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jrwiyuri · 3 years
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I miss Karl so much
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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years
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Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ | Planning The Trip
Part One of my "Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™" headcanon series
Includes: (The Whole Gang) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson
Word Count: 3.9k
Relationships: The Avengers x F!Reader, Ambiguous; just how we like it ;)
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→The whole idea starts when the team is lounging at the compound doing regular™ team things
→A.K.A Wanda, y/n, Pietro, and Vision are in a pile on one of the couches cuddling, Clint and Nat are across the room playing pool, Bucky is making ramen in the kitchen, Steve is trying to convince Bucky to add an egg or something for more protein, Bruce and Stephen are talking neuroscience and bickering over techniques of spinal fluid something, Thor and Loki are fighting over the remote before Loki finally rolls his eyes and picks up the book y/n had left on the coffee table, Sam is asleep on the floor, and Tony is just tired
→In the madness though he picks up on the conversation happening between the four people on the couch
→“You’ve never been to Disney World?”
→Three rounds of “no” “nope” “I’ve only had a body for a year, y/n. When would I have gone to Disney World?”
→”Okay, yeah, good point, Vis. But y’all would love it. I haven’t been since high school but I want to go again so bad. We need a vacation.”
→Tony doesn’t even stick around to hear the rest, he’s already walking away while speaking to FRIDAY, telling her start pulling up the Disney site and analyzing it, disappearing to his lab and using all of his monitors to compare the resorts and try to decide where to stay that everyone would like (and where they would all fit because there’s too many of them)
→It doesn’t take him long to realize they’re going to need large accommodations
→Bruce is the first to notice that he’s gone, sneaking into the lab and scaring the hell out of Tony
→“Whatcha’ doing?”
→“Ah shit-- Bruce! How are you so quiet?”
→And then he points to the seven open listings on the monitors and explains that the team needs a break and that he heard y/n talking about Disney World and that he wants to surprise the team-- Bruce agrees immediately (the man is always in need of relaxation)-- and that’s how the team’s geek squad ends up playing Disney Dad #1 and Disney Dad #2 and planning the most extravagant vacation in less than three hours
→They have it down to a science after the first twenty minutes-- dividing what needs to be done and tackling it individually while bouncing ideas off one another
→“Do you think they want to eat at Beauty and The Beast Castle or Ariel’s Grotto the second night?” “I’m not sure-- book them both.” “Tony we can’t--” “FRIDAY, book them both.” “You got it Mr. Stark.”
→There’s a lot of Bruce wondering if what they’re booking is too expensive and even more of Tony reminding him that he’s a literal billionaire and that he could buy the Disney company if he wanted to-- that still doesn’t stop Bruce from suggesting more frugal methods from time to time-- it only makes Tony want to spend even more money because you need to lighten up, Banner
→The next person who realizes Tony and Bruce are gone is-- surprisingly-- Sam
→Honestly it’s only because he has to pass Tony’s lab on the way back from his room and he sticks his head in to tell them that “Romanoff and Barton ordered pizza if y’all want any… holy crap is that Disney World? Are we going to Dis--”
→Tony literally grabs him by the collar and tells him to hush it, birdman before pulling him into the room and explaining his plans for the second time-- “Yes, we are going to Disney World and I want it to be a surprise.”
→Sam just nods, his eyes on the screen and his brows beginning to push down and-- “Okay but why are you booking dinner at Mickey’s Backyard Barbecue on the same day that you have fast passes for World of Color at Epcot?”
→And Tony and Bruce blink and are just like “What?”
→And Sam is already at the computer, fingers stuttering over the weird ass hoverscreens while pulling up the page which shows that the World of Color has a whole ass dining experience-- Tony and Bruce have no clue that was even a thing-- and suddenly Sam is the one telling them what to plan because, as it turns out, this man loves Disney World and has been upwards of thirteen times and knows it inside and out
→Thank gods for Sam because these two Disney Dads™ were really shooting blindly into the abyss of trip planning without ever having gone to Disney World-- he has to shift around fast passes, dining reservations, water park tickets, and even the family portrait session that Tony demanded Bruce add
→He shows them all the things they don’t even think to plan-- firework shows, dessert parties, literally all of Downtown Disney-- Tony wants to be mad but he’s too busy picking his jaw up off the floor when Sam manages to book them for an After Dark Party in Magic Kingdom
→Bruce gets so excited when Sam tells him that’s a thing that he almost gives the plan away when Natasha comes rushing to see what all the noise is (it’s Banner jumping up and down like a toddler) -- he has to rush to the doorway, make up a lie about him dropping a piece of equipment, and then walk her back to the common area and play a round of pool with her to keep her questions at bay
→It’s all fine because Sam puts the final touches on the plan and has Tony give the order for FRIDAY to book it all and then it’s ready to tell the team
→They sneak back into the common area, it’s nine pm and everyone just looks so worn out
→Stephen is literally half way to snoring, legs curled under him on the love seat, doing that thing people do when they’re falling asleep and their head slumps and then they spring back awake, repeating the process an embarrassing amount of times but nobody’s even paying attention
→Steve and Bucky are talking quietly in the corners about whether or not they should just go to sleep because it’s Thursday and there’s really no point in staying up any longer
→Clint and Thor are sharing a bag of popcorn and half watching John Wick while discussing the inaccuracies of the movie-- “If he had a bow none of this would have happened.” “Or a hammer.” “Yeah, that too.”
→Yeah, they’re exhausted, and it makes the Disney Dads™ and Sam that much more excited to share the news
→Sam’s twiddling his hands behind his back and sharing smiles with Banner who’s trying to keep his excitement at bay and Tony is rolling his eyes but smiling too and for a moment nobody notices their cheshire grins and nervous foot tapping until finally y/n lifts her head from Pietro’s chest-- who complains at the action and lifts his head too-- and lazily asks
→“Tones, what on earth are you smiling about?”
→And the man opens his mouth but before he can even get the words out Bruce and Sam are already jumping up and down again and screaming “We’re going to Disney World!”
→And the room goes dead silent for three beats-- one, two, three-- and it feels like a million seconds and Tony’s face is dropping slowly and he’s ready to be like sike and then she jumps up, literally stepping on Pietro’s stomach, hurtling the back of the couch like a damn track star and rushing the man at full force, flinging herself at him and jumping into his arms and there are tears streaming down her face and she’s screaming
→“Tony you didn’t! Oh my gods you didn’t! You’re lying oh my god no! Are you serious?”
→And he’s nodding but he still can’t get a word in edgewise because she’s still rambling-- “You heard me oh my gods! You heard me and you did it! Tony that’s insane and reckless and oh my god I love you! Are we actually going? This isn’t a trick? Please don’t let this be a trick!”
→And he just laughs and spins her around and tells her that no, this isn’t a trick I’m not the mischief god here and Loki rolls his eyes but he’s also kind of excited despite the frown on his face
→They’re all excited
→Pietro and Wanda and screaming with Sam, slapping each other and just full on freaking out like children, incoherent and happy and raring to just go already
→In turn this wakes Stephen up who hears the madness and jumps up, on edge and ready to literally fight before he realizes what’s going on and calmly sits back down, nodding his head but not speaking because if this literal grown man opens his mouth he knows he’s going to freak out too because holy shit Disney World-- even sorcerers like Disney!
→Steve and Bucky are kind of confused-- they just barely remember Snow White when it came out but Disney World? They made a-- what is it? A theme park? Regardless they’re excited, ready to break the old men lull they’ve fallen into-- Bucky hears y/n ask if Tony booked water park tickets and gets super excited
→Vision is also confused but he sees everyone getting turnt over Disney World and decides that he is also excited-- Wanda momentarily stops being hyped up to ask him if he’s waterproof in which he goes into explicit detail about how yes, he is and he’ll show her if she’d like and she has to slap her hands over his mouth and tell him to hush
→Thor and Clint also turn into children but they’re the run around the room yelling types as opposed to the stand in a circle and scream types-- the gang is apparently just like fifteen children who barely manage to get things done apparently because they’re all hyped as fuck
→Clint sprints over to Nat whose hands are already up, ready to fight the man off because she knows what’s coming, but he’s too fast and too happy and uses all his assassin training to dodge her kick, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around until she’s giggling and slapping his back
→“Natty we’re going to fucking Disney World!”
→“I know you lug, I heard Stark too. Let me down!”
→He doesn’t-- he just shakes her harder, cheering with the rest of them
→Thor slumps down next to his brother, nudging his shoulder-- “Migardians are strange”-- and Loki nods but pulls out his phone and starts looking up what’s actually at Disney World and-- “Look, brother, our home… wait is that us?”-- and the brothers get sucked into a rabbit hole of the Norwegian pavilion and whatever the hell the Frozen ride is and why their pictures are there
→It takes thirty minutes for everyone to calm down enough for them to actually have a conversation about what on earth Tony and Bruce and Sam did-- it takes another ten minutes after that for Stephen to finally break through the chatter to ask the most important question-- “Guys, seriously. You can ask about the plans after. The main question here is when are we going.”
→And Tony glances at Bruce and shrugs and is like “Tomorrow.”
→And they all erupt again-- y/n and Wanda because they have to pack and Stephen because normal people don’t just up and go on Vacation, you’re supposed to make time and Clint and Pietro because holy shit we’re going to Disney tomorrow!-- but Tony just brushes the worry off and reminds them-- again-- that they’re superheroes and that he’s a billionaire and that they can go on vacation whenever they damn want
→Cue fifteen more minutes of freaking out and y/n tackling Tony and then tackling Bruce and then, finally, tackling Sam who scoops her up and all but tosses her in the air before thanking her profusely for putting the idea in Tony’s brain
→They spend the next few minutes fangirling together-- Sam raves about all the food he’s going to eat-- Mickey bars, corn dogs, pretzels, those huge turkey legs-- and y/n talks about how she wants to get all the autographs she can-- especially Goofy and Pluto-- and then Sam mentions the After Dark Party and, like Bruce, she freaks out
→Finally Wanda has to split them up, grabbing y/n with one hand and hauling her over to the other redhead who’s still being held hostage by the resident archer and grabbing Nat with the other-- when Clint protests she curls her fingers, warning him with a pinch of red magic, and he holds his hands up, backing away slowly but telling Nat she’d better come see him before they leave
→On the way out Steve asks where they’re going and Wanda almost threatens him too until Nat tells him they’re going to pack for tomorrow-- he then turns to Bucky and reiterates the idea to a less than enthusiastic super soldier who tries to argue that I can pack in the morning but Steve just isn’t having it-- it takes five minutes but finally Buck agrees (but only after Steve says Bucky can just throw his stuff in his bag)
→The girls spend the rest of the night giggling and packing, holding up dresses and putting them down, shoving things in each other's bags and dancing to a playlist of oldies from Wanda’s phone-- Nat is the most boring packer but after some threats to get resident archer involved she gets her act together
→Pietro comes in when he’s done and Wanda scoffs at what he has packed but he only shrugs, slumping on y/n’s bed and giving her grabby hands until she rejoins him
→“But Pietro what if I forget something?”
→“You worry too much-- can’t Stange make portals?” He has a point
→What they all pack:
→Tony: Suits and graphic t-shirts. He’s either rolling up to Disney World in a Metallica t-shirt or a full three piece suit there’s no inbetween. He’s really not concerned about packing-- he can just buy whatever he needs there. After a text from y/n though he throws in a few pairs of shorts that he didn't even know he owned and his M.I.T. hoodie. He tops it off with a few gadgets he thinks he might need-- FRIDAY’s chip and some nanotech-- and he’s good to go. Billionaires don’t need to pack.
→Steve: Clothes and toiletries. Boring, basic, forgets swim trunks until he sees Bucky put his swim trunks and nothing else into Steve’s bag. That’s how he remembers most things actually; by looking at what Bucky doesn’t put into the bag. Along the way he suggests what the super soldier might want to pack while adding a few extra of his own just in case. After thinking about it for a few minutes he adds two books-- one for each of them. He also adds some tools-- a screwdriver and some pliers-- in case Bucky’s arm starts acting up. He’s sure Stark will have something but in case he doesn't, those will hold it over.
→Bucky: Swim trunks. And, when Steve begs, he grumbles and adds a few button downs and henleys. He also sneaks in a few knives, burying them in the henleys. He watches Steve pack for him though and leaves it at that-- what’s the point of packing when the super soldier can just do it for him? He’s not stupid-- he’s tired and Steve is fussy. He’ll have what he needs and if he doesn’t then he’ll just make y/n go swimming with him. Then he won’t need anything. Easy peasy.
→Nat: She’s the most level headed packer of the bunch, spare maybe Bruce and Sam. She Packs what she’ll need-- not too much and not too little. If anything she packs too many of Clint’s hoodies (three). Part of that, though, is her knowing that he’s probably going to forget one. She packs her normal toiletries, making sure to add an extra stick of deodorant and a bottle of Wanda’s red nail polish because-- despite the fact that she spends an hour watching Wanda pack her entire room-- she just knows that the woman forgot a bottle of that stuff and that she’ll be upset if her nails look chipped in the pictures. Wanda and y/n make her pack a bikini despite the fact that she has two scars from Bucky still and they threaten to get Clint involved if she tries to refuse-- “I suggest you put that little black number in that bag right now unless you want some aggressive compliments, you hear me woman?” She didn’t have to be told twice.
→Clint: Not as much as he should. Never as much as he should. He packs boxers, a pair of swim trunks, a few regular shirts and shorts (not enough), a couple nice shirts and a pair of jeans, and his toiletries. He’s gone longer with less but-- like-- he doesn’t have to this time? Nat walks into his room as he finishes packing and takes one look at his bag before marching to his closet and adding a hat, a pair of sunglasses, a jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and socks because who the hell doesn’t pack socks when they’re going to be walking around for days, how the hell are you an accomplished assassin Clint?
→Wanda: She literally packs as much as she can-- think the essentials times three and then some, like five different dresses, two leather jackets (even though y/n reminds her that Orlando is hot), her laptop and her ipad, two pairs of headphones. She has a notebook, a sketch book, and a regular book. Six bikinis and a one-piece. Three hats, four pairs of sunglasses, enough panties to last a month, let alone a week. She packs heels, boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals. Two purses and a backpack. Wanda Maximoff is the epitome of team mom-- anything Nat and y/n forget she’ll have it. She also packs a few things that she thinks Pietro will forget-- a few nice outfits for nights out and his main toiletries. Oh-- and sunscreen! Lots and lots of sunscreen!
→Pietro: Well, let's just say that it’s a good thing Wanda thinks to pack some things for Pietro because this man barely remembers his toothbrush let alone his phone charger. He gets the basics-- the bare necessities-- like three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some (?) boxers, and like seven pairs of shoes because with how fast this man is he’s going to need them badly. He does, however, remember to pack his bathing suit and that’s more than a few people on the team can remember. Poor baby just wants to get there already-- he can just buy whatever he forgets.
→Vision: A very strange assortment of items. He doesn’t need clothes-- he can make whatever he would like appear on his body-- but he does want to feel included so Wanda gives him one of her backpacks and he puts like kind of random items into it. He sees a phone cord and shoves it in and like a hairbrush-- all items someone will need eventually but not him (later will find out that it’s the cord to Sam’s Iphone and will hand it over and have the audacity to say you’re welcome Samuel after doing it).
→Sam: He packs at least four ball caps. Nothing besides that really matters; he just knows how fucked you are if you don’t bring a hat and he’s bringing enough for the people who forget. As much as Bucky gets on his nerves he also packs him one. Besides that he packs normally-- t-shirts, shorts, shoes, socks, boxers-- all regular amounts. He freaks out a little when he can’t find his phone charger but he’ll just buy one when he gets there. He also brings a Polaroid camera and a shit ton of film-- some of his team members have never been and he will be documenting it all.
→Bruce: He’s the most boring packer and that isn’t a bad thing-- it’s the reason he has so many doctorates-- because he’s smart and level headed. He packs the clothes he needs with one extra of everything. He packs his toiletries. He doesn’t pack his whole room and he doesn’t pack nothing at all. He’s perfectly in the middle-- a Disney Dad™! He does, however, forget his swim trunks-- oops.
→Stephen: One backpack with a t-shirt, sweatpants, and swim trunks. That’s it. Why would he pack anything else? The man can open a portal whenever he needs! He’s always one step away from his bedroom! Stephen simply flicks his wrists and can change and rejoin the group in less time than it takes the rest of them to pull shit from their bags and wait for the washroom to free up. It’s actually a genius play.
→Loki: Despite being the most outwardly unenthusiastic he packs almost the exact same way that Wanda does. He’s a nervous packer. His brother laughs but, like, he has a point. Safe is better than sorry. It’s comical that he packs like five sweaters though considering that he can snap his fingers and make the sweater appear. All his clothes are either green or black. He packs at least one all black suit. Thor has to force him to add a red Hawaiian shirt and he scoffs at it and shoves it to the bottom. Definitely packs three pairs of swim trunks because he doesn’t like putting them one while they’re still wet. He doesn’t even know if he’s going to go swimming but he’s still doing it anyway. He also packs the scrunchie y/n gave him to keep his hair out of the way and when Thor tries to say shit about it he pulls a dagger from thin air and just chucks it. After dodging it Thor asks why don’t you just make your clothes appear the same way?
→Thor: Enough but, like, definitely not enough. The normal things but like less. He figures he’s going to be spending most of his time in his bathing suit anyway. Loki tries to remind him that he can’t go shirtless in the parks (he looked it up already) but he doesn't listen. It really is a good thing his brother can make things appear from thin air. He’s the type of guy to be content in a pair of flip flops and an open button down. He does, however, bring one of those dad-esque fanny packs and somehow he makes it look hot.
→Y/n: Literally packs the same as Wanda, if just a tad less. So many clothes that it’s insane. She, however, has the added bonus of her old Mickey ears-- a pink sequined pair that are a little worse from wear but still pretty. She packs a bucket hat to pin collectable pins to. She makes sure to leave extra room in her suitcase for souvenirs. She’s had her eye on the luxury bath salts from the Grand Floridian ever since the Disney Instagram posted them a few months ago and now that she’s going she won’t be leaving without them. She also packs the strapless dress she’s been meaning to wear for months now-- she doesn’t know who’s going to be there to admire it but she’s sure there’s at least one person who will. Besides, Nat’s been telling her to wear it for ages.
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lazuli-bloom · 3 years
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Roses and Styx
Chapter 3 – Kids' Games To Pass The Time
Beetlejuice x Reader
Word Count : 5,399
New day, new problems. Sure things aren't the worst they could be, but that new hire isn't making things all that easy at work.
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An annoying, rhythmic buzz cut through silence. Light seeped its way in, chasing away the shadows of sleep. You groaned and rolled. It was too early to face the new day.
Compounding your groggy state was the fact you didn't sleep for shit last night. The chilly October night sucked the warmth from your room, and you had only a few blankets to shield yourself from it. And the chill didn't stop your mind racing most of the night. When sleep came to you, it brought restless dreams.
The first wasn't terrible, just strange. A weird bug followed you home wanting to be friends. The other dream, however... A vile pit formed in your stomach.
Your thoughts drifted to the dream. You couldn't move. Arms, legs, head, nothing. You couldn't budge an inch no matter how hard you fought. Something wanted you to stay still. And it wasn't as if your surroundings gave you any clues either. Darkness blanketed the room. No details, just a barren inky void. The only thing you found with you was a set of pinprick lights.
A voice spoke. It whispered beautiful words coated in honey. Your guts twisted. A warm touch held your face, and the voice asked you a question. Your words caught in your throat. The entity glared at you with icy eyes, and the sweet words soured to a nasty venom.
You clutched your chest as the memory of searing heat replayed. It sank blazing claws into your waist and arm, blistering and cooking the flesh.
You drew in shaky breaths and wiped away the leftover tears. It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream. You're safe.
You took in one more breath before getting up to start your day.
Normally you would go straight to the bathroom, but you wanted to check something. You stepped out into the main living space and found it empty. A DVD case sat on the coffee table, but the TV screen was dark. The couch laid devoid of any unexpected house guests. No sign anyone else was ever there. Your heart sank as you realized the encounter you remembered was just another dream cooked up by your tired brain. A frown pulled at your lips and you sighed. No time to mope. You needed to get ready for work.
You opened the bathroom door and peered inside. Rigel napped on the top of the toilet's water tank, surrounded by shredded toilet paper. At least it was less of a mess than yesterday. You clean up the ribbons and tossed them in the garbage under the sink. After you topped off his food and water, you hopped in the shower.
The water in your apartment only ever got up to lukewarm on a good day. And that was not a good day. Frigged rain pelted you, giving you goosebumps. Not wanting to linger, you got out and dressed a few minutes later.
You combed your fingers through your hair as you looted the kitchen. Damn cat, why'd it have to throw up on your hairbrush? You grumbled to yourself and pulled out the off-brand cereal to fix breakfast.
"What 'cha doing, babes?" A voice from nowhere spoke in your ear.
Your knees buckle and you collapse, taking the bag of cereal with you. You gripped at your chest to still your heart, and rolled to sit with your back to the cabinets. A man in a rotting striped suit floated in your kitchen, clutching his rounder stomach as he cackled.
"Oh sweets, that's great! I wasn't even trying!"
As the shock fades, your features scrunched up. You got to your feet and tossed the bag on the counter. With crossed arms you pivot to glare at the ghost, still laughing his ass off.
"Giving me a heart attack first thing in the morning," you said with a huff, "I came out here and you were gone. I thought I had dreamed the whole thing, you jerk."
"So you're saying you missed me?" He batted his eyes at you, setting your cheeks on fire. You would not dignify that with a response. Instead, you turned back to the counter and fixed your breakfast.
"Where did you go then?" you asked and riffled through the silverware drawer for a spoon.
"I was checking on your neighbors. Did you know the guys a few doors down have a shit-ton of electronics?"
"Yeah, and old lady Smith has a garden in her closet."
"Really? Which one is she in? I didn't find that."
"She's on the third floor, but don't bug her too much. She's nice. Plus she bakes amazing cookies for me whenever I help her."
You scarfed your breakfast, and double checked you had everything done. Rigel was in the bathroom with his things. You had your wallet and phone. After you finished the last bite, you set the bowl in the sink along with the one from last night.
You rinsed out the bowl and hummed to yourself before you glanced over your shoulder to the ghost. He grinned at you with a tilt of his head. You gave him a small smile, only to frown.
"I have to head to work."
That simple sentence wiped the grin from his face. His shoulders sank, and the color of his hair shifted. A dull purple seeped in and overtook the green. That couldn't be a good sign. "You're leaving me here?"
"Well, you could stay here, or..."
"Or?"
"If you can be out of the way and let me focus on my work when I need to, then you could tag along with me. It’d be nice having someone other than my boss to talk to during the downtime."
His grin stretched across his face again, and he spun up to you, batting his eyes. "Oh babes, you do care! Of course I'll go with you! Not my idea for a first date, but I'll take it."
You pressed your lips tight. Was this a mistake? Not like you can take back the offer, though. That would crush him. You let out a long sigh and rubbed at your temple.
"Not a date, dude."
"If you say so," he purred.
You shook your head and grabbed the keys before heading to the car. The ghost trailed you, with an ever present chill at your side. On the way to the car, he pointed out each of the apartments and spilled whatever secrets he found out. You had an inkling of some of your neighbors' crimes, but you weren't one to go tattling. It was best to let them deal with their lives and you deal with yours. So you ended up nodding along to what the ghost told you.
When you got to your car, you sat behind the wheel for a moment. Once your ghostly friend floated into the passenger seat, you took in a breath.
"Okay. A few things before we get there," You said as you fought to start the car, "If either my boss or a customer comes up and needs to talk to me, I would appreciate it if you hang back for a minute and let me handle them. Otherwise, I mostly just front-face merchandise and I can talk with you so long as I'm quiet. Also, I take my lunches in the cemetery, so I can talk a bit more freely there."
"Sounds good to me, toots."
You rolled your eyes and got the hunk of junk started. The car protested with clangs, but you drove off with a little more of a fight. On the scenic drive to work he asked you to turn on the radio, which got a dry laugh from you.
"What's so funny?"
"Radio's broke. Most things in this car are broken. Radio, heater, a/c. All of them are broken."
"Can't you get a new one? There's cars all over the place, just take one."
"Th-this isn't Grand Theft Auto,"
"It will be once you take a car!"
"Okay, technically true. I meant this isn't the game GTA, this is real life. And I would get arrested."
"Not if you had help from the ghost with the most!"
You rolled your eyes and turned onto the main road, heading for work. The rest of the drive, the "ghost with the most" filled the air with his own voice, singing a medley of songs. Some of them you recognized, others you suspected he made up on the spot.
You pulled into the employee parking and parked your car alongside the two much nicer ones there. As you collected your things, Beetlejuice pointed to the sleek mustang.
"That car looks fun! We should steal a car like that!"
"I'm pretty sure that's Brandon's car. I'm not stealing my coworker's car to take for a joyride."
"But it would be so cool!"
"Maybe later," you said, stepping out of your junker.
The bell chimed as you entered the store and caught your boss's attention. He came over to greet you and made sure you were doing better. You gave a small laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck.
"Yeah, I'm doing better." You glanced sidelong to the ghost wandering over to the front counter.
"Good. Now hopefully I can focus on training Brandon without as many interruptions. He keeps breaking away to chat with every customer that comes into the store. So I need you to handle the customers so he doesn't have an excuse."
"Got it. And if you need help with him, I can always smack some sense into him. The new order of mallets is in the back, right?"
Mr. Turner laughed and turned to go back to teaching Brandon. You smiled to yourself and meandered over to the counter. Your ghost pal sat on the countertop next to the computer.
"You never mentioned you get to hit people at your job, any openings?"
"Sorry, spot's filled. For now, anyway. But who knows, maybe we'll need a replacement soon."
"Save it for me. I would kill to get to hang around a pretty little breather like you all day and get paid for it. But doing that for free is nice too."
"You're a shameless flirt."
"How can a sexy beast like me not be with you around and able to see me?"
You shook your head and glanced at the computer. There was something you wanted to look up, you were sure of it. But what was it? You stepped closer and opened a new tab for the search. It sat blank for a moment as you retraced what the topic could have been.
"What are ya doing, babes?"
"I can't remember what I wanted to search for."
"One hundred great ways to skin a cat?"
You raised a brow and frowned at him. "I'm not hurting Rigel." A light flicked on in your head.
You typed in the cat's name and clicked on the page for the star. A picture of the Orion constellation to the side of the page showed off the stars. Most of them had fancy looking letters next to them, with a few having numbers attached. Rigel marked the lower right star, while the upper left was the only other star with a word.
"Beh-tell? Goose? Wait..." You jerked your head over to the ghost, who wore a Cheshire grin. "That's how you spell your name?"
"Yep. That's me. Behtellgoose."
You read the name once more. Betelgeuse. Such a strange spelling to sound like beetle-juice. Kind of cool though. You smiled and closed out of the tab when an unfamiliar voice called out to you.
"Good morning, Art. Great to see you doing better!"
"Heh, yeah. Feeling better." You forced a tight-lipped smile to prevent yourself from frowning. Brandon stayed still with his own fake smile plastered on his face. After a beat of him not saying anything, you asked, "Do you need something?"
"You forgot to go grab your apron. What if a customer came in? That would look very unprofessional. Here, I'll watch the counter and you can go grab your apron."
The corner of your mouth twitched, and you took in a deep breath. You stepped away and grabbed your stupid apron. As you threw it on, the bell chimed. You rushed back out, hoping to catch the customer before Brandon.
The counter stood unattended and you found Brandon down one aisle with a woman discussing products. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Isn't that what your boss wanted you to stop him from doing?"
"Yes, Beetle, it is."
You hissed out a sigh and shook your head. As you walked over to them, you prepared yourself to speak in your chipper customer service voice. Brandon insisted he could take care of the customer, only for Mr. Turner to order him to get back to training. Brandon grimaced and stepped away to let you take over.
Your smile was easier to keep on your face after that. You helped the customer find what she needed and rang up her items. She left with a wave and you went back to the computer.
"What the hell is that guy's deal?" Betelgeuse asked, gesturing with a thumb to Brandon.
"I don't know. I don't know if I really care." You leaned back onto your heels and let your mind wander. Whenever you were alone, stuck at the counter, you always pulled up simple web games on the computer to pass the time. But with Betelgeuse there, you couldn't ignore him to play games.
"What are ya thinking about, sweets? How hot it would be to make out right now?"
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "No, you flirt. I'm thinking of what we can do to pass the time. All I'm coming up with are twenty questions and I spy."
"I'm fine with that," he said as he flashed you a sharp grin. "Okay, I'll start. I spy with my rotten eye, something... metal."
"Well, that narrows it down."
The two of you spent the rest of the morning going, taking turns playing those silly kids' games. Betelgeuse huffed and whined whenever a customer, or worse, Brandon, pulled you away to help them. Any time you called him out on his grumbling, he denied it as the color in his hair shifted.
He caught you staring at his hair once or twice, which exacerbated the shifting colors. Each time that happened, Betelgeuse quickly picked up whichever game you two had been playing. You left the topic alone for the moment, but stashed it away to ask about later.
Halfway into a difficult game of twenty questions, Mr. Turner came up to the counter. You ignored Betelgeuse's smug punchable face and greeted your boss, hoping your frustration didn't bleed into your tone.
"Cass, I'm stepping out for a bit to pick up something. I should be back for you to take your lunch break. Keep an eye on the store and Brandon for me, while I'm gone, okay?"
"Got it. Burn down the place and leave no evidence. Can do."
He shook his head with a laugh. Mr. Turner said, "you turd," before he waved goodbye and left the shop.
"Ooh baby, I love you talking about crimes like that! Tell me how you'd light up the place."
You turned back to the ghost. He floated with his stomach parallel to the ground as he held his scruffy chin in his hands and swung his legs pointed upward. You laughed at the dork and smiled.
"Well, the kerosene is over there, and the rolls of rags are an aisle over. There's a blow torch with some of the other tools."
"Artemis!" You whipped your attention to the stick in the mud, frowning at you. You didn't even get the chance to speak. "That kind of talk is highly unprofessional! Going over ways to burn down the store, shame on you."
"I was joking dude, it's not—"
"Well, I don't find that funny. And you shouldn't address your elders as 'dude', it is very disrespectful."
"Alright, I'm sorry."
"Good. Now I need your help."
You gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Brandon motioned for you to follow him, and once he turned back, you brought two fingers to your temple and jerked your head away.
In the middle of a tedious and painful walkthrough of creating an order of paint, the bell rang. Brandon broke away the second it chimed and went straight to helping the customer. That was irritating enough, but after the regular said they didn't need any help, Brandon insisted on assisting them.
You took in a deep breath and let the man dig his own grave. If he doesn't value your help, then he's not getting it. You marched back to the counter and found Betelgeuse picking his teeth.
He licked a striped tongue over his sharp teeth then said, "What a douchebag."
"Tell me about it."
The customer came up to the counter a minute later, followed by Brandon. You greeted the regular and switched the computer over to its register display. Your new coworker nudged you aside and insisted on being the one to ring up the customer.
"Artemis, you should have stayed at the paint desk. I'll meet you back there in a minute, after I help this gentleman."
You wanted nothing more than to slap that man. Who the hell does he think he is? Calling you unprofessional and pulling stunts like that? You grit your teeth and forced a smile before excusing yourself to head back to the paint desk.
Betelgeuse floated after you and lounged on top of the desk. You spared him a glance, but stuck to pacing the small paint pit, waiting for that douche-canoe to get back there. The customer didn't even have a lot of things to buy, so it shouldn't take Brandon that long.
"That freaking jerk," you said under your breath, "I can't believe Mr. Turner hired a guy like that."
"Want me to kill him?"
"Tempting, but no. I'm just going to talk to my boss when he gets back." You checked your phone for the time. A quarter after one, which means only fifteen more minutes until your lunch break. "God, I hope he's here soon."
You tapped your nails against the metal top of the tint machine, the speed of which accelerated the longer you waited. What the hell was taking him so long? Did another customer show up? This was getting infuriating.
"You sure you don't want me to kill the guy?"
"No, Beetle, I don't want you to do that."
"Art, who are you talking to?"
You turned around to the voice. Brandon stood at the threshold of the paint pit with his hand on his hips and raised a brow at you. Your face burned as you laughed, attempting to cover up your embarrassment.
"Oh, just this annoying little beetle. It was crawling under the tint dispenser."
"Do you regularly talk to disgusting bugs?" he asked. You opened your mouth to speak, only for Brandon to keep talking. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't act so childish. How old are you? Late teens?"
"No, Brandon, I'm closer to my thirties than my teens."
"And you're talking to bugs, where any customer can come up and see that behavior. You ought to grow up and act your age, Artemis."
The bell chimed again, and you shuffled to the side to get an unobstructed view of the front. Mr. Turner stepped in with a smile and a wave. You waved back and checked the clock on the computer. One twenty-seven, perfect. You pulled your apron's strings and took it off in a swift motion.
"Where do you think you're going, Artemis?"
"Lunch."
Brandon frowned, and you folded up your apron with a smile. He probably wanted to stop you from leaving, but that shit would not fly with the boss back. Betelgeuse hopped down from his spot on the counter and followed. You tossed your apron behind the front counter and greeted Mr. Turner. After a quick rundown of what had happened, you left for your break, with a quick stop to your car to grab your food.
On the walk to the cemetery, Betelgeuse mocked the stupid things Brandon said. He was dead on with his impression, too.
"Artemis, do you think I give a shit? I'm a giant douche with a stick up my ass! There's no fun allowed in the store."
You did your best to hold back your laughter, but that only caused you to snort. A laugh roared out next to you in Betelgeuse's voice. You covered your mouth with your free hand, but that couldn't stop your shoulders from bouncing. As the two of you crossed into the graveyard, you glanced sidelong at the ghost, who shot you a grin.
In the cemetery, devoid of any other visitors, you veered towards your usual spot, off in the corner and near the front gate. You sat on the stone bench, setting your lunch beside you. Betelgeuse, however, sat on a gravestone, with his feet propped up on the one next to it.
You opened up your small bag of chips and started snacking on them. Betelgeuse looked over from picking at his nails and raised a brow at you.
"That's all you're going to eat, babes?"
"I have a granola bar too."
You grabbed the other half of your lunch and showed him. He tilted his head with a frown, but said nothing. It grew quiet, save for your munching on the chips. Your mind wandered, and you zoned out, staring unfocused in a random direction. Betelgeuse moved, catching your eye, and you studied him.
He gnawed at his black nails with jagged yellow teeth. Stubble covered his round chin, matching the same green mixed in his hair. Has his stubble changed color like his hair has? And why did his hair change color to begin with?
You hummed to yourself after finishing the last of your chips.
"What's up, sweets?"
"I... was hoping to ask you something."
Betelgeuse tilted his head to the other side and raised a brow and pursed his lips. You gave a half smile and laughed. He looked like a curious puppy. How could this ghost-demon look so cute?
"What is it?"
"I've noticed that your hair isn't always green." 
As soon as the sentence left your mouth, the color of his hair shifted to a deep purple. You shrank back as your stomach twisted into knots. Even without knowing what the colors meant, the frown on his face and sudden dodging of eye contact weren't good signs. On no. You messed up, didn't you? Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut?
"I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything. Forget I ever mentioned it."
You dug your nails into your palms and turned your gaze to your knees. Betelgeuse produced a mix of a growl and a groan, and you peered up at him through your hair. His lips pulled into an almost smile as he kept sharp eyes pointed at his hands, where he raked his nails through the hair of one.
"I might as well tell you, you'd figure it out eventually. My hair changes color with my mood."
You dared to lift your head more. Your lips parted as your brain processed the new information.
"Like a chameleon?"
"Like what?"
He tilted his head and raised a brow as his nose wrinkled. You forced out a small laugh and smile as you wrung your wrists. "A chameleon, the little lizards that change color. It's to communicate their mood. Darker colors like black are when it's stressed, neutral tones are when it's calm, and vibrant greens, or reds can be excitement or aggression."
Betelgeuse lurched forward with a growl and ran his hands through his hair, shielding the deepening purple from view. Your stomach twisted into knots. This wasn't getting better. You parted your lips only to press them shut a second later. Why did you have to screw up and bring up his hair in the first place?
Your nails dug deeper into your palms. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"If you're going to strip a guy naked like that, babes, you could at least buy me dinner first."
Your face wrinkled as you tilted your head at him. Betelgeuse still held himself curled and closed off, but he wore a weak crooked smile. Your lips twitched, and you huffed out a dry laugh.
"Alright, we can go through the drive thru to get a few things off the dollar menu."
"Ooh! I wanna try one of those green sludgy shake things from that Old MacDonald place."
"Sorry to break this to you, but they only sell those in March."
"What? That's lame!"
"Everything is pumpkin spice right now."
He pouted and crossed his arms with a huff. Despite the childish act, the purple in his hair faded back to a muted green. You chuckled to yourself as relief washed over you. With a soft smile, you grabbed the other half of your lunch and hummed before you opened it.
"Hey Beetle."
"Hmm?"
"I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to, but I wanted to say I think your chameleon hair is pretty cool. Like, is it magic? Or is it a demon thing? Or—sorry. I'm sorry. I'll shut up about it now. Sorry."
Your eyes darted to focus on your granola bar. You fumbled with tearing open the packaging for a second, only for the wrapper to give. The force sent your food tumbling to the ground. You stared at the broken bar and heaved out a sigh. Just wonderful.
Your pocket buzzed, veering your attention to it. You pulled out your phone and checked the caller id. Unknown number. Chills cascaded down as you stared at the phone.
"Something wrong, babes?"
"Nope. Everything's fine. Just some spam call."
You shoved it back into your pocket and let it ring. If the caller wanted anything, they can leave a voicemail. Besides, you needed to get back to work.
You picked up your trash and nodded your head to the gate. Betelgeuse hopped up and floated alongside you. After a few steps out of the cemetery, your phone rang again. Every fiber in you tensed up, but you left your phone in your pocket. The third time your phone rang, Betelgeuse spoke up again.
"Who the hell keeps calling you?"
You shrugged and laughed despite your dry throat. "Who knows? I have to get back to work though."
With a hurried pace, you made it back to the store in a few minutes. The bell swung, chiming away as you beeline for your apron behind the counter. Brandon stood at the register with a phone up to his ear.
"There you are, Art! I've been calling you and you never once answered!" Brandon frowned at you and slipped his phone into his pants pocket. "You're obligated to pick up if I or Mr. Turner ever need to call you."
"O-oh, that was you calling." A small breath escapes passed your lips and you relax, only to register what he said. "Wait, how did you even get my number? I've only ever given this number to Sam and Mr. Turner."
"Why does it matter how I got your number? The issue is; if work calls you, especially if you have a shift that day, you need to answer."
"Fine, okay. I'll save your number so I don't panic again when I'm called three times in a row."
"Oh please, three phone calls make you panic? Artemis, you're an adult. You should know better than to be worried about something as simple as a phone call."
You grit your teeth and smiled. This conversation wasn't going anywhere you wanted, and you didn't plan on sticking around. You threw on your apron and marched to a far corner of the store to get away from everyone. Well, save for the ghost haunting you.
"Wow, babes, that guy is a major piece of work."
"Piece of shit is more like it."
You grabbed at products on the shelf and pulled them forward, turning the labels when needed. If you looked busy, maybe Brandon would mind his own fucking business. You clenched your jaw and growled as you brought more things forward.
"I shouldn't be worried about phone calls? What the fuck does he know? He's never had to put up with the shit I have!"
"And what shit would that be, babes?"
You glanced up to the ghost laying on his stomach across the top of the aisle shelving. Betelgeuse tilted his head. Soft and earnest curiosity graced his features. The corner of your mouth twitched before you closed your eyes and let out a hiss.
"I don't want to get into it," you said, keeping your voice quiet, "but I've had someone call me over and over before. It wasn't fun."
You pulled the rest of the items forward within arm's reach before sidestepping to get more. Betelgeuse floated after you as you inched down the aisle. He picked the games back up, and you welcomed the distraction.
There were one or two rounds of I spy, several goes at twenty questions—which you're positive Betelgeuse cheated and switched his topic multiple times. Towards the end of your shift, well after Brandon left for the day, you two asked a few "would you rather" questions. While he asked a few risque questions at the start—bite or be bitten, top or bottom—his questions took a tamer turn, similar to the ones you asked.
"Okay babe, would you rather find a rat in the kitchen or a roach in your bed?"
"I mean... I guess I'd prefer seeing another rat in the kitchen over finding more roaches?"
"M-more?"
"Donna hires her incompetent nephew to do the pest control for the apartments." You swept the line of dirt into the pan and tossed it into the trash. "Actually, speaking of, I should double check the traps and make sure something isn't rotting somewhere in the apartment."
Betelgeuse watched you finish the last of the closing routine. You clicked the pan back around the neck of the broom and stuffed it into a corner behind the counter. The only thing left was Mr. Turner to finish locking up the cash and heading out. You leaned against the counter and rolled your head back to look at the ceiling.
A quiet stillness overtook the store. It lasted a few seconds before Betelgeuse spoke up again.
"Would you rather have a nicer place but the same landlady, or the same apartment with a nicer landlady—"
"Alright Cass, you ready to leave?"
You turned your attention from the unseen ghost to your boss. He smiled and gestured to the door. You returned a half smile before exiting. Mr. Turner locked up, and you waved goodbye. A minute later you sank into the car seat and rested your hands on the wheel.
"Well babes, this certainly seems familiar."
You glanced his way and rolled your eyes before getting the car started.
"Yep, it's been an entire day since a demon followed my home, like a lost puppy."
"I'm way cuter than any puppy. Plus, you can keep me in your apartment all you want and your shitty landlady can't do anything about it!"
"Nicer landlady, by the way," you said as the car sputtered to life.
"What?"
"I'd rather have a nicer landlady than a nicer place. Donna would just let a nicer place fall to ruin."
You pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. At the first red light, you tapped your finger on the wheel and hummed.
"Hey Beetle, would you rather stay in a comfortable and familiar place with people that don't believe half of what you say, or cut all contact with them and be alone if it meant freedom?"
Betelgeuse tilted his head from one side to the other, closing his eyes as he mulled over your question. As he thought, the light changed, and you continued on your way home. A sharp grin stretched across his face a moment later.
"Easy. I'd take my freedom."
Your lips twitched up. "Yeah... me too."
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danses-with-dogmeat · 3 years
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Introducing My Fallout OCs!
OMGGGG y’all, I can’t. I’ve apparently reached over 200 of you fantabulous followers and I am so ecstatic! I honestly don’t even know if this is considered a milestone or anything, but I was super psyched, so I'm doing something about it, dang it!
Also, just a heads up on me right now, I just started school again, so my posting miiiiiiight be a bit sporadic every now and then, but I’m determined to still try and get a few posts out every week, so we’ll see how that goes. I’m also pretty backed up on requests at the moment, I’m still accepting them for the time being, but I may turn off my asks if I’m finding difficulty getting to everyone.  
Anyways, I know I don’t ever really talk about my Fallout Original Characters, but I’m thinking of doing some stuff with them in the future, so this seemed like a good place to start  🤷‍♀️ So, here they are! One from each of the 3 FO games I write for. If ya’ll want to send in any asks about these folks, please feel free to do so! 
(Art for these peeps is pending potentially as well).
My Lone Wanderer: Hope
Appearance: 
- Basically like a black-haired, blue eyed Sarah Connor (y’know, from Terminator), she’s got a small frame, but is an absolute beast. She loves to change up her hair, but prefers the iron maiden, unladylike, or rude ridge styles and will often dye it bright-ass colors, cuz why not? She’s pretty pale considering the vault background and the fact she is constantly wearing full body combat or leather armor when she’s outdoors, and she has a few piercings she actually got before leaving the vault. 
What’s in a Name: 
- “Hope” was the name that her parents chose for her before she was even born, but she can’t stand it, she just tends to see it as a cruel joke in the world they live in. She instead goes by Effie (short for Ephialtes, cuz she’s edgy and dramatic and read too much in school). Hope tends not to tell anyone her real name, and if she does, you’d best not use it to refer to her, unless you like being enslaved. The only one who could ever get away with it is Jericho and a select few people from the vault (Stanley, and her father, but she’s still not happy about it.)
Sexuality: 
- Pansexual
Main Companion: 
- Jericho
Relationship(s): 
- She has a sort of “friends with benefits” type situation going with Jericho, but it ends up getting... complicated, and turning somewhat into a relationship.
Bestie(s):
- Even though he’s her boss, Hope likes to hang out with Eulogy when she’s in Paradise Falls. When she was in the vault, she spent a lot of time with Stanley, and was pretty close with Butch, Wally, and Paul as well. 
Fam Dam: 
- James and Catherine are/were her parents (obviously). But she also considered Stanley to be a sort of uncle to her. 
Karma: 
- Oh, the worst. She’s honestly awful. She steals, she murders, she enslaves, she blows up settlements, all of it. She’s got a lot of things she needs to work out...
Faction of Choice: 
- The Slavers of Paradise Falls. (Yeah... she sucks.) The Brotherhood and the Outcasts just never really struck her fancy, and her and Jericho found it was easy to make bank with the slavers. Hope also is a friend to Allistair Tenpenny and Mister Burke... and not the folks in Megaton. Cuz they’re all not really alive.
Vault Occupation: 
- Engineer
Fun Fact!:  
- Hope is really bad with empathy, and absolutely needs to experience something for herself before she can make any sort of judgement on it, or other people who have had that same experience.
My Courier Six: Sage
Appearence: 
- Sage doesn’t really consider herself very “flashy” in comparison to most folks in NV. She’s got shoulder length brown hair (blast back or clean cut style) and brownish-hazel eyes. She’s pretty damn tan (Mojave, you know) and doesn’t have many scars, but the ones on the right side of her forehead clearly indicate where she was shot in the head (thanks, Benny). She and Boone tend to twin quite a bit, with matching red berets and sunglasses.
What’s in a Name: 
- The poor girl has no clue what her real name was before she was shot, but she saw a box of labelled herbs in Doc Mitchell’s house when she was recovering from her headwounds and decided she liked the name “Sage.”
Sexuality: 
- Bisexual
Main Companion: 
- Craig Boone
Relationship: 
- Also Boone :) it’s a pretty darn slow-burn romance with lots of bumps along the way, but their love always seems to prevail. (Gross and sappy, I know)
Bestie(s): 
- Arcade, plus Rex, and ED-E. Also Victor and Doc Mitchell.
Fam Dam: 
- No clue, unfortunately. She eventually tries to find out something about her past and her family, if she has any, but she’s got a few things to deal with first (hint, one rhymes with pleaser’s fleegion).
Karma: 
- She may make mistakes along the way, but Sage really does try her best to be as good as possible. 
Faction of Choice: 
- Mr. House and the Followers of the Apocalypse. Would like to get rid of House, but can't bring herself to become responsible for everything once he's gone. She considers herself his personal empathy and tries to assist with the goings on of the Mojave even after the battle of hoover dam. Fucking wiped out everyone in the Legion. Her and Boone are a force to be reckoned with. And she never really cared much for the Brotherhood since she had such little interaction with them. She has a good relationship with Freeside and most of the settlements/other towns as well.
Previous Occupation: 
- Courier? She has no idea what else. But she’s oddly really good with medicine 🤔
Fun Fact!: 
- She supports Mr. House for a number of reasons, but one of the biggest is that she doesn't want to lose Victor. He saved her, and she considers the securitron to be her oldest friend (besides Doc Mitchell). She knows it's a little selfish, but she can't bring herself to put an end to him after he pulled her from her own grave and helped bring her back from the brink of death.
My Sole Survivor: Jolene Arvanidis-Ryan
Appearence: 
- She’s got auburn hair she usually keeps cut short (clean cut) or in a bun, green eyes, pale skin with a good amount of freckles and has exceptionally straight teeth (braces suck, but you know.) When traveling with Cait, people tend to think they’re related. Jolene tends to wear a black beret and, if she has the time and resources, she likes cat eye style eyeliner. 
What’s in a Name: 
- Her first name runs in the family... plus her dad really liked Dolly Parton, so that helped cement the first name for him. Nate’s last name was Arvanidis, and she tends to use that as her last name exclusively, she rarely reveals her maiden name (Ryan) to anyone. 
Sexuality: 
- Straight
Main Companion: 
- Paladin Danse
Relationship: 
- It takes a long time (post BB), but she ends up being with Danse. 
Bestie(s): 
- MacCready and Cait
Fam Dam:  
- Pre-war, her father was a carpenter and her mother was a major in the US military, she had no siblings and was very close with her father since her mom was often away on deployment. 
Karma: 
- Decent. Tries her best to do what’s “right,” but she sometimes has a hard time determining what that is. Is good at following orders, even if she doesn’t always agree with them (BB is the exception in this case).
Faction of Choice: 
- Brotherhood of Steel, at least until BB, then she tends to focus more on the Minutemen, but still stays by the BOS’s side when it comes to taking down the Institute. Despite her loyalty to the BOS, she always regrets what she did to the Railroad, and how she ended things with the Institute, and she holds quite a bit of resentment towards Elder Maxson for ordering her to pull the trigger that ended her son’s life, and the other lives within the Institute. 
Previous Occupation (Pre-War): 
- She was a Gunnery Sergeant in the US Military. (Trying to follow in her mother’s footsteps).
Fun Fact!: 
- She hates killing feral ghouls, but keeps it under wraps since she tends to travel with MacCready and Danse the most. After that random encounter where she found herself murdering her own neighbors, she can’t bring herself to look into the eyes of any feral ghouls she has to kill. 
Bonus! Fun Fact!:  
- She started out as my sort of "throw away" playthrough where I wanted to do a BOS run, just out of curiosity, but she ended up being my main playthrough… probably because Danse is just the best and I can't get enough of that tin can thesaur-ass.
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arianajbb · 3 years
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FIC RECS - 2
💕 stay by @you-are-my-sanctuary
A road trip to Arizona goes wrong when you catch the attention of a familiar looking dark haired man with steely blue eyes.
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💕 Tell Him, Not Me by @zsiopao
here y/n l/n lands a role in a new television series that will put her relationship to the test.
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💕Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary
In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.
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💕 What Could’ve Been by @you-are-my-sanctuary
Steve stays in the past when returning the stones, leaving you behind and erasing everything you two were to each other. Decades pass and he wonders if he made the right decision. Especially since the memories of you still lingers in his mind years after.
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💕  Let Your Spirit Fly by @starlightcrystalline
At the end of a long week, all you want is to get home. Fate has other ideas.
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💕 painted with bruises by @harryspet
In which Bucky kidnaps you in order to get close to his enemy, Steve, but realizes that Steve isn’t the hero he used to be.
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💕 Wolf, Partner, Gloves... by @revengingbarnes
HYDRA’s words make Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode. Then he meets you, and you make for him words that will bring him back to normal.
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💕 Sleeping With A Friend by @wkemeup
You wake up in Bucky’s bed after a night you’re certain will only break your heart.
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💕 An Unpredictable Reunion by @head-always-up-in-a-dreamworld
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💕 American Boy by @quarantined-with-bucky
Request: So basically buckyxreader where she is a super successful businesswomen and awfully confident but when she’s with bucky she feels insecure as many women want him and she’s insecure of nat. Based on “American Boy” by little mix where bucky is her american boy and the other girl in the song is nat. So like angst with a happy ending (maybe smut if you’re comfortable idk idk).
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💕 Uptown Girl by @brooklyns-boys
You’re a spoiled, shallow party girl who enjoys pushing any button you can find. When your parents put their foot down, giving you the choice between marrying a suitor of their choosing, or being cut off from your money, you’ll have to decide between luxury and the only person who’s ever given a damn about you.
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💕 pictures of girls by @subtlebucky
you’re prepared for a fun-filled weekend with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. instead, you get a weekend with the guy who sort of rejected you and a camera. what could go wrong?
💕 don’t forget to sing by @sunmoonandbucky
You meet someone new in the most unlikely of ways during the quarantine in New York City.  An alley is six feet apart, right?
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💕 bloody by @buckycuddlebuddy
he looked feral; his eyes black, face contorted in something devilish, lips blood red and shiny and the smirk on his face was promising more than he already had given.
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💕 Home by @softlybarnes
Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.
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💕 Kiss Me Better by @blissfullylostinarabbithole
Bucky has your heart, but he seems to despise you. Loki comes up with a plan to make him realize just what he’s missing.
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💕 x by @blissfullylostinarabbithole
Bucky receiving his first piece of fan-mail.
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💕 My Roommate’s Boyfriend by @angstysebfan
Your roommate’s boyfriend and you do not get along. You don’t even know why anymore. When your roommate has to move unexpectedly across the country, you both begrudgingly drive her car to her new home. Adventure, angst, and secrets come alive.
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💕 life with tiny and beefy by @wiensrsoldier
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💕 Safe Place To Land by @sunlightdances
You and Bucky are both standing up for Steve and Peggy’s wedding. Checking in at the hotel for the weekend, you’re horrified to realize there’s been a problem. A big problem.
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💕 A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction
Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.
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💕 we’re up all night to get lucky by  @nsfwsebbie
Your soldier comes home after his prevailing victory.
💕 Jealousy Looks Good On You by @tinymalscoffee
You go to your favorite coffee shop after your date from the morning before never shows up.
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💕 x by @sinner-as-saint
uni!seb having a thing for boobies.
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💕 Everything by @mariessecretfantasies
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💕 Stardust And Starfish by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend
“Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”
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💕 The Flaw Of Belief by @winterdaybreak
Y/N and Bucky fight over who can be more spiteful, who hates who more. Neither really mean it, but Bucky might just win.
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💕 dear... whoever by @whistlingwillows
a mandated series of long and short diary entries from the new head of R&D for Stark Industries.
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💕 starring role by @baezen
in which Hollywood’s former hottest movie star faces his biggest challenge yet – proving that he’s still worth the starring role
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💕 Mr. and Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory
You and your husband, Bucky, live a normal life in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. Or you did, that is, until you both realize that the other is a spy.
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💕 kitten by @buckycuddlebuddy
“you know,” bucky started, voice low and raspy. “i think i have spoiled you too much lately.”
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💕 Summer Days by @sleepypanda27
You meet a handsome stranger at the beach.
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💕 Power Over Me by @sinner-as-saint
CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways…
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💕 Bucky & the Beast by @thejamesoldier
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💕 House Pride by @delusionalwriterr
After encountering Bucky during a Quidditch game, both of you grow attached to each other. But is the attraction enough to overcome the disapproval of your brother, Tony, and the messy past between your families?
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💕 Meet Me In The Hallway by @yikeswtfmate
Y/N and Bucky have hated each other since they were children and now they’re forced to live together, whether they like it or not.
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💕 Postcards by @sebbytrash
Takes place after Civil War. Bucky is your best friend but of course you’re in love with him. He goes off to travel the world and rediscover himself, sending you Postcards along the way, whilst you struggle with your feelings.
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💕 x by @moteldwelling
(this isn’t a fic but it’s amazing omg)
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💕 Helpless by @prongsies
Sirius loved you. Loved you enough to let you go. Loved you enough to selflessly step back, allowing you to love someone he knows could give you the love you deserved - even if it hurts.
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💕 What Is, And What Should Never Be by @whoisbxcky
You wake up one morning to find yourself in an alternate reality, in which the Avengers never came to be, and your friends are living perfect civilian lives. However, things are not all they appear to be, and you find yourself facing the worst fear you never knew you had.
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💕 Impaled by @revengingbarnes
You’ve been pining after Bucky for months. A compromising situation during a mission brings you a lot closer to him than you expected.
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💕 Helpless For You by @sgtjbuccky
A blind date has lead you and Bucky to the fourth date. Each one proving that you’ve got it bad more than prior and it doesn’t quite matter what will happen - you will keep on falling for that handsome devil and you don’t even mind.
💕 Flowers by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
Love can take a while, but the right love is always worth time, and some old fashioned gestures.
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💕 The (not naked) pin-up calendar by @bitsandbobsandstuff
When you ask for a favor, Bucky (very) grudgingly agrees. What can you do to thank him? Return the favor, of course.
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💕 Rogue Angel by @harryspet
Bucky tasks himself with deprogramming you, a former hydra soldier. Will he be able to show he cares for you as his Daddy or will your training stop you from seeing the truth.
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💕 Saving The Day by @jbbmoved
On your way back home, you are being followed by a couple of creeps. When your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend and savior.
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💕 Hidden Lagoons and Seashells by @after-avenging-hours
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💕 my heart, my angel by @paintedface
valentine’s day candy grams basically show how popular you are in the school, so you expect to get none, however, one, extremely sweet one, turns up on your desk. except you have no clue who it’s from.
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💕 Like Silver Glass by @thejamesoldier
Out of all the things you have seen so far in your life – a colorful plethora of alien species, artificial intelligence, an imaginative array of mutants and their abilities, cyborgs, superhumans, assassins, geniuses, etc. – merpeople fell actually pretty low on your ‘Shocking Things That Exist’ list.
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💕 Holiday Heist by @avengerofyourheart
When the art gallery you manage is robbed on Christmas Eve, you suspect the handsome stranger who flirted with you earlier in the day, but instead of involving the authorities, you take matters into your own hands with surprising consequences.
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New series, based off the HBO/BBC series “His Dark Materials” about You and Lee Scoresby. I love Lee, especially how Lin-Manuel Miranda plays him. I love Lee, and I love his character type: The scoundrel with a heart of gold. If you have watched the series so far (only 1 season is out, season 2 comes out this fall) then you’ll know where this descriptor really shines when it comes to Lin Miranda’s version of Lee.
I am female so, because of that the dæmon will be male. Having a same sex dæmon is very rare in the world of “His Dark Materials.” I also find it easier writing from a female perspective.  
This story takes place up in Trollesund up north, as this is where we first meet Lee in the story in the book, TV show and the 2007 movie (who is played by Sam Elliot) and I can’t imagine him (TV version) with out his leather from practically head to toe! lol! Your Dæmon doesn’t necessarily have to be an animal from the north, just one that could survive the arctic cold, just for this particular story.  Dæmons are a personal sort of thing since they are a physical manifestation of your soul, I thought I’d let you choose your own. I needed to take a quiz to know mine, I know that’s silly, but the quiz I took gave me a scary accurate result to my personality, so I recommend it for you [Here]. My Dæmon is a Husky, and his name is Henry. He would be perfect for this kind of environment. lol! I’m going to try to keep it as generalized as possible. Though I think fur will be a staple since it is Trollesund.
The events of the story are completely independent of the story in the TV show. Lee is in Trollesund for another reason when the two of you meet.
Also because a lot of the background characters are never given a name, nor are their Dæmon mentioned or named, I will be giving them names and Dæmon’s if need be.  
Part 2
Key:
Y/D = Your Dæmon
Y/D/N = Your Dæmon’s Name
...and with out further ado... 
You walked down the streets of Trollesund with Your [Y/D] dæmon, [Y/D/N] walking with you. You were a woman on a mission, and [Y/D/N] could feel it, he kept up with your pace just as determined as you were. You had gotten jipped for the last time by the bartender. That son of a bitch had over charged you one too many times. The first time you were willing to let it go, but this last time -- which had been the third time, you weren’t going to be so lenient.
“Paul! God damn it, you over charged me again! You’re a fucking scoundrel, and I want my money back!” You growled as you banged through the swinging saloon style doors.
“Y/N... when did I do that, and what did I charge you?” He asked, clearly not in the mood to deal with you.
“You over charged me a whole gold! That’s including taxes!” You barked. [Y/D/N] growled feeling your anger and frustration. Paul’s dæmon danced on her feet, displaying how anxious her human really was. You took that as your sign that you had intimidated him enough, but you could never know how someone would respond to being intimidated.
“A whole gold? That can’t be right.” He said, his dæmon being the only clue that he was nervous in any way. His jaw was set, and he was going to be stubborn in spite of his anxiety. If this is the way he wanted it, you guessed that this was the way it was going to have to be.
“Yup, a whole gold, that was just last night, and the last 2 times before that you over charged me at least a silver per meal.” You said, your voice very even and firm, a slight growl coloring it with anger and frustration. [Y/D/N] growled again slightly, just to hammer the point home.
“Where’s your proof?” Paul, asked calmly, his eyes piercing yours. You pulled out a paper that you wrote all of your expenses on. You also pulled out the paper you had been keeping track on. You were anxious yourself, ever since you had been stolen from on the boat up here, you kept a very detailed record of your expenditures. Yeah that made you a bit of  stickler, but [Y/D/N] kept you straight and let you know when people had done you wrong. You would always trust [Y/D/N] for as long as the both of you lived. [Y/D/N] was never wrong. You placed it on the counter in front of him. He picked them up and looked them over. “I guess I was wrong... Lemme go and get your change.” He then went to the register he kept the money in and pulled out a gold piece and two silver pieces.
“Thank you” you replied as he placed them in your open palm, and you put them in your money pouch. You then gathered your papers and put them back in your pocket.
“Wow... I’ve never seen anybody that anal about their finances.” Chuckled a tenor southern draw from behind you. You turn to see a man clad in leather from head to toe, with an arctic hare dæmon standing next to him. You already weren’t in a great mood, and your [Y/D] made that very clear. The man’s dark brown eyes grew wide, but there was a mirth in them. His hare didn’t move an inch, he wasn’t intimated at all. That shocked you, usually the piercing look you give anyone would make them shrink away, that’s what had been keeping you safe in Trollesund for the last year. This man was a whole new beast, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that. [Y/D/N]’s tail drooped as he felt your anxiety, he then started to prance a little.
“[Y/D/N] sit still, please.” You requested, as you kept eye contact with the new southern stranger. He didn’t betray any emotion but confidence, and a bit of swagger, but otherwise he was unreadable -- another thing that made you anxious.
“Lee Scoresby, aeronaut.” He introduced himself, putting out a leather gloved hand. He smiled, and all of the sudden you could feel your knees go weak. Oh, god... this isn’t good, you thought.
“[Y/F/N][Y/L/N], explorer and cartographer.” You replied shaking his hand firmly, your dæmon becoming still, sat down his ears perked, and tail wagging. Oh, [Y/D/N] liked this guy, he must not be so bad.
“Nice to meet you, Ma’am. I still have to say I don’t know anyone that is that anal about their finances.” He chuckled.
“Well, Mr. Scoresby you have to be when you’re stolen from, by some slimy boat hand.” You reply.
“I see, that’s why Hester and I fly in my balloon.” He smiled.
“I gathered that since you introduced yourself as an aeronaut.” You replied, “What are you doing up here in Trollesund?” You asked, genuinely curious why someone from the south would come north.
“Well, how about you have dinner with me and I’ll tell you.” He offered, pulling off his hat and cocking an eyebrow at you, a hopeful question across his strong features. His arctic hare, standing up on her hind paws, ears pointing up. You thought for a minute and looked at both man and dæmon. You were very amused, and looked over to [Y/D/N] and he didn’t give any indication that you should refuse.
“Sure, Mr. Scoresby, I’ll take you up on your offer.” You smile and turn toward a nearby table. Unbeknownst to you, it was Lee’s turn to go weak at the knees. Your smile brightened up your whole face. He leaned down and picked up Hester in his arms and she whispered.
“Lee you look like a lovesick school boy!” She teased.
“Shhhh! That’ll be our lil’ secret, I have a reputation to keep.” He whispered back, and winked at her as he let her down on the bench seat next to him. 
You sat down and made yourself comfortable, [Y/D/N] settling, and laying down at your feet on the floor. You reached down and petted him on his head, smiling at the shiver of modest pleasure that echoed between the both of you as Lee sat down. You leaned on your crossed arms on the table, and Lee mirrored you. You unconsciously delight in glee as you register that he has mirrored you. 
“So what are you doing up this way, Mr. Scoresby?” You ask, looking into those dark chocolate brown eyes.
“Call me Lee, and I’m up here to find work.” He replied.
“I see, that’s why [Y/D/N] and I came up here. Most of the more southern lands from here were mapped and explored, the arctic was not, and the far south was way to hot for me. I rather be cold, How about you Lee?” You smile, he smiled back as he heard you call him by his first name and Hester shivered a bit feeling Lee’s glee at being called by his first name on the bench under the table.
“Well, seein’ as I am an aeronaut, I like to be cold, but having someone warm to cuddle with, like Hester-” He smirked, and winked.
“I don’t think so, you have furs to keep you warm, Lee.” Hester snarked. 
“Woah! She talks around people who don’t know her?!” You asked suprised. You knew that [Y/D/N] never talked around strangers, and not even close friends if he didn’t want to.
“Yeah, she does, we’re not too...” Lee shrugged not knowing the word he was going for, but he figured You would understand. You nodded.
“[Y/D/N] is a bit of a stickler, he doesn’t trust easily. I’m thankful for that though. He’s never been wrong.” You smile at [Y/D/N]. Lee was thankful that he was sitting down, he would have collapsed on his butt this time, that smile was so bright it was blinding.
“What does he think about me?” Asked Lee. Hester rolled her eyes, she could tell that [Y/D/N] had no problem with either of them.
“He likes you, that’s why I gave him a glance when you asked me to go to dinner with you.” You explained. 
“I see, he’s your bad person detector isn’t he?” Lee asked.
“Yes he is.” You smile and give [Y/D/N] a small pat.
The two of you converse into the night, you don’t even notice its last call until Paul comes up to your table, his Dæmon in tow.
“Okay, this is last call, one more for ya, or are ya gonna hit the road?” He asked.
“I’ll have one more, what will the lady be having?” Lee inquires as he looks at You. You blush, when he calls you a lady and respond.
“This lady, will have one more. Whisky on the rocks this time please.” You request.
“My treat.” Lee orders to Paul.
“Yes, Sir.” He says as he nods back to Lee, and leaves to retrieve your last drinks.
“Whiskey huh?” Lee asks.
“I like some every now and then, these beers are getting tasteless, I need something that’s gonna burn!” You giggle, the alcohol you’ve already drank making you giggly.
“I pegged you for a vodka kind of girl, or even rum, but whiskey? You have more gumption than I thought Little Missy.” He flirted, the alcohol he drank clearly making his inhibitions disappear.
“Little Missy? How dare you! I’m all woman!” You flirted back, pretending to be offended a hand on your chest.
“Oh, really? All Woman, huh?” He asked, wiggling an eye brow.
“Mmmhmmm, and I’d show you if we hadn’t just met.” You giggled at how ridiculous you just sounded. Why in the heck were you flirting like this you never flirt with anyone. 
“Ohhhhh.... is that an invitation for a rain check?” Lee asked, his voice dropping an octave. You shuddered, the deep note doing what it was meant to.
“Yes, I believe so. You are rather attractive Mr. Scoresby.” You flirted.
“Thank you, and I thought I told you to call me Lee.” He said and winked. You thought you were going to die, he winked, if you had been on your feet you would have collapsed. Damn....
“Sure-Lee!” You said, making his name into a pun and cracking up trying to ignore the pool of warmth that was gathering between your legs. 
Paul had come back with your whiskey and Lee’s beer a while ago, that’s why you were getting so sloppy. Damn, Lee was sexy and he knew it. All you wanted to do was rip the leather off of him, and absently you wondered what it would look like crumpled on your floor...
“[Y/N]! Hello!” Lee said waving his hand through your vision. 
“Oh! Yes! Hi!” You blushed, feeling like you had just been caught.
“What were you thinking?” Lee inquired, his curiosity piqued.
“U-uh... you don’t want to know.” You blushed again. “I should get going... I’m drunk, and tired. I and [Y/D/N] need to get home.” You said politely trying to put the naughty thoughts behind you. It was never a good idea to have sex with someone when your drunk, so you wanted to find a way to skirt that idea, you knew if you didn’t you’d regret any decision that you might make.
“Yeah, it is late.” Lee agreed, and stretched back yawing. “I’ll walk you guys home, and make sure you get there safely.”  Lee was much more sober than you were, and acted like he was at your level of drunkenness. 
“Bartender! Hey Bartender!” Lee yelled to get Paul’s attention. He had stopped at the bar on his way to the bathroom. Paul came over.
“Yeah, what can I do for you?” He asked.
“The entire night is on me, its my treat, also with any beer you serve me can you water it down half way?” 
“Sure, that sounds weird but sure.” He agreed.
“Thanks! And here’s an extra few gold for your trouble.” Lee flashed his signature dashing smile.
Lee stood up and walked around to your side of the table and pulled you up, and helped you out the door. 
“I can walk by myself, silly.” You say giggling as you try to pull yourself away from him.
“I know you can, [Y/N]. I wanna be here to make sure you don’t-” He was cut off as you tripped over a rock in the road, he dived to catch you, and caught you by the back of your coat. “don’t get hurt.” He gently finished with a smile.
“Oookay, Lee, you can help me walk.” You agreed, he pulled your right arm over his shoulders and he clamped his arm around your waist and helped you walk.
“Where is your house?” Lee asked.
“Two blocks up, take a right, and it’ll be the last house on the left.” You said.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He said and he walked you all the way home. 
“Do you have a key?” He asked.
“Nope, should just swing right open.” You replied while trying to reach for the door handle. “I forgot to grab them and lock the door in my fury to get my money from Paul.” You explained.
“I see, lets get you inside.” He smiled, turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and went inside. He kicked the door shut with his boot clad foot. Then walked you to your room. He set you on the bed, you reached up to try to pull him to you, but he resisted. “No Ma’am you are too drunk.” He said and pulled your arms from his neck, knocking his leather fedora off in the process. He chuckled and placed it back on top of his head. “You need to sleep. I am going to shut the door and leave as soon as [Y/D/N] settles. Okay? I’m going to sleep on the couch, I will see you in the morning. Gnight, Darlin’.” He said.
“Night-night.” You mumble as you pull yourself under the covers and doze off.
Lee shut the door and walked over to your couch, it wasn’t much. Blue and threadbare, but it was something, you even had a cream fleece blanket thrown over the back and a pair of matching throw pillows. He arranged the throw pillows, pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, kicked off his boots, pulled off his leather gloves and tucked them in the pocket of his leather duster, took off the duster, leather fedora and placed it on the side table, pulled off his leather areonaut coat, laid on the couch and settled down. Hester settled down in the armchair on the other side of the table.
“Gnight Hester.” Lee mumbled.
“Gnight Lee.” She said back 
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my-fanfic-library · 4 years
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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [9]
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I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone sending love and condolences. I’m really honestly not doing well right now, but I am doing a little better than before. I’ve only cried once today so far and progress is progress. Sorry I took so long writing this, I hope you can all forgive me. Again, thank you all ❤️
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Zoe’s eyes glossed over the dark bruise on Jack’s neck, unable to battle the tears that were threatening to come forth. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine that something like this would happen. When encouraging Jack to take place in the trial, she had imagined it going a lot more smoothly.
About 24 hours had passed since the incident and up until this point, Zoe had been untraceable. She had uttered something about an appointment when she finally came to see Jack but he chose not to press.
“You know, I don’t actually have any... feelings.. like that towards her.” Jack’s hoarse voice broke the silence.
“I know. We agreed you’d do this to find out if Dracula was drinking her blood. At least we can find relief in knowing he isn’t.” Zoe plucked up the arnica cream, opening the tube and pushing some out onto her fingers, “here.”
Her cold fingers connected with his neck as she smothered the cream over his wounds.
“What the hell happened in there?”
Jack gulped. She needed to know. After all, this information would most likely be vital to learning more about Count Dracula.
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A large hand gripped the back of his neck with so much force he lost his breath.
“Good evening, Mr. Seward. I’m afraid you’re going to have to take your hands off of what’s mine.” The voice was low and you hadn’t quite heard his voice like this before. It sent your heart into a frenzy and Jack’s face lost its colour immediately.
Before Jack could begin to utter apologies or excuses, he became weightless and within seconds, he was crashing against the wall and slumping down to the floor. He heard your voice call his name, and the slow, rhythmic thud of footsteps.
“My, oh, my... did I ruin your little... alone time?” Dracula sneered, “I suppose you both looked like you were having fun.”
His eyes interlocked with yours and the coolness of them made your heart beat even faster. How the fuck could you let yourself anger a damn vampire?! If you survived the night, you were sure there was someone up in heaven rooting for your stupid self to claw your way out of this hole you had dug.
You watched as Dracula knelt down, plucking up Jack’s face in one of his hands and inspecting him. A little of your lipstick had worked it’s way on to his lips and some of it had smudged a little past the edges. A rosy pink, easily distinguishable from his skin tone. Dracula tutted, and with no force on his behalf, pulled Jack up to his feet. Jack groaned and you finally stood, trying to work your way between the two slowly.
“Having trouble keeping your hands off of him, [First]?” Dracula inquired, his tone accusatory and clearly angry.
“I-...” What else could you say to him? It wasn’t like you meant anything to him. He was merely a child and you were the supper he wasn’t ready to eat, and so he had resorted to playing with it. You took another step towards him.
“Ah, ah, ah, you stay right where you are,” Dracula warned, “unless you want your friend here to become my meal for the night.”
“Dracula,” you warned back, eyes narrowing, “don’t you dare harm him.”
“Darling, I can hear your pulse from over here. You couldn’t intimidate me.”
You watched as Dracula inspected Jack’s face, turning it left and right, up and down. You weren’t quite sure on what he was doing, but he was too interested in Jack. And that alarmed you.
Jack was paralysed with fear. The longer Dracula held him up, kept his head spinning from the standing, the coolness spread throughout him. Right from the hand, down the neck where it burnt where he touched, down his spine, towards his fingers and his toes. He knew he was powerless. He knew this was a bad idea.
Was he going to die here tonight? He didn’t know.
“After everything I did for you, [First]... and you decide to preoccupy yourself with boys. With things that will only taint and stain you.” His low voice carried easily to your ears.
“I didn’t realise I was your property.” Your voice was a little shaky and Dracula had to admit that he loved the way you sounded in that moment.
“Wasn’t me keeping you alive a hint as to that? I thought you were smarter than this. I thought you caught on a long time ago.”
“When exactly? When you pretty much told me to my face that you wanted to eat me? When you came to my house and made it so I felt too terrified in my own home to sleep? When you disappeared for two months?!”
“Now, [First], you sent me south with your words of a promising meal. Don’t try to blame me for going after it.”
“Then why did it take you so long to return? What was I supposed to do without you here?”
“[First]-“ Jack breathed and you could tell he was struggling for breath, “don’t-“ he was cut off by Dracula tightening his grasp.
“Hush, you.” He warned Jack with a lowly voice, “you really do like to create a scene, don’t you [First]? You think life is like the pretty little scenarios shown on the TV? Trust me, I am nothing like that.”
He locked eyes with you, eyebrows furrowed in a frenzied kind of rage. You had no clue that finally moving on with your life would prompt such a response from somebody who had seemed to not care anymore. The tension in the air was almost tangiable and it tightened in your lungs and made your head spin with anxiety.
“I’m worse.”
Like throwing a rag doll, Dracula threw Jack’s body aside. The brunet tumbled into your fireplace, knocking the fire guard down and scraping his hands on the brick work.
“Jack!” You began to make a break towards him, but arms had swooped you up and with much fight, though it was easy for him to ignore, you were gone.
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Zoe sat in slumped in her chair, pressing her forefinger and middle finger to her temple. What a mess this had all created.
“And we don’t know where she is now?” Zoe whispered. There was a pause.
“...no...” his soft voice cracked when he spoke, “I ran out of the house to follow him but... he was gone...” he looked over at Zoe, who was looking down at her feet.
“He’s going to kill her now.” She whispered, “and it’s completely my fault.”
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In the darkness, your heart pounded. You were walking with haste, trying your damn hardest to get across the viaduct. You knew if you could just make it to the cut out behind Caedmon College, you’d be able to flee. However, being so much shorter than the male strolling along behind you meant that it was proving difficult to get away from him.
You refused to look behind you. You refused to have anything to do with him. But when your arm swung backwards, he caught your wrist and pulled you backwards so that you had to.
“Are you finished with your tantrum yet?” He inquired.
“Get off of me.” You pulled your arm from his grasp.
“Clearly not.”
“What the hell is your problem, Drac?” You crossed your arms, glaring so hardly at him it caused even the big bad vampire to very slightly flinch, “come on, tell me!”
“Now, [First],” you watched him as he looked at you, playing with the ring on his finger as he did so, “it’s not so much a problem with me but with you.”
“With me?!” You shrieked, “I never even realised that I was yours to claim! You’re the one who fucked off to London!”
“Only,” he began sharply, “because you sent me.”
“Yeah but I was thinking more like a week or two at most! You can’t just come back and demand that the only person I spend time with is you! It’s my job to do that! And I don’t want to have to work 24/7 just to appease you!”
“Why are you getting so worked up? That boy feels nothing for you and you’re acting like I just ruined your most promising love affair.” He was now glaring as well.
“And how the hell do you know how he feels? Have you been drinking his blood?” Dracula scoffed and then began to laugh a little.
“Of course not. Why would I need to when I’ve been doing my-... let’s say culling, down in London? I’ve been getting my fill, [First], that’s all.”
“That still doesn’t mean you can just come back and tell me what I can and can’t do.”
“I think you’ll find that I can. After all, it’s me who’s the dangerous one here.”
And it clicked. The realisation that you were alive because of his mercy, that you had let him in so deeply into your life that he could - if he chose to - snatch the life away from you in a heartbeat. You were in a position now that you were at the mercy of a beast.
You had no choice.
You were going to have to obey him.
“Your heartbeat...” he trailed off, strolling closer and lifting your head with his index finger, “why does it do leaps and bounds for me? Why didn’t it for him?”
“Like you said, you’re dangerous. Jack isn’t.”
“I think we proved that back there.” He chuckled, “my gracious, any other man would’ve gotten straight back up after something like that.”
“Yeah, well...”
There was a silence. The wind took place in your conversation and below the bubbling and the rush of the river helped to conceal the silence even more. You could hear Jack below screaming your name.
“Leave him.” Dracula commanded.
“I need to go home, Drac.”
“No you don’t.”
~^*^~
The next night passed and neither Zoe nor Jack found themselves at the mercy of much sleep. They were both fretting over your well-being and seeing as you weren’t answering your phone, it felt like a cause for concern. The night dragged.
When morning came and people began to flood back into the foundation, Zoe found herself perched on a chair in the reception watching every person who walked in. Jack had to go and busy himself in the hopes you’d just appear by his side like you usually did on a work day. 8:36 arrived and when you waltzed through the door with a coffee in hand, you were not prepared for the barrage that was Zoe Van Helsing.
“Where the hell were you?! Do you have any idea how I- how worried both me and Jack were?!”
Her eyes washed over you with relief, however. Your hair was tied up, out of your face and she could see no mark on your neck. Thank God. He hadn’t hurt you yet.
“[First]?!” The force that hit you was undoubtedly Jack and you found yourself being pushed backwards a few paces. His scent filled your lungs and you couldn’t hold back your relieved laugh. He pulled away, “it’s not funny.” He scolded, “it’s really not funny.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Your smile slowly faded and you looked between them. Zoe looked nothing short of exhausted and Jack now had a large bruised bloomed on his neck and a bandage on his temple.
“Seriously, [First], where were you? You didn’t pick up- we thought that- we thought... Count Dracula...” Zoe found herself trailing off. She couldn’t bare to think about what could have happened to you.
“Well I just... took a train.” You shrugged.
“Where to?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters. Where did you go?” Zoe challenged.
“Fine. We went to Goathland.”
“Goathland?” Jack raised an eyebrow at you, “there’s nothing there.”
“I suppose not.” You mumbled.
“Is that where he’s staying...?” Zoe asked you softly.
“It really doesn’t matter-“
“I can’t believe you’d be so stupid.” Zoe bit her lip.
“It wasn’t like I had the choice, Zoe. He’s the one in control and I’ve dug myself a hole too deep now. I’m literally going to have to spend the rest of my life doing whatever he wants.”
“Yeah,” Jack locked eyes with you, “until he kills you.”
“What did you even do there?” Zoe asked.
~^*^~
Lolling on the plush satin sofa, your eyes wandered over to the tall male who was tinkering with the statues on the fireplace. He wasn’t really paying any attention to you, but then again, he hadn’t since you’d boarded the last train into Goathland. He’d been quiet and collected.
Not that you were minding, after your eventful evening, some solace was very much needed. Even if you were in his company, the silence was much appreciated for even a moment. Every now and again, his feet would potter around the room, inspecting items here and there. This went on for a good fifteen minutes before he finally sat down in the cushiony chair opposite you. His fingers curled around the edges of the arm rests and he looked at you. You were sprawled out. You were half asleep. He smirked.
“[First]?” His lips turned upwards a little.
“Mhm...” you replied tiredly.
“You aren’t going to fall asleep on me are you?” He lightly teased.
“...no...”
“It seems to me that you are.”
“Well... ‘m’not...”
“Sit up, [First], we have much to discuss.”
“Like what?” You yawned, finally pulling yourself up and stretching your arms out.
“Let’s make a deal, darling.” His wicked eyes set on you and you looked at him with a puzzled expression painting over your tired features.
“On what?” Your short answers proved your exhaustion and although he was tempted to show some mercy and let you sleep, he wanted to get this out of the way.
“Well... I’ll propose my end of the deal first. I have to go back to London, you see. For certain reasons. Now, my end of the deal is that I promise you I’ll check in, make sure you’re behaving yourself up here.”
“Right...?”
“And in return, all you need to do is keep yourself to yourself.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Obviously I understand that you have to work and that requires a degree of socialisation, however, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do any of those- date things.”
“Are you really that jealous?”
“I’m not jealous, I’m merely trying to protect you, [First].”
“Whatever.” You yawned. You stretched out once more and let your body relax once more.
~^*^~
You looked between Zoe and Jack. Both were waiting for an answer.
“Nothing. We didn’t do anything.”
You smiled and finally pushed your way past the two. Jack turned his head to watch you walk away and Zoe sighed.
“She’s lying.”
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Release the Hedgehounds || Ariana & Kaden
TIMING: About 2 weeks ago.  PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: At Blanche’s suggestion, Ariana enlists Kaden to help her get rid of the hedge hound in her backyard when she can’t get a hold of Celeste.
Considering Celeste was still pretty pissed off, Ariana had decided to do most of the household chores while she was at work. It seemed like a winning idea until she went out back to try and take the trash out. She thought she’d seen a plant she hadn’t noticed before, but when it began to move toward her, Ariana quickly realized she really needed to get back in the house. She wasn’t about to take out some plant monster with an actual bag of garbage. Hoping to distract the creature, she left the bag of trash in the middle of the lawn, and bolted back indoors. Mr. Plant Deer still felt very inclined to follow her back to her house and watched closely from her backdoor. She tried calling Celeste, but it kept going to voicemail which meant the diner was busy. “Well, fuck,” she thought before remembering Blanche had mentioned an animal like this and said there was a guy at Animal Control taking care of them. Kaden had said he’d be there soon, but just to be safe, she grabbed an axe out of Celeste’s closet in case this thing decided to be like the spinach at Deirdre’s house and break right on in. Normally, she’d change out of her practice soccer uniform for company, but she was feeling a little weary about even looking away from this hedgehound as Kaden called it. With the axe gripped tightly in her hands, she watched the hedgehound carefully from behind her couch until a knock interrupted their staring contest. She slowly backed away, not taking her eyes off the thing until she was close to the front door. She opened it and quickly let the man in. “You must be, Kaden. I’m Ariana. I appreciate you coming out to help with this hedgehound thing. It’s out back this way.” She gestured toward the back of the living area where the back door was. “I’ve, uh, got an axe in case you need a hand or anything.”
Another day, another monster called in to animal control. Kaden could say a lot of things about this town (and he sure did), but he somehow found a way to get consistently paid for hunting and to have a day job that not only didn’t interrupt his hunting, but actively encouraged it. Why he didn’t try for this type of job sooner, he didn’t know. When he got a message about a walking plant covered animal, he was pretty damn sure he knew what he was dealing with. Hedgehound. They were a lot easier to deal with in the woods. This was going to be a challenge. Especially if this was one of Blanche’s friends. Who knew what that meant. Still, he packed up his weapons, mostly knives and machetes, and a couple of extra lighters. He expected this to be tricky. He didn’t expect it would be this tricky. “Hello, animal control,” he said as he rapped on the door, waiting for someone to answer. As soon as she opened the door, he felt it. That chill that ran down his back and made his hair all stand on edge. He knew exactly what it meant. Who, rather, what he was talking to. A werewolf. A werewolf who was a teenage girl wearing a football uniform. Putain. He clenched his jaw and tried to keep his expression neutral. “I should be alright, I brought weap-- uh, extraction tools.” He looked around her to see straight towards the back door. “Can I take a look?” he asked, nodding towards the back door. The sooner he could get this over with, the better.
The hedgehound could be heard shuffling around near the front door. Ariana was grateful this thing wasn’t quite as determined to catch her as the spinach had been. She stepped out of the way and gestured toward the back door, “Yeah, extraction tools. Right.” It dawned on her that maybe this hadn’t been her best idea. Animal Control officer who was privy to the supernatural probably didn’t like werewolves, but at least he didn’t know she was a werewolf. Well, hopefully he didn’t. She didn’t particularly feel like stressing on that thought too much. “But yeah, for sure. Come on in. Beast-y boy is right back here.” She led the way to the back yard, axe still gripped firmly in her right hand, ready for the stupid plant monster if it decided to charge through her backdoor. She wasn’t about to open the door and charge on it. This guy presumably knew what he was doing if Blanche recommended him. Ariana stood to the side of the doorway, “So, yeah, you can do your thing. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll keep an eye from a distance and am here for back up if you need it. I’ve got a little bit of practice with the whole knife/axe throwing thing. Worked on killing those spinach deer that you can’t touch. Have no idea what the hell this thing does though.”
Kaden felt his skin crawl as he walked past her. And something else immediately following. A weird feeling. Like he shouldn’t be feeling the hate in every cell of his being. Maybe it was just because she looked like nothing more than a teenage girl right now. He rolled his shoulders back and reminded himself what she must look like on the full moon. Not that it mattered right now, he had to do his job. Right now she wasn’t the most dangerous thing in the vicinity. Somehow. “Fine by me,” he answered sharply, eyes fixed on the shambling shrub through the back door. Hedgehound. No mistaking it. He dropped down and started shuffling through his pack of weapons. At her words, his brow knit together and he stopped while hunting for his machete. “A spinach dear? What?” he looked at her for some sort of explanation he wasn’t likely to get. It was odd, seeing her just standing there, clutching an axe. Almost like a typical scared teenager. He sighed and rolled his eyes, voice still terse and short. “How do you feel about starting a fire in the backyard?”
Ariana nodded and watched as he unpacked whatever he was using against this hedgehound thing. “Cool, I’ll be not too far behind you then.” It dawned on her that he had a lot of weapons, even for an animal control officer. Was this the reason Blanche recommended him for a hedgehound problem? Realization dawned on her that this Kaden guy was likely a hunter, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was the werewolf sensing kind, right? This was fine. She could casually ask him about that once there wasn’t a giant plant animal trying to attack them. Maybe he could even answer her questions about Ace that she hadn’t wanted to bring up to Celeste. His questioning of the spinach deer brought her back to the present moment. Her grip on the axe loosened a bit and she exclaimed, “Oh, my sister told me it’s not actually called a spinach, but it’s like a spooky looking deer with a red head that you can’t actually touch.” At the mention of fire, she set the axe down and shuffled through one of the kitchen drawers for the long lighter. That paired with the wood they had back there would make starting a fire easy enough. She picked the axe back up just in case. Maybe she should have grabbed a few of Celeste’s knives, too, but Kaden seemed hella prepared. “I can start a fire. We have wood back there just for that. Guessing they’re vulnerable to fire?” She paused briefly before adding, “Wait, nevermind. Seems like an obvious answer.”
His brow furrowed, distracted momentarily from the werewolf in the room while trying to identify the species she could possibly be talking about. Red headed deer. “Do you mean a sianach?” Kaden shook his head. He supposed her sister was a wolf, too, if she was also well versed in the supernatural. Not sure why she wasn’t the one here taking care of it but he supposed that wasn’t really an issue. This was his job after all. Fair enough. He waited, machete in hand, as she rummaged through the kitchen drawers. If he wasn’t so focused on how much he hated that feeling of knowing that there was a wolf in his presence, he could almost see how much she reminded him of Blanche. Though thankfully not half as obnoxious. “Fire’s the only way to make sure it’s completely gone, yeah,” he said sharply, still unable to relax. “Unless you want this to come back.” He was ready to pull the door open, just get this over with, but he knew he couldn’t not yet. “Uh, what I meant though is the safest way to deal with that,” he said pointing to the hedge hound, “is to torch pretty much any greenery on the property. Somehow I don’t think your sister;s going to agree to that.”
With a snap of her fingers and a quick point at Kaden, Ariana exclaimed, “Yes! That’s what my sister said they were. They’re thicc as fuck. Accidentally bounced an axe off its ass before getting some knives to hit.” This was probably bad. At this point it was becoming pretty obvious he was some sort of hunter, she just hoped he wasn’t a werewolf hunter. Even so, she had to doubt he’d kill her in human form and she’d have Celeste with her during the full moon. Celeste could take this guy, right? Definitely wasn’t great he knew where she lived, but it was that or death by hedgehound since Celeste hadn’t answered her phone. She bit her lip nervously and nodded. “Oh, right. Uh yeah, we can torch all the plants. I mean Celeste won’t love it but she’s already pretty pissed at me anyway. A few burnt plants isn’t going to make it any worse.”
Kaden blinked at her explanation of the sianach. It was about all he could do. That was definitely different. No fucking clue what it meant but, sure. “Yeah, maybe avoid those next time.” His teeth grit together as he tried to push away the strange strain he felt when talking to her. He couldn’t place what that feeling was but maybe it was just him trying to ignore the constant buzzing senses he felt being around a werewolf. He had to focus on the task at hand and that was a hedgehound. “Keep that ready if it gets too close,” he told her, nodding to the lighter she had. Machete in one hand, lighter of his own ready to go in the other, he pulled the door open and charged out. It was shambling, hardly a threat, until he ran over towards it and then it wailed an angry hollow sound and came towards him. Kaden took the machete and sliced the head shaped mess clean off. That gone, he set the body on fire, holding the lighter up to it. His brow furrowed when he heard something to his left. One look and it was clear he fucked up. Shit. That was right. Next to him now was a second hedge hound growing from the head of the first. And it was even angrier. “Putain,” he muttered to himself. “Gas! Oil! Anything!” hee shouted to her back inside.
If there hadn’t been a pit of nerves beginning to form in her stomach, she would have found his blinking at her as if she had five heads amusing, but as it was Ariana nodded along. “It’s not like I sought it out. I had to turn the water off to repair someone’s faucet and it came out of the woodwork, but sure.” Her tone came out a little sharper than she had meant for it to. They were moving on from that quickly though seeing as there was a violent plant monster in her backyard. She gave a curt nod and had her lighter ready. “Aye, aye, captain.” If she wasn’t a little nervous about the situation, she would have laughed at her own Spongebob reference. She followed as he charged out into the yard and was bewildered at the eerie hollow sound it made. Kaden had taken the thing’s head clean off and she was shocked at how easy that was. That was until the head started to regrow a body. “What the fuck!” He yelled for her to get gas or oil and she quickly bolted over to the grill to grab the gas tank. With ease, she picked it up and ran it over to him, slowly stepping back as he took it from her. Being a hedgehound’s snack was not exactly her idea of a good time.
Kaden scrambled away from the beasts. He can’t believe he fucked up quite this spectatualry. Shit. Maybe he could blame it on being distracted. No, probably not. Shit. How could he forget? Thankfully she was back with the whole gas tank pretty fucking quick. He squinted a moment at the sight of a teenage girl easily carrying it across the way at first. Then he remembered what she was. As if he needed confirmation. Didn’t fucking matter right now anyway. He took it from her with a quick nod and turned the nozzle and aimed it towards the creatures. He fuckign hoped it was enough and not too much. ‘Run!” he shouted at her and pointed back inside. He couldn’t tell how bad this could be, but they were going to find out. He grabbed a match, struck it, lit it, and tossed it, booking it back to the house. A wave of flames went up and torched the hedge hounds with them. And a whole lot of the rest of the foliage in the backyard, too.
Ariana was quick to race back into the house at Kaden’s order. She assumed it was about get pretty fiery pretty quick and she didn’t need to become a barbequed wolf. As he got the gas on the tank going and struck it, she watched anxiously as he ran back into the house. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding once he was back inside the house. Even if she was pretty sure he was a hunter, she’d rather not see him get roasted in her backyard. He had been nice enough to help get rid of the hedgehound that was trying to chase her after all. She watched in awe as flames began to engulf the hedgehound and most other foliage in her yard. “Well, shit,” she said, still in shock with her eyes wide, “Should it be good now then? I mean, once the flames kind of die out?”
Kaden stood bent over with his hands on his knees a moment. That was a fucking stupid move. All of it. He should have known better. “You alright?” he asked without thinking much of it. Funny, he’d almost forgotten. But if he paid attention, it was still there, that nagging sense that she was different. “Yeah, they should be gone now. Once the flames are gone.” He stood up straight and brushed himself off, started gathering his weapons so he could get the hell out of there. “If you see any come back, just light them on fire. The spores are notoriously hard to get rid of.” He couldn’t figure out why he was helping a werewolf, possibly a family of them, or why he cared. No, he knew. It was still a monster that was in her backyard. And he killed those no matter whose backyard it was. “Just make sure not to cut it, alright. It, uh, it multiples. Clearly.”
Ariana nodded still captivated by the flames that were taking over her backyard. Man, she was going to miss the flowers she’d just planted out there, but it was better than having a hedgehound probably. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She turned her attention back to him and listened closely to his instructions in case the thing returned. God, she hoped she didn’t have to deal with one of these things again. She took note to watch out for the spores and to burn them away. As she shook her head, she let out a small laugh, “Right, don’t try chopping it again. Burn it with fire. I think I got it.” Still, the question lingered in the back of her mind and she had to ask. There was a chance he already knew what she was and if he did, what the hell did it hurt? Clearly, he was in the know of the supernatural. She nervously ran a hand through her hair and looked down at the ground. “Do you mind if I ask you something? Are you a- how do you know about all this stuff?”
“Uh, well...” Kaden tensed as she asked the inevitable question; how he knew about the supernatural. It came down to two options, lie or tell the truth. Usually he lied, it was easy enough and that’s what most people wanted to hear. But she knew Blanche. Who likely didn’t know she was a werewolf if she sent him over. Still, she wasn’t likely to keep his secret long either way. Was it even worth skirting around the truth? But do you really announce to your prey that you plan to hunt them. Then again, most prey already knew who the predator was instinctively. And what if she spread that knowledge around about what he was? Shit, it should be a simple question. Yet he stood there blinking at her for far too long weighing it over. “I, uh, grew up knowing about it,” he finally told her. Not a lie. And if she already knew or suspected, she’d put the pieces together.
Ariana shifted nervously. It was obvious that her suspicion was true. Most people didn’t just grow up around the supernatural. Celeste didn’t indulge much on growing up with hunter parents, but she could connect the dots well enough. “Grew up knowing about it? Sounds a lot like my sister… well, I guess technically speaking guardian. She’s been taking care of me since I was 3… which you didn’t need to know.” Her hands fell awkwardly to her sides and she suddenly couldn’t remember what she normally did with them to begin with. Celeste’s voice was in her head reminding her to breathe. God, she wished Celeste had just answered her damn phone. “So, you’re a hunter too then. I mean, I’m not- Celeste is. You probably- I mean, Fuck, I don’t know. Uhm, thanks for helping with the hedgehound?” She forced a smile that she knew was nowhere near convincing and probably matched her shaky tone perfectly.
Kaden went back to packing up his shit. He was nearly done and ready to get out of there when she kept prattling on, reminding him more and more of a less obnoxious Blanche by the second, which was a thought he couldn’t properly resolve while he kept feeling like there was an itch under his skin he couldn’t scratch. His head shot up when she said the word “hunter.” Sure, that made sense, of course she knew. She was a werewolf and he wasn't subtle. “Your sister’s a hunter?” He shook his head in disbelief. He just couldn’t wrap his head around that. It was too strange. Uh, but yeah. I am.” His jaw clenched just thinking about it again, the whole scenario. How and why could a hunter willingly live with a werewolf? Even as a slayer or warden, it made no sense. “I trust she keeps you inside during the full moon.” The look on his face suggested she shouldn’t push him to fill in the blanks. They were done here. “But no problem. I never mind taking care of monsters.”
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In honour of dear bobby's birthday could you write a fic about reader and tom finding or adopting him as a puppy please?? Love you ❤
Look folks- Someone loves me!! (Let me take a moment to bask in the glow of the anon) and I GOT A REQUEST! ME! I’VE HIT THE BIG TIMES NOW! For those who didn’t realize, I DO in fact, accept requests though I make no promises about the turn around time. I do Prefer them to be for a OC however if a reader insert is requested I will attempt to comply- it simply isn’t my specialty- I tend to be too detailed and long winded for such in my own personal writing style.
On a side note- my ethics will not allow me to do a reader insert in RPF personally so you’ve got a unnamed oc in first person. Regardless, I do hope you enjoy. You CAN design and even name the OC after yourself just don’t let me know that as I don’t support self shipping with real people. 
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Finding Bobby
Tom tried to ignore me as I draped myself over him as best I could. He was trying to ignore me and frankly doing a fairly impressive job of it. I wasn’t one to be deterred however and since he kept the script he was reading directly between his face and mine. He was reading it, or at least pretending to rather than paying me any attention.
Oh, it’s not like That.
“If we got a dog, I would have someone else to bug. You do know that, right?” As I spoke, I nuzzled my head down between his chest and the bottom of the page.
It wasn’t really all that dignified of an action and I’m sure I looked rather ridiculous doing it. Still, after some wiggling, I managed to get a reaction. He couldn’t ignore me for long when I was acting like an idiot. It was the best way to get what I wanted.
“I don’t need another needy creature around here. You’re more than enough for me.” Tom looked down at me, his nose brushing mine and eyebrow raised.
“I’m enough for you?” Momentarily I was taken aback by his words.
We’d been together for just over a year but still, it always caught me off guard how easy hew as with his affection and simple declarations of love. Before Tom, the men I had dated always acted tough. I thought that distance and resentment of soft affection was normal.
Setting his script to the side, he draped his arms around me. With his urging, I settled better between his long outstretched legs and against his chest. “You’ve been all I’ve ever wanted from the moment I caught sight of you outside the cafe window. You’ve been more than I’ve needed since you first smiled at me. You’ve been more than I deserved from the moment you first agreed to let me take you out to dinner.”
“You sappy shit.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I slapped his chest. The somewhat serious look on his face bloomed into a warm smile as a chuckle slipped from his lips.
“But- if I’m not all you want and more and you need a dog too. Perhaps I should have a say in the beast. We’ll look at what the shelters have tomorrow, then?”
“It would be good to have someone here with me, to keep me company, when you’re gone.”
“And at times, I am gone a lot.” Tom agreed. “I am sorry to leave you so much.”
“I understand and I knew what I was signing up for from the start.”
“Still, that makes it no less lonely to be apart.” Tom’s lips found mine, ending the discussion. He’d always had a bit of guilt. In keeping our relationship as private as we could, I often didn’t travel with him and he held a seed of fear in his heart that one day soon, I’d grow to resent him for it. Even after I’d moved in with him just a few months ago, that fear lingered.
~~~~~
The morning came early. Too early. Far earlier than I wanted. When the light invaded my eyes, I did what any sane person would have done. I nuzzled my head under the soft pillow and burrowed farther into the mass of blankets. Tom wasn’t having any of that however and rather unceremoniously grabbed the blanket and yanked it off of me.
“Good Morn, Sunshine.” His chipper voice made me want to kick him before grabbing the blankets back and going back to sleep. We’d been up late the night before, making up for lost time and now, how dare he wake me up so early?!
I mumbled something that had to have been a mix of a protest at the early hour and a plea for more sleep. He wasn’t convinced as he shoved a steaming mug into my face.
“Get up, get dressed. We’ve got an appointment to dash off to.”
“An appointment to dash off too.” I mocked into the mug. “What appointment? I though you were free the next few days?” “I am.” Tom nodded. He was already dressed and showered, probably had been out for a run and back. I mumbled something again as he pulled out some clothes for me. “Darling, drink. Up. Dress. let’s go.”
~~~~~
I was longing for a second mug of coffee as Tom pulled me down the sidewalk, ignoring the few looks we got. He was a man on a mission. What was that mission? I had no fucking clue as he man wouldn’t tell me yet. ‘A surprise’ he said. ‘It’s something you asked for’ he said. ‘More sleep’ I said but was ignored. Figures.
We walked and walked. Well rather, he walked and I stumbled along after him in something that I’m sure looked more like a drunk person trying to jog. His legs were too damn long and I took too long sleeping and trying to convince him to let me to back to sleep. We were running late. Which was normal for us, if I’m honest but this time it apparently mattered. Unlike the last two interviews Luke nearly skinned him alive for being late to?
When we turned the corner, it all made sense in an instant. A wide smile stretched across my face. It quickly changed from Tom dragging me down the sidewalk to me running, yanking the lanky man down the sidewalk behind me by his arm. Ever the actor, Tom stumbled after me full of dramatics even though we both knew he could easily keep up with me.
One of us was a runner after all and it most certainly wasn’t me.
We were quickly coming up on the completely average looking building with a wire fence around back. The sign above the brick building read ‘Humane Society’ and I knew now exactly what Tom had planned. I wanted to get a dog and for all Tom’s moaning about it the last few months, he agreed.
“If we don’t find one we like today, we’ll keep looking. Alright, Love?” Giving up on the theatrics, Tom was standing tall and his long legs kept pace with me as if I wasn’t rushing at all.
“Right.” Though I was excited, I had to agree. It was important to find a dog we would both love and that would fit will with us. I could only hope and pray that inside these walls, inside what was surely a too cramped kennel was the dog the universe meant for us to have.
~~~~~
With paperwork filled out and handed in, I bounced in the seat. Tom tried to ignore me, telling me to settle down and such. It was as if he thought I couldn’t see how he’d smile at my excitement.
“Mr. Hiddleston?” A woman called out.
It surprised me that he gave his name. We often used mine when trying to fly under the radar- as much as that was possible when the man was six feet tall and had a fairly distinctive set of curls paired with the cheekbones that someone could cut themselves on.
“You coming?” Tom smiled as he stood.
The bastard knew he caught me off guard. We had talked about being more open about our relationship a few weeks prior but seeing it in practice was different. It occurred to me I shouldn’t be surprised, he didn’t don a hat this morning.
“So, I see here that you travel a lot?” The woman asked as she pretended that she hadn’t recognized Tom from the moment she saw him. Still, the effort was appreciated by Tom. Sometimes the constant attention would drain him. It was nice for him to go somewhere and be ‘just a man’ and while we both knew the woman speaking to us knew him, she was making the effort.
“Yes. I’m often away for a few weeks at time. Sometimes longer for work.” While he answered, Tom laced his fingers in mine and brought the back of my hand to his lips. “She’s often left home alone while I’m gone. We’re looking for someone to be a friend for us both, company for her but healthy enough to travel.”
“Are you looking for a puppy?” She asked.
“Not necessarily.” I answer. “What’s most important is that they are healthy and that they fit, you know?”
The woman nodded and showed us into a large room. Kennels were lined up in neat rows, dogs housed in each. There was barking and whimpers all through the room. We knelt in front of and talked to dog after dog. Large dogs. Small dogs. Old dogs. Young dogs.
It frankly felt like a doomed task. None felt right. None felt like they would belong. We’d looked through nearly every kennel and I’d honestly given up hope. It was dumb to get excited, to think that we’d find the perfect dog on the first try. And Tom was right, like he often was. I knew it. It was important to not just get a dog, but to get the right dog. This was going to be our forever dog. This was going to be a promise that come high tide, come angry fans and gossip rags.
Still, it was hard not to drag my feet and pout as we came to the last kennel. There wasn’t any noise coming from it so I’d expected it to either be empty or to find a dog so ancient we’d only have him for a week or so before he passed.
“Love, look.” Tom crouched down, drawing my eyes up from my feet. He was talking softly to the little brown ball of fluff in the cage. It looked frankly terrified to be there.
“He’s a cocker spaniel, about seven weeks old. Just brought in last night.” The woman offered.
“Oh, Hello darling boy. It’s alright.” Tom waved me down. It was clear as day that the man was enamored by the creature. He did have a soft spot for small terrified things. Normally I only got to see it when I was screaming at him to kill a spider that was clearly more afraid of me than I was of it- or so he’d claim.
Kneeling down, I got a better look at the boy. Small and looking scruffy for a puppy. Tom’s warm voice was lulling it into trusting us however. Slowly, the wobbly boy stood on four too big paws and his tail timidly wagged.
“He’s underweight and being dewormed right now but assuming he doesn’t crash in the next few days he should be ready for adoption within the next two weeks.” The woman asked as I began to coo at the puppy who was licking Tom’s hand. “If he’s the one for you, we can fill the paperwork out and if all goes well, he can go home in as early as two weeks- provided your willing to sign the neutering contract stating you’ll have him fixed in four months.”
At first, I wondered why the woman was telling us this. She’d not told us about any of the other dogs like this. But when I glanced up at her, she had a knowing smile on her face. It was then that I realized, we hadn’t interacted like this with the other dogs.
“What do you think?” Tom whispered.
“I think he’s the one.” It scared me to know that he was so young still. But he looked full of life and if he was really in danger, they wouldn’t have him on the kennel floor. I had to trust that he’d be okay. “What should we name him?”
Tom paused before rattling off a list of what had to be some of the worst dog names I’d ever heard. It was hard not to die laughing as the names ranged from foods, our friends dogs’ names’, our friend’s names and other random people names. When he said ‘Bobby’ however the puppy cocked his head. When Tom repeated the name, the dog’s tail wagged just a little faster.
“I guess he like’s ‘Bobby’.”
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The rest of the day was spent at home spending some quality time together doing some good old fashioned online shopping. Bobby would need kibble, dishes, beds, a crate and toys. So many toys and treat. He may have had a rough start to his little furry life but Bobby Hiddleston was going to live like a four legged king…
Just as soon as I convinced Tom to let the dog sleep on the bed with us, that is.
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frangipanidownunder · 5 years
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Five times someone else witnessed Mulder and Scully being cute together
Pearl: fic
Five times someone else witnessed Mulder and Scully being cute together
1
Pearl is glad that serious young man in the basement office had a partner now. He spent too many nights alone in there, hunched over that messy desk, playing around with slides and photos and stuff. She’s not sure where the redheaded girl sits but she hears her sometimes, telling him off, but in a nice way. Her name still ain’t on the door but he calls her Scully and she’s smart, real smart. Smarter than him in lots of ways. But where she’s all answers, he’s all questions, where’s she’s all caution, he’s all impulse. And sometimes that’s the better way to be. You gotta be curious, be bolder, or you end up cleaning offices for a living.
Tonight, they’re both there. He’s all excited, talking about the Smithsonian and Scully is teasing him. It’s the change in her tone that Pearl notices. Scully, with her suits and sensible heels, she isn’t a teaser; that’s his nature. But being on the receiving end, he likes it. Pearl can tell. In fact, he loves it. She stops cleaning the glass plate on the copier for a bit, just so she can hear more. 
“But Scully, Professor Carvel showed you the data. How can you deny it?” “Mulder, a collection of anecdotes about beast men and women, albeit far more than I had anticipated, is not enough for me. It speaks of a shared cultural mindset, not of scientific proof that these…these creatures exist.” “But don’t you find it exciting that there is a direct correlation between the biota and the prevalence of sightings? Doesn’t that do something for you?” She laughs, Scully does. Full on laughs. In his face. And it’s the best sound Pearl has heard in years. Because it makes him laugh. Fool doesn’t know what he’s even laughing at, but he’s in stitches and they’re both there, opposite side of that desk, giggling like teenagers. “Why is it so funny?” he asks it eventually, but by then Pearl is back to cleaning the glass. Because it is, she thinks. Because it just is.
2
Scully left. She just wasn’t there for a while, and Mulder was back to being sad again. But then she came back and he perked up, smiled a lot more, asked his damn fool questions, and waited for her clever answers. Even though he dismissed them to her face, Pearl knew he collected those bits of her wisdom, her sensibleness, and used them when he needed to. And then she was gone again. Taken this time, poor man was a wreck for weeks until she returned, got better and came back to work. 
They came back from Florida a day or so ago and he’s been in a jolly mood. Keeps talking about Blockheads and Dog-Faced boys. He even put two tickets on her side of the desk. For Silver’s Circus. As though that smart Scully is going to go on a date with him to the circus. What is thinking, that boy? She’s an art gallery girl, a museum girl, one of those arthouse movie evenings girl. Pearl thinks one day she might have to teach that boy how to properly ask this girl out. So that she says yes. The way they look at each other. The way he pined for her when she was missing. That says something.
“Mulder, can I get you something for lunch?” Scully says from the doorway. Pearl nods at her and gets one of Scully’s pretty closed-mouth smiles. She’s shy like that, tucks her chin to her chest before she smiles. Won’t show her teeth. “Sure,” he says, and he misses the smile on account of how he’s got his face in a report.
It’s not ten minutes before Scully is back and Pearl hasn’t finished emptying the bins yet. She’s holding two paper bags in her hand and she has a bolder smile on her lips this time. In fact, if Pearl didn’t know any better, she’d say that girl was up to something. 
Pearl hangs back so she can see through the gap in the door and she gets the pay off straightaway because when Mulder opens his bag without quitting reading his report, he leaps back off his chair with a real girly scream when a bunch of bugs jump out of the bag.
Later, Pearl finds a cricket among the sunflower seed shells and starts laughing.
3
She notices the keychain on the desk and the gaudy wrapping paper. She’s vacuuming the carpet and didn’t hear him come back into the office. “Hey Pearl,” he says. “Mr Mulder,” she replies and switches off the vacuum. “I’ll come back.” “Don’t mind me,” he says and takes a roll of sticky tape from the drawer. He looks up at her. “It’s my partner’s birthday.” He sticks the key chain on the paper and covers it, folds the ends and sticks it all together with a strip of tape he chews off the roll. He looks up at Pearl again. “Is there something the matter?” Boy doesn’t have a clue. “Nothing,” she says and switches the vacuum cleaner on. He leaves. By the time he comes back, she’s almost done. He’s holding a bag and wearing a shit-eater. “This better?” he asks, pulling out a white gift box with a gold ribbon round it. She nods and he grins and he heads out of the office whistling Stevie Wonder’s Happy Birthday.
4
They don’t talk like they used to. It’s like after that time they got stuck in Antarctica (the watercooler gossip spreads like wildfire where these two are concerned) they just sort of disconnected. He broods a lot, staying late. She often leaves without saying goodbye. Tonight, though, he seems more upbeat. He’s humming. She sees a folded newspaper on his desk. Box scores for baseball. “Pearl,” he says, “what do you think about aliens?” “I think they’d be real stupid to land here.” “Why do you say that?” “Cos people are mean and they’re more than likely to just hurt those creatures from other planets than treat them with respect.” He nods, chews on the end of a pencil. “And what do you think about baseball?” “I don’t care for it that much. If I was gonna get the chance to sit still for as long as it takes to play a game, I’d sooner watch something beautiful.” The pencil clatters to the desk and he leans forward on his elbows. “What’s beautiful to you, Pearl?” Your Miss Scully, she thinks. And if you opened your eyes you’d see it too. Spending all your hours watching men thwack a ball with a stick instead watching that woman, well, there’s not much hope. “I like the night sky, Mr Mulder. The moon and the stars. And if there are alien ships up there, I like them too. There’s nothing more beautiful than the sky.” His sigh is loud but she thinks he’s made some kind of decision. Something important, by the way he snatches his phone and makes a call on his way out. “Scully, meet me at the baseball fields, 7 o’clock…”
5
She’s wearing the same sweater, Pearl thinks, as she pushes the cart past the basement office door. That soft green one. It suits her colouring. She’s also wearing a smile and blushed cheeks and he’s talking in such a soft tone, one she hasn’t heard him use before. They’re sitting opposite each other, a desk between them, but their fingers are touching. Pearl smiles as she unwraps the cord to the vacuum cleaner. “I should go,” Scully says. “I’ll walk with you.” His hand is on her lower back as they turn out of the door, steps perfectly synchronised. Standing at the lift, his hand slides lower and he rests his fingers over the swell of Scully’s backside. Thank the Lord for that, Pearl thinks. She nearly whoops out loud. Maybe she did, because Mulder looks over his shoulder and winks at her. They’re going to be okay, she thinks. Whatever happens, they’re going to be okay.
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marshmallow--3 · 5 years
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Imagine - being a nurse working under Florence Nightingale.
There seems to have been a queer influx of patients in recent weeks; men of various ages showing up at the infirmary's doors, nursing dislocated shoulders, sporting black eyes, split lips and a pained grimace you've grown all too used to, the look in their eyes reminiscent of primates who have had their alpha status usurped.
Yes, the number of patients coming in is odd, but what you find most peculiar is their injuries upon inspection - there's barely a broken bone. Some terrible bruising along the ribs, joints popped out of their sockets, at best a hairline fracture if you do suspect a break. It seems their assailant was considerate, heedful of striking them in such a calculated way that suggests a proficiency in human anatomy.
Your speculation leads you to one conclusion - those damn fighting clubs have cropped back up. And with them, a new underground champion, one both ferocious and kind. Could such a man exist?, you find yourself pondering, when a fresh arrival of his surly victims trudge through the doors.
For the most part, all they require is some bed rest and laudanum to nullify the pain of their relocalisation, whereas others require you to lend an ear to them and their ramblings of this 'bloody Frye bastard'. You don't learn much from the patient's rants; save for the fact he appeared in London only recently, a fresh-faced challenger who turned up out of the blue. You also learn that he's a 'bloody sod', quoth the patient, excusing yourself to snicker in private.
You have the pleasure of making his acquaintance one afternoon, though at the time you hadn't a clue who he was. Bumping into him in the corridor, he steadies your shoulders with two gloved hands, apologising in a smooth, velvet voice before smiling and going on his way. You're struck by his charm, shrugging him off as a visitor, and thinking nothing more of the debonair young man.
It's only later when you overhear Miss. Nightingale addressing him, seeing him out with words of gratitude. Before you can stop yourself, you call out, "Mr. Frye!"
The figure turns in his step, his long coat swishing in his wake. You release the breath you hadn't realised you were holding, approaching him with a curious smile. This couldn't be the same beast who injured all those men. Surely not. His clothes are pressed neatly, his hair slicked back under a top hat, his smile gracious and charming. His nimble fingers twirl a cane, his posture becoming of a gentleman.
Observing him closer, you eyeball a scar cutting through his right eyebrow, a matching white scratch secreted in dark facial hair. Moreover, his nose has a misshapen quality to it, and his physique, though buried under multiple layers of waistcoats and jackets, looks somewhat pugilistic and broad.
The injuries ascertain his identity, so you extend your hand and beam, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. You've been keeping me quite busy, Sir."
His eyes squint in perusal of your words, his tongue wetting his lips.
"Miss. ...?"
You gesture for him to follow you down the hallway, leading him towards the ward where his victims lie.
"Miss. L/N, Mr. Frye. I've been patching up some familiar faces for you, no doubt."
Ducking his head around the door to the ward, his face lights up upon seeing a cluster of his previous opponents, mostly unconscious and bandaged. One man fidgets in his bed, glaring daggers at the man behind you, who in turn waves gleefully in response.
"Oi, Frye! Next time I'll 'ave you!"
Before he can open his mouth to retort, you adopt a sickly-sweet tone and croon, "And I shall see you to your usual bed straight after, Mr. Crowe."
Mr. Frye barks with laughter, hunching over as he clutches his stomach with one hand, wiping tears away with his other. The patient scowls, grumbling profanities and raising his arm to give you both a middle finger, wincing thereafter from pulling his tender muscles, thus causing Mr. Frye's laughter to continue having briefly settled down.
Guiding you out of the room, Mr. Frye smirks, "I like you," winking your way before exiting the hospital, leaving you red-faced and positively besmitten in his wake.
What a dreadful man, you muse, hoping in the most private of your thoughts that this meeting will be the first of many.
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keevansixx · 5 years
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The Future Was Now...
I heard an interesting opinion concerning sub-cultures and why, in today’s age, you almost never see any sub-culture being represented on the streets anymore. When you do spy one of these rare individuals out in the wild, it’s like some rare mythical beast of a thing...fleeting, fierce, and wonderous. 
Welcome to generation V (V as in “Virtual”, and not vain, vibrant, vitriol, vivacious, nor victor) 
The sub-cultures of the past have all died, their digital ghosts haunt the databases like the proverbial zombies of old. Resurrected every so often to wistful nostalgia, and as meme fodder for the youth of today. Gone, are the days of artfully attired denizens of the world... languidly rambling to and fro across the surface of the land, spreading creativity in their wake like massive glaciers carving rivulets in the tapestry of the earth to be witnessed by eyes unseen, and thoughts unbridled. No....those days are long gone and forgotten.
Here I sit, alone in a box of my own design. Shackled to a monitor who’s glow is the only ambient light in the room, I watch the world scroll by in 1′s and 0′s rendered in pixel point perfection into images that my mind perceives as pictures of a world I no longer see, in a land I no longer feel, and a place that only resembles what one would call home. I no longer leave the confines of my prison. No toe crosses the threshold of my room....it’s safe here, and everything I need is in the box....no need to leave, no need to explore, no need to wander anymore. 
I’m told what I should eat...and I do so. I’m told what I should be thinking...and I do so. Anything contrary to the will of the mob is quelled with harsh criticisms, threats, and heavy handed browbeating from the lowest common denominator. “No!...thou shall not think outside the box! Thou shalt follow the thought speak of the masses! Thou shalt not have an original thought or opinion! Those are reserved for the popular chattel that have earned their vanity marks in the digital realm.” I’m to remain a good obedient little digital puppet to the will of the masses. I’m told how I should dress....and I do so. The almighty digital overlords demand acquiescence, obedience, and submission to their cyber-hubris. “No creativity allowed that exceeds that of the common person, lest you offend...lest you shame...lest you make feel....the mighty digital overlords.”
“Sounds like a pretty shitty way to live.”...and you’re right...it is.
It starts on any given day, on any given week, of any given year...
I open the window. the moonlight pours in from a harvest moon I haven't seen since I was a kid, alone in the dark, watching the stars go by. I throw on some shoes that were the huge internet trend a few months ago, everybody just absolutely had to get them to be in the vouge of the moment, and walk to the door. Stepping out side, I hear the chime of the monitor, the chirp chirp of the phone screaming out for my immediate attention “Message! Alert! Come respond NOW!” the annoying braying pings, whistles, chirps, and bells that demand obedience and response. 
I close the door behind me to the sound of stillness...the sonic detritus silenced by wood and glass, and I beheld the night in all it’s splendor...….glorious!
For the first time in a very long while....I have an original thought. 
“What if I'm not the only one..?” “what if, there are others out there like me?” “what if...we found each other?”
Over the many weary months that followed, I slowly weaned myself, bit by agonizing digital bit, from the shackles that bound me to my electronic prison. As each day and night passed, I spent more and more time away. Wandering the empty paths I once trod in my youth. It’s empty now....very few wander anymore outside of those whom make the world turn through service, and the multitude of electronic zombies (E-Zomb’s) faces crammed into phone screens, that move back and forth following their scripted paths of life. Just grunts or the half-hearted handwave to acknowledge that they are still breathing and alive.
I sit alone beneath a large tree in the center of town, watching it all go by...a little notebook open in my lap, where I jot down the most interesting thoughts that pop into my brain from time to time, when I see a purple post-it note pinned to the tree with a thumbtack. On it is an artful picture of an eye wearing a butterfly wing in it’s corner crease, with a small address and time and no designation. I take the note, and put it into my notebook to await evening at the appointed time...curious, but still a little bit cautious.
the sky is a beautiful velvet purple and crimson as the sun sets and I near my destination from the note. I walk along a sidewalk counting the building numbers as I go by, various lamps and street posts begin to ignite into glowing life in the growing dusk. I stop between two buildings, note in my hand, I count the two and note that the number skips one between the two building fronts. I hear old music drifting on the wind between the two storefronts and notice a small painting of an eye with butterfly wings off a ways down the narrow alley between buildings. I step off the well trod sidewalk, and follow the sounds down the alley until I reach a courtyard....like the kind one finds in the special places of New Orleans that aren’t on the tourist maps, nor social media posts.
there are strings of lights everywhere, a few odd pieces of art statues, and wrought iron scattered across the courtyard. sitting on benches are kids in old hippie clothes, goth kids lurking near the stairwells, art kids wearing whatever the hell they stitched together out of a scrap bin and dancing in small groups to whatever was flowing out the speakers surrounding the area. I see street kids, and punk kids, rappers and writers huddled around tables furiously scribbling down lyrics and rhyme. Skaters talking about their latest gnarly shred, plain janes and joes talking about life and oppression....in a word...it was old scenes alive and well and very much kicking in a little courtyard in the middle of nowhere.
I get approached by one of the goth kids and a beautiful hippie girl. They both had smiles on their faces and a welcoming look.
The goth is the first to speak, “hey, new guy....you look a little lost. Anything we can do to help?”
I pull out the purple note and reply tentatively “Not all who wander are lost...”
“and not everyone who do are found....welcome!” beamed the hippie girl.
“well to be honest, it was blind curiosity that led me here, so far....*looking around*....I'm not disappointed.”
The goth dude looks sideways at me, then asks. “so....how long have you been unplugged?”
“About 6 months now, it’s not been easy.”
“Six months? Damn man.....you been alone all this time?”
“Yes....but it gave me time to think, to dream, to see a world I was no longer part of.”
“Wow....that’s deep, Mr. moody.....*eyeroll giggles* welcome to the club!!!” Hippy gal chimes in, “we all found our own ways out of the web in one way or another and sort of found each other by happy accident. You....well, you found one of our calling cards we throw up from time to time for a moot, just to touch bases and stay in touch.”
“Moot???” I reply.
The goth snorts a bit and broodingly says “Moot....a meet-up, soiree, party, get together, picnic, graveyard bash, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.” with profound dramatic hand waving. ”We meet up a few times a month in various locales to hob nob with the other unplugged, and share ideas or show off what’s been happening in our own scenes. Art, music, poetry, crafts...basically, all the best of us with none of the digital chains......everything’s on the table, and nothing is taboo. Within reason, of course *smirks* get too lewd and the community here is good about looking out for one another....fair warning.”
“Point taken. Understood. So, why the notes? Why not advertise on a board or through alts?”
Hippie gal grins, and says “Because, sugar, we’re old school.....analog, no digital...rockin’ the paper tags like the punks of old. Only those who unplug, and really start to notice the world around them will find us....like you. Notes on trees...that’s my contribution, people rarely ever look at the trees these days...too busy online with their faces crammed into their phones to notice. The goth crews tag the cemeteries and dark places, other kids leave clues in whatever scene they happen to be in, and we cross post the messages word of mouth in our own ways when we find out about the different moots going on across the cities. Tonight, it’s here in the garden with my tribe, next time it could be anywhere...you just have to keep your eyes open up for the clues as they place them. When in absolute doubt...always check the library...the dungeon/dragon kids always cross post every event they hear about in the stacks. We’re off grid baby! the ultimate “fuck you!” to the digital world. No chains, no obligations, 0 fucks given....living the life that was taken from us one soul at a time. 
“Ok, so no online presence. check. Moots posted in randoms if I'm paying attention. check. If lost, check the stack for tags. anything else i’m missing?”
“Well, only thing else is snail....”
“Snail?”
“Snail mail....post office. Look, you’re going to meet people here...If you play your cards right, you might even get land addy’s from some of them. you want to stay in touch? Snail, or wait for the next moot to IRL face time. either way, you’re going to have to dust off those ancient writing skills if you want to stay in the loop. You don’t have to commit to anything...this isn’t an obligation, nor requirement, but it’s old common courtesy to reply when someone sends you a snail. Take a chance! you might just be surprised at what you get.”
“ummm, thanks?”
“No problem....and welcome to the revolution.”
I spend the rest of the evening being introduced to the different groups, watching the event as it unfolds. Being exposed to new ideas, and feelings I haven’t felt for a long long time. I get a few land addy’s from various patrons, and give out mine. It’s kind of nice, being here...in the moment. 
the moot winds down, with groups and couples slowly wandering off into the night. I make my way over to a 24hr diner and grab a bite to eat. a few of the attendees are there as well grabbing coffee, or eats, and we continue conversations we had started a few hours earlier. It was a good night.
I make my way home in the early dawn, and for once, in my long life...I feel a sense of profound peace. Like everything, for just one brief moment in the world, is alright. A new glimmer of hope in my mind, and countless dreams just waiting for me to dream. life....is good.
I open the door to my home, the chimes of my digital masters fall on deaf ears for once, and I sleep the peace of the newly freed...
Sometimes, the most profound acts of rebellion involve the most simple of things, like removing oneself from that which binds you....
Welcome to a new sub-culture...may you free yourself from your virtual prisons, break the chains, and take a journey into the unknown. 
this is Generation V.....signing off.....
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scuzmunkie · 6 years
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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 3
A/N: My sweet, precious, darling little pumpkins!! I’m so sorry for the late update! Things have been really crazy, we had some really scary weather but luckily the hurricane turned into a tropical storm! Anywho, thank you so much for all the love and support from you guys!! I love each and everyone of you!! As always, lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now I give you chapter 3! Smooches!
Baron Corbin x OFC
Word Count: 1,500+
Warnings: Language, some steamy elements, intimidation.
Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you.....
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“Girl, are you ok?” Alexa asked Addie, who was aimlessly poking her food with her fork.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m-I’m good. Just thinking is all.” She said, giving Alexa her best attempt at a reassuring smile.
“Oooh, a certain Constable running through your mind?” Nia asked with a cheeky grin.
Oh, he occupied her mind alright. For the past couple weeks he would lurk around her work station, watching her every move. If she turned a corner, he’d be at the end of the hallway. When she tried talking to someone about what had happened, he’d show up and slowly shake his head while raising a single finger to his lips, a threatening smile on his face. Wherever Addie was, Baron was sure to be, crowding her world and plaguing her mind.
“Mind if I join you ladies?” Addie’s head snapped up as she gawked at Baron who was standing right next to her chair, staring directly at Addie.
She immediately stiffened, her grasp on her fork tightening. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared shitless. What she wouldn’t give to go back in time and choose the ice cream over running in the damn woods. See, this is why exercising is dangerous!!
“Not at all, in fact Alexa and I were about to leave but why don’t you stay and keep Addie company?” Nia said, winking at Addie. She knew all about Addie’s crush on Baron but had no clue about the pure fear that was currently surging through her body.
“I’d love nothing more.” He smirked, not once breaking eye contact as he sat down right across from Addie, who was mentally begging the girls to stay.
Once they had left, Addie looked everywhere else but at Baron. Why was he sitting here? She hadn’t breathed a word of what happened to anyone, had she? Oh shit, Cory! She had asked Cory an innocent enough question about Baron’s past, well tried at least, but is there really such a thing as an innocent question?
Feeling like she was gonna throw up, Addie tried to push her chair back but found that it wouldn’t budge. Sighing, she looked under the table and saw that Baron had one of his long legs extended, hooking his foot around one of the legs on her chair, preventing her from leaving.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She whispered. “I haven’t told anyone about your condition.” She seethed, but quickly covered her mouth. The last thing she needed right now was Baron getting pissed off.
Baron licked his lips as he looked at the scared girl in front of him. Her body was soft, unlike all the other women he had been with before. His wolf wanted to jump over the table and bury his face in her belly, her fear doing nothing to sate the beast.
“Yes, but I’m here to remind you who you’re dealing with.” A dangerous grin on his face. Leaning forward, he placed a large calloused hand on her forearm. “I heard you asking Cory about me. Did you really think that my best friend wouldn’t tell me you were digging for information?” She winced at his vice like grip on her arm.
Addie sucked in a breath, damnit she was stupid to go to Cory. By now her hands were shaking, panic beginning to set in. Feeling like she had no other option she decided that bad decisions were the way to go as of late.
‘So much for not pissing him off.’ She thought to herself as she quietly raised her foot and, with all her might, stomped Baron’s leg that held her captive.
Baron yelled in pain, retracting his leg and letting go of Addie as she seized the opportunity to make her escape. She quickly ran from catering, Baron hot on her heels.
“Shit! Shit! Shit” Addie muttered as she ran from Baron, taking odd turns here and there. Why were the hallways always so empty?!
Growing tired, she found a small crevice behind a few crates. Crawling in, she pressed her back against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees as she listened for any sign or Baron. Steadying her breathing, she heard heavy footsteps run past the hallway that she was currently hiding in. Just to be safe, Addie waited a few minutes before crawling out of her hiding place. As she dusted off her clothes, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
‘Yup, this is where I die.’ She thought to herself.
She silently slid into the dark corner of the hallway hoping that by some miracle she’d go unnoticed. Just as she reached the corner, she was slammed against the wall, her back stinging from the impact. Strong hands pinned hers above her head, Baron’s face mere inches from hers. The soft light from the main hallway barely illuminating half of his face, but she didn’t need much light to see his angry expression. Addie stared at Baron, noticing that his brown eyes were now pale blue and his teeth were sharp, his canines longer than the others.
“In what universe did you think that was a good idea?” He said, his voice gravelly and dangerously low.
Addie kept her mouth shut. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to get bent, but ‘eaten by werewolf ‘ didn’t sound like a fun way to die.
“When will you learn to answer me? What’s wrong, kitten, wolf got your tongue?” He growled, his breath fanning across her face.
Not one to think before she spoke, Addie looked him in the eyes and blurt out;
“I have a mint in my bag if you’d like.” Earning a loud growl in her face.
Addie closed her eyes as she quickly turned her head to the side, her neck left exposed as Baron stared at the soft, inviting skin. Little did she know that his wolf took this as her presenting her neck to him, a sign of submission. She flinched as Baron ran his nose up her neck, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, however it was then that he noticed something off about her scent. Later on he’d think about what it could be but for now he drowned himself in his prey. Addie whimpered when she felt him drag his warm tongue along her jugular. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. Still, she couldn’t help the fear from taking over again.
“Please,” she softly pleaded, “don’t eat me.” Hearing her beg made him shudder as he pressed his body closer to hers.
“Trust me, little rabbit,” he kissed under her ear before he continued, rubbing his jaw into her neck, “if I did, you’d be begging me to never stop.” He growled against her now heated skin.
She slowly turned her head back to him, looking into his eyes. She wished the situation was different, that she was in this position under different circumstances, but no, she was here because she pissed off a werewolf. Baron stared at her full lips, leaning down, moving closer to Addie. She couldn’t lie, she dreamt of this day for so long, she didn’t care how it happened. She closed her eyes, the heat from his lips moving so close to her waiting mouth. But before their lips met he let out a dark chuckle.
“Keep quiet little girl and we won’t have to keep meeting like this.” He whispered, a cruel laugh leaving his lips as he pulled back, leaving Addie feeling humiliated.
He backed up, walking away from her and around the corner. How could she have been so foolish?!
‘Wake up Addie,’ she scolded herself ‘in what world would Baron Corbin ever want someone like you?’
Wiping away a few tears, she slowly made the long walk back to her work station, put on a brave face and went on as if nothing happened. She knew that she was nothing more than a thorn in Baron’s side, a new form of entertainment for him. But like a child with a new toy, he’ll eventually grow tired of her and move onto something new.
—-
Dolph stood in the backroad watching Addie as she set up her station. Something was different about her, something...submissive. It called to him. He silently made his way over to her.
“Hey, beautiful,” Addie looked up from organizing her makeup supplies to see Dolph smiling at her in the mirror’s reflection, “why so sad?”
“Oh, hi Mr. Ziggler, how can I help you?” She asked, avoiding his question completely.
He wasn’t buying it. He walked closer to her and wiped away the residue from her tears with his thumbs. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Dolph.” He gave her a sympathetic smile, his hands staying on her face.
“Thank you, Dolph.” She whispered with a sad smile, placing her right hand around Dolph’s left wrist.
“Don’t cry cutie, things will be alright.” He gave her a wink as he left her to finish her work.
Addie watched him through the mirror as he retreated, a curious and confused expression occupying her face. Dolph had never looked twice at her. Up until this very moment, she wasn’t aware that Dolph even knew her name. She smiled to herself, maybe she could forget about Baron through Dolph...
But then again, it was pointless for her to invest her feelings in anyone at this point.
Addie was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching her and Dolph from the shadows.
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Target [Dabi x ua!Reader] Chapter 3
Hey guys! So here it is... It took longer than I expected because college life is freaking unstable.
Anyways PLEASE READ THIS!!!
I'm kinda nervous about this chapter since Dabi is a bit difficult to guess since he doesn't get enough storyline in the manga/anime. So I was worried i wouldn't get him right (one of the other reasons why this took longer) This was the best I could do!
Also, there might not be much interaction with the reader insert and Dabi in this chapter BUT I kinda needed everything here.
Also, please read notes below.
ENJOY!
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Dabi would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by the sudden turn of events their mission had.
Their goal was pretty simple: get the angry kid and the girl and if you can get rid of everyone who was on the kill list Shigaraki gave them.
Other than the location and the goal Shigaraki didn’t give them much more, not even basic instructions, so basically all the planning was Dabi’s work in the end.
Not that he minded, the USJ incident was a complete and utter disaster so it was probably better that the planning was left to him this time.
He refused to fail, so his plan was simple and clear yet efficient.
He was going to stay on one side of the forest and set it on fire and Mustard would use his quirk in the other side so they could corner everyone up and hide an evacuation point for them to escape. Toga was ordered to get at least 3 samples of blood, Twice was going to create copies of him so they could distract the Pros as long as necessary, Moonfish and Muscular were off to go wherever the hell they wanted and they were also allowed to kill everyone as long as they were on the list, Compress was in charge of the explosive kid since only a fool would actually fight him in order to take him and it was just way safer to keep him in a tiny marble.
Spinner and Magne were in charge of the girl since Shigaraki said –repetitively- that she was probably forced to enroll the U.A. by the Pros to prevent her from becoming a villain just like her parents. “Only a little chat should be enough to convince her” He said, so since Spinner was better with words, emotional speeches and stuff than the rest of them he sent him to get her with Magne as backup in case they where Pros around.
Then Dabi would just settle to make sure everything was running smoothly until they completed their mission.
It was almost funny that one of their two targets literally crashed on him out of pretty much nowhere.
She looked at him horrified, like she was looking up to her worst nightmare. She looked even more ridiculous with that shit tied up around her face but he figured it was because of the smoke.
He remembered what Shigaraki said, so he tried do some small talk even if he sucked at it… but the moment she got up on her feet and made movements with her hands he knew that Shigaraki was completely wrong.
He allowed himself to snort at it now.
‘“Just a little chat will do’ my ass” He thought as he looked at her unconscious body huddled up in his arms.
He had to pick her up bridal style to carry her to the evacuation point. Not everyone had such practical abduction quirks as Compress after all.
The girl wanted nothing to do with villains, their little fight and short exchange of words made that crystal clear.
He almost wanted to laugh again thinking about the ‘fight’.
He could’ve ended it a lot sooner than he did but he couldn’t deny that the whole encounter has actually been a bit fun.
It’s been a while since he used his quirk so freely, plus in a fight. He almost forgot how good it felt after all those years of laying low.
He was telling the truth when he told her he couldn’t bring her all burnt up. First of all because Shigaraki wouldn’t appreciate that very much (not that he cared anyways) but second of all, he didn’t think anyone would join anything if they got hurt in the process of ‘getting convinced’. If she got hurt in the process of it there would’ve been even a bigger chance of her saying no.
He probably used like 10% of his power accompanied with half-assed moves. Still, he had to admit she put up a decent fight even if it would’ve never been near enough to keep up with him. It kinda wasn’t her fault that she was useless when paired up with a quirk like his.
He looked down to her again as he kept carrying her to the evacuation point.
“What a shame, having such a shitty drawback as headaches” he thought.
Her quirk was pretty powerful and versatile, one of the several reasons why they were recruiting her in the first place but he was pretty sure that Shigaraki didn’t know about the headaches, he surely would use it to his advantage now that it was clear that the girl was not so willing to cooperate.
“Dabi! You captured Target Two, good job!” Twice said in his deeper voice “It was the least you can do since you got so easily defeated again” he added with his other one.
He just ignored him even if he knew what he was talking about. His other ‘clone’ got turned into mud as quick as the last one... but that was really besides the point. He didn’t ask Twice to make it to defeat anyone but just to buy more time.
Even if everything was turning even better than he had hoped for, he was still a bit surprised at how poorly were the pros acting in this whole situation. The Vanguard Action Squad hardly did anything to stop them after all, it was almost like the pros were tripping on their own feet.
“Also, pretty exciting that Mr. Compress got the job done quickly as well, huh?” He said “You took your sweet time though! I’m getting sleepy over here” Dabi sighed at this.
“Don’t be a pain, Twice. We got them, didn't we?” He carelessly said as he took a quick glance at the unconscious girl he was carrying.
“You’re the pain! Forgive me”
Dabi took a look at his surroundings then. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“This spot was supposed to be concealed by a wall of fire and gas, but...” he said, scanning the area. “... The gas seems to have cleared” he pointed out.
‘Has something gone wrong with Mustard?’
“Now we can’t go with the original plan!” Twice complained at first “Damn right! Just as planned” he said then.
Dabi continued to simply ignore him as he scanned the scene for any clues of what might have happened.
A flash of blonde between the bushes caught his eye.
He was about to make his way toward them but...
“Hey, Dabi! This is totally unimportant but...” Twice called out again. “Sure you don’t gotta call that Nomu back? They say he only reacts to your voice, right? Seems pretty freaking important to me!!” He said and that made Dabi turn his attention back to him again.
“Ah, that’s right” He said, only now remembering about the beast he let loose not long ago. “You’re the one who reminded me to let him loose on the students earlier” He added, as he started to make his way back to the evacuation point, the girl still in a secure hold in his arms.
“No problem! Bow before me!”
“Shigaraki did design the monster specifically for me” He said as he pressed her earpiece while being careful not to drop the girl. “He’s probably kill someone by now” He shrugged off as he called him.
They only took a few more steps and they finally arrived to their destination.
Toga was the only one there, which didn’t please him at all. They needed to get out of here as soon as they could.
‘What part of ‘five minutes after this transmission’ they didn’t get?’
“You, whack-job” He called out to her. “Did you get the blood? From how many people?” He asked.
“One person” She chirply said, and Dabi swore that if it wasn't for the girl occupying both of his arms right now he would face-palm himself.
“Just one? Hey, what gives!? Weren't you supposed to get at least 3?” Twice said.
“That’s just the way it went down” She shrugged off with her typical crazy smile on her face. “I thought those brats were gonna kill me”
“Tch, whatever. You’re looking a little too happy right now… Strange. Shouldn’t you be full of shame?” Twice asked and Toga just squealed.
“Yeah but I made some new friends! And I found a cute boy I'm interested in!” She said dreamily.
“Is it me? No, thanks, babe. I love you too!” Twice said making a heart with his hands.
‘Could these two get any more stupid?’
“Both of you, shut it. You’re too loud” Dabi said. It seemed that he was the only one that acknowledged the fact that thy were still in a forest surrounded by Pros and hero’s in training.
“OH!” Toga exclaimed when she finally turned his attention to him. “You got one! Can I see?” She said and rushed to him, golden eyes glued to the girl in his arms.
She reached for her as soon as she was close enough, but he quickly dodged her before she could lay a finger on her.
“Hey!” She whined.
“Hands off, I don’t want to get her back to the base all cut into pieces” He said.
“I just wanna see!” She said and tried to launch to him once again.
“I said back off, nut job. I fucking mean it” He warned watching as she pouted.
‘Fucking crazy’ He thought, but then he picked up a weird noise.
Turning back to the sky, he saw how Mr. Compress was helplessly falling towards the ground with three kids on his back.
The crashing sound could've been mistaken by a meteor hitting the Earth.
“Woah, woah, woah! What’s this?” Twice exclaimed as the three of them were looking at how they were crashing Compress to the ground. “Oh, hey, wait! I know these kids. Who are they?”
Dabi’s eyes instantly narrowed as he looked at each of them.
“GET KACCHAN AND TOKOYAMI BACK TO US!” Midoriya screamed.
As carefully as he could, Dabi let one of his arms free while still keeping the girl on a secure hold.
“Out of the way, Compress” He said as he pointed towards them.
“Copy that” He said and Dabi fired.
The screams came out instantly.
“My arms are burning!” Shouji screamed.
“Midoriya! Shouji!” Todoroki screamed as he dodged the fire.
“The beat up little boy and you! You’re on Shigaraki’s kill list!” Twice said as he lunged at Todoroki. “No they weren’t!”
Todoroki out of instant reflex made a barrier of ice to stop him.
“Too hot!” Twice whined.
At the exact same moment, Toga shoot her needled canisters at Midoriya.
“Hi Izuku, my name’s Toga!” She said as she rushed to him, making him trip as he tried to step back and sitting on him once he was on the floor. “I’ve been thinking since I saw you… That you’ll be so much cuter if you bled a little more!” She exclaimed.
Midoriya looked horrified at first when he saw her take out a knife, but something in the corner of his eye made him almost forget about it.
“W-WHAT’S THAT!?” He exclaimed in despair as his eyes were trained on Dabi and an unconscious girl up in his arms. “They got someone else!” He screamed to his classmates.
Toga turned to follow his line of sight, and frowned instantly when she realized that he was looking at that other girl.
“Why are you focusing on her and not on me!?” She screamed and lunged her knife at him, being pushed off of him right on time by Shouji.
“It’s (Y/LN) from class 1-B!” Todoroki exclaimed while he was still directing ice attacks towards Twice.
“Oh-ho! This is easy! Give me all you got!” Twice said as he dodged over his ice. “Hey man, cut me some slack!” He said right after while cutting through his ice.
“What the hell is with this guy?” Todoroki growled.
It was then when Mr. Compress finally turned back to normal.
“Ouch, I cant believe they’ve wrecked my exit! Unrehearsed amateurs” He said.
Dabi decided it was best to say nothing regarding that.
“You got Bakugou?” He asked, side-eyeing all the fights while keeping the girl on his grip.
“Of course!” He said, and started to search in his pockets… finding nothing.
‘You gotta be fucking kidding me’
“Midoriya! Todoroki! I’ve got them” Shouji said, making Dabi narrow his eyes at him. “He gave away his best trick” He added.
‘Great’
“I’m not sure what your quirk is” He continued “But it had to do with those little marbles, right? The ones you stashed in your pockets” He added, and showed off two aquamarine marbles between his fingers “So I’m guessing this are Tokoyami and Bakugou”
“You rescued them!” Midoriya exclaimed.
Mr. Compress laughed at this
“Well, color me impressed! Just as I’d expect from someone with so many hands” He joked
‘Is he fucking joking right now?’
“We need to get (Y/LN) now!” Midoriya said
“Right!” Todoroki said from the corner of Dabi’s eye, making him groan in annoyance. “Nice job Shouji!” he added and he started to charge towards him, eyes on the girl.
“Moron” He said, as he again lifted up his arm while balancing the girl out, ready to teach him a lesson.
But as soon as he got close enough, a large black whole appeared right in front of him, making Todoroki stop abruptly.
The three of them stood horrified looking at the familiar glowy eyes.
“This guy!” Shouji exclaimed.
“He was at the USJ!” Todoroki added.
“It’s been five minutes since the signal” Kurogiri said. “Let’s go, Dabi”
He refused to fail.
“Take her, Twice” He said, and carefully placed the girl in Twice’s arms.
“Sure thing! I’m not your maid!” He said before jumping in a blackhole that was near him.
“NO!” Midoriya screamed, watching helplessly as the girl was taken away.
“Don’t worry about her Izuku” Toga said with a murderous glare that instantly turned into a dreamy one. “I’ll see you later okay?” She said and disappeared as well.
Compress started to walk towards the blackhole that was right behind them.
“Hold on, we’re not leaving without the kid” He said, eyes trained on the three helpless students.
“Don’t worry” Mr. Compress said, making him turn. “They were so proud of themselves for running through my pockets that I thought I’d let them gloat” He added. “But allow me to explain a basic tenet of magic… If I’m flaunting something shiny…” He said as he took off his mask. “It’s because there’s something else I don’t want you to see” He said, showing off the marbles in his mouth.
With a snap of his fingers the two marbles Shouji had turned back to large pieces of ice.
“Is that my ice!?” Todoroki asked.
“That’s right… during the freezing attack I prepared dummies and slipped them into my right pocket” he exclaimed.
“DAMNIT!” Midoriya screamed as they all charged towards them.
“A little bit of misdirection, forgive me” Compress said as he was starting to get sucked by the blackhole. “I do adore a twist ending”
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Midoriya exclaimed.
“One last bow and then the curtain fa-“ Compress was instantly interrupted by a sudden blast that hit him straight in the face. Cracking his mask to pieces and making the marbles fall off.
‘This happens to him because he talks too fucking much’
Just as the marbles got up in the air, Dabi saw how the three of them jump out to reach them. Midoriya instantly fell and rolled in the ground. Shouji managed to snatch one of the marbles with his hand but just as Todoroki was about to grab the other one, Dabi did.
It almost made him burst out of laughter for a moment.
He would always win when it came to this.
He kinda did pity him.
“Aw, how sad…” He said, looking straight has his shocked eyes. “Poor little Shouto Todoroki” He added, listening as he crashed to the ground. “Confirm him now. Release them” He ordered Compress.
“That laser ruined my finale!” Compress said as he snapped his fingers.
Both marbles instantly transformed into Tokoyami and Bakugou. Tokoyami appeared up in the air and Bakugou with Dabi holding him by the back of his neck.
Dabi couldn't help but smirk.
“Check mate” He said, and disappeared into the darkness.
-
They spent a lot less than he was expecting to in tying up the explosive kid.
Once they got to the base the little vixen was already tied up in a chair. There were restrains tying up her back to the chair and keeping her straight and a metal box was trapping both of her hands. She appeared to still be out cold by the looks of it.
Shigaraki was sitting up in a booth, and the only thing that Dabi said to him was that headaches were a drawback for her so he might wanna do something about that because he didn't believe all her ‘chains’ were gonna be enough if she woke up.
Shigaraki ordered Magne to bring a small leader belt from wherever he could find and once he got it Shigaraki tied it up tightly around her head on forehead level keeping up unbearable pressure to ensure a headache.
For some reason Shigaraki reassured him that they would take it off as soon as she agrees to talk with them.
That entire time, Bakugou was being tied up. He was uncharacteristically quiet (Not that he knew the kid at all, but from what he saw in the Sports Festival he guessed that he was definitely not the quiet type) but Dabi could see how his eyes almost never left the unconscious girl that was a few meters from him. The only time they did it was just so he could send murder glares to each of them, particularly to him.
He was definitely not happy about anything.
Still, he sat quietly on his place while keeping the girl on guard. As if she would disappear if he didn't stare at her the entire time.
After quickly acknowledging that they lost 3 on the field, Shigaraki turned to Bakugou.
“Since your other pretty friend seems to be unavailable at the moment” Shigaraki said, briefly gesturing the uncurious girl “Let’s get down to business, wannabe hero Bakugou Katsuki… Won’t you join me?” He asked.
“You can shove your offer up your ass and go to hell” He said with a wicked smile.
‘This kid is nuts’
Shigaraki just hummed in response and quietly turned to turn on the T.V. an interview with the U.A. Principal and the Pro Heros Eraserhead and Vlad King regarding the kidnapping incident was on and if Dabi could use a word to describe what the press was doing to them it would definitely be ‘slamming’.
“Isn’t that strange?” Shigaraki said after a while. “The heroes are becoming the bad guys!” he exclaimed. “Seems like they’re not dealing with this very well… So much criticism… But everyone makes a mistake or two, right?” He asked, but Bakugou was still not giving anything. Eyes just traveling from Shigaraki to the girl and so on. “It’s not like they’re supposed to be perfect… Modern day heroes sure have it rough. Don’t you think, Bakugou?”
He said nothing.
“The minute that protecting people came with a paycheck heroes stopped being heroes. This is what Stain thought us!” Spinner said.
“A hero in this current system only cares about money and glory and since society buys into those idiotic rules, anyone deemed to lose is shoved aside” Shigaraki explained again. “Our war is based on simple questions: ‘What is a Hero?’, ’What is justice?’, ‘Is the society truly fair?’… Soon, everyone will be asking. That’s when we’ll know we’ve won… And you like winning, don't you?”
Bakugou just glared at him.
“Dabi, let him go” Shigaraki said.
“Huh?”
‘Is he out of his fucking mind?’
“He’ll go fucking crazy” Dabi said.
“It’s fine! We’re recruiting him! So we should treat him as an equal” Shigaraki said carelessly.
‘He is out of his fucking mind. No way I’m doing it’
Dabi glanced at the boy for a moment, catching how he glanced once again at the girl.
“Twice, you do it” Dabi said.
“Sure thing! No way!” Twice said.
“Do it” Dabi said, glaring at him.
“Oh, man!” Twice whined, but proceed to untie him anyways.
“I do apologize for such forceful methods” Mr. Compress said. “But please understand that we’re not some kind of mere thugs working in the name of aimless evil. We didn’t kidnap you two by accident”
Dabi did hear a faint growl coming from him after that last sentence.
“Even though our backgrounds are different everyone here has suffered” Shigaraki said as he got up from his booth. “Because of people, rules and heroes who try to hold us back” He added as he started to walk towards Bakugou while he was rubbing his wrists. “I’m sure you’re the same-“
And in the matter of an instant Twice was thrown up in the air by a fierce punch in the face before crashing into the ground, Bakugou pushed his way through and made Shigaraki’s face explode soundly.
It was actually so sudden that even Dabi jumped back at all of it.
Everyone was in utter shock as Shigaraki stumbled back and the hand holding his face flew from him to the ground.
“Shigaraki!” Twice exclaimed even though everyone was to frighten to move.
“I’m done with you and your endless talking” Bakugou said as he got up from the floor. “Fucking idiots can never get to the dammed point” He added. “Basically what you’re saying is: “We wanna harass people. Please be our pal!”” He said and looked up to Shigaraki. “What a fucking joke”
He looked up to them and Dabi was actually surprised to find a wicked smile on his face.
“I like to win” He gave him that. “I like to win just like All Might” He said. “And no matter what any of you jerks say that’s never going to change. Do you understand!?”
Shigaraki just stood still in the exact same position, looking at the fallen hand in the floor.
After a moment, his red eyes turned to Bakugou once again.
“Now” Bakugou said and his eyes turned to the girl. “Let her fucking go or I swear to god I’ll kill y’all”
Dabi wouldn't let that happen.
Notes:
I just want to add a few things:
First off: we won't get any romantic interactions with any other character other than Dabi (in future chapters lol) just in case you might be misreading things, everything I wrote it's to add to the major plot I'm cooking up, but i decided to let love triangles aside.
Second (and I suppose you already know this but still) this is a slow burn! but no THE slowburn either, don't panic.
Third: I'm currently following the anime and I'm writing weekly so I don't 'spoil' much for anyone... Still, even if this story will be linked with the main BNHA plots and I will have to follow up the manga at some point since the thrid season is already nearing to its end the story will have it's own major plot as well. I don't think you REALLY need to read the manga for it the only know the characters.
Fourth: English is not my main language so sorry for any typos!
Anyways, next up we have MORE Dabi P.O.V. anddddd BACKSTORY!!! Stay tuned and tell me your thoughts! :)
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Should I continue this??
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you probably are not taking prompts anymore but if you ever have time and want to write Uma and Harry on pirates of the Caribbean (pirates + Disney)x2!! I think it would be great if it was an Auradon movie and they were called to make a cameo since they are real pirates, but it's up to you 😘
Hi anon! Okay, so this has been in my inbox for awhile and this has also been in my WIP folder for just as long. It’s not the movie idea that you originally wanted but I did have Uma and the crew ride the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. This is just a headcanon list but maybe one day I’ll have time to make it into a oneshot. Hope you enjoy this sporadic ramble of thoughts!
After a tough few months of council meetings, school, and dealing with the relentless press, Ben decides to gift Uma and her crew with a trip to Disney World, the happiest place on Earth (“Sounds like a nightmare.” “Shut it, Harry.”)
(When they had Gil, who had surprisingly taken to using the internet better than anyone else on the crew, Uma had to agree with her first mate that this Disney World did seem like a nightmare.)
When Uma and the crew get there, Uma definitely regrets taking up Ben’s offer.
Unsurprisingly, Gil is ecstatic and gets everyone on the crew mouse ears.
He gives Uma one that has a little crown on it for obvious reasons
Harry gets one with a red and white bow on it with lot of sequins (Either Harry doesn’t know that usually girls get that one or he doesn’t care. Either way, he’s extra enough to make it work.)
Jonas gets a hat that says “It’s my birthday” even though it’s not his birthday but for some reason whenever the stop at a food stand or a restaurant, people always give him some free dessert or something and asking how old he turned (On the Isle they don’t really celebrate birthdays so Jonas has no clue what is going on or why people are giving him free food but he’s not going to stop it.) Winds up with a horrible stomach ache at the end of it but totally worth it.
Desiree and Bonnie get matching Star Wars ears that light up
Gonzo gets a big green hat that says “Goofy” with long black pieces hanging from it looking like ears
And Gil gets the bridal Minnie hat because he was trying it on and Uma (jokingly) said it made him look pretty which Gil instantly believe because in a totally platonic way Gil does think that Uma is super pretty so she would know.
They try all the rides and agree that “It’s A Small World” is a new type of torture because they can’t get the damn song out of their heads and the little doll people creeped them all out.
(“Ye sure this ain’t some sort of cruel and unusual punishment, Captain?” “…I actually have no clue, Hook.”)
Eventually, they find themselves at the “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride.
“This feels like a trap.”
“It’s not a trap, Harry.”
“Nah, Captain. He’s right this feel like a trap.”
-annoyed sigh- “Guys for the last time, this. Is. not. A. tap.”
And Uma was right. It wasn’t a trap. It was much worst.
Harry, sitting next to Uma: “What the hell type of sailing are we supposed to do in these dingy little boats? Where’s the mast? Where’s the wheel?” Gil: “I feel seasick….” Uma: “We haven’t even moved!”
Bonnie, next to Gil: “Why is it so dark?” Jonas, grabbing on to an irritated Desiree as the ride begins: “Yo, I had a dream that began like this. In the end, giant gummy bears ate us. I ain’t going out like that. “You hear me giant gummy bears! I AIN’T GOING OUT LIKE THAT!” Gonzo in the back, too preoccupied with playing with the “ears” of his hat
The crew hearing: “Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev'ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Ye come seekin’ adventure with salty old pirates, eh? Sure you’ve come to the proper place. But keep a weather eye open, mates, and hold on tight. With both hands, if you please. Thar be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones waiting for them what don’t obey.”
Harry scoffing at the voice over, muttering that that’s not how a real pirate sounds before slipping out an unintentional “argggh!”
Harry leading the crew in singing along to “A pirate life” bringing out the flasks of rum that he managed to hide in his jacket.
Desiree, frowning as she hears something, “Does that sound like a waterfall to anyone else?”
Jonas almost peeing his pants at the unexpected drop
Bonnie looking at all the skeletons: “Well this got very dark, very quickly.” Jonas: “Bet you that’s what they’ll do to us once this is over.”
More skeletons.
Jonas: “What the hell?!?!?! How is this the happiest place on Earth? It’s filled with so much death!”
Uma: “Reminds me of when Harry went through his emo phase.”
Harry, smushing Uma’s face with his hands (gently of course): “We don’t. Speak of that.” he says before giving her a quick peck on the forehead. Uma just rolls her eyes.
They past by the figure of Captain Barbossa who always managed to have the best rum on the Isle for a man who couldn’t actually taste it
Harry: “Why does that old windbag get a giant creepy doll thing and not me dad? All old Barbossa does is drink, shit, and fuck!”
Desiree: “Well can your dad turn into a giant walking skeleton at night time? Because you can’t argue how fucking cool that is!”
Harry: -pouts but doesn’t say anything more-
Someone (Harry) passes around another flask of rum that everyone takes a sip from whenever any of the ride’s pirates say “Arrrr!”, “matey”, or  any other stereotypical pirate saying. (Jonas and Gonzo taking extra sips basically any time Harry opens his mouth during the ride.)
The pirate crew simultaneously boo-ing but also applauding the Jack Sparrow figure lounging on the throne of gold surrounded by treasure.
Uma, scowling: He was a traitor and a drunk-
Harry, looking like the definition of a fanboy: -but damn did the man have style.
As they pass the robot Jack Sparrow actually smoothly gets up, snatches the flask from Jonas’s hands and gives the crew a bow, winking at Uma and saying “Captain” before falling back in his chair, going back into the robotic motions of drinking from the flask, drunkenly singing “What’s my name? What’s my name? Jack! Say it louder! Drunk pirates have all the fun! Can’t count cause I’m number one!”
Everyone is speechless before Bonny says: “What. A fucking. Icon.”
Jonas looking at his hands: “I’m never washing these hands again.”
Gonzo: “Like you wash your hands to being with.”
The Crew leaves the park with lots of souvenirs thanks to the King’s credit card that may or may not have been given to them
Harry explained easily: he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out in the open like that!
Uma, pinching the bridge of her nose: It was in his pocket!
Harry, looking at her confused: Like I said, he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out like that around pirates!
They also managed to leave the park, only managing to cause one food fight and one small fire (Bonnie: Don’t give me that look guys! You know I like to see things burn!); managing to get the Beast cast actor to go out of character when Jonas threw up all of the deserts he eaten after on him after Gonzo and Desiree had forced him to go on the spinning teacup ride; to scandalize only a handful of parents and their innocent children when Harry and Uma went into a full out makeout with loud moans and wandering hands as the firework show.
When they get back to school and Ben greets them back at the gates Uma places mouse ears with a little tiara between the ears on Ben’s head as Harry smoothly tucks the “borrowed” credit card back into Ben’s pocket.
Ben: Did you see the Pirates of the Caribbean ride? It’s sad that the the Jack Sparrow robot had to be taken out for repairs. You know, when he was still alive, sometimes Mr. Sparrow would show up and take the place of his robot. 
Harry and Uma look at each other before saying: When he was alive?
Ben: Yeah, his ship sunk at sea 15 years ago. No one has seen him since and he’s not the most subtle of men so everyone just assumed he was dead after a few years.
Jonas, once been leaves, staring down at his hands: I’m really never washing these hands again!
Uma rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless: What did you expect? He’s a pirate.
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Bare Facts - Chapter 1
@joylee56 said:
Cute fluff prompt: Character A catches Character B sunbathing nude.
Okay so this was going to be fluff, but angst!Gold turned up. Sorry.
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Gold walks in on something he shouldn’t see, so being a sensible man he high-tails for his cabin in the woods.
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Gold limped into his cabin and locked the door behind him. The cabin wasn’t as comfortable as his house, but it was out of the way, deep in the woods and would allow him to hide in peace after the disaster of yesterday. He groaned as the embarrassment washed over him again. His cabin was perfectly nice, he should just move in here and become a hermit. The townsfolk would be happy, and he’d never have to look Belle French in the eye again. If he’d been able to look her in the eye and only in the eye yesterday he wouldn’t be hiding away today. Bugger this he needed a drink.
Once he’d shed his tie and jacket and poured himself a whiskey he sat down and let the memories of yesterday wash over him. He could blame Dove for his predicament. If Dove’s car hadn’t broken down it would have been Dove who went to investigate the loose guttering on the library roof. Of course, Dove would have remembered to call ahead instead of just dropping in unannounced, so he wouldn’t have gotten the eyeful that Gold had.
He ground the heels of his hands into his eyes. Why had he decided to climb the external stairs to the roof? If he rung the bloody doorbell he would have been greeted by a fully clothed Belle French, but no he had to be impatient, didn’t he? Bloody fool.
Instead of a respectably dressed librarian he’d walked in on Belle French sunbathing in the altogether.
He’d had enough trouble keeping his thoughts of Belle French decent when he’d only ever seen her dressed in her flared skirts, sheer tops and those ridiculous high heels of hers. Now having seen her gloriously nude, kissed by the sun and wearing naught but a smile he was doomed to never sleep again.
He grabbed the whiskey with such force it slopped over his hand. He didn’t deserve another peaceful night in his miserable life. Had he been a good man he would have spun on his heel and beat a hasty retreat the instant her bare legs had come into view. But no, vile bastard that he was, he’d made his way around the corner of the of the roof and gawked at a glimpse of heaven never intended for the likes of him. He’d not even had the manners to turn his back once he realized that she was naked, just stood there and stared like a fucking pervert.
Her eyes had been closed and she’d had earbuds in. She’d been totally unaware of his presence until his cane had scraped on the gravel of the roof terrace. He’d just had the sense to slam his eyes shut and stammer out an apology.
She’d not screamed or chastised him. Hell, a punch to the face or a kick in the balls would have been understandable. The infinitely charitable Belle French had laughed and wrapped herself in a towel before telling him she was decent. He’d listened to her explain the problem with the guttering, not that he could recall a single word she had said, and then he’d took his leave with a pathetic apology for interrupting her day off.
His mortification was complete when she caught his arm and said; “You should try it, sunbathing in the buff. It’s very liberating.”
She knew he’d stood watching her like a slack jawed pervert. She knew, and she still hadn’t berated him. She might have treated him with far more kindness than he was entitled too, but the rest of the town would come baying for his blood soon enough. As they should.
He struggled out of the chair with a grunt and limped across to the window. His eyes screwed shut against the bright sunshine as he pulled the drapes open. The heatwave continued unabated. Had he ever sunbathed? Gods wasn’t it sad that he couldn’t remember? He drained the glass of whiskey. Might as well give it a try before the mob arrived with pitchforks and torches. He started undoing his shirt buttons and stepped out onto the deck.
 Belle had stopped by the pawnshop today to find Dove behind the counter. Mr Gold had gone to his cabin in the woods for a few days apparently. The ever-stoic Dove had given her no clues as to the reason behind Mr Gold’s sudden desire for a forest get-away, but she had her suspicions.
She’d clearly embarrassed him yesterday and she wasn’t going to rest until she’d apologised. True he had walked in on her sunbathing in the altogether, but there had been no need for her to flirt so hard with him while only wrapped in a towel. Belle was perfectly comfortable with her body and nudity in general, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that a man who wore three-piece suits in this heat had a different opinion as to what was appropriate attire when interacting with someone.
She’d entertained some vague hope that shy Mr Gold liked her, but after his wide-eyed panic in the face of her display yesterday she realised she’d let her daydreams run away with her. If nothing else she wanted to assure him that nobody would hear about their encounter from her. The town already viewed him as a beast, she didn’t want lech being added to that on her account.
Dove had agreed to drive her to the end of the trail that led to Gold’s cabin. She could have walked it, but in this heat a lift was gratefully received. She strolled up the drive, glad that she’d opted for shorts, a loose shirt and flat shoes today. As she approached the cabin she heard singing, off-key and very Scottish singing. She followed the sound and headed around to the back.
“.. it just don't mean a thing. We've been waiting far too long…”
Belle rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Singing at the top of his voice waving a whiskey bottle around was a very naked Mr Gold. His pale skin was glistening with sweat and he looked glorious, tone and taunt with just a little softness to him. So carefree and relaxed under the summer sun.
“…in love with a… oh fuck!”
He’d turned around and seen her. Belle yelped as covered her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Gold snorted, and Belle cringed, this was his cabin, it should be him asking her that. To her surprise Gold laughed.
“I’m taking a lady’s advice.”
He heaved a heavy sigh; “You may as well take a look Miss French. Tit for tat so tae speak.”
Belle was tempted, oh how she was tempted, but the resigned weariness in his voice kept her hand where it was over her eyes.
“I love to enjoy the view, but not if it’s going to make you uncomfortable.”
He snorted again; “Yeah not a pretty sight.”
The self-loathing in his voice made her uncover her eyes and look him up and down slowly. His hands twitched towards his genitals but he didn’t cover himself. Belle licked her lips.
“Looks damn fine from where I’m standing.”
He cocked his head to one side and blinked at her. His shoulders shook, and he started laughing.
“I’m way to drunk for this. Bye-bye hallucination Belle.”
He stumbled into the cabin and left Belle dithering on the deck for a moment. If that whiskey had been a full bottle when he started drinking, then he was going to be dehydrated and running the risk of heat stroke. She sighed and followed him inside, he might not believe she was really here at the moment, but she wasn’t going to leave him alone in this state.
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