t know was that the boy was hard-headed, stubborn than most.

That was why one day, the crown prince left his castle and ventured into the world unknown, and ended up in a petite bakery just by the edge of the town—occupied by none but one.

Y/N worked in a bakery on the odd days—the pub on the evens.

It just so happened that a tall, dark figure entered the bakery on an off day to ask for bread.

“What kind?” Y/N hummed, furrowing her eyebrows at the figure.

The figure was silent, tilting his head to the side.

“We have croissants, loafs, baguettes,” The girl trailed off, blinking in confusion. “You can take your cloak off, you know,”

The figure only stayed on his spot, taking a shuddering breath.

“Um, what do you suggest?” The figure replied softly—it was a boy.

Y/N gave the figure a small grin.

“Croissants,” She gestured over. “If you have a sweet tooth, we have one with chocolate in them. If you want it more meaty or cheesy, we have ham and cheese. We also have plain.”

“Ah,” The boy nodded slowly. “Um, Chocolate, then?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, causing the figure to cough awkwardly. “Yeah—Yes. Yep. Chocolate,”

“You sure?”

“Definitely.”

Y/N laughed, turning her back to the customer.

“Are you going to eat it here?”

“Can I?” The boy replied timidly.

“Have you never eaten inside a shop before?” Y/N laughed, silencing when the figure nodded his head yes.

“Oh, poor thing,” Y/N cooed, grabbing a plate and choosing the biggest chocolate croissant to serve. “Here, follow me. Best table in the house,”

The figure slowly followed her as she sauntered over to the table where the sun hits just right, a delicate smile on her lips as she set the plate of pastries down and plopped on the chair.

“Here you are,” She gestured.

The figure slowly took his seat and gingerly picked up the cutlery set on the table.

“You can take off your coat,” Y/N repeated, leaning her head on her hands as she watched the boy eat.

The figure froze, setting down his cutlery and giving out a small sigh.

“Please don’t scream,”

“Why would I?” Y/N snorted. “Is it because you look hideous—maybe like face half-burnt or like your face is green or—“

As she rambled, the figure slowly lowered his hood to reveal the face plastered all around the country.

“Oh,” Y/N said, eyes wide at the boy in front of her, who smiled sheepishly and continued his meal. “That makes sense, you’re the prince.”

“I’m not supposed to be here,” Soobin sighed, saddened at the fact that the first even genuine human interaction he’s had outside the castle had to end abruptly—just because he’s the prince.

Soobin expected the girl to scream, ask for a bribe for hiding him, demand for something—but he wasn’t ready for the girl to smile gently at him with crossed arms.

“So, tell me. What’s the crown prince doing out here when you’re supposed to be doing princely things at the giant castle uptown?”

Soobin blinked.

“You’re—“ Soobin gaped. “You’re not calling the knights on me? Or asking for money? or—“

Y/N didn’t find it in her heart to take offense, rather amused at the prince’s naivete.

“No,” Y/N chuckled. “No, I’m not like that,”

Soobin gulped down his food, nodding slowly.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Soobin admitted. “I feel like a prisoner in my own life sometimes. I have to stand, look pretty, smile and rule. I have to live the rest of my life as Prince Soobin, when I just want a chance to find out who Soobin really is. I just…”

The prince trailed off, looking up at the amused girl.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” the girl teased, making Soobin scoff.

“Yeah,” Soobin trailed off.

“Your majesty,” Y/N started, straightening. “Why did you come here?”

“I want to fall in love,” came Soobin’s bold declaration. “I want to have friends. I want to live before I get locked up there with a crown on my head and a woman I don’t even know sleeping in my bed,”

Y/N smiled.

“Can you help me?” Soobin asked.

“I’m a peasant girl, your majesty.” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know what I can offer you,”

“I don’t want you to offer anything,” Soobin said. “I just want you to show me how to live,”

Y/N chuckled.

“Fine, then,” Y/N laughed, making Soobin grin in relief.

“What’s your name?” Soobin asked, as the girl stood up to take her apron off.

“Y/N.” The girl replied, turning to him. “What’s yours?”

“But you—“

“I said, what’s your name?” Y/N asked, eyes glinting in mischief as Soobin smiled.

“I’m Soobin. Nice to meet you.”

Y/N laughed out loud as Soobin coughed his lungs out in front of her.

“God, what is this shit?” Soobin hissed, slamming the cup down on the table.

“Alcohol,” Y/N cackled. “It’s what real men drink,”

Soobin scrunched up his nose, causing Y/N to land a small boop onto it.

It has been one year since Y/N and Soobin had met in the small bakery just by the edge of the town, and now here they were, a few hours past the pub’s closing time.

As Y/N wiped down the tables, Soobin sat by the counter watching—which made the girl give him the strongest alcohol in the house.

“We drink alcohol in the castle too, you know,” Soobin coughed, gagging at the burn.

“That’s for sad posh people who can’t handle their alcohol, this is for real men,” Y/N teased, hand slowly inching to take the glass away. “But, I mean, if you can’t take it—“

Soobin’s eyes narrowed, the atmosphere suddenly turning tense and competitive.

“Fuck you, Y/N,” He hissed, downing the whole cup in one go.

Again, he was thrown into a fit of coughs as Y/N laughed.

“You didn’t have to down it!” Y/N giggled, stifling her laughter as she took the cup away from the grumbling prince.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you,”

Y/N clicked her tongue, a grin on her face.

“What—that’s not what a gentleman should say to a lady,” Y/N pouted teasingly. “Definitely not what a prince should say to his subjects.”

“You are not my subject,”

“Yeah?” Y/N laughed, leaning in closer to the frowning boy. “I am a citizen in your country, where you’re royalty. So, technically—“

“You’re not my subject,” Soobin repeated, voice deeper as he leaned in as well—face so close to Y/N that one small move would attach their lips to one another.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Soobin’s eyes fell to her lips, his face inching closer and closer.

“Soobin?” Y/N asked, making the boy breathe as he close his eyes.

“Just,” Soobin sighed. “shut up for a second.”

Just as his lips brushed hers, Y/N made a move to press her lips deeper onto his when the door to the pub slammed wide open—a shrill voice screaming.

“Noona, not in my pub!”

Soobin yelped, falling back on the chair and onto the floor as Y/N flinched, her body falling forward and face smacking on the counter.

By the door, a boy as tall as Soobin gaped at the figures on the floor as a smaller boy swiftly locked the doors and closed the windows.

Y/N straightened up, wincing as she saw Soobin lying flat on his back on the floor, his eyes connected to the startled boys at the door.

“Soobin, get up,” Y/N sighed, walking forward to help the boy sit up.

“I’m up, I’m up,” the prince muttered, standing and shifting on his feet sheepishly.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as the boys stayed silent.

“Y/N, who are they?” he whispered, hand grasping on her arm as he stood protectively behind her.

“Stand down,” Y/N sighed, glaring at the two boys. “That’s Kai and Taehyun—remember when I told you about them? The, uh, orphans that got adopted? Yeah, um, their parents own the pub,”

Kai squeaked in his place as Taehyun’s eyes shifted between the prince and Y/N, blinking in confusion.

“Oh,” Soobin relaxed, stepping out to stand beside Y/N. “Nice to finally meet you, Kai, Taehyun!”

“Thanks for screaming, by the way,” Y/N snorted, her hand shooting two thumbs-ups to Kai.

“So,” Soobin awkwardly started as the two boys made their way to behind the counter, sticking close to Y/N. “You two are brothers?”

“Yes.” “Adopted.”

Kai and Taehyun exchange nervous looks as Soobin took a seat on the counter.

“Guys, calm down,” Y/N sighed, placing cups in front of the boys and Soobin—saving one for herself.

“Does this have alcohol?” Taehyun asked.

“Nice try,” Y/N smirked. “No, not until you’re both of age,”

Soobin cracked a small smile as Y/N took a seat next to him, watching the two boys whine.

“Come on, Y/N!” Kai protested. “Just one little sip!”

“No,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip of her own drink.

Soobin followed suit, coughing again as he sputtered.

“Y/N, what the hell is this?”

“I don’t know I mixed our strongest alcohol,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows. “Taste nice?”

“Fuck you, Y/N,”

“Hey, Y/N, if the prince can say fuck you then why can’t I?”

“Kai!”

Y/N sighed, closing the door to the bakery behind her.

It was three months after the whole incident in the pub with Taehyun and Kai—who now feels comfortable enough with the prince to be calling him “hyungie” instead of “Your Majesty” and to be concoting millions of pranks against her with the crown prince himself.

It was a tough three months, and Y/N thought it was about to get even tougher as she glanced back at her company.

It was a great surprise to Y/N, when the final customer left and she started cleaning, a familiar tall figure in a jet black coat was racing towards her shop.

The figure slammed the door shut, leaning on it as he breathed heavily—his hood completely covering her face.

“If I didn’t know any better, Bin, I’d say you’re being chased,” Y/N teased making the boy lower his hood and glare at the girl.

“I am, Y/N,”

Before Y/N could ask what he meant, a strong force banged on the door.

Soobin’s body lurched as he pressed himself to it.

“Open the door, or I won’t hesitate to break it down!” came a voice.

Soobin bit his lip as he sighed, Y/N growing concerned.

“Who is that?”

Soobin only shook his head.

“We shouldn’t let them—“

He screeched as the door flew open, his body landing on the floor.

Y/N shot over to help the whining prince, helping him sit up before looking back at the doorway to find the intruders.

Instead of ruffians, assassins, or whatever she thought she should have expected, she certainly didn’t expect the eldest and youngest prince smiling down on her and their brother.

Yeonjun, the eldest prince, had his shoulder on the fore-front—perhaps having used it to shove the door open.

He shot a gigantic smile, his eyes practically disappearing as he giggled.

“Hi,” he greeted.

Behind him was the youngest prince, Beomgyu, who seemed to be rocking back and forth on his heels happily.

He laughed, pointing over at Soobin on the floor.

“Ha, stupid!” He teased.

“Fuck off,” Soobin groaned, standing back up.

Yeonjun gasped dramatically, his hand on his heart as he pouted.

“You wound me. Is that anything to say to your dearest older brother?” Yeonjun fake-sobbed on Beomgyu’s shoulder, who only laughed.

Yeonjun turned back to Y/N with a wide smile.

“So, you’re Y/N,”

Y/N only replied with a nervous smile as Soobin glowered at his brothers.

“Why won’t you both come in for some coffee?”

So, now, here they are.

Standing blankly in the middle of the bakery were the two princes of the country—Yeonjun and Beomgyu—as they gazed around the small shop.

Soobin, on the other hand, sulked in his usual table as Y/N stood, leaning on his chair with a hand on his shoulder.

“So, um, what is happening?” Y/N laughed nervously. “Why are there three princes on my shop?”

Yeonjun smiled at her again.

Y/N gulped nervously, making Soobin glare at his brother.

“We, uh, usually just accommodate, um,” Y/N blinked, perturbed at Yeonjun’s smile. “Uh, just… uh, one prince at a time,”

Beomgyu smiled at her too, making the girl agitated.

“Are we, uh, just going to smile at each other?” Y/N scratched the back on her neck, sighing as she shot Soobin a pointed look. “Soobin, talk.”

Soobin groaned, throwing his head back.

“It’s not my fault! They said they were going to tell dad that I sneak out if I don’t introduce you!” Soobin whined.

“Bin, a simple heads-up would have sufficed.”

“Yeah?” Soobin snorted, pointing over at his brothers. “Tell it to them. They insisted today!”

“Hyung, you told us you were going to introduce her weeks ago.” Beomgyu pointed out, making Yeonjun nod.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, looking back at Soobin.

“What, are you ashamed that I’m a peasant?” Y/N snorted, making Soobin gasp in offense.

“No, I’m not ashamed of you!” Soobin sputtered, pointing again at his brothers. “I’m ashamed of them!”

“Why exactly?”

“Look at them, Y/N-ie,” Soobin complained. “They’re bullying me!”

Y/N sighed in exasperation as Soobin continued to whine, hand tugging on hers.

She gave the two princes a nod of acknowledgement.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, your majesties.”

“Y/N, pay attention to me!” Soobin whined, still tugging on Y/N’s hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl my baby brother’s in love with!” Yeonjun cheered.

“No, I’m not!” Soobin protested, tugging on Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, don’t listen to them!”

“Tell me,” Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling. “What’s it like to be dating my brother?”

“Dating?” Y/N asked, turning to Soobin with raised eyes.

“Y/N, they’re shitting!” Soobin whined, finally standing up. “Just go home!”

“Why won’t you introduce me to your girlfriend?” Yeonjun whined loudly.

“Because you’re scaring her!” Soobin replied, making Y/N shake her head.

“Not really,” she muttered as Soobin interlaced their hands.

“Seriously, you guys are being creepy!” Soobin groaned.

“We’re going to meet her one way or another—you can’t stop us!” Beomgyu declared.

“We’ve already met,” Y/N sighed, smiling as the three brothers fought in front of her like regular siblings do.

It’s been a year since then.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu occasionally tag along with Soobin on his visits, having even met Kai and Taehyun on some occasions.

Beomgyu, when left alone with Kai and Taehyun, is a living nightmare as the two enabled the prince to do all the pranks he wished.

Y/N and Soobin often being the unfortunate targets.

It’s been three hours now since Y/N found out about Soobin’s engagement—sighing as she closed the pub door.

Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.

As Y/N turned to walk back home, she was shocked to see a gigantic figure in a black cloak stalk towards her.

Any girl would feel fear and anxiety when they see a six-foot tall hooded figure stalking towards them in full speed—but not Y/N. Not when she knew that it was him.

Y/N huffed in surprise as the figure collided towards her, hands encircling her waist tightly and head burying on her shoulder.

“Y/N,” Soobin whispered on her neck.

“I’ve heard,” Y/N smiled weakly, pushing the boy away. “congratulations on your engagement, by the way.”

“I don’t want the engagement!” Soobin said, huffing in irritation. “People keep congratulating me—I don’t want it!”

“Soobin, this is the first step to ascending to the throne!” Y/N explained calmly as Soobin took heavy breaths angrily. “And you’re marrying—“

“I don’t want to get married.”

“—the princess of the Northern Isle—“

“I don’t want her.”

“and she’s going to be your queen!”

“I don’t want her to be my queen!” Soobin raged.

“Soobin, you actually lucked out, she’s a beautiful princess—“

“I don’t want a beautiful princess!” Soobin replied.

“It’s the law, Soobin. You’re a prince, you’re marrying to be a king. Princes marry princesses.”

“I don’t want to marry a princess!” Soobin exclaimed angrily, waving his hands. “You don’t understand—I don’t want a princess, I don’t want her!”

“Then, what the hell do you want, Soobin?” Y/N angrily replied, glaring over at the boy. “And while we’re on the topic—why are you even here?”

Soobin glared angrily, taking heavy breaths as he stood.

“Look at your fancy clothes—you should be in your engagement ball, right?” Y/N spat. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not even supposed to talk to me—“

“Shut up.”

“You’re not even supposed to know me!” Y/N exclaimed. “Think about it—I’m nobody! I’m not smart, I’m not beautiful. I’m not the daughter of some lord or a princess from some far away country—I’m a peasant slaving away at a pub and a bakery everyday trying to survive. You—“

Soobin surged forward, hand grasping her jaw roughly as he crashed his lips on hers.

He pulled away, scoffing.

“Got something else to say?”

“Soobin—“

His hands shifted to her waist, roughly pulling her closer and kissing her once more.

This time, Y/N melted to the kiss as her arms reached up to encircle his neck—toying with the hair behind his head.

Y/N tilted her head as Soobin deepened the kiss, kissing her harder, faster, more passionately.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead on hers as he sighed.

“Soobin,” Y/N started. “You’re making a big mistake,”

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “You will never be a mistake.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, hands running through his hair.

“You can’t run from your future,”

“Of course not,” Soobin shook his head. “My future is you,”

“Soobin, I’m not your future.” Y/N said sadly, cupping his face in her palms. “Please.”

“Y/N, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything between you and me,” Soobin pleaded, his hands above hers.

Y/N shook her head.

“I can’t because I do,” Y/N whimpered, closing her eyes. “but you’re going to be a king,”

“And you’re going to be my queen,”

“I’m not a princess, Soobin,” Y/N whispered.

Soobin shook his head and leaned back down, connecting his lips to hers again.

With tears leaking out of her eyes, she kissed back.

“I’m going to marry you,”

“Soobin, they won’t let you,” Y/N explained, her hands grasping his head to gently lead his gaze back on hers. “If you try, they’ll stop you—“

“Try and stop me then.”

It’s been three months since his engagement was announced, and nullified the next day.

Y/N could still remember the gossip when the prince released a statement himself, instead of the usual written memorandums and announcements by the royal court.

“I, Prince Soobin, wish not to marry the princess of the Northern Isle. I have promised my own betrothal to a woman of my own choosing, not the country’s—not my father’s.”

A morning three months later Y/N experienced what was, honestly, the most impulsive day she’s ever had—and she had no regrets.

The day started like any ordinary day, until Soobin bursted into the pub with the giddiest smile on his face.

“Let’s get married.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows as Kai almost fell off his chair.

Used to the commotion, Taehyun continued to read his book at a stool by the bar.

Yeonjun rushed past the crown prince, shaking the girl by her shoulders.

“He’s gone mad. He’s finally gone mad,” Yeonjun whispered.

“No, I’m not,” Soobin said, looking at the girl with a lovestruck look. “I just love her,”

“Okay, okay,” Y/N released her rag, walking over to the prince and running her hand through his hair as Yeonjun proceeded to whine to a startled Hueningkai. “What’s wrong, love?”

Beomgyu arrived, immediately skipping over to bother Taehyun and Hueningkai with his brother—paying the young couple by the doorway no mind.

“I want to marry you,”

“I know,” Y/N said, nodding. “now?”

“Yes,”

“Why?”

“Honestly, other than I want you all to myself as soon as possible,” Soobin squeezed her hand, making Y/N smile. “The North Isle has been increasing pressure on me to marry the princess soon, something about dad close to dying and me being a weak king if I don’t have a queen with strong ties—“

“Do you believe them?”

“Of course not,” Soobin rolled his eyes. “but I just thought this is the perfect time—the perfect reason to get married, you know?”

Y/N smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.”

“Okay,”

And so they did.

They found a decrepit church—marrying with only Taehyun, Kai, Yeonjun and Beomgyu as their witnesses.

“We’ll figure out how to break it to the country later,” Soobin said, laying a swift kiss on his new wife’s lips. “For now, let’s go home,”

And now here she was—spread bare on the crown prince’s bed, whining.

She threw her head back as Soobin tightened his grip on her leg.

“Soobin,” she whimpered, her hand reaching down to grasp on his hair as he pounded his fingers harder and harder into her. “Please, please, please, please,”

“Hm?” He asked nonchalantly as he stopped his minstrations, “What was that?”

“Please, Soobin,” Y/N practically sobbed. “Let me come, please,”

Soobin snickered, head swooping down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Bin,” she gasped, sobbing as the boy pulled his fingers out of her heat.

“I’m going to fuck you today,” Soobin whispered. “I’m going to fuck a prince my wife’s belly, how amazing,”

Y/N smiled as Soobin rushed to remove his trousers as fast as he can, inching back up to level himself with her face.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, giggling as Soobin buried his head on her neck to press quick butterfly kisses.

“Are you ready?”

“As long as it’s with you,”

Soobin smiled against her neck, looking down briefly to line himself up with her entrance.

“Just,” Y/N sighed. “Be gentle.”

Soobin laid a quick kiss on her lips, easing himself in slowly.

Y/N winced, squeezing Soobin’s hands as he muttered quick apologies.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he bottomed out.

“It’s okay, just,” Y/N sighed, breathing in sharply. “give me a minute.”

Soobin nodded understandably, laying small fleeting kisses on her face, neck and jaw while she laid down.

After a few seconds, Y/N shifted her hips—making the prince above her groan.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Soobin whimpered. “It feels really good, you’re so tight,”

Y/N cracked a smile.

“You can move now,”

Soobin let out a sigh of relief, laying a gentle kiss on her lips as he gave an experimental thrust.

Y/N took a sharp breath.

“Does it still hurt?” Soobin asked worriedly.

“No,” Y/N bit her lip. “Do it again.”

Soobin grinned, beginning a slow pace of thrusts.

Y/N bit her lip, suppressing her moans.

“Louder,” Soobin begged. “Let me hear you,”

“Soobin,” Y/N whimpered. “Faster.”

Soobin let out a husky laugh as he picked up her leg, adjusting his pace.

“Oh god,” Y/N breathed, laying her head back and the prince started a relentless pace. “Please, please,”

“Please?”

“Please, don’t stop,” Y/N moaned as she reached up to claw on his back. “Shit. Please keep going,”

Soobin didn’t reply, continuing his fast pace.

His hand slowly inched over to her clit, pressing down and making slow figure eights with his thumbs.

“Say my name,”

Y/n didn’t reply, only responding with a loud moan.

Soobin cursed, hand reaching down to pull on her hair. 

“Fuck, say my name, baby,” Soobin whined. “God, who gets to touch you and see you like this? Only me, right?”

“Yes,” She replied, whimpering. “Only you. Please, please.”

“Say my name, baby.”

“Soobin,” Y/N thrashed, groans and moans of his name spilling out of her lips. “God, you feel so good, please Soobin. Don’t stop.”

“Mine,” Soobin huffed roughly, his hands creating marks on her hips as he drove in and out of her as fast and as hard as he could. “Only mine to spoil, only mine to fuck. My wife. Mine.”

Y/N bit her lip, throwing her head back as she felt a powerful force pulling on her abdomen.

“Soobin, I’m-I’m—“

Soobin panted, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppier by the minute as he muttered over at his wife.

“I love you, I love you,” Soobin muttered kissing her lips through her whines. “Come with me,”

At his cue, Y/N threw her head back, vision flashing a bright white as she came.

Soobin groaned as he gave his last thrusts, head falling down to take a huge bite at Y/N’s neck before he released, painting her walls white.

Soobin fucked them both through their highs, his fingers dancing over the bite mark on her neck.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Y/N smiled. “Nothing hurts when you’re with me.”

Soobin smiled, hands intertwining with his wife’s as he stopped his thrusting—laying a quick kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Soobin.”

She laid a delicate kiss on his lips, sighing fondly as she wiped the sweat off of his brow.

“I love you, too.” Soobin smiled, fingers toying with the golden band on her ring finger.

The next day, Soobin took his new wife to present to his father—delighted at the positive response.

“This is what a queen should be—not only a queen of the palace, but a queen of the people,” his father declared.

Two days later, the royal couple started arranging a royal wedding.

Two weeks later, they’ve announced their marriage to the public, marrying in the public eye fast-forward another week—along with the king passing his throne over to the new king and queen.

The nation was joyed—the golden prince married a queen of common-folk—all was well.

Until four months later, when the Northern Isle sent a letter of grief.

“The princess is saddened to hear about the news of Prince Soobin’s marriage—we find this a personal offense to our country. Our princess is to not be seen as lower than a barmaid at a pub and a saleswoman in a bakery shoppe.”

Soobin sent back an apology.

One week later, they gave back a declaration of war.

“We accuse the King, Soobin, of treason for breaking negotiations and our princess’ heart. We are in grief.”

“I, Soobin, have never given my consent to the engagement—rather, it was decided by the court and your princess. This was not my intention.”

“The war starts today.”

One year later and Soobin never thought he’d see the day when he’s too late—running into the throne room and staring at his queen taking heaving breaths as she clutched the arrow protruding from her stomach.

“Y/N, Y/N, no!” He screamed, dropping his sword with a loud clatter as he ran over to the queen.

As he ran, another arrow shot forward, hitting the junction between her chest.

“No,” Soobin whimpered as he reached the girl, who lay crumpled on a heap on the floor.

“My—“

“Shh, it’s okay,” Soobin muttered, encasing the girl in his arms as he rocked them back and forth, not even bothering to acknowledge the assassin taking aim at him.

A loud thud was heard as Yeonjun ran in, picking up a fallen crossbow from the floor and shooting the assassin point blank.

“Soobin!” Yeonjun cursed, stumbling towards the two. “Y/N, oh god—“

“Yeonjun. Hyung, please,” Soobin sobbed. “Get help,”

Yeonjun cursed as he nodded, laying a quick kiss on the girl’s forehead and stumbling out of the throne room frantically to look for a doctor.

“Y/N, stay with me,” Soobin sobbed, his forehead leaning on hers. “please,”

“I’m sorry, Bin,” Y/N panted, coughing out blood.

Despite this, she mustered up the strength to give him a small smile.

“Hey, don’t cry, you big baby.”

“Shut up,” Soobin sobbed, cradling her face. “Now is not the time,”

“Ah, I’m sorry, love,” Y/N winced. “I told you I wasn’t your future,”

“No, no,” Soobin shook his head frantically. “Stop talking like you’re dying today. You’re not dying today.”

“Soobin—“

“Yeonjun! Beomgyu!” Soobin screamed. “Somebody!”

Y/N coughed again, wincing as she mustered up her energy to lift her arms and pull his head down.

Soobin sobbed harder as his mouth connected to hers.

Y/N pulled away, smiling.

“Soobin, I’d take these few short years with you over one whole lifetime,” Y/N laughed, tears flowing out of her eyes.

Soobin closed his eyes, laying a kiss on her forehead.

“Does it hurt?” He muttered to her forehead.

“No,”

“Why?”

“Because you’re here,” Y/N said. “Nothing hurts when you’re here,”

Soobin’s body shook as tears continuously poured out of his eyes.

He can hear the shouting, the screaming from outside—but none of it matters anymore.

Not when his reason for fighting is dying in his arms.

Sensing his thoughts, Y/N looked back up at him.

“Soobin, you are the best king this country has ever had,” Y/N whispered. “Keep being that king. Okay?”

Soobin sniffled, silent as he gazed at her eyes for as long as he can—even just for one last time.

Y/N took his hand gripping it tightly as she sighed.

“Soobin, I need you to promise me you’ll move on and continue—marry, have kids. Be the king the land deserves.”

“I’ll try,”

“Good,” Y/N closed her eyes, chuckling. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you the family you wanted.”

Soobin’s smiled gently, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re all I ever wanted.” Soobin said, laying another kiss on her forehead. “Y/N, I love you.”

There was no response—the tight grip on his hand loosening.

He heard Y/N’s crown falling off of her head.

Heavy was the head that wears the crown. Soobin often thought, eyes locking onto the crown. He has to watch the people he loves one-by-one.

Soobin clutched the dead queen in his arms, not making any sound as he let the tears flow down on his face.

Yeonjun burst into the throne room, an infirmary doctor behind him.

“Soobin, here’s—“

Yeonjun stopped, glancing down at his crying brother holding the girl in his arms.

Beomgyu appeared next to his brother, gasping at the sight on the floor.

“Is she—“

“Yeah, Gyu.”

The young prince only stayed silent, as he watched Soobin mourn on the floor next to his lost love.

Yeonjun only stared at the queen’s corpse on the floor—frozen and unsure.

Taking charge, Beomgyu gulped down his tears and cleared his throat.

“Clear out the fields, prepare a pyre and prepare two royal funeral shrouds,” Beomgyu declared to a nearby soldier, who nodded and left.

“Two?” Yeonjun asked, turning over to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu gave his brother a look of sadness as Soobin looked up at him, clutching onto his dead wife.

“Yes. One for the queen, and one for her unborn child.”

At this, the king released his first pained scream.

Soobin didn’t feel any pain, really.

He remembered he lied on his bed, in the bedroom.

His wedding portrait with Y/N directly placed on the mantle in front of the fireplace, as the loud crackle of the burning embers almost comforted him.

He remembered his first great-grand daughter, and third great-grandchild, being presented to him by the king—Beomgyu’s son, and the new queen—Taehyun’s daughter.

Princess Y/N, Second of her Name—it was the official title of the new princess, who will get to live the nice and happy life the first Y/N never got to live.

His fingers fiddled with the two wedding rings, his and Y/N’s, on his frail fingers as he fell asleep.

And then he woke up.

It was a field under the stars.

Soobin was appalled—how did he get from falling asleep in his bed to the middle of a flower field?

He reached up to fiddle with the wedding rings on his fingers before realizing there was only one.

Y/N’s was missing.

“No, no, no, no,” He muttered to himself, eyes brimming with tears as he turned in circles and swept the flowers to the side—looking for the ring. “Where—“

It was only then that Soobin realized that he was wearing white shoes and white pants.

He realized he was wearing a bright red coat with a golden sash—the crown of the king heavy on his head once again for the first time since he gave it off to Beomgyu’s son during the coronation.

His hands weren’t pale and wrinkly, only smooth and strong. Nothing hurt anymore.

He even saw strands of black hair falling over his eyes like it used to before, when he was young.

“How—“ he muttered, walking over to a nearby pond to gaze at his reflection.

It was him—well, the young him. Looking exactly the same as he did on the day he was crowned king and the day he got married to—

“Don’t you look dashing?”

He turned around, gasping as he saw her for the first time in more than five decades.

She sat on the flower bed, at the edge of the pond with her diamond-encrusted shoes thrown haphazardly next to her.

Her hair cascaded down her back as she sent him a small smile, legs tucked in as she let her wedding gown flow around her.

“Y/N,” he stumbled over to the girl, making her giggle.

“Hi,” she smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his face as tears slowly started to roll down.

“Don’t cry,”

“Is this a dream?” He asked, voice shaking. “I don’t want to wake up,”

“It’s not, it’s not,” Y/N reassured, leaning her forehead on his. “I promise.”

Soobin leaned forward to plant a delicate kiss on her lips, holding on in fear of her disappearing on him again.

“Don’t leave me,”

“Not anymore, Bin. I promise.” Y/N reassured, running her hands through his hair like she always used to. “We’ve been waiting,”

“We?” Soobin asked, his eyes still closed.

“Yes, we,” Y/N snorted. “Beomgyu would like you to know that you took an awfully long time dying. I think he missed you,”

“Beomgyu?”

“And Yeonjun,” Y/N smiled. “said something about how he never expected you’d outlive Beomgyu. Something about bad weeds should have died last. There was a big argument.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu—the two princes.

Yeonjun died not long after Y/N, much to the grief of the people.

In the war to stop the attack of the Northern Isles, the prince led the fray and gave his life to ensure all troops returned home—letting himself blow in a ship of explosives to cause a distraction.

Years later, Beomgyu married and had a son.

It wasn’t long until he followed his brother to the grave, dying of sickness at an early age.

“Speaking of Beomgyu,” Y/N hummed leaning her head on Soobin’s chest. “Why did you give the crown to his son?”

“Because I didn’t have an heir,” Soobin chuckled.

“Why didn’t you get a wife, have a son?”

Soobin only smiled, raising up her hand and marvelling at the way the golden band rested comfortably on her finger—shining as it always did.

Y/N smiled.

“Taehyun and Kai misses you too, by the way. Kai said he missed his sparring buddy, Taehyun and Yeonjun go too hard sometimes,” Y/N explained.

Like typical best-friends-turned-brothers, Taehyun and Kai grew up together—mourned the queen, their best friend, together—and died together.

It was so fitting, how Taehyun died a few days after his daughter was crowned queen due to the plague—and Kai following him a few days later with the same reason.

The brothers who did everything together, leaving together.

“It must have been hard,” Y/N said, sighing as she ran a hand through his hair.

Soobin nodded, taking a deep breath as he placed another kiss on her lips.

Y/N tilted her head, her gaze soft and affectionate.

“You were a good king—the best king,” Y/N smiled, causing Soobin to shake his head.

“I did it all for you,” Soobin replied. “you told me to.”

“I knew you could do it,” Y/N sighed, standing up and dusting her gown. “Soobin, you didn’t answer me. Why didn’t you marry?”

Soobin breathed, his hand grabbing hers to place a delicate kiss over her knuckles.

“I can’t see myself next to anyone but you,” Soobin said, hands falling to her waist as he leaned in. “The only one I want to marry, the only one I want to have kids with—you are my future.”

Y/N closed her eyes, tears falling from her face as she chuckled.

“Soobin, I didn’t say it back.” Y/N said.

“Hm?”

“When I died,” Y/N said. “I didn’t get to say it back,”

Soobin smiled, pressing his lips onto hers.

Y/N gasped, tears falling down as she melted into the kiss—her hands wrapping around his neck just like the first time they kissed.

“I love you, Soobin.”

“I love you, too,” Soobin smiled, kissing her once more. “Now, come on. Show me where Beomgyu is—Life after death and he’s still talking smack,”

Y/N smiled as she pulled him along to the castle behind the light, to the place of kings, to the city of stars.

Right where they belong.

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NEW WIP EVERYONE :D

Hey! I did it! Finished that little writing snippet :)

In this post, I'm going to be introducing my new WIP, Phantom Bonds. Basically, the story follows two best friends, Kailey and Anthony. Kailey is a young, but very very good private detective who specializes in murder cases. She rarely fails to catch the killers she chases. How does she do it? Well, it's quite simple really; Anthony tags along for all her cases, and he just happens to be a ghost.

Kailey has the ability to see spirits and together, she and Anthony can use the victim's spirit to bring the killers to justice and put ghosts to rest.

But a few recent cases have come through where they couldn't seem to find the ghosts of the victims anywhere, nor any trace of the killer.

Kailey and Anthony soon discover a plot far deeper than they ever imagined; a cult focused on killing people and harvesting souls in the name of their deity. There's mystery, action, adventure, the occult, and maybe even a little Lovecraftian horror if I'm feeling adventurous 👀

I'm also considering putting this on Wattpad or something, so lmk if you're interested in seeing more and I might do that :)

Anyway, here's the preview:

My ears were still ringing when Anthony appeared above me.

“Come on, get up! He’s gonna getaway!”

I groaned as I rolled over and pushed myself up. My whole body was throbbing painfully. What the hell just happened to me?

I stumbled as I got to my feet, and took a few moments to catch my breath. I ran my hands down my torso and didn't feel any damage to my clothes. Whatever energy that guy had hit me with hadn't burned me.

Anthony had a look of concern, “You alright? Can you keep going?”

I nodded, and grimaced from the aching, “Yep, I'm good… Let's go.”

We moved out into the open. This place was clearly very very old. The ancient stone crypt, which had been silent and dark this whole time, was now filled with pale green light and a constant roar that sounded like an eerie echoey waterfall.

As Anthony and I emerged from the rubble of the collapsed pillar, we saw the circular dais in the center of the room was now erupting with the pale green light. On the platform above, stood that man.

Anthony pulled down his hood and adjusted his red hoodie, revealing his blonde hair, blood-covered face, and bandaged throat. His ghostly transparency let me see his slit throat through his bandages.

The man looked down at us, “Still alive?”

Anthony shrugged, “One of us is.”

I wiped the blood from my nose, “For the moment.”

He tilted his head, “I recommend you leave this place. You don't know what forces you're interfering with.”

I slowly started forward, “Not by a long shot. Your followers have killed a lot of people. Last I checked, that's pretty illegal, so I'm taking you down.”

I went to the left side of the dais and started up the stairs up to him. Anthony went to the right. He couldn't do much, but his presence might be enough to cause hesitation.

The man didn't seem to be at all anxious, “Society’s concepts of law and morals mean little to me. Mortal life is temporary. These bodies are little more than meat suits; temporary specks in an infinite and indifferent universe. But we can become so much more!”

I waved my hand to cut him off, “Just shut up. I'm not gonna buy into any of that cult shit.”

He tilted his head, “I thought you of all people would understand. You have the rare gift of being able to perceive our the lost souls. Your friend is one of them. Haven't you seen what he can do? Haven't you wondered what that power could be used for?”

Anthony laughed, “I don't know what you're thinking, buddy. I'm really not that powerful. I can occasionally move some stuff around on a good day.”

“You have no idea what you're capable of. You hold more power than most, and that will be very useful to me.”

He frowned, “That just sounds like bullshit.”

“If that's what you wish to believe.”

I neared the top of the stairs. I saw that the man was holding a pyramid-shaped polyhedron. The weird artifact appeared to be made of something like glass or crystal and glowed with a ghostly pale green light from within.

“Put the death laser pyramid down,” I said. I was staying low so I could easily move if he tried to attack me, “Cooperate and nobody has to get hurt.”

“Hurt? I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to help my people ascend.”

I groaned, “Oh my GOD, you are annoying. Anthony!”

Anthony immediately rushed forward, hovering off the ground. The man spun around and held up the pyramid. It flared with the green light and a beam of some kind of energy launched out. The beam connected with Anthony and wrapped around his body, holding him in the air. He cried out in pain.

“You may be dead, but you're not untouchable.”

Panic filled my chest, “Anthony!”

The light suddenly flared up and there was a loud cracking snap as Anthony vanished with a puff of mist.

I ran forward and tackled the man and pinned him to the ground.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?”

“Relax, he's not gone. I've simply weakened him enough to keep him away for a few moments. He was clearly the more formidable of the two of you.”

I reared back my arm to punch him, but another beam came from the pyramid and pushed me off of him. Pain seared through my ribs and spread like an infection. The burning pain crept through my whole torso.

The man stood, “Try as you may, you cannot stop what's coming. You will join us, or be destroyed standing against us.”

I was struggling to gasp for air as I rolled into my knees, “I'm not… gonna let you… getaway…”

“You don't appear to be in a position to stop me.” He turned away from me and back to the well of light below the platform. He held up the pyramid and began chanting something in a language I didn't recognize.

Anthony reformed in front of me. He was also on his knees, heaving.

“What the hell did he hit me with?”

I shook my head, “I don't know. No one else has ever been able to see you, much less attack you. I think we might've finally bit off more than we can chew…”

He slowly hovered off the ground and rose to an upright position, “But we're not giving up yet.”

I grinned, “Right.”

I stumbled to my feet and took a moment to regain my balance. Anthony and I turned towards the hooded man.

“We have to get that pyramid thing away from him.” I said, “I don't think he can hurt you without it.”

He nodded, “Got it.”

Anthony moved quickly. The man had barely turned around in time to create another beam from that pyramid. It didn't hit Anthony but scared him enough to make him back away. I charged straight at the man. He launched the beam right at me. I froze as it wrapped around my body. I couldn't move at all. It was like I had suddenly become paralyzed. I couldn't even twitch my fingers.

He flung his arm over his head. The beam threw me over him and off the platform. I hit the stone ground with a loud crack and screamed as my torso began to burn with pain.

I painfully sucked in air. Stars were starting to dot my vision. I had to be almost completely focused on staying awake and was dimly aware of the man now attempting to attack Anthony again.

I have to help him.

Get up!

I tried to move, but the pain in my ribs wasn't going to let me go anywhere. I had definitely broken something in that fall.

Then I saw it. The slight gleam of a polished wooden handle.

My handgun.

It was testing a few feet away among small pieces of the shattered pillar. I shifted towards it a little and screamed from the following agony.

I heard another scream; Anthony's. The man had him trapped with a beam. When the light flared this time, Anthony didn't disappear; He just screamed louder.

I cried and whimpered as I hurriedly shifted to my handgun. My fingers brushed the handle and desperately tried to grab hold of it. I managed to get it and steadied my grip.

I blinked away the tears from the pain and aimed up at the man attacking Anthony. My hands were shaky, and I probably only had one shot; I needed to get this right.

“Let go of my friend, you son of a bitch!”

The bang of the gun rang throughout the old stone halls, leaving my ears ringing. Then with a loud crack, the room was plunged into darkness.

#Phantom Bonds #WIP #Kailey #Anthony #new wip #Thoughts? #Writing #writblr

[izcana]

we wish you a merry christmas

12 Days of Newtmas Day 1 Prompt - Canon: Christmas in the Glade

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Thomas cocked his head to the left, taking in the sight of Newt dressed in a red jumpsuit like outfit and a fuzzy red hat with a pom-pom on the top. Vivid images of evergreen trees decorated with shiny, colourful ornaments; a mug filled with a brown syrup-like liquid, topped up with white, fluffy sugar; flushed cheeks belonging to a little boy whose face Thomas couldn't remember; snowballs being pelted at his window first thing in the morning, the powdery substance exploding at the impact into little flakes, spattering all over the place; and the fresh, sharp smell of ginger from the vaguely shaped-like-people biscuits.

After the quick flash of images, there came a detached video-like clip like view of an old man with a bushy beard dancing in a flashy red outfit decorated with white fur and an obnoxiously bright gold-tinted belt buckle, similar to what Newt wore.

"What?" Thomas questioned, raising his brows. He turned a blind eye (well, not really a blind eye, but you know what I mean) to his blushing cheeks; Newt looked so cute wearing a pom-pom topped hat that bounced whenever he took a step. Sure, the bulging muscles didn't usually inspire "cute" in Thomas' book, but paired with hooded blue eyes that sparkled like the rivers, Newt was beautiful.

"It's Christmas tomorrow!" Newt exclaimed as if offended he did not know. Of course, he shouldn't have known, because he was the Greenie and Greenies only got pieces of their memories back slowly. It wasn't fair for Newt to compare them, but for his favourite Second-in-Command, he could make an exception and let it go.

Well, that, and the fact that he had a Jupiter-sized crush on Newt.

How could he not, though? Newt was perfect: he had a caring personality and he was patient, allowing whomever near a sense of comfort. He could laugh, and his brand of dry humour was a brilliant contrast to the dull order of the Glade. Newt was someone you could depend on, someone loyal, someone selfless who would see himself hurt before his friends. The fact that he had the most amazing tousled blonde hair, a sharp, chiselled jaw, greek-god like muscles, and sharp, sea-blue eyes was just a bonus. A big one, according to Thomas.

Thomas was certain that at least 20 other Gladers had a crush on Newt. He couldn't possibly be the only one drawn to Newt's easygoing demeanour and his dashing looks! He was frankly, surprised that no one had acted upon it, though amongst Minho and he, they had discussed the likely hood of half the Glade being attracted to Newt.

Minho, being straight* himself, was not, but it was not that much of a stretch to figure out that Thomas, in fact, was.

If Minho was being honest, he ought to have expected this the moment Greenie came into the Glade and following Newt around like a lost puppy, but he hadn't. Good thing Thomas told him; Minho would gladly threaten Thomas to not hurt his best friend.

Thomas vowed he would not ("How could I, Minho? I would toss myself off the Cliff before I hurt Newt!") and Minho believed him, but you never know.

If Newt's opinion, which had been obliterated, been included in this, he would've told Minho that Thomas would never hurt him, and he trusted Thomas completely. Though, of course, neither boy asked as Thomas had not the slightest confidence that Newt would want to date him. If again, they had bothered to ask for Newt's opinion, he would've told Thomas that shuck, yes! Of course, Newt wanted to date him!

How could anyone not want to...?

There seemed to be a pattern of misunderstandings here...

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"Come on, Tommy!" Newt whined, pulling at Thomas' sleeve childishly. As you could imagine, the image of Newt's lean but bulky frame pulling Thomas, who was slimmer and much shorter than Newt was laughter-inducing for the patrons watching (i.e. Minho). He was fed up with the whole "dancing around each other" façade. "Live a little! Dress up for Christmas!"

"I hate you, Newt," Thomas snarked back but bulged begrudgingly from his spot, which his feet were previously firmly planted on. Nonetheless, the brunet boy followed the blonde.

Newt smirked, guiding Thomas to the storage room. "Come! Everybody's dressing up!"

"I hate you, Newt!" Thomas groaned again. "Why are we friends again?"

"Because I saved your butt when you were a Greenie, and I still save your butt sometimes, remember?" Newt answered, grinning widely. Thomas rolled his eyes. Of course, he remembered. Trust Newt to bring up the times when he was a Greenie.

Newt, bearing no mind the complaints of Thomas, shoved a wreath and a red/green combination outfit unceremoniously into Thomas' arms. "Put those on ––– do it, Thomas!" Newt ordered when Thomas gave the impression of a frightened doe ready to bolt. "Put those on and come out. It's the only break we're going to get in the Glade, might as well do a fashion show."

Newt might've also neglected to inform Thomas that the reason he was forcing Thomas into the costume was mainly to see Thomas' chocolate brown hair settled nicely with the wreath and the red/green outfit making him seem like a dressed up puppy. He didn't get much chance to see Thomas like that, carefree like a kid such as himself (themselves, actually, but Thomas was younger) should've been.

"Why??" Thomas moaned, but he did as he was told. "Can you get out so I can change, at least?"

From an outsider's perspective, it may appear that Thomas was angry. However, Newt merely smirked. "Nope, I'm watching ya."

"You just wanna see me naked!" Thomas mocked, swaying his hips in a very unrhythmical motion. Newt snorted a laugh from his nose. Thomas was adorable, his butt wiggling eagerly to some imagined song that probably didn't exist, and trying so hard to prove his point.

"Real sexy, Thomas," Newt confessed, making sure to word his tone as a joke.

Thomas had his now-nude back to Newt, but he was certain he saw the brunet's ears turn red. "Y-Yep," he stuttered. "I'm s-sexy and I know it."

Newt thinks I'm sexy? A part of Thomas screamed, but logically, Thomas knew that as much as he wished for it to be real, it was all just a joke on Newt's part. A rather cruel one, too, if Newt had any idea of his feelings (which he did, but no one's telling Thomas that, is he?), he would not be so cruel.

However, Newt's thoughts went the other direction; they went like this: if I tease Thomas, maybe he'd slip up and confess.

I won't blush, Thomas commanded himself, willing the heat from his ears to back down. I won't let Newt see I like him.

He's so sexy, Newt's brain thought. And he doesn't know it. Not enough, at least. Newt had better change that quickly...

"You are sexy," Newt whispered in a husky voice, and a shudder rippled through Thomas' spine. "I want to kiss you until you see bloody stars. May I?"

Thomas grinned impishly, revealing his pearly white teeth. "You may."

With the agreement, Newt swept Thomas up and smashed his thin lips against Thomas' plumper ones, bruising them quickly. Newt's hands found their way towards Thomas' hips, whereas Thomas wound his arms tightly against the nape of Newt's neck. The fine golden hairs tickled slightly, but he had absolutely no complaints about that right then.

(In the end, Newt made Thomas wear the costume and complimented him until his cheeks were flaming like his recently bruised lips.)

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Just a note to explain the star: I do not believe that Minho is straight, let me just...make that exceptionally clear (and let's not mention the number of Thominho fics I've written about that ), but I needed an excuse as to why Minho wasn't attracted to Newt, and I could not think of another person to ship Minho with who was not either Newt or Thomas. I didn't want this fic to have too much angst, though a little bit is definitely going to happen whether I want it to or not. I mean, logically , I could've shipped Minho with Gally, Ben, Alby, (Teresa, even!) a lot of other people, in fact, but I just can't see Minho with anybody else who's not Thomas or Newt. Therefore, Minho is straight, but let's just get it straight (pun intended) that I...firmly disagree with that statement).

By the way, why does my writing remind me of Jane Austen's style in Pride and Prejudice? Does anyone have that feeling (as in my writing is very...old fashioned)?

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[hazbinextgeneration]

Down The Rabbithole Ch3

(Disclaimer: The song sung is Wonderland by Taylor Swift and I do not own the song or it's lyrics. I just switched some words around for the chapter.)

Everything hurt. Everything was dark. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mama. His papa. He wanted them to tell him it would all be ok, that he can just go to bed and everything would be ok when he wakes up. But no. Big fat tears rolled down his face as he kept limping and stepping along the dark forest floor he had already gone through enough trouble of running away from bigger things without food, shelter, or anyone to help his poor self. He was dirty, hurt, hungry, and just wanted it all to stop-

SNAP!!!

A stick snapped under his paw walking down the hill and down he went. Yelping and thumping down the hill as he felt pain explode all over his body, eventually rolling a couple more times at the bottom before landing and stopping on his back where he let out a groan. ...He really regretted going through that magic puddle. All he wanted to go home and- he froze as a shadow fell over him and he popped his eyes open. A shadowed form was standing and leaning over him blinking and staring down at this weird entity as red-brown eyes stared at him. She was just playing sword with a stick and playing priates when she heard the loud crashing and noises coming from the hill behind her. The little girl watched confused as a small blue blur came rolling down the hill and stopped just short of the ship(old log-) she was playing on and heard a couple chokes and groans from the thing that landed so close....Being a curious six year old, she blinked and jumped off the log and trotted through the tall grass over to the small thing that was left unmoving...and gasped. The thing was skinny, so skinny it looked like he hadn't eaten in days and dirty. Very, very dirty. It wore a torn white shirt and crooked now dirty red bow. But being a child, that didn't register to her. Nor did the fact that there couldn't possibly be a natural blue cat. That defies the laws of nature. Oh no, no. All she noticed in her innocent child mind was that there was a small little kitty in front of her. Making her gasp again and his pretty pink and yellow eyes popped open at the gasp.

"A KITTY!!" She flung her arms out excitedly. Dropping the stick and all the thought of fighting imaginary pirates were lost in favor for the idea of a cuddly cute kitty right in front of her. He blinked and tried to skitter away but he wasn't fast enough and yelped in slight pain when the little girl giggled and grabbed him into her arms. Cuddling and rubbing her cheek into the top of his head. He waved his puny paws out trying to escape when she turned around and ran back to the giant white house behind her, cat in arms. Panic and fright completely covering the cat's face as she did. There was a small gate which the little cat-napper squeezed through and ran past a garden of flowers and herbs up to an open back door. A kitchen is what was greeted him and an elderly looking human was cooking over the stove. The sizzling sounds and delicious smells of cooked meats and veggies were in the air as he still wriggled in her arms and tried to get away to no avail. His body was too weak to get away. The little strawberry-blonde girl easily moved him under one arm as she tugged on the older woman's dress. "Granny, Granny!! Look, look, look!!" He held her catch up suddenly to the woman who didn't pay any attention to the small girl. "I found a kitty!!"

The old woman chuckled. There wasn't any cats in these woods. This is just like the time she brought home a rose and said it was the magic rose from Beauty and The Beast fairytale. "Oh really now?", she asked still cooking the food.

"Uh Huh!! He's pretty and blue and has pretty eyes." He was struggling harder when she brought him back in to be hug attacked. "Can I keep him!? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!! I promise to love him, feed him, and play with him!!"

The grandmother chuckled more before waving a hand off. "Of course you can keep the blue kitty. Just make sure he stays out of trouble now. Now go wash up. Lunch is almost done."

The little girl gasped and jumped. "YAY!! Thank you, Granny!!" The grandmother chuckled as she heard the little girl dash away upstairs. Ah. Children. What will she think of next? The little girl held the still struggling kitten out from her as he lightly hissed at her and pulled at those hands holding him. "You're really dirty kitty. You need a bath."

"No! Let me go human!"

She gasped and her eyes widened more. "You can talk?!"

"PUT ME DOWN!!"

He couldn't escape her grip when she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, walking over to the bathtub and turning on the water. He bristled with a startled meow and lept to get away to no avail as she huffed and put him over the quickly filling water. Dropping him in with a splash. He instantly felt cold water rush over his sore body and when he popped back up he spat water out and turned to glar- A sponge was pressed to his face with a wet SPLAT!! and he sputtered and pushed against her hand as she rubbed it all over his head and giggled.

"You're really messy, Kitty."

"My name's not Kitty!!" His tiny paws pushed the hand and sponge away and scowled at her. "I happen to be Chesire Cat the twenty second!" He smiled proudly and threw his front paws out making her giggle.

"Im Allison! Are you hungry kitty?"

"CHESIRE!! And yes. Im quite hungry from not eating for three days, and if you have any milk that'd also be very nice of you."

She giggled again before scrubbing the top of his head, "Ok, Kitty. You're really small."

He grumbled. "Cheshire....and hanks I think?..It that a human compliment?"

She continued giggling and scubbing the cat in the tub, at one point tugging the horrible clothes off him and supplying him with a new tiny green shirt from one of her teddies. He dragged himself out of the tub all wet and skinny looking with the went fur being weighed down on his body so he shook himself. SHe giggled at the water droplets spraying all over her before plopping a towel on himself and picking him up wrapped like a baby. The new shirt was greatly appreciated but he thought it clashed with his own natural blue fur. But he refused to go down to dinner. Even if food was involved he didn't trust anymore tall humans, he didn't need any more of them. But he was still thankful when she managed to bring back a plate of food and milk. Her granny loved to spoil her and let her eat in her room if she really wanted. And if she really wanted to 'feed her new kitty' then she wasn't about to stop her imagination. He happyily took everything from her and down it in a matter of minutes. His stomach felt SO much better now that it wasn't empty as an abandoned house.

"You're really hungry, Kitty." She pet his head and he flinched....before he purred and arched his back as she giggled.

"C-Chesire...but I must thank you for everything. It's certainly been a while since a creature showed me any kindness, especially in this world. You probably saved my life. Tell me. Where am I?"

She tilted her head at his words. "Uh....I don't know. The woods?"

"Fair enough. Well then, Allison was it?" She nodded and he smiled for the first time in a while. "Well, Allison. You've taken me into your home and feed and cleaned me. You possibly saved my life today and I am in your debt. But could I have more food if it's not asking too much. I haven't eaten in a few days and Im still hungry."

More giggling. "Ok, Kitty!"

"...I see we'll have to work on that."

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"Allsion?"

"Hm?" She looked up and blinked at the floating cat who giggled at her confused face.

He booped her nose. "Silly humans spacing off. I was asking you what you were thinking about?"

"Oh! Just..I'm thinking about what happened all those years ago." She took another bite of the pancakes. He was right, they weren't perfect. The bottom pancake was a little burnt and it tasted like he might've not added eough milk to the batter, but she wasn't going to rudely refuse a meal made for her by an old friend who happened to be a magical floating talking blue cat in a half suit. She watched as he once again landed but this time sat on the small coffee table in front of her with a smile. ''Uh...So. All those fairytales really came from your world?"

He nodded before pausing and shaking his head no. "Well it's a yes and no. Most of the ancient stoires you humans have come to known were actual events in MY world. But not ALL!! Frankenstien, The Princce and the Pauper, Romeo and Juliet are some examples of the not ones. Those were definately written by humans." He counted on his fingers as he spoke. And she rose a brow curious.

"well which ones did?"

He shrugged. "I do not know ALL of them because no one has ever told me of them all. BUT!!" He smiled even more proudly. "Your human creativity has helped shape my world! After all it only came into existance once humans started using their imagination to create."

"Really?! Wow. It sounds amazing...But tell me what stories ARE true about your world then? The ones you know."

He hummed and looked at the ground for a moment as his tail thumped against the table behind him. "Oh a few you might know. Red Riding Hood. Goldielocks. I know her great, great granddaughter Blondy. Nice young lady. But I do know all the ones the Brothers Grim write were true."

She stared at him...and blinked before holding up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!! What a second. Are you trying to tell me THE famous Brothers Grim, the ones who originally wrote all those fairytales, actually wrote real events that happened?! In your world?!"

"YEP!!" He said bluntly.

"So Cinderella? With the glass slippers and step mother?"

"True."

"A-And Snow white with the apple?"

"I heard her great something nephew still has the recipe! Though I wouldn't recommend eating it."

"The Gingerbread man!!" "That witch accidentally used a living potion in the recipe to bring him to life." "SLEEPING BEAUTY?!" "Oh yes! Because she slept so wrong she doesn't have as many descendants as others. A few granchildren at most." "PIED PIPER!! PINNOCIO!! MARY AND HER LITTLE LAMB!! THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF!!"

"All as real as myself!! And Im standing before you!!" He chuckled but hummed. "But there was a few that came to life on their own."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well sometimes if a fairytale or story becomes very influencial and impires human enough after a while they'll just-" He made a pop noise while jabbing a hand up in the air. "They'll just randomly show up one day."

"How does THAT happen?!"

He shrugged. "It's a wonder. That's why our world is called Wonderland. It's shaped and formed by the wonders you humans made, though the worlds much rather stay seperate. It's for the best if a bunch of nosey humans didn't try to travel. My world's magic works in mysterious ways not to be tampered with. "

She nodded her head. "Yeah. I saw one too many movies where someone messed with magic and it backfired, probably for the best...Hey. Wait a minute." She looked back to him and pointed. "Then how did you get here in the first place?? And how in the world did someone like the famous writers get into your world?"

He giggled and pointed a paw behind her, she looked over her shoulder at where he was pointing an rose a brow as he pointed to the meditating room. "Through the looking glass.~ My own personal portal. No one can get in or out except if I allow it."

"...The what?"

"The looking glass. You humans call them mirrors." She blinked and the mirror gleamed back at her, as if beckoning her to come closer and touch it- She shook her head and looked back to him with a small look of understanding and he chuckled. "That's how they got in. Not my personal one of course, but sometimes a random human stumbles their way in via magic hidden portal and would have to leave before the Heart Family got wind of them." His eyes narrowed and he chuckled a little darker at the thought. "I'm not surprised such famous magic explorers like them found one, they're lucky to have escaped with the help of Mother Goose."

"...Who?"

"Mother Goose. Bless her heart. She was a very famous hisrtorian of my world. Told the brothers ALL about our history. Same with the man who wrote the Famous Wonderland book!! "

"This is a lot to unpack but it's....Also really cool in a way." She smiled...but a sudden thought made her stop..and she looked at him. He tilted his head and blinked at her in confusion still smiling. "You said you were around here when Granny was taken to the nursing home right?" He nodded and guilt set in. "Were you.....Just sticking around waiting for me to comes back this entire time?"

He blinked this time. "ME?!" His pointed to him before shaking his head and waving his hands at her. "Oh, no, no, no. Im not the kind to simply sit and wait around like a dog. I had other things to keep me entertained back home once I found out how to channel my energy into a portal!" With a wave of his paw he summoned his small staff and stood on his hind legs before leaning against it. Like a small human would. "I learnt lots of tricks while waiting for my best friend to return!! Such creative minds to work wonders again!!"

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. ''You're a magic talking cat that comes from the land of fairytales and nursery rythmes. Is there anything else that should be pointed out?"

"I can sing, too.~"

"Sing?" He had gotten her interest.

He chuckled. "Yes. And you used to be my partner remember? When we would make up songs and sing along together!!" He snapped his fingers. "SAY!! Why don't we sing a small duet again for old times sake?!"

She huffed and pointed to herself. "Me? Sing? No offense but I'd have better luck taming a lion then I would at singing."

"Oh pish posh. Here! I'll start one we used to sing all the time." He then without warning brought his staff up and lightly slammed it to the table. It stayed stuck when he let go and then the red ball on top suddenly lit up. What sounded like static rang out and he looked to her with another giggled as she gazed in wonder. "I'll lead. You join."

"Oh, no. I-"

She stomped when a beautiful piano song played from the staff and Chesire reached up to straighten his bowtie as he cleared his throat. "Flashing lights and we took a long turn and we fell down a rabbit hole.~" His voice was surprisingly very smooth as she blinked at him and he smiled even wider. "You held on tight to me, cuz nothing's as it seems.~ Spinning out of control!~" This time he jumped up and to her only lightly surprise his head came off his shoulders before being pulled back onto his shoudlers. Yeah. She remembered that. ....She also started to slowly remember a few certain instances with the brave kitten going to couragiously save the princess in their adventures...This song in particular was one that they'd enjoy and she smiled a little wider. "Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?~ Didn't you flash your red eyes eyes at me?~ Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?~ Oh! Didn't it all seem new and exciting?~ I felt your arms twisting around me.~" He hugged himself and lightly moved his body from side to side smiling as she giggled and smiled more. Before he closed one eye. "I should've slept with one eye open tonight!~" He suddenly pointed both arms out towards out gesturing to her. "We found Wonderland. You and I got lost in it! And we pretended it could last forever!~" His arms threw themselves up as he 'jumped' up higher in the middle of floating. "We found Wonderland. You and I got lost in it!~ And life was never worse but never better!~" The music continued to play as he nodded yes and made a 'come on' motion with his paws. Obviously trying to encourage her to sing along.

She looked sheepishly down to the floor and he rose a brow and tilted his head. Hmm. She was obviously bashful, and not one of those dwarfs. Well maybe she'd be feeling it in a bit. He wasn't about to pressure her.

"In wonderland!~" He continued to sing and still held at least one paw out to her. "In Wonderlaaaaand.~ In wonderland!~ In Wonderlaaaaaand!~" He suddenly stood as if getting ready to walk. "So we went on our way!~ Too happy to think straight!~ All alone or so it seeeeemed.~ " He suddenly put his hand over on his forehead as if he was looking far away at something. "But there were strangers watching-" And then he made a blabbing mouth motion with the other paw. "-and whispers turned to talking." He suddenly threw his arms out and looked up towards the ceiling like those famous ballerina pose but his head came. "And talking turned to Screeeeaaammss!!~ OH!"

She blinked at the sudden smooth high note, wow he had REALLY gotten better since they were children definately. But he suddenly snapped into a position with his head held in his hands as he looked at her, his body and especially his tail thumping to the beat as he sang.

"Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?~ Didn't you flash your red eyes at me-"

"Didn't you calm my fears with a chesire cat smile?~," she sang asked him back and he was admittedly caught off guard for a moment. Keeping his smile and blinking...before his smile widened as did hers and he resumed bouncing to the beat of violins, pianos, and other intruments.

"Didn't it seem all new and exciting?~ "

"I felt your arms twisting around me.~" She sang the next verse and he smiled before raising a slightly smug brow. "It's all fun and games until someone looses their minds.~"

He giggling at that before another calm verse came in the song. "But Darling, We. Found. Wonderland." He again held out both arms towards her. "You and I got lost in it.~ And we pretended it could last forever!~ "

"We found wonderland!~" Both were now singing the same verses as their voices collided in one duet like so long ago and a familiar feeling of happiness washed over them both as they sang in harmony. "You and I got lost in it! And life was never worse but never better!~ In wonderland!" This time they both threw their arms up for the fun of it. "In wonderlaaaaand!~ " He looked at her smiling and with still a slightly embarrased flush to her face. "In wonderland!" She looked back to him as they sang what was supposed to be the last verse. "In Wonderlaaaaand!~"

"I reached for you, but you were gone.~" He blinked slightly in surprise as she kept singing with a strange look in her eyes. Not bad or dangerous just...there. Even thought she still smiled and looked happy as he silently watched. "I knew I had to get back home.~ I searched the world for something else to make me feel like what we had and in the end I just went mad.....Oh I found wonderland and I just got lost from it. And I pretended it coudn't be there.~ I found wonderland and I just got lost from it. Life was never worse but never better.~"

The sad tone in her voice was mad evident in the way her eyes was starting to shine and she sniffed. Until two little paws grabbed her cheeks and she looked back up into the blue face of the cat.

"You found wonderland.~ And got back lost in it.~" A hankerchief appeared in his paw when he pulled back and waved it, and presented it to her. "And we will make sure it'll last forever!~ You found Wonderland!~ And got back lost in it! And life was maybe worse but now better!~ In Wonderlaaand!~"

She knew he switched up those lyrics to help comfort her as tears started to flow and she happily took the human sized hankercheif from him as any music stopped and she wiped her now crying face as more tears and a choke came out.

"I-I'm so sorry. I-I-It's been so hard." She hiccuped and looked to him. Even though his smile was still there his eyes had sypathy. "I haven't been this happy in such a long time. And now I feel terrible for forgetting you and making you wait so long!!" She took a deep breath between the hiccups. "Everything seemed like it was against me all the time and I feel absolutely worthless not being able to do anything!! And I miss my granny!" Something soft suddenly hugged her and she didn't question it when she hugged Chesire back and continued to cry as he patted her shoulder.

"There, there.," he conforted. "It's ok to cry. That what all the famous princesses and other folk did. Trial and errror are a real fact of life anywhere, but you shouldn't be afraid of asking for help. So don't feel bad for trying to live out your life." He smiled wider and patted her back more. " It could be a lot worse. You're a very lucky human as far as the ones I've seen. You could've lost your creativity and kind heart in this big world. Im glad you didn't, and Im sure your grandmother would've been so proud of you, Allison."

She smiled despite the feelings crashing over her and held the small cat closer to herself. "T-T-Thank y-you.....I m-miss you."

"I missed you too, Old friend."

[imagine-loki]

Missing Attendance

TITLE: Missing Attendance

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Oneshot

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re an introvert living in Stark Tower with the Avengers. You don’t like parties or alcohol very much, so you always try to get out of going to the parties that Tony always throws, but he usually drags you to them. Until one day when you find out that Loki doesn’t like going to them either. He uses his magic and tricks to hide both of you from the others so they can’t force you to go. The two of you spend the time together reading, talking, and doing whatever you guys want instead of being stuck at the party.

RATING:  Teen

AUTHOR’S NOTES: I tried really hard to make it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it. Sibling, bestfriends type relationship. Loki and y/n skip a party to read and set up pranks.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Y/n was sitting reading the last book in their favorite series. They knew not to start reading the book this morning due to a party in the evening. Either way this book was not being set down easily.

“Are you getting ready?”

With a heavy sigh y/n tore their eyes away from the book to look at Nat. “I really don’t want to go.”

Natasha smirked, “Well the party is in 2 hours, gonna sit there and read even if your crush is going to be there tonight?”

Y/n hissed at Natasha, “shut up!”

Loki stopped behind the wall to listen about y/n’s crush. He just didn’t understand how they were attracted to the idiots they deemed worthy. Loki went into the room to get what he needed then went to relax. He dressed in his evening attire and went back into the living room with a book. 

Wrapped in a blanket was y/n with the same book, still in their PJs.

Loki stood and asked, “Are you wearing that to the party?”

Without looking y/n pouted, “I really don’t want to go.”

“Are you sure? That tech person you are fond of is going to be there.” Loki smiled at the quick turn of their head.

“How do you know?!”

“I know everything. Are you sure you want to stay here?”

Y/n waved the book now half way through. “I didn’t finish this, so I am sure. Also stay out of my romantic life.”

Loki leaned back on the couch with his book. “What are best friends for?”

Y/n huffed. “You only say that when it is convenient.”

“When else is a good time?”

It was quiet as y/n sat in thought and looked at Loki starting a new book. “How are you going to go to the party if you start a new book?”

“Easy. I’m not going.” Loki spoke as a clone stood in the middle of the livingroom.

An idea sparked. “Hey best friend.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You only say that when you want something.”

“Make me a clone so I can stay here.”

Loki smirked, “Only if you really don’t want to go & would rather read all night”

“Im sure.”

With a cocky tone Loki stated. “I get to make your decisions for the night.”

The idea was scary but y/n nodded.

Loki made a clone of them and made them exchange some friendly conversation about going to the party then left once stated they were ready. Y/n watched as they walked and moved and seemed so real. It was kind of scary how lifelike they were.

Y/n had to speak about the odd thoughts in their head concerning their own illusion. “I thought your Illusions weren’t able to be touched. What happens when someone wants to dance?”

Nonchalantly Loki spoke. “Special spell. Besides you have danced with my clone before.”

“Really? That’s weird.” Y/n muttered.

“I thought you wanted to read.”

“I do. So you never went to a party?”

“Not in this physical form.”

Y/n smiled and got into their book once again. 

In almost two hours in silence y/n finished the book.

Loki glanced at y/n that was seemingly happy as they took their book and left. It wasn’t long for y/n to come back with a prank book.

“We should set up some pranks.”

“Excuse me? You know I am going to get blamed.”

“Yep. Now I was thinking the traditional water bucket for Tony’s bedroom. For Steve we should do silly string, his American colors, of course. Clint and Natasha we could try to get them to set off a foot activated thing because I highly doubt anything is actually going to work on them. Bruce… and Thor…”

“Give me that book.”

Y/n sat beside him excitedly as they flipped through the book for a funny one for Thor’s room.

Y/n laughed, “We could put green dye into Bruce’s hair wash.”

Loki grinned. “How about the body wash too?”

Y/n squealed in laughter as they agreed.

Loki frowned, “I am not so sure a string activated red dust is going to go well with Natasha. If any of them would think about killing us. Natasha wouldn’t stop at just thinking.”

“You are right…So we set up a way she is going to notice.”

They set up the pranks.

Tony was a water bucket in his doorway. Pepper was gone on a business trip so y/n and Loki were safe.

Steve had a silly string trap set up in his bathroom medicine cabinet.

Bruce’s shower stuff was set up with green dye.

Clint had duct tape set up at his height in his bathroom doorway.

Natasha had a waist high golden string set up that would dump red glitter all over her.

Thor… poor Thor had his bathroom completely booby trapped, set to leak on him then after he was all wet feathers would fall onto him once he ran out of the bathroom.

Loki groaned from the couch.

“Really?” Loki eyed y/n with a disgusted face. “Natasha stated that the person at the desk has a crush on you. And you used to like them too.”

Y/n scoffed. “Took them long enough.”

“You have horrible tastes. I don’t want anyone to date you.”

Y/n defended themselves. “They are really nice!”

 "I still don’t wanna be related to them"

“Is that an official declaration of sibling hood?”

“Of course. Don’t change the subject- you are not getting with anyone without my consent.”

“Pft. Whatever.”

“Little brat.”

“Asshole.”

“Tsk tsk. Language it’s not nice.”

“You are one to talk about nice? What about those pranks???”

“Gotta uphold god of Mischief title.”

Y/n looked at Loki before getting on the opposite side of his couch. Laying down and cuddling under the blanket too.

Y/n was about to fall asleep when Loki started to laugh.

“What?”

“All of the traps worked.”

“Natasha?”

“Well… yes. Now go to sleep so it looks like you haven’t felt good.”

Loki pushed them down with an explanation that he had the clones come back because they were sick.

Y/n pretended to be asleep but eventually did with a huge smile on their face even though they knew what kind of yelling would be happening in the morning.

However when y/n woke up they went to the kitchen for breakfast. Loki stood by the stove and cooked. Everyone looked at y/n and laughed.

Y/n looked around. “What? Whats wrong?”

Steve gestured to y/n. “Loki? Really, the kid too?”

Y/n ran to the nearest reflective surface and seen their face was written on with marker.

Loki smiled, “what is an older brother for?”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted one shot #submission #missing attendance #brightsun-and-darkmidnight

[ginnyzero]

Completely Harmless Ch. 54

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Fifty-Four CHILL-ax during Happy Horse Week!

The decorations were approved by other clubs while the few votes against them were roundly ignored. It helped that gave everyone a goodie bag and had a snack table set up with their treats and cups of apple cider mixed with ginger ale. The marble balloons had been turned into arches and pillars. She’d borrowed the flag banners from Jorvik Stable to show off what things would look like complete with hay bales.

The Councilman hadn’t been too happy about the hay bales, but Kate had promised to clean.

Everyone was relieved that Lily was okay. And they were more than willing to take shifts at the council house in order to help make the decorations they needed between breaks in training. Training that was more important than they realized.

In fact, it was Herman that clued Lily in as she waited her turn to run through the show jumping event set up in the Arena.

“Really looking forward to seeing all you girls at the County Fair this year,” he said with a big grin on his face. Leaning against the fence of the riding arena he looked almost lazy as he watched the girls.

Lily looked down at him and put a hand on her horse’s neck. “Herman, I think you’re forgetting that most of us have never lived here before. Or should I be asking Linda or Pauline?”

Herman glanced up, the grin didn’t fade. “Didn’t forget. Didn’t know you didn’t know.”

Lily rolled her eyes. Her stallion tossed his mane.

“There’s an eventing contest held at the County Fair every year. It’s the first qualifier for the Claymore Challenge. Every club comes and tries out. Course, last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, was just the Bobcats and the Bulldogz. Be nice to see them have a bit of competition.”

Lily’s brow furrowed. “But we’re collecting ribbons,” she said slowly drawing it out.

“Gotta train your horse and get it into condition so it knows what it’s doing. Practice is one thing, Lily girl, doing exhibition is another. The lights, the crowds, you don’t know how your horse is going to react. Depends on the crowd too.” Herman sucked his teeth. “Yep, some mighty fine riders in practice can’t make it through exhibitions.”

Lily pressed her tongue to her back teeth and looked off to the side as her brows furrowed. “Qualifiers,” she said after a few moments and not coming into any conclusions.

“Yep, helps me winnow it down. I know you’re all doing well in your ribbons. You can’t all go to the Claymore Challenge as much as I’d like to send you all. One Club per county. Thems the rules.”

Lily looked down at him. “I wasn’t given any rule list when I made the club. How many members are we allowed to have maximum anyways?”

“Fifty.”

Lily blinked. There went the plan to merge clubs to get around that pesky rule. “Well, we’re a bit beyond 100 people, Herman. I think we’re hitting closer to 200.”

Herman grinned. “And you wouldn’t believe how proud I am of that, all of you choosing to leave Moorland and form clubs to help out the district. Brings a tear to me old eyes, it does.”

Lily snorted. She shifted her attention. Tracey rode around the track keeping her posture upright as her stallion took the turns.

“You’re doing good things,” Herman rocked back and forth on his feet.

“If you say so,” Lily glanced back at him.

“You don’t think so?”

“I think I’m doing what needs to be done whether it’s good or bad, I can’t say.” Lily gripped the reins in her hands turning them over between her fingers. “I’m doing the best I can or we are, or I hope we are. One never knows. You have a lot of things you don’t tell newcomers, like, qualifiers being at the County Fair.”

Herman chuckled. “You’re revitalizing this county.”

“You didn’t need me for that, you just needed to act.”

“Mrs. X of CHILL wants to meet you,” Herman said.

“Fancy that,” Lily said in a dry voice. “I’m not surprised.”

“Alone.”

“Of course,” Lily murmured. “Because what other way do you meet the leader of a secret organization that,” she paused. “What does CHILL do?”

“Put nails in the road for G.E.D.,” Herman said.

“Your horse idioms are so lovely, Herman,” Lily said. “Where is she?”

“Observatory 12 in Epona.”

Lily backed her stallion away from the fence. “And let me guess, she wants to see me as soon as possible.”

“You know how this works.”

“Way too many crime shows, way, way too many.”

Herman laughed.

“How cliché can you get?” Lily muttered and nudged her horse into a trot. The nearest transport to the Observatory was in Crescent Moon Village she thought. Hillcrest and the Dews Farm in Epona were getting transports set up still. Hillcrest’s was in need of a major repair since someone had tried to use the truck to ram the wall. (It hadn’t worked.)

She took the transport to Crescent Moon Village and went directly down the road through the Marsh and up the side of the mountain to the Observatory perched on the edge of the Cauldron opposite of Hillcrest.

Dismounting, she opened the huge doors of the observatory a crack and slipped inside.

It wasn’t as dark as she’d thought it be. Sunlight streamed in through the small windows illuminating the place.

“I’m glad you came,” Mrs. X said from the middle of the room. She smoothed the skirt of her ankle length green dress, but a deep hood obscured her face.

Lily stepped closer. Mrs. X’s face was also covered with a mask. Crossing her arms, Lily stopped. “I don’t deal with people who hide their faces.”

“My identity is a closely guarded secret, one I’d like to keep that way.”

Lily pressed her lips together. “You’re either trying to recruit me. Or, you have a message for me. Spit it out one or the other.”

“You’ve impressed me.”

“Funny, you don’t sound impressed.”

“You’ve interfered with a major operation. Hillcrest is only a small part of the G.E.D.’s plans for the Harvest and Epona Districts. You’ve set me back months of work.”

“You, lady, are a vigilante.” Lily lifted a finger off of her arm. “You run around in the shadows not sharing information with the authorities, and causing more problems than you solve because you won’t work within the boundaries of the law.”

“The law has failed us.”

“So, Bernie Winterwell didn’t want to leave his house and was happy to be bribed. Was it a moral failing? Or is House of Winterwell in dire straits? Or is there another reason? I don’t know. I don’t care. If Baron Winterwell isn’t doing what you need to do, you go to Count Marchenghast.”

“He’s ill. The Countess is overwhelmed. They’re too young and inexperienced to handle the G.E.D.”

Lily’s lips parted. “Really? Because, Mrs. X., I’m what, sixteen, and I’ve handled them just fine by oh, seeing that they don’t have the proper paperwork or you know, put people in actual danger and taken this to the people in charge like the Rangers and the nobles who run this county and they’ve managed to take care of things with the information me and my girls have provided them. I do not feel that the people of Hillcrest are an acceptable sacrifice so you can try to stop the grander scheme and get the higher ups.”

“You are too young to understand.”

“I understand that right now you’re no better than the druids, most of whom, also wear hoods and also, who I will not have anything to do with unless they show their faces. Here’s my message to you, it’s the same one I gave to Elizabeth Sunbeam. You lead and take action instead of observing and waiting. You follow. Or you get the hell out of my way. The people of Hillcrest will not thank you for standing by and watching.”

“Jarlaheim is in great danger. You don’t understand how great.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yes. We know. You remember Mayor Elaine. She was in Hillcrest. She knew what Ms. Drake was up to. Ms. Drake has been arrested. Given her lawyers, she probably won’t be in there for long. But it’s a good way to stall them and give time for Mayor Elaine to recover and take control over Jarlaheim.” Lily turned on her toe and grabbed the door. Pulling it open, she looked over her shoulder. “Come out of the shadows, Mrs. X, and into the light.” She walked out shutting the door gently behind her.

“People,” she said to her stallion.

He whuffled.

Lily mounted and turned him around down the mountain. “Vigilantism, peh.”

He nodded his head.

“Jarlaheim is in great danger,” Lily mocked. “Gee, you think? I mean, there aren’t four dig sites around the place, probably illegal dig sites, run by the G.E.D. if it’s not in great danger. Like, I don’t have girls in every stable and town and farm in this county by now. And do you know what we teenage girls like to do?”

He knocked his ear back seemingly interested.

“Share information. People might call this gossip. Because they only hear about who is dating who and who is fighting and what embarrassing thing happened to so and so this week. But there is important information among the trivia.” She patted his neck. “Sometimes, if the mare is fat, it’s not that she’s actually fat, she’s pregnant.”

He whinnied.

“Exactly, you get it.” Lily let him trot down the road. “Diabolical corporations. Aliens. Witches. Ghosts. Aliens running diabolical corporations. Druids. Chipmunks and squirrels as spies. Magic horses. Now vigilantes.”

He nodded his head.

“Nahnahnahnahnahnahnah, Batman!”

Her horse whinnied again.

She quieted as she got out of the marsh and into the village. She hummed “Spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a spider can,” under her breath as they passed Hayden’s house.

She took the transport back to Jorvik Stables.

When Herman asked her how it went, she replied with, “It went.”

--

The decorations were ready in time for Happy Horse week, if barely. Barney had helped them by using the vinyl wall art to make plywood versions of the horse silhouettes with his wooden scroll saw. He’d also made them horse heads to vary up the horse shoes and hang their smaller horse garlands from. They weren’t allowed to touch his saw. They could lose fingers if they weren’t careful. Plus, he was making the silhouettes five or six at a time to save time. Each stable and town had at least one of each galloping, show jumping, and dressage silhouette. Carney Summers had been busy making race signs for everyone.

But everything was painted, glittered, glued together, whatever needed to be done in time to decorate for the week. Metal and plastic buckets had ribbons and bows on them. Plastic helmets also had bows and rhinestones and gold trim. They wrapped fancy striped ribbons in Jorvik national colors around every extra haybale they were strewing about for decorations. (And handy seating for the tired parents.)

So, the day before Happy Horse Week was also busy instead of training, they were decorating and making sure everything was out and just so. They’d put together plenty of snacks for the tables and had decided that mint candies went in predominantly blue favor cones, and granola went in predominantly green favor cones.

Putting together the selfie walls had been a bit easier now they were at the third time around. They used the triangular and horse shoe garlands to drape the circle. Put plenty of championship ribbons on the upper left hand side. Put together a pillar or arch out of marble balloons and made sure there were hobby horses and stuffed plushies (fresh from Fort Pinta) out for people to use as props.

Agnetha has pursed her lips at the arches of balloons in front of the rose archway and on each side of the bandstand, but she hadn’t said anything dire.

Thinking ahead, they set up the pavilion so people could decorate their own buckets and helmets if they wanted to do so. They even had championship ribbons for name badges.

They had to rearrange the jumps in the riding arena. (That gave them time to decorate it.) Though the Rose Arches remained firmly in place. And put together the special race tracks for the cross country races through the grape fields.

It was a good thing that they had extra decorations and banners, because just in time for Happy Horse Week, the Silverglade Oval Track was ready to open and it needed to be decorated as well.

Pia and Ingrid sent pictures of the Art Show and Flea Market respectively. Everything was horse themed! Pia had plenty of exclamation points. She never asked for it to be that way!

They had to help transport the cake from Ma Anna’s Pastry Shop in Firgrove all the way to Moorland. They transported it in separate tiers thank goodness, but they still wanted an escort for some reason. When it was put together, the bottom three tiers were sold colored, there was a blue tier, a green tier, and a white tier. Then the top two tiers, one had stripes, and the smallest was white with green and blue polka dots. They stuck a large golden harp in the top of it as a topper.

The tables for the Moorland feast were set out. And there were extra tables so they could set out the grab bags, horse masks, party hats, and horse ears for the kids. The Farmer’s Market bustled with happy people who were more than happy to put up another tent for the Carnival games of bobbing for apples, pig pen, horse shoes, hobby horse races, and pin the tail on the horse. They had a special spot for the pinatas (and plenty of them.) And a booth all set up so everyone could get their face painted.

Realizing they’d forgotten prizes for said games, Kate and her club ran to Jorvik City to get more of the prizes like they had in the grab bags. (Because why not try to collect them all, according to Regina. She was roundly reminded, again, that this wasn’t Pokemon!)

The Timber Wolves escorted Andy’s petting zoo down and helped him set it up at the same time they brought down the cake.

It was quite the whirl of activity.

No one was sure who exactly hid the Golden Horse Shoes, only, that they were hidden.

So, everyone was excited the first day of Happy Horse Week, despite the fact that they’d had to make a schedule so there were people minding the races, giving beginning riding lessons, doing the lunge informational event, the craft pavilion, and the snack booth.

“Where do we want to go first?” Was the biggest question. Firfall was having a jousting demonstration at their medieval fair. There was the County Fair to check out too with all the food, and booths, and games, and they had to keep an eye on the competition up there with the eventing qualifiers. Or, they could go to Moorland and get a slice of carrot cake or apple spice cake (or both) and go straight to the Farmer’s Market to do games there. Or, they go to Fort Pinta and grab Token Takes Jorvik, buy a horse plushy if they didn’t already have a stuffed lovie of their own and start on the different challenges, plushy vacation pictures, Andy’s Geocaching, and Hayden’s Spider Hunt.

More than a few of them though were bowing out of Hayden’s Spider Hunt.

“No thank you,” they said.

They knew they’d see all of it. It was a matter of did they want to watch a pie eating contest at the County Fair or not? There was going to be a demonstration of a flat track oval race too that sounded interesting. They all agreed that they wanted to see the horse rubber duck race. That sounded too funny not to see.

The last day was the Light Ride.

It was with light hearts that they made their schedule and took to explore the county during Happy Horse Week. (They had Golden Horseshoes to find!) The first place they had to go was the Silverglade Oval Track ribbon cutting ceremony!

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Loretta shifted her weight on top of her white stallion, the pink of her showjumping jacket setting off her fair complexion. Lily cynically thought that was the reason why the Bobcats colors happened to be pink. Loretta looked good in it. Loretta glanced over at her. “What are you doing here?”

Lily tugged down the sleeves of her own showjumping jacket, light purple. (Thought she’d the option of a dark purple or mulberry color.) “Same as you, I suspect. Claymore Challenge qualifiers.”

Loretta’s eyes widened. “No. No. You can’t. Your clubs are too,” she trailed off.

“Too what? We’ve qualified. We’ve earned the ribbons.” Lily looked down her nose at her. Had Loretta forgotten about the fact that more clubs meant more competition?

“You haven’t been around long enough to train your horses to be competition ready,” Loretta curled her lip. “You’ve been too busy doing other things.”

Lily leaned forward a bit resting her weight on her folded hands. “Not for the last month, month and a half. You don’t want to train for more than a couple hours every day and risk hurting the horse.”

“But you couldn’t have earned enough ribbons.”

Lily smirked at her. “I did.”

“That’s not right.” Loretta frowned.

“Take it up with Herman.” Lily shrugged. She tilted her head.

The Announcer’s voice rang out. “President of the Bobcats, Loretta.”

“You’re up,” Lily told her.

Rattled, Loretta nudged her stallion into a trot to take the arena.

Lily narrowed her eyes and watched. Either Loretta wasn’t as good as she claimed to be or Lily’s appearance as the next competitor after her had truly rattled her. She missed several jumps knocking down the bars.

When Loretta came off the field she looked furious. She stopped her horse by Lily. “If someone like you who isn’t even from Jorvik keeps me from going to the Claymore Challenge again,” she started.

“Again?” Lily raised a brow. “Last I checked the rules, Jorvik citizenship wasn’t required to compete, only belonging to a Riding Club in Jorvik in good standing.”

Loretta sucked her cheeks in and trotted off. “I won’t be defeated.”

Lily watched her go and put a hand on her horse’s neck. “And President of the Silverglade Equestrian Center’s Silver Drakes, Lily,” The Announcer said.

Lily squared her shoulders. She had an event to do. She could wonder who had beat out Loretta last time. Lisa. Linda. Or Anne?

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

#star stable #sso #star stable online #fan fic #jorvik reimagined #star stable salt #happy horse week #loretta isn't learning #silverglade reimagined #completely harmless #many nods to ruth westside

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Surprise

Story under cut. Usual warnings.

"C'mon, get these," Liam orders as he tosses a bundle of white taper candles and holders at Josh, who fumbles as he catches them. "These will have to do. I ain't driving down to Bangor now. And these are the only ones they got."

They were in the candles and fragrance section of Rite-Aid. Standing beside them is Josh's younger sister Christie, decked out in a dark green crop top, denim jacket and skirt, chewing loudly on Skittles candies she boldly ripped open in front of a store employee sweeping the floor. The gangly young man had simply shrugged and kept moving along the aisle, pushing the wrinkled scraps of wrappers and dirt crumbs along the stained and scratched cream tiles.

It was Halloween night, and everyone else was out trick or treating or partying, so the store was almost empty.

"Shouldn't we use black candles? That's what they usually use, right?" Christie pipes up, tucking a tendril of wavy blonde behind her ear.

"They don't have them here, and I don't think we need them." Josh replies as a spiked-haired young man with a septum piercing and cartoonish-looking tattoos emerges from the snacks aisle with three bags of pretzels piled high in his arms.

"Someone's gettin' high tonight." Liam mutters, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his leather jacket as they watch the young man pay the cashier and exit.

"Hey where's Lucas?" Josh queries. "Thought he was coming?"

"Stuck at his girlfriend's. She goes to church and all that and thinks we're all a bunch of heathens." Liam grins, his neck-length greasy hair tumbling over his dark sunken eyes as he continues to scan the shelf, before blowing a sigh throw his nostrils.

"Hope he don't make that uptight bitch my sister-in-law. Would hate to see her every fucking holiday," he pauses. "Yeah, we're done here." he announces as he gives a quick flick of his hand, scarred with cigarette burns, motioning for Josh and Christie to follow him.

As a song by New Kids On The Block starts blaring over the store speakers, Liam sends a taunting grin at Christie as he begins a comical flailing of his limbs in the aisle, weaving his lanky frame, trying to mimic the dance moves of the boy banders.

"Hey, I'm Joey McIntyre. Ain't you into them Christie?" he says as he starts to snap his fingers as he does a shuffle up to her. With a disgusted visage, Christie sticks her palm out, blocking him from coming closer.

"God no," she says, her face looking as if she'd just taken a whiff of the worst-smelling garbage imaginable. "Fucking Greta Keene listens to that shit. Not me."

Greta had taken to hanging out front of Derry Middle School, waiting for Christie, and along with Sally Mueller, started chucking rolled up paper balls, juice boxes and empty soda cans at her as she passed by. She'd been a target since she'd walked in on them tormenting a girl named Beverly Marsh and promptly cussed them out. They then began targeting her. It had become a ritual at this point.

Liam halts his dancing, his mien dropping to a more serious one. "C'mon man." he says, sniffling loudly, running his left index along the thin black mustache that aged him at least ten years. He didn't look like a young man of eighteen, but rather a thirty year old you might see working Derry's seedy bar scene. Compared to Josh's more boyish, youthful appearance with his short dirty blonde hair, stonewashed jeans and Derry High School jacket, they made an odd match in terms of friends.

The young cashier looks nervous as the three approach, with Liam digging into the back pocket of his trousers, presenting some wrinkled up dollar bills and loose change.

"Hey, got money tonight man," Liam gives a leering grin to the cashier, whose cheeks are now flushed a light pink. He nods rapidly as he quickly takes the money from Liam, snatching it from his palm as if worried he might contract a disease by touch.

"See ya'," Liam continues his lurid grinning as he makes a finger gun with his hand, pointing it at the timid cashier, clicking his tongue. "Later dude."

After all three pile into Liam's red Pontiac Firebird, Josh tosses the plastic bag of candles into the backseat beside Christie. As they cruise along Kansas Street. Josh snaps on the radio, with Liam loudly belting out the lyrics as Josh cranks up the volume.

"You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight!" he sings in an deep, exaggerated intonation, sending glances back at Christie over his shoulder. She loudly groans as she slinks down against the backseat.

"Why do you always have to be such a dick?" she sighs as she gazes out at the street lights blurring past. She huffs, folding her arms as he continues his taunting crooning, turning in his seat to face her, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

"Babe, you know, you're growing up so fast, and mama's worrying-"

"No she ain't." Christie sternly cuts in, pushing the plastic bag aside as she shuffles in her seat, kicking the empty beer cans along the tacky floor with the toe of her sneakers. The odor inside the car nauseating her with what she suspected was a combination of weed and vomit.

They pass by a bar with patrons loitering outside. She points.

"Ma is probably in there."

Their mother Melanie certainly wasn't worrying about anything or anyone other than her next lay.

"I hate that fucking song." she adds.

Liam abruptly stops his warbling as they come to a stop in front of their destination; 29 Neibolt Street.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" Liam hits the breaks and leaps out, making his way to the trunk. Throwing it open, he removes a large heavy item, wrapped in a grimey brown cloth, along with a couple of flashlights. Slamming the hood, he approaches Josh and Christie.

"Here it is. It's big enough. We're gonna do this, man. And it's gonna be fuckin' cool!" he exclaims excitedly as he pounces towards the front door of the run-down mansion, long rumored to be a haven for every tweaker in town.

As well as ghosts and the occasional Satanist-a crowd that Liam ran with. It was his idea to come to the most infamous house in Derry to perform a seance. They'd let Christie tag along for the ride.

As Josh duly follows. Christie pauses, holding the plastic bag of candles, staring up at the circular attic window. She remains there, her hazel disks focused on the tenebrous just within the foggy and cracked glass.

She gazes over at the police tape draped along the wrought iron fence that had been torn, a sign that others had trespassed along the property.

"What a shithole." she mumbles beneath her breath.

A pair of large hands violently shove her forward. She nearly falls over, catching herself against the wooden beam of the porch, feeling a pinch against her thumb as a splinter pricks her skin.

"Ow, shit." she gasps as she whirls around, certain that asshole Liam or Josh were pranking her.

But no one.

She quickly runs inside, trying to work the splinter from her flesh, a tear of red blood forms, pushing it out.

"Someone just pushed me," she says as she shuts the rickety old door behind her, trading her gaze between her brother and his friend, trying to decide who was the culprit. She drops the plastic bag to her feet as she snatches up a flashlight, shining it on her finger.

"Maybe it was the ghost!" Liam cackles, his jeering grin a hint that maybe it had been him. Christie glowers at him.

"It's not funny. Someone came up behind me-"

"You just tripped," Josh interjects dismissively. "We were both in here. Liam was with me."

"Yeah," Liam agrees as he switches on his flashlight, aiming it at his face. "I told, you it was the ghost. This place is haunted like a motherfucker. You know by that piano teacher."

"Edna Cotton?" Josh inquires.

"Yep, lived here around 1906," Liam continues, "She was banging Joseph Mueller. He wouldn't leave his wife. So, one day, she invited his wife here for tea- and the wife had no clue about the affair- and then she crept up behind her with an axe and pow!" he swings his arms as if holding an invisible weapon. "Blade went into the back of wifey's skull. They found Edna wondering the streets afterwards, covered in blood. They hanged her a week later. They had to do it quick, since they were afraid the Mueller wife's family and friends would get to her first. "

"Wow." Christie says, her arms scissored around her, feeling a stark chill suddenly pulse through her, goosebumps prickling along her skin. The mention of the Mueller name made her think of Sally.

She glances to the front door.

No, no ghost. Just Liam being a douchebag and tying to scare her. Maybe she did trip. Pushing it out of her mind, she moves to stand by Josh.

"Alright, let's do this," Liam positions himself before the cloaked item, yanking away the material to reveal a large oval-shaped mirror. He traces a callused fingertip along its golden frame. "Mirrors are portals. Gateways."

Josh snatches up the bag of candles and pulls out his lighter, igniting each and lining them up around the mirror. Christie lowers herself to sit on the icy floor.

"Think this will work huh?" Josh queries as he stares at his reflection. Liam nods, keeping his eyes glued to his own.

"Legend has it The Brotherhood of Nineteen used to hold seances here," Liam says. "They also used to do mirror gazing, trying to contact the dead. I read one of them went crazy after he stared at a mirror too long and his reflection morphed into something inhuman, a demonic pigman or something. Now close your eyes."

Liam starts to recite an incantation under his breath, but neither Josh nor Christie can decipher what he's saying. The room is quiet, dark, save for the soft light of the candles.

Christie decides to peek, opening her lids and watching, eyes widening as she sees a pitch black fog that resembles liquid start to spread along the mirror, drowning out their reflections. She inhales sharply at the unexpected sight.

The black fog quickly vanishes as she does so. Liam growls, "Hey what the fuck?"

"I saw something. In the mirror-"

"It was working? Dammit! Don't fuckin' talk! Shit!" Liam hisses as he gives her a murderous glare. Josh places a hand on Christie's shoulder.

"It's okay. Just keep them closed." he offers gently as Liam keeps his intense brown irises on her.

"Again." he states coldly as he turns back to face the mirror, and, once again, recites that indiscernible invocation. Christie keeps her lids squeezed shut. For a moment she heeds Liam's order. But something was telling her to open them again. A tension begins to envelope her tiny frame, her chest tightening, heart thumping against the tightness forming in her throat.

And she looks.

What she sees is not an inky fog cloud this time, but...a clown. Clear as day. His round face outlined by the golden of the candlelight. His pupils two flaming smooth yellow rings. His grin is trimmed in dark red stripes that cut across his white cheeks. The most startling thing of all are his teeth; sharp and pointy, like a demon out of the horror movies.

"Oh my God!" Christie shrieks as she scrambles away on her hands and knees, coming to a stop near the staircase.

"Fucking Hell!" Liam roars as he bolts up. "You can't take her anywhere! Fuck!"

"What is it?" Josh crawls over to his terrified sister, her gaze on the mirror, bottom lip trembling as she leans her weight against her palms. The weird clown face has vanished from the glass.

"There was something in the mirror. A face in the mirror. Like...a clown's face." Christie breathes, her voice dripping with panic, her chest heaving rapidly. Liam gives a disgusted scoff, his hands on his hips as he hangs his head, shaking it.

"Can't bring her anywhere," he grumbles. "A fucking clown? What the fuck even?"

Wham! Wham! Wham!

A pounding starts from beneath the floor. Continuous, growing louder. More ominous. Even Liam looks startled at this. Josh eyes the floorboards, eyebrows knotted as he wraps an arm around Christie.

"Sounds like it's coming from the basement." he offers.

"Gee, ya' think so huh?" Liam states sarcastically as he stares downwards for a fleeting moment before he grabs up a flashlight and storms towards the kitchen in the direction of the basement door. "Probably some fuckin' crackhead. If it is, they're going to get their ass beat. I'm not in the mood for this shit."

Josh follows, with Christie close behind, her finger clasping the hem of Josh's black and orange high school jacket. Liam and Josh both charge down the basement steps, flashlight beams searching along the dusty warped steps. They both pause halfway down to glance at the darkness, a runnel of moonlight is cutting through the cracked and stained basement window.

"Who the fuck is here man?" Liam shouts as he keeps the light pointedly on the well, holding his forearm against the lower half of his face to shield against the odor of rotting wood. There is no answer, only the aged pulley that dangles over the well entrance begins to squeak as it swings, ever so slightly.

"What is-" Josh begins before he's cut off by the basement door slamming. He and and Liam bolt back up the steps.

"Hey Christie, the fuck you doing? Open it," Josh pounds on the door. "Hey! Open!"

Then, in between flesh striking the wood, they hear it. A loud bubbling growl emitting from the dark of the basement corner. Josh halts his pounding as he and Liam both turn their attention on the well.

Rising up from beneath is a creature, humanoid in appearance, save for its face. Its features were only somewhat visible in the dim light of the room. The blue-white moonlight gleamed along the tusks protruding out from its snarled and twisted mouth. It gave another growl, a snarl mixed with a squeal.

Like a pig. Its eyes were like two burning balls above its snout, devoid of any pupils, pointedly on both of them. The odd ruby stripes down its cheeks distort as it continues to snarl.

"Shit, the fuck is that?" Josh manages, grabbing Liam's elbow. The young man remains frozen, seemingly hypnotized by the creature's blazing corneas. Josh violently shoves him aside to resume frantically banging on the door.

"Christie! Open it! There's something fuckin' in here man! Open it!" he shouts, not removing his sight from the pig-like monster. "Fuckin' open you little bitch!"

Suddenly, the beast is behind them, moving with lightning speed at the bottom of the steps. Liam screams as it yanks him down by the ankles, he flails backwards, landing with a loud thud and a groan.

The beast then speedily leaps up and tackles Josh, the front of his skull cracks against the door. He falls to the ground, with the beast's demonic swine features becoming more blurry as he's rendered barely conscious, he feels the bopping of his head along the steps as he is dragged down the stairs.

"Hello, goodbye." the monster growls before it tears into Josh's throat, with Liam still knocked cold beside him.

Outside the door, Christie is staring blankly at it, hearing nothing. Just a stark silence. Her mind is hollow. Numb.

Christie.

A maniacal giggle follows.

Christie.

Another giggle.

She slowly turns around, looking up to the second floor balcony. Without giving much thought to what she was doing, she saunters up the steps, still hearing a soft insidious giggling amid the creaks of her soles along the wood. She comes to a halt in front of an open door to a room filled with clown dolls.

In the corner is a dark-haired woman seated on a rocking chair, facing the stained glass windows. On her lap, one of the clown dolls wearing a yellow and blue outift, with orange pom poms down its front. Its large eyes were turned downwards, and for a fleeting moment, Christie could swear she sees it blink.

"He said he loved me." the woman offers quietly. Christie sucks in a deep breath, her mouth becoming dry, a thump thickens in her throat. Her heart races against her rib cage.

"Who?" Christie squeaks as the woman suddenly turns to look at her. Christie's heart now feels as if it could stop beating completely at the sight she sees.

The woman's face is but a half-skeleton, bits of flesh dangling from her chin, her eyelids non-existent, leaving her bloodshot eyeballs exposed like two small moons. Her irises like black holes. As she rises, the front of her dress comes into view, caked in dark dried blood.

"He said he wanted me!" she screams as she presents an axe, splattered with blood streaks. Christie screams hysterically, falling against the door as the woman comes at her. The giggling starts again, and Christie, to her utter shock and horror watches as the clown doll that was sitting on the woman's lap becomes animated, moving on its own. It painted features now drawn into an evil glare.

All the dolls in the room were moving, waving their hands and giggling. A chorus of laughter chases after Christie as she takes off down the hallway, the insane woman following behind. She can hear the axe cutting through the chilly air as the woman swings it at her, barely missing Christie's back.

She bounds down the stairs, almost stumbling, grasping the shoddy railing, cobwebs catching along her fingers. She runs to the front door, jiggling the handle, finding its stuck-or locked.

There's no time to comprehend which, the crazed woman is coming for her. Only now, she has red stripes down her cheeks along the rotted flesh and bone. Christie dodges the swinging axe, making a play back up the stairwell. Still in shock, she holds in another scream, concentrating on finding refuge, running inside a room with a large leather chair, desk with a single lamp that was aglow, vintage record player and coffee table.

Inside, after she has closed the door and locked it. She stands, tears coursing down her beet red cheeks, a headache throbbing through her skull. Her whole body is trembling uncontrollably as she sinks to the floor, holding her knees, rocking.

If she could get to Josh. Or even asshole Liam would do.

Somebody. Anybody.

She remains in the same position for a few minutes, sniffling, tense, as she keeps her attention on the door, until she hears a crackling sound as the old dusty record player begins to play;

'You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight.'

When the verse plays a second time, the needle begins skipping, the phrase, "What's your price" repeating on a loop. Christie tightly covers her ears, tucking her head down.

"What's your price?" the man in the red truck asks Melanie, whose leaning against the door. They're in the driveway of Melanie's house, and it's just after midnight.

"Whatever you got-" Melanie says in between her loud gum chewing. The man then nods behind her.

"Hey, we got company." he mutters. Melanie turns to see Christie in her pale lavender nightgown, clutching her Raggedy Ann doll.

"Mommy...?"

"Get your ass back in bed!" Melanie roars as she stalks towards her, pushing her up the porch steps.

Christie darts up, screaming as she runs at the record player, knocking it to the ground, stomping the shiny black of the record, smashing and cracking it. She continues to angrily pummel it with her soles, kicking the pieces aside. Her fury does nothing to drown out the forest of giggles she hears as she does so.

"Who is there?" she asks forcefully, feeling a new strength come over her. Her anger, her fear, were now colliding, blending, erupting in a powerful adrenaline rush.

She was done with this crap.

"Who the fuck are you?! Where's my brother, you fuckers?!"

The voices quiet, hushing each other, trying to hold in their mocking cackling. The room is dark save for the tiny lamp, and the only thing she can make out are the feet of her assailants moving stealthily along the shadows of the corners of the room. Charily, they begin to present themselves, each clown doll stepping forward, each one different than the last, tall, short, inching out into the weak light. Their giggling starts up again.

"No," Christie gives a small shake of her head. "No, this isn't real. You're just a dream. You're the pizza and ice cream I gorged on last night. I must have fallen asleep in the car. Because this isn't real."

This instantly silences them. They all glance to each other, their worn and aged features almost looking...scared. Or worried.

"I wouldn't say that. You'll make him mad..." offers the one who was perched on the lap of the crazed woman with the axe.

She wasn't real either. Just a ghost. A junk food-induced hallucination.

Christie, the emotionally intelligent girl that she is, now decided to wield her new power.

"You're not real. You're not fucking real." she points a taunting finger. "You're just imaginary. Just stupid dolls. I'm not scared of fucking dolls!" she finishes, almost laughing as she brings her fingers up to her mouth.

The room then starts to rumble, like an earthquake. The dolls all clamor back to the shadows, seemingly disappearing into the ratted and torn wallpaper. One utters an audible, "Uh-oh," as they vanish from sight. Accompanying the thunderous shaking is a raspy roar, echoing around Christie as she runs to the room's door, flinging it open, instantly being met with the axe woman.

"You're not real!" Christie shouts defiantly, the woman shrinks back, lowering her axe. Christie takes the opportunity to then jump down the stairs, the edge of her sneaker catching on a piece of broken railing that is protruding from a step and tumbles, flying down the stairwell, landing at the bottom and rolling to the center of the living room. She remains there, until she opens her lids, feeling the warmth of the sun upon her color drained features. She gradually raises her head, before she pushes herself up and heads to the door. Stepping out in the brightness of daylight, embracing the warmth, she makes her way home, just a block away.

Standing in the bathroom of her bedroom, she observes her tired features.

It had been a dream. A very vivid one. But a dream nonetheless.

Josh and Liam had left her there clearly, not that Josh hadn't abandoned her before. He would normally not have done that, but Liam's influence was strong. Maybe when she passed out during that silly little seance Liam wanted to do. Or maybe in the car ride. But, didn't she see something? She could have sworn she did. In the mirror. Or was that part of the dream too?

Oh well. Whatever happened, she was home now. Josh would turn up sooner or later. He was probably off smoking weed with Liam.

Assholes. Both of them.

She switches on the tap, gently splashing her face with cold water. She opens the medicine cabinet to retrieve the aspirin. She shuts it, and in the reflection, standing right behind her are Josh and Liam. She screams as she takes in their bloody and chewed facial features, Liam grinning his mocking leering grin. Just as the aspirin bottle hits the floor, she jolts awake.

Awake. Cold. Head pounding as she lay on the floor of Neibolt at the bottom of the stairs. She groggily lifts her aching body up, moaning in pain, placing her palm to her forehead. She lets out a defeated whimper as she sits, gazing around as the oval mirror that still sat leaning against the wall begins to roll out in front of her. Christie gasps, keeping her eyes on it as it comes to a halt a few feet away from her. Her heavy breathing is audible as she stares at it.

The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, her reflection fading as a massive white gloved hand emerges from the watery silver, wiry fingers wiggling, deep, rasping chuckles drifting out along with it as the ruffled sleeve of the hand appears. Then a bulbous head topped with fiery orange tufts of hair. Christie's mouth is agape, her eyes bulged as she tries to inch away from Pennywise, who has now pulled his entire upper torso out of the mirror, bells jingling. Leaning on his fists, he grins, those familiar stripes distorting as he sneers,

"Time to float," he growls before his features darken. "You are scared now, aren't you?" he loudly sniffs the air. "Yes, you are. Real, delectable fear."

He crawls out a little further, his visage becoming more irate, saliva strings dangling from his lips. "What a shithole." he says, mimicking Christie's voice.

Crippled with fear, Christie begins to scoot away, a tearful grimace forming, her legs kicking along the floor, before Pennywise's hand shoots out, coiling around her ankle.

Christie shrieks as he drags her towards him as he retreats back into the mirror. With a flash of light, the surface is normal again, save for a few small orange electric bolts shivering along the glass.

As the mirror tips back over, the faint sounds of giggling begins, filling the rooms of the house.

#pennywise #fanfiction #fanfiction art #it #neibolt

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WhatsApp? Part 8. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N:  @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory thank you for reblogging! I notice every note and reblog you left me, babez! But I have a seriously hard time responding even to my own gf at the time, bcs I'm in the more depressed mood. Sorry.

Word count: 2 K 

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95

Read the rest here: Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five  Part Six  Part seven

If you like to have your readings in order :):  H E R E  

The big evening finally came. Every one of you was in the backstage, listening to some stand-up comedian. He truly was hilarious.

It was simple - there was a hall full of people who had bought the tickets in pre-order. All of that money went to a charity. Then they could give more money if they wanted to the lady by the ticket station. After every show, the hall cleared out and people with tickets on the next show sat at the tables, ordered some drinks and waited for it to start. Some shows had twenty minutes, but there were other people, who had five minutes lasting shows as you were.

There were even people from the Marina present, those who were voted to take the check from Tony Stark himself as well. And they looked like they had a hella good time.

"I will sit next to you, would you mind?" - Deena said, already sitting down. You scooped a bit further to make some place for her ass. Then the both of you turned your heads to look at the guy performing. You both laughed. There was some singers, some bands, some other Charity workers - there was basically everyone. You even got a bit too excited when you saw Pepper freaking Potts sitting at the table in the back of the hall next to Happy Hogan.

Through the whole evening, you texted with Steve. You told him every of your itsy bitsy feelings and he was so kind that he has listened to you all the time. Meanwhile, girls have done your make-up and your hair, so you looked like a real lady coming straight from the forties.

May's hair was the hardest do make - she had a long, strong hair and she has a hell lot of them, which made it almost impossible to do. Yet she was now standing behind you on her high heels, looking definitely breathtaking.

Y/N: Never realizes that there will be so many people out here! I'm getting pretty nervous, handsome.

Steve: Do not freak out. It is going to be completely fine. We are here out with Bucky and Sam, pouring down some drinks. We are looking forward to your performance, girls. We truly do.

Y/N: Yeah, looking forward to seeing me killing somebody else?

Steve: Stop it. You will be great. And you will not convince me otherwise. And I will be there to see all of it.

That made you smile. Steve was the mental and emotional support to you every step you made and every breath you took, just like in that The Police song. When you felt insecure about you looking fat, Steve reminded you of how blown away he was just with the way you looked in that costume. When you thought that your make-up and your hair is too much, Steve texted back that you'll be beautiful to him no matter how much you'll put on.

He truly was trying to make every one of your little insecurities go away and he was doing a great job.

"He's somewhere out here tonight?" - Deena asked all of a sudden. She and Val took some really sultry sapphic photos before that and you were sure that they'll be used when you'll recap your whole year on the office Christmas party. They both looked sexy as hell, Deena even went so far she had shortened her skirt and wear her super push-up bra to make her cleavage more visible.

"Not at the moment, but he'll be. Yeah." - You nodded with a shy smile of a nervous girl. It was so strange, knowing that Steve will be there, checking out each of your moves with his bros.

You never showed him your face, but daily life pics became a next step between for the two of you. When you were at work, you took a simple headless selfie in the bathroom mirror, at lunch you photographed your food and you also sent him a photo of you in your PJ, doing a routine movie watching with some popcorn and Coke.

Steve, on the other hand, was a serious piece of cake. You drooled and you didn't even realize that your mouth was wet all over from your own saliva.

To say that Steve was buffed as fuck was a serious understatement. He was ripped like a Greek god. Maybe even they were nothing on his body. His usual daily selfie was a mirror one with him having a white, usually sweaty t-shirt and grey work out sweats. There was usually a bottle of water included. Sometimes he snapped a quick picture of him getting ready. Once you even felt your heart-stopping because of the sight of his collar bones and shoulders in a work out tank top.

At that moment, you were ready to call yourself some good ol' ambulance, because your eyes were drowning at that sight. He was a guy with a naturally sweet nature, so huge and ripped and yet somehow he hadn't found a girlfriend to be with. You couldn't comprehend.

Before meeting him on WhatsApp, you didn't believe in fucking miracles - but here he was and he seemed to be into you. You were hella out of your mind.

Yep. You had gotten off because of those pictures. Once or twice. But that was not your fault at all. You were a woman, someone who had their specific needs. That's just how it was. And Steve seriously was someone who even Val found seriously attractive.

Girls from the office were obsessed all over you two - sometimes, Deena and Suzie sang that you're in love and you answered that you're not. Which obviously became a really dramatic I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. But yeah. Just to be honest, you were all over the fucking place bevause of him. Which happened never ever before. And you haven't even met that man at the time. It was really fucking weird. It felt like his face isn't important to you - you knew him. That's what mattered.

"Do you think you'll be able to see him? Like a sixth sense? It would be as exciting as the end of the Titanic." - Deena sighed dreamily. You frowned at that.

"If you think that the death of basically 60% of the passengers was exciting... You do you I guess." - You answered with a strange expression on your face. 

“Hey. You have that sexy hunk just waiting for every word you want to write to him and not each of us has the opportunity to have that. Some of us just develop a simple crush on Leo DiCaprio. Did you even see that little angelic baby in that movie? Jeez.” - Deena giggled. When she started, she was deadly serious, but in the end, she was laughing. 

But she was totally clear about her crush on Leo. She even had a collection of t-shirts with Leos face on it. But she was all truthful - not everyone finds someone like you found Steve. All it took was a couple of coincidences and there you were.

“But it's nice. Men like that remind you that gentlemen are not a dead thing yet, even now.” - She leaned her shoulder into yours, smiling all happily. - “But I am a bit jealous about all of that, not gonna lie.” 

Your head slowly bobbed and you leaned your forehead into khaki green cap masterly pinned into her hair with some pinnets. She was looking all good. 

And she was right per se. Steve was truly something the others could be only possibly jealous of. And you should be really, really glad for him

And your gratefulness was the thing that made you all nervous about him being present while you do a total asshat in front of anybody else. 

The time flew past you without you barely noticing. There were two other performers in the line in front of your office, and at the next moment, May was gripping your elbow and lead you to the moral hooray before you actually went to the stage. She was probably the best motivational speaker you ever heard, those men and women with courses were nothing on May Parker.

“Okay ladies, I am sincerely proud of you for not being afraid and actually doing all of this. I can't even express how happy I am that I found so many amazing women to do something like that with me. You're all looking flawless, pretty and lovely and I know we will nail the choreography because we worked hard almost every evening for the past few months, we will nail it. And now stand up and let's kick the others their asses!” - May yelled cheerfully. Every one of you clapped, those who had the need to express themselves louder, those cheerfully blew a whistle for May. 

You feel a little confident - nothing too much harsh, nothing too big, but at least you felt positive about yourself when you took your chair and walked onto the stage.

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“Can you feel the tension in the air? Something's coming.” - Sam nudged Bucky's side with his elbow. Bucky just gave him an ice-cold look and took his another beer from Sam's palm. 

Steve made Sam take the tickets from the lady sitting behind the counter with all highschool girl nervousness - he was able to almost kill Sam when he joked about leaving the tickets on the counter. He was super nervous, super curious, almost not able to keep the feelings contained inside. 

Their small group walked into one of the back tables with a clear view - you tried to take the best places which will be basically on the distance of a stretched arm. It was also close to the bar, which was some great news for Sam. 

“Just jokin', Mr. Grumpy. I'm kinda curious about that girl. You plan on showing us or you will keep a secret?” - Sam sat on the other side of Bucky, taking a strong swing of his beer. 

“Probably a secret. It would not be fair for you to know her face before she knows mine.” - Steve giggled and crawled deeper into his hood. He was worse than Natasha when she was on her missions, just tried to keep his identity in secret, but that was extremely hard because of how enormous he was. 

“Like if birdbrain knew what intimacy or privacy is.” - Bucky said with an ironic tone of voice which made Sam frown as hell again. 

“Well excuse me, but I know today's world more than you two will ever have the chance to. Don't try to make me angry, 'cause you can lose your biggest guide just like dat.” - Sam said with all serious face, but every one of them knew that he's shitting them. 

Y/N: Okay, it's here. Wish me luck, cross your fingers, do whatever the hell you want, but enjoy it.

A text came just short second before all the lights turned down and Steve curiously wiggled on his chair with an expression of a small child. And at that moment, a serious load of ladies in forties female formal clothes came out of the curtains with chairs in their hands. And even tho he couldn't see the shirt you had under your uniform, at that moment, he exactly knew which one of them is you.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #mcu #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #steve rogers imagine

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Missing Attendance

TITLE: Missing Attendance

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Oneshot

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re an introvert living in Stark Tower with the Avengers. You don’t like parties or alcohol very much, so you always try to get out of going to the parties that Tony always throws, but he usually drags you to them. Until one day when you find out that Loki doesn’t like going to them either. He uses his magic and tricks to hide both of you from the others so they can’t force you to go. The two of you spend the time together reading, talking, and doing whatever you guys want instead of being stuck at the party.

RATING:  Teen

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I tried really hard to make it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it. Sibling, bestfriends type relationship. Loki and y/n skip a party to read and set up pranks.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Y/n was sitting reading the last book in their favorite series. They knew not to start reading the book this morning due to a party in the evening. Either way this book was not being set down easily.

"Are you getting ready?"

With a heavy sigh y/n tore their eyes away from the book to look at Nat. "I really don't want to go."

Natasha smirked, "Well the party is in 2 hours, gonna sit there and read even if your crush is going to be there tonight?"

Y/n hissed at Natasha, "shut up!"

Loki stopped behind the wall to listen about y/n's crush. He just didn't understand how they were attracted to the idiots they deemed worthy. Loki went into the room to get what he needed then went to relax. He dressed in his evening attire and went back into the living room with a book. 

Wrapped in a blanket was y/n with the same book, still in their PJs.

Loki stood and asked, "Are you wearing that to the party?"

Without looking y/n pouted, "I really don't want to go."

"Are you sure? That tech person you are fond of is going to be there." Loki smiled at the quick turn of their head.

"How do you know?!"

"I know everything. Are you sure you want to stay here?"

Y/n waved the book now half way through. "I didn't finish this, so I am sure. Also stay out of my romantic life."

Loki leaned back on the couch with his book. "What are best friends for?"

Y/n huffed. "You only say that when it is convenient."

"When else is a good time?"

It was quiet as y/n sat in thought and looked at Loki starting a new book. "How are you going to go to the party if you start a new book?"

"Easy. I'm not going." Loki spoke as a clone stood in the middle of the livingroom.

An idea sparked. "Hey best friend."

Loki rolled his eyes. "You only say that when you want something."

"Make me a clone so I can stay here."

Loki smirked, "Only if you really don't want to go & would rather read all night"

"Im sure."

With a cocky tone Loki stated. "I get to make your decisions for the night."

The idea was scary but y/n nodded.

Loki made a clone of them and made them exchange some friendly conversation about going to the party then left once stated they were ready. Y/n watched as they walked and moved and seemed so real. It was kind of scary how lifelike they were.

Y/n had to speak about the odd thoughts in their head concerning their own illusion. "I thought your Illusions weren't able to be touched. What happens when someone wants to dance?"

Nonchalantly Loki spoke. "Special spell. Besides you have danced with my clone before."

"Really? That's weird." Y/n muttered.

"I thought you wanted to read."

"I do. So you never went to a party?"

"Not in this physical form."

Y/n smiled and got into their book once again. 

In almost two hours in silence y/n finished the book.

Loki glanced at y/n that was seemingly happy as they took their book and left. It wasn't long for y/n to come back with a prank book.

"We should set up some pranks."

"Excuse me? You know I am going to get blamed."

"Yep. Now I was thinking the traditional water bucket for Tony's bedroom. For Steve we should do silly string, his American colors, of course. Clint and Natasha we could try to get them to set off a foot activated thing because I highly doubt anything is actually going to work on them. Bruce… and Thor…"

"Give me that book."

Y/n sat beside him excitedly as they flipped through the book for a funny one for Thor's room.

Y/n laughed, "We could put green dye into Bruce's hair wash."

Loki grinned. "How about the body wash too?"

Y/n squealed in laughter as they agreed.

Loki frowned, "I am not so sure a string activated red dust is going to go well with Natasha. If any of them would think about killing us. Natasha wouldn't stop at just thinking."

"You are right...So we set up a way she is going to notice."

They set up the pranks.

Tony was a water bucket in his doorway. Pepper was gone on a business trip so y/n and Loki were safe.

Steve had a silly string trap set up in his bathroom medicine cabinet.

Bruce's shower stuff was set up with green dye.

Clint had duct tape set up at his height in his bathroom doorway.

Natasha had a waist high golden string set up that would dump red glitter all over her.

Thor… poor Thor had his bathroom completely booby trapped, set to leak on him then after he was all wet feathers would fall onto him once he ran out of the bathroom.

Loki groaned from the couch.

"Really?" Loki eyed y/n with a disgusted face. "Natasha stated that the person at the desk has a crush on you. And you used to like them too."

Y/n scoffed. "Took them long enough."

"You have horrible tastes. I don't want anyone to date you."

Y/n defended themselves. "They are really nice!"

 "I still don't wanna be related to them"

"Is that an official declaration of sibling hood?"

"Of course. Don't change the subject- you are not getting with anyone without my consent."

"Pft. Whatever."

"Little brat."

"Asshole."

"Tsk tsk. Language it's not nice."

"You are one to talk about nice? What about those pranks???"

"Gotta uphold god of Mischief title."

Y/n looked at Loki before getting on the opposite side of his couch. Laying down and cuddling under the blanket too.

Y/n was about to fall asleep when Loki started to laugh.

"What?"

"All of the traps worked."

"Natasha?"

"Well… yes. Now go to sleep so it looks like you haven't felt good."

Loki pushed them down with an explanation that he had the clones come back because they were sick.

Y/n pretended to be asleep but eventually did with a huge smile on their face even though they knew what kind of yelling would be happening in the morning.

However when y/n woke up they went to the kitchen for breakfast. Loki stood by the stove and cooked. Everyone looked at y/n and laughed.

Y/n looked around. "What? Whats wrong?"

Steve gestured to y/n. "Loki? Really, the kid too?"

Y/n ran to the nearest reflective surface and seen their face was written on with marker.

Loki smiled, "what is an older brother for?"

#loki #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #missing attendance

[thefemalethatwrites]

Canary Arrow (Jason Todd x Reader) Part 1

Request: No

Prompt: You come back from the future with Impulse (Bart Allen)

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader, Father! Green Arrow/Oliver Queen x Daughter! Reader, Mother! Black Canary/Dinah Lance x Daughter! Reader

Warning: Cursing, Death, Mentions of Death, Torture, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 4212

A/N: I think I may have gone overboard with this one but my fingers wouldn’t stop typing, so I had to spilt it into two parts. Anyway enjoy, and please request.

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(Y/N)’s POV

I fired an arrow into the back of the attacker’s skull,

“You killed him!” Bart exclaimed,

“You’re welcome” I say as I pulled the arrow out, “Admin, give me the status!” I ordered through the com as I smacked another attacker around the face with my bow,

“It’s at 98%” Admin replied,

“Titan!” I yelled gaining his attention, “You alright to handle this?” I asked mentioning the remaining attackers,

“Go” He said as he charged the group of attackers,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us down to the basement,

“I’ve told you a thousand times not to carry me like that Allen!” I scolded as I pulled myself from his arms,

“It’s the fastest way for us to travel without you getting whiplash” He explained, I rolled my eyes

“A minute left Canary” Admin announced, Red Hood approached me

“Keep them all safe for me” I say,

“Like they’re my own family” She said before she tackled me with a hug, “Stay safe (Y/N)” She whispered,

“You’re the one in more danger, Lian” I sighed pulling away from her, she chuckled

“Say hi to younger me, that way I’ll know you got there safe” She demanded,

“Canary, Allen it’s ready” Admin said, I approached Admin who had tears in his eyes

“Give them hell amigo” I say,

“Don’t I always” He smirked, I ruffled his hair earning a groan,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us through the machine, we arrived and was met by Kid-flash, Robin, Nightwing and Beast-boy, “We’re here!” Bart announced, I pulled myself from Bart’s hold and smack him over the head before he began running around the place

“Impulse, I like it” He said and gushed about how ‘crash’ everything was, as KF, Robin and BB were trying to catch him

“Nightwing, on your right in three, two, one” I say and he barged Bart off his feet and cuffed “Don’t even think about coming near me with them things” I say as Robin came towards me with cuffs in his hands,

“It’s precaution” He stated,

“And so’s this arrow that’s about to go through your skull” I threatened as I aimed at him,

“Keep a close eye on her” Nightwing ordered as he left the room, I retracted the bow string and relaxed as Nightwing came back with a glass of water,

“Coming from the future must have been thirst work. Would you like a drink?” He offered, Bart accepted

“Such a Dick Grayson move” I smirked,

“You know?” He asked

“Yep. Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, Tim Drake, aka Robin, Garfield Logan, aka Beast-boy, and Wally West, aka Kid-flash” I say,

“And you are?” Wally asked as he came over to me,

“(Y/N) (L/N), also known as the Canary Arrow. Then we’ve got Bartholomew Allen the second-”

“Bart Allen!” He yelled cutting me off, I narrowed my eyes at him,

“Grandson of Bartholomew Allen the first, aka the Flash” I introduced before the system announced someone was coming into the base, so Bart phased out of his cuffs and took off running, he was closely followed by Garfield and Wally chasing him, I sat down and twirled an arrow around in my hand as I watched Dick track Bart, “He’s heading to Central City to meet Barry” I state gaining both of their attention,

“Haven’t you got someone you want to meet? Parents?” Dick asked,

“My parents are dead to me” I scoffed,

“Oh…” He trailed off,

“Aren’t you going to tell Bruce or any other Justice League members of this conundrum?” I asked.

“We can handle this ourselves” Kaldur said as he entered the room,

“Hey Waterboy’s joined the party” I mocked,

“It’s Aqua-lad” He stated

“Oh, I know. I just like to piss off; the Justice League, Young Justice, Teen Titans, Outlaws” I point out,

“And you’re still alive?” Tim asked,

“No I’m a figment of your imaginations, of course I’m still alive because none of you bums can catch me in the future” I bragged, Dick sighed

“We may have to get Batman involved with this one” He said mentioning me, I stopped twirling the arrow and put it away before standing up,

“Shall we go?” I asked

“Robin you stay here. I’ll drop her off at the Cave” Dick ordered as he led me towards the Zeta tube, we went through and arrived in the Bat-cave,

“Nightwing” Alfred greeted,

“She knows Alfred. This is the Canary Arrow, (Y/N) (L/N), she’s from the future” Dick introduced me as he put me inside the holding cell, “Could you keep an eye on her until Bruce comes back?” Dick asked,

“Of course” He answered as Dick went back through the Zeta tube,

“He doesn’t trust me, does he?” I asked,

“Not in the slightest. But I wouldn’t blame him since you’re not giving him your real name” He answered, I dropped my bow and arrows on the bed,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Alfred. I’ve given him my name” I say,

“Canary Arrow? That makes me think that you’re a protégé of the Black Canary and the Green Arrow. Miss Queen” He said, I glared at him before kicking the door open, 

“I’m not a Queen. Not anymore” I growled as I stood in front of him, “You tell a soul who I am, you’ll end up with arrows as eyes. Understood?” I threatened,

“Your secret is safe with me” he said seeming un-phased by my threat,

“You’re not scared” I say tilting my head,

“I haven’t been scared of death for a while” He stated, I hummed and went back into the cell,

“You can go back to your duties Alfred, I won’t leave” I sighed as I sat on the bed, static filled my ear making me raise an eyebrow

“Red...too many…No!” Admin’s voice rang through my com, my eyes widened

“Admin? Red? Can you hear me?” I asked,

“Canary? I thought you went to the past?” Lian asked,

“I am. The com’s still working, what’s going on?” I reply,

“Press the button on your com, you’ll see what I’m seeing” Admin said, I did so, and my eyes widened at the scene, they were being swarmed by the attackers,

“Surrender or die!” Someone ordered as Titan was brought forward,

“Haven’t you heard who we are? We’re Misfits, we fight until death” Titan said as he broke free of their grip and fought against them, his nape was slice revealing his natural form inside,

“Arron…” I whispered,

“I’m sorry Canary. Thanks for giving me a family” He said before his throat was sliced,

“No!” Lian yelled as she fired multiple of bomb arrows at the attackers,

“Lian pull back! That’s an order!” I yelled as she was getting surrounded, “Admin, get her out of there!” I ordered as her bow was kicked from her hands and she was restrained and brought in front of the leader, Admin was quick to move as he took down most of the attackers but stopped dead in his tracks and looked down to see a dagger in his chest,

“Admin!” Lian screamed,

“I’m sorry, Canary” He whispered,

“No, you did your best Alexandro. I couldn’t be prouder. Until we meet again amigo” I smiled, he looked up towards Lian who had a pistol aimed at her head,

“You’ll die like the rest of your pathetic friends” The leader growled,

“I’ll see you soon, Canary” She smiled before the trigger was pulled and she dropped to the floor, I pulled the com out of my ear and smashed it, I stood up and punched the cell wall while letting out a frustrated scream, which amplified to a canary cry shattering the glass,

“Dick informed me that we had a guest, I didn’t expect them to be a meta though, a strong one at that” Bruce said making me turn around to see him and Alfred stood there,

“I didn’t hear you come in” I say picking my arrows and bow up,

“You were talking to someone” He stated,

“My team from the future. My com was still hooked up to them and well…yeah” I sighed,

“It’s fine. Are you alright?” Bruce asked, I nodded

“Other than feeling a little pissed off, yeah” I say as I followed him to the computer,

“So, your name’s (Y/N) (L/N)?” He questioned, I sighed

“No, it’s (Y/N) Queen, daughter of Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance, but go by (Y/N) (L/N) since I disowned them” I explained, he nodded

“(Y/N) (L/N), it is. And you go by Canary Arrow” He said as he filled out a file on the computer,

“Correct” I comment,

“You have a Canary cry, any other superpowers or abilities?” He asked,

“Self-healing abilities” I answered, he raised an eyebrow, so I took a bat-rang off him and cut the palm of my hand, only for it to heal up moments later.

“One less person I have to stitch up” Alfred commented making me chuckle before a signal popped up on screen,

“The Outlaws? I don’t have time for these” Bruce growled,

“I can deal with them” I state, the two of them turned to me “You’re busy, I can deal with them, don’t worry, I won’t kill them. It could mess up the future if I do” I say,

“Alfred guide her through the com, I need to get back to the Justice League” Bruce ordered as he handed me a com, I placed it in my ear and headed over to the motorcycle,

“Send me the co-ordinates” I say before setting off out, I arrived at the location and heard the gunshots and explosions inside,

“Are they there still, Miss?” Alfred asked,

“Yeah, they are, and making a lot of noise. Y’know, you don’t have to call me ‘Miss’, Canary’s just fine Alfred” I say as I scaled the building,

“If you wish, I’ll call you that” He replied, I sat on the edge of the building as the Outlaws were finishing up, they all gathered in the middle and began conversating,

“Well, I must say, I’m impressed” I called down still hiding in the shadows, they all went into defensive mode making me chuckle.

“Show yourself!” Red Hood yelled,

“Not yet. Now, who’ve we got here; Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, aka Starfire, Roy Harper aka Speedy-”

“It’s Arsenal!” He yelled cutting me off, I restrained myself from laughing,

“God, I’ve missed pissing you off” I smirked as I jumped off of the roof, “And finally, Jason Todd, aka Red Hood” I say,

“How do you know us?!” Jason yelled,

“I’m an acquaintance from the future” I explained as I stalked them still in the shadows,

“Star, light them up” Jason ordered and seconds later Kori was shooting her beams into every shadowy place to the eye, I fired an arrow at her and covered her body, minus her head, in ice

“You, my flaming friend need to chill out” I say as I came out of the shadows,

“She’s hot” Roy commented making me cringe,

“Please don’t say that. You’re Lian’s dad” I say which earned him aiming at me,

“How do you know of her?!” He questioned, I sighed resting a hand on my hip,

“Do you not listen? I’m from the future, your daughter; Lian Harper, was the closest person I had to a friend” I say, he shot the arrow that narrowly missed my face, I glared at him as I felt the cut heal, his face dropped

“Please tell me that someone else saw that” He pleaded.

“No, I did too” Jason said,

“Who are you?” Kori asked,

“Canary Arrow” I introduced as I shattered the ice covering her body,

“Canary! Do you copy?!” Bruce yelled in my ear,

“Ow. Was they any need to yell?!” I snap,

“You weren’t answering, plus Impulse told your parents about you” He said,

“Allen did what?!” I growled as I made my way back towards the bike,

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Jason yelled,

“To kick my cousins ass. I’ll find you again to chat” I answered as I drove back to the Cave, I got in and was greeted by the Justice league, “Where is he?” I growled as I walked towards them,

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. Y’know how I talk and I don’t shut up-” Bart was cut off by me punching him,

“You’re about to die here Allen, say your goodbyes” I growled,

“(Y/N) please” he begged as he used his speed to avoid my attacks, I growled and tripped him up with my bow and held it against his throat,

“(Y/N), that’s enough” Oliver ordered as he placed a hand on my shoulder,

“Oliver, bad idea” Barry said before I knocked him on to his knees and strangled him with my bow,

“Ollie” Dinah said he cover his ears as she used her canary cry towards me, I retaliated with my own canary cry, the other members held their ears groaning in pain as they fell to their knees, eventually my cry over-powered hers and she fell to the floor, I stopped and kicked Oliver to the ground beside her,

“(Y/N), they’re your parents!” Bart exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet,

“No they’re not!” I snapped turning to him,

“I see she has your cry and style” Oliver groaned,

“And your fighting style” Dinah replied as they all got to their feet,

“Trust me, I can do more than shoot an arrow” I scoffed,

“Show me” She demanded,

“How old’s Connor?” I asked,

“Three” She answered,

“I’m not fighting you” I state,

“Why? Scared?” She taunted, I rolled my eyes

“Because you’re four months pregnant with myself” I answered, her eyes widened

“But I haven’t-”

“You never did experience morning sickness or the mood-swings or me kicking your insides” I explained cutting her off,

“I…” She trailed off,

“What happened to you for you to hate your parents?” Clark asked, I glared at him

“I trusted them, and they left me to die!” I yelled, all their expressions dropped,

“I thought you didn’t like them because you weren’t their favourite” Bart whispered,

“That was me sugar-coating it for you” I replied before making my way out of the cave.

***

I was sat on a ledge of the church tower, I felt someone approaching me making me aim my bow at them,

“Oh, it’s you” I say to Bruce as I relaxed, he sat next to me,

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked,

“About what? How I almost killed my family?” I questioned,

“Your death” he answered, I remained silent as I stared out across Gotham,

“Don’t you have criminals to put away?” I scoffed,

“Yes but I need to make sure that you’re alright as well” He replied,

“Why?” I sighed,

“Because you need guidance” He said, I rolled my eyes

“And you’re the one to give it to me?” I say raising an eyebrow,

“Possibly. If you need a place to stay you’re al-”

“Always welcomed to the Manor. I know, you’ve told me before, Uncle Bruce” I finished off,

“I have?” he asked,

“Future you has” I answered standing up, he gave a small smile,

“I’m going to do patrol then I’ll be home, if you decide to come” He announced before jumping off, I sighed and jumped off myself, I walked across rooftops looking through windows of apartments seeing what a typical family looked like, however I stopped when I noticed Roy, Jason and Kori passed out on the couch while a young Lian played in another room, I smiled slightly before jumping over to the ledge outside the room Lian was playing in, I knocked on it gaining her attention, she came over to it with caution and opened it,

“Hello” She said,

“Hello Lian” I smiled,

“How do you know my name?” She asked.

“It’s not safe to tell you that while I’m out here, may I come in?” I asked, she thought about before moving out of the way allowing me to climbing inside, I closed the window and turned to her removing my mask, “My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I know your name because I come from the future” I introduced, her eyes widened

“Really?” She said, I nodded “What am I like?” She asked as she sat me down on her bed and sat cross-legged in front of me,

“You kick ass” I answered, she smiled brightly at me before I heard the front door open making me raise an eyebrow “Who else knows about this apartment?” I whispered as I stood up,

“Just me, Dad, Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” She answered, I put my mask on and prepared an arrow,

“Do me a favour and open your door on the count of 3, okay?” I asked, she nodded and prepared herself, “1. 2. 3” I say, she pulled open the door and scouted the front room finding no one, I hummed as I put the arrow away, “Lian. Pack some essentials” I ordered,

“Okay” She replied, I did another sweep over the room and heard beeping, I flipped the couch and found a bomb, my eyes widened as it only had ten seconds left, I ran back into Lian’s room picking her and her bag and jumping out of the window, a second later the bomb exploded, I landed on my back on top of a car with Lian shaking on top of me,

“You okay?” I asked, she slowly nodded as I sat up groaning, “Come on, I know somewhere safe” I say as I got off the car and held her hand,

“Where’s Daddy?” She asked as we made our way down the street,

“Your Dad’s been kidnapped, along with your Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” I replied, we arrived at one of Jason’s many safe-houses, I pick-locked my way in and locked it behind us,

“Where are we?” Lian asked as I turned on the lights,

“One of Jason’s safe-houses” I answered removing my mask, bow and arrows, “B? You there?” I asked as I held a finger against my com, it was quiet for a few moments,

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Bruce answered, I sighed in relief,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, I need you to come to my current location ASAP. I’ve got a small friend, I need you to look after while I get her Dad back” I say smiling at Lian as she put on a red cape,

“Who do you need Batman or Bruce?” He asked,

“Either, I don’t think it’s going to matter” I answered, “Batman it is then” He replied, I cut off with him and turned to Lian, “Hey Lian” I say crouching down to her level,

“What’s up?” She asked,

“Batman’s going to come over to keep you company while I go get your Dad” I say,

“(Y/N)” Bruce said, I stood up and faced him

“I’m glad you came. This is my friend, Lian” I introduced, he nodded

“It’s nice to meet you, Lian” He said,

“I’m going now. I’ll be back soon” I say as I picked up my mask, put it on and headed out, I made my way straight into Black Mask’s territory, and was immediately swarmed by his henchmen, I raised an eyebrow

“You lost little bird?” Mask said as he came out of the shadows

“I don’t get lost” I say folding my arms,

“Then you should know that no vigilantes are allowed in my part of town” He stated,

“I don’t follow rules either, especially when you almost blow me up” I growled, he chuckled

“Ah, you’re a friend of them. Take her” Mask ordered, and I was hit over the head with something, before I was cuffed and thrown over someone’s shoulder,

“I hope you know I’m going to kick your ass” I say, the henchmen grunted before I was thrown on the floor of a room and locked in, “Knulla dig! Jag lovar dig att du kommer att vara död när jag kommer ut härifrån! (Fuck you! I promise you will be dead when I get out of here!)” I yelled as I stood up,

“What did you just say?” Roy asked making me turn to see him, Kori and Jason chained to the wall,

“Oh, hey guys” I say,

“What are you doing here?” Kori asked,

“I told Lian that I was coming to save you. You’re welcome that I dropped by the apartment when I did otherwise Lian would have blown up with it” I explained, their jaws dropped

“And how do you exactly plan to ‘save us’?” Jason questioned,

“Watch and learn” I smirked as I went over to the door, “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked, knowing that they were two guards outside,

“Johnny” One of them answered,

“Shut up” The other growled,

“Well, Johnny is your mother proud of your occupation?” I questioned,

“I said shut up!” The other snapped, I chuckled

“Oh come on. I’m bored, and I need to be entertained” I whined,

“I’ll come and give you entertainment if you don’t shut up!” He yelled,

“Ooo, what kind?” I asked as I backed away from the door,

“You really want to find out?” He asked,

“Please” I dragged out before the door slammed open revealing Johnny and the other guard, “Perfect” I smirked as they came to attack me, I avoided one of them, wrapped my legs around the other’s neck and used the cuffs to strangle the other, they both went limp and dropped to the floor, “Now, where are the keys?” I hummed as I searched their bodies, I got them and unlocked the chains on the other three,

“Thanks” Kori smiled, I nodded.

“And of course, they don’t have the keys to these cuffs” I sighed,

“Here” Jason said as he unlocked them, the cuffs dropped to the floor, I gave a nod of appreciation before leading them out of the building, we were about to leave when we were blocked in by henchmen with AK47s, I sighed rolling my eyes

“Have a plan for this cupcake?” One of the henchmen asked, I raised an eyebrow

“I’ve had bazooka’s aimed at me sweetheart, your AK’s aren’t going to scare me” I scoffed, they all laughed “Cover your ears” I whispered to Jason, Roy and Kori, they did and I used my Canary cry and the henchmen dropped to their knees groaning and eventually going unconscious, I stopped and smirked as the three of them uncovered their ears,

“You’re Di-”

“Finish that statement and your head will no longer be attached to your shoulders. Now let’s go” I growled cutting Roy off, I lead them through the streets and to Jason’s safe house,

“How did you-Never mind” Jason said as we went inside to find Lian aiming my bow at Bruce who had an apple on top of his head, I took my bow off her,

“You were aiming in between his eyes” I state as she stared up at me,

“You told me you were aiming at the apple” Bruce said before I shot the apple from his head as he went to grabbed it,

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her, you’re more than welcome to leave” I say, he nodded

“Will you be coming?” He asked,

“I’ll think about it” I say giving a small smile before he left, I sighed removing my mask,

“Can you teach me?” Lian asked, I raised an eyebrow 

“Maybe later” I say ruffling her hair before making my way over to the arrow with the apple in the wall and pulled it out, I cleaned my arrow off before putting it away,

“So, who are your parents?” Kori asked as she came up next to me,

“Does it matter?” I asked,

“Well to say that we don’t know your name, yes” Jason said,

“My name’s (Y/N) Q-(L/N)” I answered,

“You hesitated” Kori commented,

“Honestly guys! She has a canary cry, just like her mother! She also dress like her! She shoots arrows like her father!” Roy yelled, I glared at him,

“Correction; I prefer shooting arrows, I’m mastered in most weapons” I state,

“What are you on about?” Kori asked,

“Her last name is Queen! She’s the daughter of Green Arrow and Black Canary!” Roy yelled, I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer,

“I’m not a Queen” I growled as I glared at him,

“You are! What’s so bad about being one?” He asked, I pushed him away

“Because I died, and no one searched for me. Not even you, Uncle Roy” I growled,

“Wait a minute, Uncle?” Jason asked, I sighed and put my mask on before leaving,

“Why are you following me?” I asked as I stopped in my tracks and faced Jason,

“I…” He trailed off rubbing the back of his neck,

“Well, if you’re not going to answer me, I’m going” I say turning away from him,

“Wait! I was wondering if I can get your number?” He asked stopping me in my tracks,

“You want my number?” I questioned,

“Yeah…It’s fine if you-” I cut him off by taking his hand and writing my number on it,

“See you around Jason” I whispered before leaving him.

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[thegoddamnfangirl]

Siblings

“Pairings: Damian Wayne x sister!Reader, Batfam x batsis!reader

Requested by anon:  Hiiii can I request more Damian x batsis but she is 5 years old and can it be super fluffy just like the one of avengers assemble, I swear it was the cutest thing ever💗💗💗💗 it can be about Halloween and matching costumes or going to the park or him helping her with kindergarten homework just something really fluffy

I hope you like this anon, I struggled through this one. In the accountancy period. I write in school. I get in trouble. Who cares.

Wayne Manor, typically dark and silent, was fussed up on the one night it ought to have been darker and more silent than usual.

Bruce sat at the dinner table,  listening curiously to all the sounds coming from upstairs. All his kids were yelling, but Damian’s voice could be heard above all the din.

 “I REFUSE!”

  Dick, dressed up in a suit of red, white and blue, came down, leading a procession where Tim and Jason were manhandling an oddly dressed Damian, who was struggling and yelling abuse. Little (y/n) brought up the rear, also wearing a costume, with her hair dyed blonde (she had begged Alfred desperately hard). She was holding a weird hammer in her hand.

 “Um,” said Bruce. “Am I...missing something?”

“Dad! It’s Halloween!”

Of course. He’d nearly forgotten. 

 “I’m Thor, of Asgard,” continued (y/n), “and this is my evil brother Loki,” she pointed to Damian, who was dressed in black and green leather.

“Ohkayy,” said Bruce. “What are the rest of you supposed of you supposed to be?”

“Dick’s Captain America, Jay’s Hawkeye amd I’m Iron Man,” said Tim.

“(y/n) wanted us all to dress up like Marvel superheroes,” explained Dick.

“I refuse to be a part of this stupid holiday,” said Damian. “Dressing up like idiots, going around asking for candy-”

“Like idiots?” said Bruce. “You don’t think we look like idiots every night we go out, do you, Damian?”

 Damian colored a little bit, but said nothing.

“Go out where every night, Daddy?” asked (y/n).

“Nothing- shouldn’t you guys be off trick or treating?” Bruce said.

 “TRICK OR TREATING! YEAHHH!!!” yelled (y/n).

The party that returned from trick or treating was a very bright one, especially (y/n), who, being the youngest, had managed to look adorable enough to get  more candy than the rest of them.

 “Kiddo really cleaned up,” said Jason, sounding somewhat envious.

“I’m going to take all her candy when she falls asleep,” said Dick, winking at Tim.

“Yep, it’s fair she should get so much,” said Tim, as Jason nodded along.

 “No!” (y/n) cried out horror. “It’s my candy, not yours!”

“It’ll be mine after I steal it,” said Damian.

  “You won’t steal it,” said (y/n) in a high, whiny voice.

“Yes, I will,” said Damian. 

  “No, you won’t!”

Seeing (y/n) almost near to tears, Dick put a hand on Damian’s shoulder.

 “I’ll take all your candy, and I’ll hide it such that you’ll never find it- and I’ll eat it slowly, and not give you any of it-”

 (y/n) burst into tears.

“You can’t have my candy!” she sobbed, and grabbing her bag, ran upstairs to her room.

 “Damian!” said Dick, exasperated. 

 “What?” said Damian. “I’m not really going to take her candy, why does she have to be so sensitive?”

“Cause she’s five, Demon Spawn,” said Tim.

“Just- go apologize to her, Damian,” said Dick.

Grumbling, Damian went up the stairs to (y/n)’s room. 

The door was wide open. He went inside.

  The bag of candy was nowhere to be seen- hidden in her closet, he supposed. She was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn to her chest, looking out of the window, where bats were screeching and flying past.

 “Hey,” said Damian.

“Hey,” she said, without looking at him.

“Look, I won’t steal your candy,” he said. “I was just kidding.”

“Okay,” she said, with a small sniffle.

“So, uh, we’re okay?” he asked, hoping the word ‘sorry’ wouldn’t have to make an appearance.

“Mhm,” she replied. 

“Alright...why are you staring out of the window like that? If you’re angry, just say so.”

 “I’m not angry,” she said, looking at him. “I was just looking at the bats.”

“Oh,” said Damian. “Do you like them?”

“I hate them,” she replied. “My friend Mo, from school, he says that if you get bitten by a bat, you get turned into a vampire. Is that true?”

 Damian sat down on the bed.

“Of course it’s true,” he said. “What else do you think happened to Batman?”

  (y/n)’s eyes widened. “Batman’s a vampire?”

He nodded.

 “But he’s a good guy!” said (y/n). “He doesn’t kill people!”

“Oh, but he does,” said Damian. “He grabs criminals off the streets and sucks their blood. The only reason he isn’t hunted is that the cops are afraid that he might turn on civilians if provoked.”

 “Oh,” said (y/n), “but that means we’re safe!”

“Yes, well,” he shrugged. “Every day of the year but one. See, once a year at least, Batman needs fresh, young blood. The blood of a child....I’ve heard he prefers little girls, their blood is much sweeter.”

“...oh...”

“The bats pick one out for him...a little girl with lots of candy to make her blood sweeter. And when they find the right one, they swarm around her house until Batman comes, and...” 

 Damian grinned.

 “Goodnight, (y/n),” he said, and left her alone.

 By the time he got down to the cave, Batman and Nightwing had left for patrol. Red Hood was cleaning a pistol, and Red Robin was on surveillance. 

“Suit up, Demon Spawn, Batman wants you by the docks- he’s busting a smuggling ring and it might get ugly,” said Red Robin.

  Damian nodded.

  Red Robin was right about the getting ugly part. Damian nearly got smashed on the head with a hammer because he imagined his father as a vampire- and laughed out loud.

By the time he was able to get to bed, he was beat. He’d hate to admit it, but he was beat. Damian was glad to sink into his pillows and let himself relax.

  “Nyuuh,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut.

He’d nearly drifted off when the door opened and faint light trickled in. A small figure slunk in and shut the door behind it. 

 “Damian?”

Damian rolled over to his side.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

 “The bats outside my window won’t let me sleep.”

With that, she crawled into his bed. He was suddenly struck by the realization of how tiny she was. Looking at her, he found himself thinking about how much she looked like their father.

 “Damian, I think the bats are calling Batman to eat me,” (y/n) said in a muffled voice.

He put his arm around her.

 “I’ll fight him off,” Damian said.

“What if he sucks your blood?”

“I’ll suck his blood,” he replied.

“You can’t do that, he’s a vampire!” said (y/n).

 “I’ll decapitate him, then. Don’t worry, nobody is going to hurt you while I’m around.”

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“My Life of Crime”

I wrote this story perhaps 20 years ago to perform on my radio program. I don't recall if I ever posted it here. It's a fairly short story.

If you like read when you have the time. I should say that I had forgotten these events for the entirety of my adult life. It's memory as so much else was triggered by a dream.

"Once Upon a Time..."I was breaking, and entering. Well not "breaking", but most certainly entering. Back in the old days getting into a house was as easy as opening a window,...which I did.

When I was a little boy I several times "entered" other peoples homes. As with all crime this was motivated by want. I wanted to know how other people lived.  What were their worlds like. I never took anything on these adventures. My search was inspired by more primal needs. 

I was an Other, and I was searching for other "Others". Mind you I could never have explained any of this to my folks or the cops.  I just knew I had to know. To the adventure. I chose my homes almost randomly. Hey I was a ten year old kid not a for real cat burglar. 

The treasure I sought was intangible. The only vague  precaution was making sure the houses were empty. This was the early 1960's everyone had a job. ...imagine. They being out the whole neighborhood was fair game. Block after block of doll houses to explore. I left the homes of friends alone. 

The houses of strangers were my object. The unfamiliar the mysterious. Places of different light touch, and smells. Every structure a new world discovered. Oh the moral obliviousness of the very young or as J.M. Barrie put's it at the end of "Peter Pan".

"When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless." 

Yep that was me alright. You too so cut me some slack. Oh dreams dreams, and fantasies.

To the Heart of the Matter.

Family albums. After a time my hunts focused on these. The photos told me in quick detail what I needed to know about who lived in whatever house I was "visiting". The who what, but sadly never the why of these lives I was searching through. The albums I found were generally stored in the same place in house after house. The bedroom closet or close by. 

So there I would sit on a stranger's bed studying their histories looking for my tribe. Again I couldn't begin to explain to anyone why I was doing this. It was an instinctual exploration for un-namable things that I needed. That I was in desperate want of.

The pictures. 

I was surprised at how similar they all were. Grandma auntie babies somebody in the Army the beach, and birthday parties. These albums were all just like mine. However on occasion there 'was' a surprise. One time I unknowingly entered the house of a nudist family. 

I started through their album, and ...!!!!!!Good bleeping grief! I literally at that point in my life had Never! I mean never seen the like! There they all was,...auntie mom dad, and all the kids Nekkid as hell!! These folks was "Other", but not what I was looking for,...I think.

Close calls.

One time I'm on my way to a bedroom to peek through their family album when I hear the front door open.  I'm fucked. I'm going to the Chair. I'm going to Juvie Hall. I'm going to be forced at gun point to eat my greens. My heart is pounding through my Mighty Mouse t-shirt. My lunch is coming out'a my nose, and I wanna wet myself.

Damn! 

Some lady, and her kid just came home, and was headed for the kitchen with it's open window through which I just came. This was rapidly turning into a nightmare version of "Mayberry RFD". One where Deputy Barney Fife in Klan robes kicks the living crap out of a Negro in the holding cell. 

Hey I was ten, but I knew the real score. 

Looking back my only hope was that the lady was a Liberal Sociology Professor who would understand my quest, and ask Deputy Fife not to kill me. More likely she was married to a corrupt Teamster with a drinking, and violence problem. 

My odds didn't look good. My heart pounding, and ex-Pepsi running down my legs. I quickly hid behind an old 1930's screen room divider. They was all the rage once...Google them. ...they walked right past me.  "????!!!" 

Oh the perceived safety of the home. No one expects danger or ten year old boys hiding behind old furniture. They went to the kitchen, and I went to the front door, and ran for my life. 

To this day that kid must be telling his grand kids about the time he, and their great grandma surprised a deranged burglar in their house. Of such are family legends born. 

After this shattering event I laid low. However being stupid though full of grace, and innocence. I went out again. A few times in fact. I think I "visited" 6 or 7 homes during my life of confused, but sincere explorations. In all these visitations I never found my Others. 

I didn't really know who or what I was looking for. However I would have known them when I found them. Don't know what I would have done if I had though. Didn't think that far ahead. ...ask to be adopted? 

These outings ended on an ethereal note. 

This time it was in the Oort Cloud of my neighborhood. You know that the part of your 'hood that borders the unknown regions. If you were a kid there alone you'd be lost. This one was a very old frame house. Perhaps a surviving farm house. Brooklyn was farms before the turn of the 20th century. 

No kitchen window this time. I entered through the back door which was unlocked. It was like stepping into an old print. The light was amber...dim. Peeling wall paper. Pictures on the wall of people dressed as folks did long ago.

Dust, years of it covering dark furniture. There was no one home. No one had been home maybe since before I was born. The house wasn't abandoned not in the 21st century sense. It was owned...one could tell, but not lived in. 

It was also cold in that place. I had a chilled tingled feeling standing in there. Much as I, and a friend from school had when we stumbled on an old grave yard in the Park. When Fredrick Olmsted graded, and arraigned the Prospect Park he left certain historical sites intact. A Colonial graveyard being one of them. I knew nothing about it. 

Most still don't, but we stumbled into it. Stumbled in, and got the same feeling I had in that old house, "...Leave".  

I'd say it was spirits. What some think are impressions left on physical objects by the dying. This could explain what are thought to be ghosts. 

...maybe,

Anyway the Spirits were saying "Don't Disturb". I didn't. I left.

So ended my short life of Crime. I never did find my family of Pacifist Beatniks. Who would adopt me, and teach me to compose haikus. However several years later....'But that's another story for another time.

The End,...mostly

[christian0799-blog]

What is your Dream Car?

We all have a dream car some wish for a classy one where as others dream of having a simple old school one. If is often that you may see someone in a car and say that the car doesn’t match with them. Take up the quiz below and get to find out, which your dream car is based on your personality.

Many of us think of that one special car, the one we dreamed about owning as a kid, or the one that made our jaw drop even as an adult. We imagine one day being able to walk into a dealership, slap down the cash and drive off into the sunset.

We all have a dream car some wish for a classy one where as others dream of having a simple old school one. If is often that you may see someone in a car and say that the car doesn’t match with them. Take up the quiz below and get to find out, which your dream car is based on your personality.

Life is short. Why drive a car you don’t really like, when the car of your dreams might be within your reach? We talked to several people about what it’s like to drive your dream car, and they shared their best advice.

When someone asks, “What is your dream car?” there’s no wrong answer.

Your dream car might be a Ford Ranger pickup like the one your uncle used to drive. It might be an adorable Fiat in mocha brown. Or it might be an orange Trans Am with a Screaming Chicken painted on the hood. Trends and taste have nothing to do with true car love.

When you drive your dream car, it’s all about the behind-the-wheel feel.

You might like the look of a particular car, but if you don’t love driving it, it’s not going to work for you. Dream cars deserve to be driven, not kept in a garage gathering dust. Darryl H.’s dream car for 11 years was a black 1990 560SEL Mercedes-Benz. The 560SEL was a great-looking car, but for Darryl, it was all about the power and comfort behind the wheel. “Even with age, she always had a majestic smooth ride,” he says.

And that’s OK. “My dream car for a long time was a VW Beetle, pearl white with the number 53 on its hood. Yep, I wanted Herbie the Love Bug,” says Charles G. But by the time he was old enough to buy one, VW had changed the design — and the New Beetle just wasn’t the same. “When I test drove it, the dream was dead,” he says.

Dream cars can change.

Then Charles saw the IFA F9 convertible roadster and fell in love. This Russian made beauty was truly the car of his dreams.

A ‘dream car’ isn’t necessarily the most expensive, the fastest, the most powerful or the most beautiful — it can also be all four. Or a combination, of course. Dream cars come in all shapes and sizes; they can be old or new; practical or frivolous. 2018 was filled to the brim with prime candidates deserving of the title.

Dream cars are often expensive to maintain.

People are often forced to get rid of their dream cars because they simply can’t afford repairs. Ailsa L. inherited a seabreeze-green 1969 Plymouth Valiant from her aunt. The aunt had lovingly kept the car in perfect shape, with only 21,000 miles on the odometer. “Not a lick of rust,” Ailsa says, “but slowly, over time, things began to go wrong mechanically and it became too much to keep her maintained. Eventually I could only get Rush Limbaugh on the radio, the air conditioning stopped working and her engine brackets broke.” If your dream car is a classic or luxury car, put aside cash for repairs in a special fund.

Aside from upping the number of vehicles in their lineups, the next biggest trend for automotive manufacturers seems to be buying, restoring and selling their own classic cars.

Once you buy your dream car, don’t let go.

When you talk to people about their dream cars, you hear over and over how much they regret giving them up. “I still cry when I realized the mistake of trading her,” Darryl says of his Mercedes. “I had so many great times with her and spent just about all I made to keep her on the road.”

Karen C., on the other hand, is still driving her dream car: a Volkswagen Cabrio convertible. “17 years and we are still together. Wind. Hair. All good,” she says. The lesson: Save up for repairs (see above), take good care of your car and keep it as long as you possibly can.

Karen C., on the other hand, is still driving her dream car: a Volkswagen Cabrio convertible. “17 years and we are still together. Wind. Hair. All good,” she says. The lesson: Save up for repairs (see above), take good care of your car and keep it as long as you possibly can.

To hell with number-matching parts, this Discovery is as close to perfect as you can get.You could easily spend thousands on flights, rooms and accommodations, or you can just get this pop-up camper.Making a name for yourself in the modern automotive world is nearly impossible. Breaking into the supercar arena is even harder.

Insure your dream car to the max.

In 1995 a truck sideswiped Ailsa’s Seabreeze Plymouth Valiant. “The insurance company claimed it was totaled,” she says, “but I fought hard and managed to get $2,000 to get her repaired.” She was lucky — but you might not be. If you’re fortunate enough to drive your dream car, don’t skimp on insurance coverage. Get free auto insurance quotes on compare.com to find out which company will give you the best coverage for the lowest rates.

Better judgment, financial responsibility and myriad other reasons keep many of us from making that purchase, so to find out what it’s like actually drive a dream car off the lot we looked to took to Quora.com — the online question and answer community — to get some first-hand accounts. And while some of the answers fit the bill for traditional dream cars, it quickly became apparent that not everyone’s four-wheeled fantasy is the same.

Achieving a dream, with unexpected results

Quora user Todd Wascom decided a few years back that after forgoing any fun cars for nearly 10 years it was high time to find one. After mulling over his options, he finally decided on a Nissan GT-R. “For the money (at the time) there was literally nothing on the market that could compete with that car in terms of power and handling,” he wrote.

When Wascom and his 10-year-old son arrived at the dealership he said they were treated like royalty and, after proving he could afford the car, took a test drive tearing down Georgia back roads. He drove back to the dealer, bought the car and said he got his first taste of what it’s like to be a D-list celebrity. Porsche owners followed him to gas station to talk about the car, people would stop eating their meal and point to the GT-R when he rolled up, and there was lots of picture-taking wherever he went.

“The sense of accomplishment when you sit in a car like this that you’ve earned is incredible. You’re in the stratosphere. Other men (and women) will slow to admire your car. People lust after it. And the whole time you’re in the drivers seat. This is your car. That you bought. With your money,” then adding, “But that fades to a degree.”

He admitted that when he first bought the car he was looking for a sense of validation. “An expensive car doesn’t validate anything. It’s simply a symbol of your ability to buy something most people can’t. I traded the GTR in that December and never looked back.”

He knows not everyone buys fast cars for validation, and even says he might buy another dream car in the future — but not without a new perspective. “And who doesn’t want to learn a bit about life and one’s self in a world-class supercar?,” he wrote.

Different strokes for different folks

The phrase “dream car” typically conjures up images of red hot, mid-engine, Italian sheet metal, but some drivers look for a bit more practicality in their dream cars. When Simon Holzmanmoved from Great Britain to the U.S. he drove around in a used $800 Ford Festiva for a while, before upgrading to a brand new, emerald green Mazda Miata.

After more than a 11 years of cruising around, the compact convertible still hasn’t gotten old for Holzman. “I have a 20 mile drive down one of the most scenic roads in America, which is the best commute ever. The top is down, my grin makes the Riddler look grumpy and I’m accelerating through corners with joy in my heart.” With a family to take care of, Holzman has no plans to replace his dream car once it dies, and added that if the Miata’s “engine explodes and she crashes 2,000 feet into the canyon below,” he’ll see if he can have the body shop buff it out.

For some of us, dream cars aren’t actually cars at all. “I’m reading all these answers and kinda chuckling, my dream car wasn’t much to speak of. I just wanted a Jeep, a really nice Jeep,” John Gannon wrote. He said growing up his mom wouldn’t let him buy one because she was afraid he’d roll it over — but now he’s older and on his second one.

He put 60,000 miles on the first Jeep be bought and he said he has big plans for the second. “If you’ve never had a chance to drive one, go do it. They’re fun as hell,” he wrote.

Quora user Eric Ruck knows what it’s like to buy an unlikely dream car as well. When he turned 40 he started looking for his must-have vehicle at Maserati, Jaguar and Mercedes-Benz dealerships, and while he says he liked all the cars, he didn’t love any of them. “Remember, you’re not just buying a car for $80-150K. You’re buying the car’s maintenance schedule,” he said. “You better really, really love the car.”

So, after shopping around on the fancy car circuit, he ended up buying a Volvo S80. He admits it’s an unusual choice, but says he’s more than 100,000 miles into his dream car and has no regrets. “Midlife crisis car fail? Maybe. Still love it.”