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sneverussape · 9 months

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For the character ask game!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on Severus, Lily, Tobias, and Eileen (and Tuney if you want to!) each for 5, 6, 12, 24, and, if it isn't too much, 44!

EHEHEHE <3

5. Best personality trait

tobias: at his best, tobias snape was painfully selfless. he was the type of person who would give someone the shirt off his back if they needed it and wouldn't take no for an answer. he also didn't need any fanfare, an audience, or even permission to do what he did, which sometimes drove eileen to the brink after she discovered toby had spent the last of their money buying bread and milk for someone else again. but toby always justified it by saying "leenie luv, they need it more than we do."

(not that it helped their own needs in any case, but this wasn't something that concerned toby as he just went out and turned on the charm so that he could earn a crown or two off of the older neighbors by doing odd jobs for them)

eileen: eileen prince was one of the cleverest pupils hogwarts ever had, not because she was book-smart but because she knew how to find practical applications for even the most basic spells they learned, even as a first-year. she had a knack for knowing which spells to combine to come up with an entirely new charm or hex, and never ran out of questions. flitwick was deeply impressed with her, but also borderline wary of her skill. eileen didn't fear unknown magics and spent many nights experimenting within the four curtained walls of her bed (reinforced with shielding charms), hours after lights-out. this boldness earned the attention of several of her housemates, namely one abraxas malfoy and one tom riddle...not that she noticed, at least not right away.

severus: much like his da, severus had a soft spot for people in need. he was especially compassionate to muggles, moreso than towards wizards, although he would never admit it. all his cokeworth neighbors still called him "toby and leen's boy" or "russ" and he spent much of his time discreetly helping them out with housework or errands. he would be gruff and recalcitrant with them on the outside, but one day they would wake up and their roof would have been patched up or their fences fixed so that no foxes could get through, and severus would find some freshly baked irish soda bread or some shortbread on his front porch with a note to return the plate 'next time you come round'.

lily: lily was a survivor, much like how all cokeworth residents learned to be. she lied, cheated, and stole her way through childhood to make sure her and her loved ones' needs were met, and often shared her spoils with severus (sometimes tuney). she knew how to reframe unpleasant situations into something that would make them far more palatable, and which helped ease the mind of everyone else around her. lily was a gifted storyteller and her talent of spinning much happier realities was a boon to anyone who would hear them. she could convince anyone of anything if she was in the right mood, and the wielded her words with great care (until...she didn't).

petunia: petunia had a great capacity for love and loved her family, especially her sister, deeply. she also loved the grimy little boy who tailed her like a shadow and whom she also often got stuck with watching. she gave them both a lot of leeway and covered a lot of their tracks for them. she couldn't count how many times she had to make up excuses for both lily's and severus' boisterous behavior whenever they got in the mood to create trouble. she was naturally protective of them, and deep inside felt a sense of relief that they both had a chance of making something better of their lives due to the both of them being magical. was she jealous? yes. but was she glad at least lily had a chance? also yes.

6. Worst personality trait

tobias: he never did anything in moderation, and never really knew when to stop. this resulted in him running himself ragged a lot of the time and also testing the limits of everyone around him. only eileen could somehow rein him in, but a lot of the time he was bullheaded about whatever it was he was doing. toby always believed that what he was doing was best, and could rarely be swayed from his path.

eileen: easily lost patience when things didn't meet her standards (which was often, at least in the wizarding world; in the muggle world she was a bit more withdrawn, but her ire appeared in other ways) and had a beast of a temper. the scorch marks she had left in the slytherin dungeons were so intense, even the elves couldn't scrub them out.

severus: forget voldemort, severus was his own worst enemy. he thought everyone but himself deserved better. he would fight for anyone whose rights were being trampled, but would draw the line when it was him needing the assistance. he would fix everyone else's crumbling roofs and sagging porches and leave his own to wither and rot. the amount of self-flagellation he would give himself could have made him a mid-century martyr.

lily: quite vindictive and could think up and execute the nastiest revenge plots if she thought they deserved it. the bowles boy who had pushed severus to the ground and had nearly wrenched his arm out of his socket? the gossip was the branch he had been standing on as he was climbing the massive oak tree by the river had suddenly cracked and split and had thrown him arse over teakettle into the water. he had nearly drowned. but he had been up there because he'd been spying on lily and severus who had been playing by the banks. so who was the one in the wrong, really? she had told him to stay away.

petunia: that saying "pride goeth before the fall" is the embodiment of petunia. petunia never admitted she was wrong, and never apologized for anything. for her they were acts of extreme vulnerability and that was something she couldn't bear. cokeworth was not a place that was kind on people who allowed themselves to be vulnerable, and she carried that into adulthood. she preferred burying everything in denial.

12. Crack headcanon

tobias: had an unwavering and almost childlike belief in father christmas that he had tried to instill in his son, but severus was his mother's child in many ways and even as a young lad, vehemently refused to believe in the existence of a man who flew all over the world and visited other people's houses "like a common thief". (he didn't bring up the notion that maybe father christmas was actually a wizard and so he was likely apparating in and out of places; mam had already warned him that da didn't know of those things and they had to keep it secret a little bit longer).

eileen: more than once had tried to experiment with making draught of the living death (on the sly) out of her husband's unwashed socks. she figured if something smelt that bad it was worthy enough to be used as an ingredient for a restricted-class potion.

severus: had the loudest and most bombastic sneezes and rarely covered his mouth for them.

lily: stole clothes from her sister to bring to hogwarts because she was embarrassed by her limited wardrobe. the girls in gryffindor already made fun of her for her accent and how she didn't know certain wizarding things (why on earth would she have known that talking mirrors actually existed in the wizarding world?), she didn't need to give them more fodder.

petunia: had a really good singing voice and that's what got vernon's attention and how they first met. (she was singing at a pub he was at and was utterly enthralled by her)

24. Most annoying habit

tobias: talking to the priest after mass to provoke him into a theological debate or hash out the finer points of his homily when severus only wanted to go home.

eileen: reverting to silence when she meant to praise. toby was more open with his affections, and made sure he voiced them. eileen voiced criticisms more.

severus: shed his clothes like a snake all over his private quarters, especially when he was deep in thought. lucius malfoy tried his best to break him off the habit during his first year, but the other boys thought it more amusing to bet on where snape would leave his next article of clothing as he paced around the room muttering about that day's lessons. the fascinating thing was snape never left something in the same place twice!

lily: ate off of other people's plates despite having food of her own. somehow everyone else's food always looked more appetizing.

petunia: sucked at her teeth to clean them.

44. Their happiest memory

tobias: severus' birth and meeting his son for the first time, after having expected it to be another miscarriage.

eileen: when severus questioned a charm she was teaching him for the first time and she was stunned into silence at how insightful and sensible his question actually was. the relief that her son wasn't only magical but also not an idiot was one that made her feel strangely warm inside.

severus: when lily tossed the little wanker iain bowles into the river with what he knew was not accidental but untrained magic. the thrill that had come with knowing it had been her (although she had lied about it) and that she had done it for him because he was her friend was seared into his memory like a scar.

lily: i realize harry's birth or something related to him would be a logical choice, but i also choose to believe that one of her happiest memories was likely something that involved severus in the years before hogwarts, before they were driven apart. perhaps sharing a single creme egg on a hilltop on an easter afternoon, relishing all the good things they had at that moment and just enjoying each other's company. the peaceful quiet of a life that they knew well enough of, despite not having much.

petunia: saving all the money she had earned singing at the pubs and gifting lily with a set of new clothes to wear at school one christmas. the look on her sister's face was priceless and one she would never forget for the rest of her life.

#keeping it under a cut coz longgg #sorry for the delay in this - work is CRAZY #but i enjoyed this a lot!#hp #snape #tobias snape #eileen prince #lily evans #petunia evans #hcs #ask game

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googleitlol · 10 months

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Wanna add some pre-journey stuff, so here’s a piece from Dove and Wukong’s first encounter! And… some sad stuff too.

Dove Masterlist:

After nearly two months, the wonders of the Jade Palace finally begin to feel normal. No other building you've seen could hold a candle to the magnificence of the Heaven's themselves. Yet, you found yourself becoming bored over the past weeks. As perfect as it all is, that was it.

Nothing of significance ever happens. No demons to stir troubles, no bickering that could evolve into full-on battles. Even the soldiers work long uneventful patrols, which did have the upside of letting you share their company and stories of battles. They wouldn't oppose to sparring either, which kept you entertained.

If they were busy, you found yourself doing odd jobs to keep yourself occupied any way you could. Whether that was running tedious errands for Laozi, cleaning and polishing the weapons in the royal armoury, anything you could find that needed to be done, you'd do. Of course, there isn’t always extra work to be done.

It's fine, though. If Guan Yin says this is the best option for you, then so be it. Besides, the gardens are beautiful here, even if they didn't compare to the bamboo grove you became accustomed to in your home. Your mind wanders to thoughts of your old home and the nearby village.

How was everyone? You could only hope Moksa explained on your behalf why you had not returned. Mei must have married that young man by now, and Guiying had only just started her practice in medicine when she left, how was she faring? There was also Lin, he was always so studious, how much has he learned now? Or better yet, has he finally noticed the fleeting glances of that sweet—

A violent rumble ripples through the halls of the palace, harshly dragging you from your thoughts. The ground shakes, making you stumble to find your balance against the wall. Before you can even begin to ponder what is going on, panicked shouts and screams echo through the halls and realization dawns on you.

Is this an attack? Finally! Something to do!

As swift as your legs can be, you rush to your room to grab your bow and quiver. Whoever this is who had decided to attack the heavenly palace, the panic they caused quickly spread through the grounds. You have to push against a crowd of officials, several residents of the palace fighting to get as far from the sounds of chaos as they can.

It takes time, but once you get through a decent amount of the crowd, it begins to thin out, a few stragglers following behind. Metal clashing against a wall makes the halls quake, quivering in fear of the carnage that took hold of the palace. The closer you get, the easier it is to make our voices through the static of destruction. It isn't until you reach the site of battle that you understand what the others ran for.

There is no army, no group responsible for the disruption. No, instead your gaze lays on a heavenly official, golden whip in hand and striking at a demon. Smoke billows off the monster, who doesn't bother to block the attacks. He charges his opponent, an iron rod held tightly in his grip. You have never laid eyes on the demon before, but can instantly recognize the features of the stone monkey.

Sun Wukong has been released from the Trigram Furnace? But how? The self-proclaimed Great Sage holds a crazed— no— feral look in his blood red eyes. His expression twists and screams in outrage, his attacks like those of a wild animal. The red and golden robes on his person are singed and burnt, the stench of burnt hair slowly filters through the air and reaches you, making you scrunch your face in disgust.

His wild attacks are forcing the celestial to take the defence, the man just barely dodging each swing Sun Wukong makes with his staff. To keep this up will be near-impossible, the monkey is relentless with each attack. With such blind anger, he could kill someone.

Your brows furrow as you think of what to do. Running was out of the question, but you stand no chance against that demon. You remember the force it took to capture him before, there was no way to match that on your own. But you can't just leave the poor official on his own. Is he an immortal that can’t die, or is he only ageless? Could he survive much longer?

As the questions swarm your mind, an idea strikes, your eyes narrowing as a plan begins to materialize. Defeating this monster on your own is out of the question, not while he's in such a crazed state of mind. You just had to take him out of that state.

Nocking an arrow, you draw back the string. You steady your breath, refusing to allow your fear to let you shake. This will have to be quick. One wrong move and you might just die. Guan Yin will not approve of that.

You slow your breath as the man locked in combat falls to the ground. Just as the demon pounces, you release the arrow, letting it strike Sun Wukong. It plunges into his side, and though his reaction is minor, the quick swivel of his head in your directions shows that you now have what you wanted. The stone monkey's attention.

In the flash of a moment, your head collides with the ground as the monster tackles you to the floor. A strangle of a gasp manages to escape your lungs, your breath leaving the moment your back hit the floor. Your grip on the bow is immediately lost as it clatters to the ground, your head pounding as it fights to make sense of its abrupt shift in orientation.

The demon glares down with a murderous look. His breathing is ragged, canines on full display in a snarl. While his eyes from a distance were a fiery red, you only realize now that the colour did not come from his pupils. Those are much too small to discern any colour from, and the slight trail of smoke that escaped the corners of his eyes took most of the attention away from them anyway.

He holds you down with a hand that grips your collarbone in a iron-tight hold, any harder and it might just snap in two. You already know of his strength, having heard stories from the soldiers that encountered him in battle after the festival, but to experience it firsthand was beyond terrifying.

The monkey holds his staff high over his head, your eyes widening at the threat of having your skull crushed under the weapon. With your senses returning, you wrap both of your arms around his own that holds you down. Closing your eyes tight, you begin to focus on your own energy. Just like you were taught... how Guan Yin showed you to envision it.

Everyone had their own pool of energy, their own force that was tethered to themselves. All you have to do was envision that divide between every person, the earth separating each individual's pool, and move it. With a shuddering breath, careful to only share what was necessary, you begin to move the blockage.

The moment your little pool of energy trickles into his own, the demon's breathing slows. His vice-like grip on your person starts to loosen, the bones beneath your skin no longer held hostage. Opening your eyes, you can see how his own begin to dilate. Now with sense behind them, the stone monkey’s golden irises look around in a daze.

Blinking slowly, the monkey lowers his weapon while you breathe a sigh of relief. The ape is back to his right state of mind, hopefully that can even the fight. Was the distraction enough time for the official to recover?

As relieving as it is for your plan to have worked and to no longer have a magical staff looming over you with the threat of death, it doesn't stop the underlying sense of dread created by the Great Sage's open stare. While his gaze is no longer filled with a violent rage, the calculating yet curious look he now gives lent you no sense of comfort.

A few silent moments pass before you attempt to sit up, but the demon keeps his hold firm. Your struggle doesn't seem to do anything to him, the stone monkey tilting his head in a curious fashion. "What was that?" He asks as you continue on your attempt to remove his hand. The action goes ignored as he seems more concerned with his questions. "What did you do to me?"

Despite the steady growth of your underlying panic, you manage to keep your composure and face him with a wry grin. "I kept you distracted, bastard monkey."

"Oh." The response makes him smirk, finding amusement in your words, though it’s clear he's taken aback from the twitch of the corner of his mouth. "Such vulgar words, maiden?"

"Only reserved for those who deserve them." You grin as the heavenly official from before sends his whip towards the monkey, the distraction giving him the chance to recover. The golden whip lashes around the arm holding you down and pulls it away from your person.

Weight now lifted off your chest, you're finally able to scramble away from the Monkey King. "Hurry, go now!" The official calls out, pulling the Great Sage towards him while the other readies his staff. The demon smirks, but before he can make another charge, the sound of thunder crackles through the halls. Yeah, this was now a much more even fight.

With a sigh of relief, you grab your bow from where it fell previously and run back around the corner of the hall. You've done your part, and hopefully now the Monkey King will be more easily subdued. You can only pray that they lock up that demon for the rest of his immortal life.

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Several hours pass before news catches your ears of the Buddha's involvement. You must admit, the Monkey King's reign met an interesting end, not to say you aren't grateful for it. Hearing of his feats and mischief was one thing, but to see his power yourself was a truly grounding experience. Good riddance to that headache of a demon. It only took about a week or so before a banquet to be held in celebration of his defeat.

That's when the news arrived.

"Moksa!" You couldn't have known your fellow disciple and brother would visit after the celebration. It may have been a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

Not caring for anyone that may have been present, you drop all formalities as you run to encompass the man in your embrace. His laughter is comforting to hear after going so long without a familiar face. "Hello to you as well, little sister."

Your smile could bring light to the darkest of nights in that moment. "What are you doing here? Is it time already? Can I go back home for the journey?"

"No." Moksa shakes his head in amusement, though you notice his smile falter. "No, there are still many years below before that. You're still so impatient." You step back to release him from your hold as he answers, less annoyed than you usually are whenever he makes such side comments.

With a roll of your eyes, you shake your head. "Does Guan Yin have a message for me? Or maybe you just miss me?" The hearty laugh that leaves your brother quickly makes you dismiss the idea.

But the laughter quickly subsides, the air suddenly becoming thick as his smile fades. All of a sudden, the situation feels much more serious than you initially expected. Moksa sighed. "Guan Yin did send for me to retrieve you, but only for a little while. She felt you would want to be back home today."

What does that mean? Of course you want to come back home, that's how you've felt since the day you were left here. But what makes today so special? As excited as you feel, you can't help but frown as Moksa leads you to the Southern Gate.

Summoning a cloud, you both descend onto the earth. Warmth fills your chest at the sight of your old home, the mountains that stretch over the horizons, the winding paths taken by travellers and merchants. It's funny, you never think about those kinds of details until you don't have them anymore.

Nonetheless, the sight of the village brings you a sense of joy you haven't felt in ages. The village was larger than you remember, they must have expanded in the time you've been gone. How much has changed since you left?

It doesn't take long for you both to land, though Moksa quickly began to rise again as you step onto the ground. "I will return to help you back to the Jade Palace once you are done." He explains, the somber look on his face grounding you once more.

"Wait, but what am I..." He's gone before you can even finish. "...doing." Huh, okay. You take a glance around the village, instantly recognizing the houses before you. Moksa had dropped you off just behind the house you busted frequently before this whole peach festival mess even happened.

Walking over to the front of the structure, you see a little kid running towards the house, maybe around ten or so. You pause the moment he locks eyes with you, the little boy frozen at the approach of a supposed stranger. He looks... he's just like...

"Shun!" A voice calls out, and the boy immediately looks past you towards the house. Your eyes widen at the sight of an older man. With hairs beginning to grey with wrinkles only just beginning to crease his forehead and the corners of his eyes, before you is the older face of a dear friend.

Without hesitation, you run to hold the man in your arms. "Lin! I can’t believe it, look at you!" The man stiffens in your hold, his eyes large as you grin widely. He really did age gracefully. "I’ve counted the days since my departure, I hope Moksa kept his word and explained why I never came back. Are the others still here? Has Guiying finally—"

"Father, who is this?" The little boy slowly approaches as you release who you expect to be his father from your embrace. He has to be Lin’s son, he looks so much like him!

As the boy— Shun was his name wasn't it? As Shun approaches, you kneel down to greet him and tell him your name. "I was good friends with your father many years ago." You explain, smiling at the boy. It would be a lie to say that this isn't all a shock for you. Of course you expected Lin to have a family by this point, though the kid is younger than you thought he'd be— unless of course Lin had another older child.

At your words, the boy gives you a look of recognition. "Like the one from grandfather's stories?" His question makes you frown as his gaze shifts to his parent. "I thought those were made up!"

It takes a moment for Shun's words to sink in, and for a moment, you're frozen where you kneel. Did he say... grandfather?

A hand rests on your shoulder, and you look up to see the boy's father a second time. Looking at him again... you begin to notice there are some features that are Lin’s, but his eyes were different. "I think there has been a misunderstanding." He begins as you rise back to your feet. "I am Ru Jiahao, and I think the person you are looking for is my father."

"Your father?" You echo his words, not entirely hearing them the first time. This man, he's Lin’s son?

The man gives an awkward sigh, nodding to the house. "Shun, go ahead and get inside. Everyone else is already in the house." The little boy nods, following his father's instructions and running into the house. With his son no longer present, Jiahao properly greets you. "It is an honour to meet you, my father always told us stories of how you kept our village from harm in the past."

His words suddenly feel surreal, the initial shock exponentially increased as he guides me into his home. Inside awaits the little boy, Shun, accompanied by two older girls and a young man, their somber faces all turning to you in confusion before understanding washes over. Are these all Lin’s grandchildren?

This is all so much, you barely even register the question asked until you feel the room's expecting gaze on you. Blinking yourself from your stupor, you look back to Jiahao. "Apologies, would you repeat that?"

The man frowns. "Ma'am," Ma'am? "you have come to visit my father, is that correct?"

You look over the expressions across the room. Their faces, all sharing the same wide-eyed look of wonder, watching your every move. It makes you shift uncomfortably, the way they look at you. "I... my fellow disciple escorted me back to the village. He said I would want to be here today."

You can't shake the way they all watch the conversation, nor their sorrowful expressions before you entered the room initially. The air feels cold, a looming cloud hanging over the family. "Tell me, where is your father?" You ask the man before two women enter from another room of the house.

One seemed about the age of Jiahao, perhaps his wife, the other much older. The elderly woman has her hair tied into a tight bun, not a single silver strand out of place. Wrinkles carved soft features over her forehead and the corners of her lips, crows feet almost meeting her temples. Holding onto a cane for support, she gasps the moment her eyes rest on you. She calls your name, and though her voice is hoarse and scratched with age, you recognize who it belongs to.

Your eyes widen, and you can feel your eyes begin to water. "Mei?" The woman smiles softly as you call her name, it takes a moment for her to hobble to you while the rest of the house watches in silence.

"My... you look the same as the day you left." Her hand slowly reaches to wrap you in a hug, her arms no longer holding the strength she had in her youth. Her youth...

She quickly turns to cast a glare over our audience. "What are you all gawking at? Jiahao, take them all to see your father and give us some privacy."

"Yes, Mother." Your eyes widen at the reply, barely able to keep your jaw from going slack as the man escorts his family into the room Mei entered from. Mother?! Did that mean Lin and Mei... but what about that man she never stopped talking about? You thought she would have married him, but Lin?! They couldn’t stand each other!

Before you can contemplate all that you must have missed, Mei takes your hands in her own. The smile she has is the same warm smile you remember all those months... years ago. "Is it time for you to go on that journey now? Prince Moksa told us what happened, I never thought we would see you again, old friend!"

Old friend? "No, there's still more time, but... what happened? You married Lin? You— you have a family!" You smile, overcome with a sense of pride and longing for your friend that overlaps with a thousand more emotions of joy and grief.

Mei’s smile falters, her eyes casting down. “Yes, well… you came to visit with a funny sense of timing.” Your brows furrow at her words, and she looks up at you with a sigh. “Here, follow me.”

Taking your hand, your friend guides you to where the others are. The room feels cramped with the number of bodies in the space. A bed lays against the far wall, an elderly man it’s only occupant. The first word that comes to mind is frail. Skin encloses bone with barely any muscle left, his movements are stiff, rigid. “Lin, look at who came to visit.” Mei announces your arrival.

It takes a moment for him to get a good look in your direction, his eyes growing larger in surprise. “Is it true?” He smiles, eyes landing on you and Mei. “My Love, are my eyes playing tricks on me again?”

Mei crosses to her husband, her smile warm as her hand finds his. “Our friend has come back to pay us a visit, Dear.” She answers, looking to you expectantly. With caution, you move to meet the two at his side.

“Lin?” Your voice is barely a whisper. This doesn’t feel real.

The old man smiles, calling your name as you take a knee at his side. “You sure took your time coming back.”

“You didn’t think you saw the last of me, did you?” You jest despite your throat feeling tight. This is all too much, seeing him like this. Of course you know that it’s been decades for him, you know your friends would age without you, the whole reason you’re living in the Heavens is because no mortal human alive now will live to the day you’ll be needed. But at the same time, actually being here, seeing the state of your friend…

You aren’t ready for this. “Lin, you—”

“I know.” His wife let’s go of his hands so he can rest one of his own on yours. “How are you? You promised to tell me what it was like up there.”

Of course, even in his old age, his curiosity is a top priority. “I’m fine, it can get boring, if I’m honest. Right up your alley.”

He laughs, but it sounds pained. Before you can blink he’s jolting upright and lets out a horrid coughing fit. Mei sits on the edge of the bed, her hand running up and down his back before guiding him back to lay down.

Jiahao steps forward, putting a hand on his father’s shoulder. The pain in his expression slams into your chest with brute force, your gaze wandering to the rest of his family. The younger children stand in a huddle with their mother’s arms draping over them. The youngest one you met outside, Shun, has his face turned away into his mother’s side.

Your eyes fall back on your friend, a man you can barely recognize as realization forces it’s way through. A statement you had known but never truly accepted until now. These faces, both new and old, were the sharp edge of the blade of truth, and it cut deeper than you ever thought it could.

Your friends have lived their life, and you missed it all.

“Lin?” Your attention snaps back to Mei, her voice in clear distress. The elder’s breathing is laboured, each intake of breath a struggle. His eyes are unfocused, almost glazed. “My Love?”

His eyes wander the room, looking to each and every person. When he looks to you, he weakly smiles, calling your name that he can barely get out. You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes. “Lin, don’t. Save your breath.”

“No.” He sighs, his voice strained. “It’s been over sixty years since I’ve seen my friend… I’d like to talk with her. Is that… a problem?” Each inhale is a battle, fights that twists your stomach as you witness them.

This is it. “Not a problem at all.” You smile, ignoring the tear that runs down your cheek. “Do you want to hear about the Jade Palace?”

His content smile is enough, and you begin to share with the man everything that happened in the celestial realm. You notice some of the children listen with wide eyes, Mei asks questions in Lin’s place while you try your best to be as detailed as possible. You tell them about the beauty of the palace and the gardens, the deities and officials, and the havoc caused by the stone monkey. You tell him everything, even after the moment he is no longer there.

Several minutes pass before it's only you and Mei left in the room. You've never seen such a pained look on her face before, her hand holding onto her husband's arm. It hurts to see the woman like this.

"...Where's Guiying?" You ask, eyes never leaving your now still friend.

Mei's gaze remains downcast. "You just missed her. She left two days ago after receiving a message for help. Merchants on the road needed medical attention." So she was able to practice medicine? Good...

The air feels thick, stuffed with grief and sorrow. Lin was one of the first people you met after Guan Yin saved you. At the time he was just a kid, like you were. Timid, but able to stand up for himself when he needed it.

Your eyes shift to Mei, her own clouded over. How terrible must she feel now? Losing your friend after ten years, the pain threatens to rip at your chest and crush your heart. Your stomach is heavy, stones of regret pulling down and grounding your body like a steel weight. But Mei's lost her love, her closest companion after decades that proceed your own life more than three times over.

"Mei?" You call her name gently, hand holding her wrist with care. "Do you want me to..."

She shakes her head, eyes now closed. "No. It's alright, I don't need you to use any magic." Her gaze falls back on you, a sad smile now resting over her frail features. "Your presence is enough."

You go to speak, but your throat begins to swell and all you can do is wrap your arms around your old friend. She reciprocates the hug, and you're not sure how long you stay like that, but it's comforting.

When it's finally time for Moksa to bring you back to the celestial realm, you find yourself grieving the life of a friend as well as the life you never got to live. This wouldn't be the last visit.

#jttw #jttw dove #jttw sun wukong #jttw sun wukong x reader #journey to the west #journey to the west sun wukong #jttw monkey king #jttw x reader

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quicksilverdrabbles · 1 year

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Morana: *staring at the gates of Whiterun from the stables, noticeably maskless and anxious*

Xelzaz: *was unable to find her mask in the river* And so come the consequences of your own actions.

Morana: Shut up..

Kaidan: *worried* We don't have to go into Whiterun today, Morana. We can put it off until we can get you a replacement.

Morana: *frowning as she writes in her notebook, mouthing the words while she does* We have stuff we need to do in Whiterun. Getting another mask will take too much time.

Inigo: ... It is strange seeing how you act under the mask, my friend. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar.

Morana: Oh. *turns to Inigo* Do I make a lot of faces? I'm sorry, I'm not used to having to manage my expression..

Inigo: Hehe, it is fine.

Morana: .. Let's just go. Get this over with and get out of the city before too many people notice.

Team Dragonborn: *walking past the city guards at the gates*

Whiterun Guard: *nods at them as they pass into the city*

Whiterun Guard (2): ... Hey, that was the Dragonborn's group, wasn't it? I didn't see her.

Whiterun Guard: D'you think something happened?

Whiterun Guard (2): And who was that Dark Elf with them? Had a sick look about her.

Whiterun Guard: Maybe they're escorting her to the Temple of Kynareth. They do those sorts of odd jobs often enough.

Whiterun Guard (2): Ah, maybe.

Immediately after they walk through the city gates

Idolaf: Hm? Oh, it's you lot again.

Kaidan: Idolaf.

Idolaf: Who's this?

Morana: *trying to walk past Idolaf without having to speak to him*

Idolaf: *stepping in front of her* I asked who you are, lass. I don't just let anyone in my city.

Taliesin: Who she is is none of your business, human.

Lucien: Please stop calling people that.

Idolaf: I'll ask her whatever questions I deem necessary. Any suspicious characters are a danger to Whiterun, and she's about as suspicious as they come.

Inigo: I wonder if you are making such accusations because she is a Dark Elf. You do not have to be a Stormcloak to be a racist bigot.

Idolaf: Say what you will, Khajiit.

Morana: *rolls her eyes, mouthing a repeat of his words mockingly*

Idolaf: Huh? Are you mocking me, Elf?

Morana: *eyes widen, staring at him in shock* Shit.

Kaidan: *standing behind her, crossing his arms* I don't know what you have against my companion, Battle-Born, but I suggest you walk away now before I get angry.

Idolaf: Hah! No way, not now that this little one has insulted me.

Morana: *walks past him, avoiding his attempt to grab her arm*

Kaidan: Oi, Morana-

Inigo: Wait for me, my friend!

Taliesin: *grabs Idolaf as he tries to chase her* If you wish to continue your pursuit of my raven, you will find out very quickly what actually happens to prisoners and offenders of a Thalmor Justiciar. Do you want that, Battle-Born?

Idolaf: I-I-

Taliesin: That's what I thought.

Morana: *hiding crouched behind Carlotta's stall, covering her face with her hands* Gods just kill me now.

Lucien: Oh, there you are! What happened, Morana?

Kaidan: You scared me, I thought he hurt you when I wasn't looking-

Morana: I forgot I wasn't wearing my mask.

Taliesin: What on earth does that have to do with this?

Morana: *lifts her head up, cheeks flushed red* I.. Find that I make a lot of faces at people that irritate me. And I mock them when they can't see. I'm not used to having to stop my expressions.

Lucien: I suppose you could say you have a horrible poker face, haha.

Morana: *deadpan stare* Ha.

Farkas: Ah, there they are.

Kaidan: Farkas, Vilkas! How are you gits?

Vilkas: Better than your frostbitten arse, I'd say.

Kaidan: Oi!

Farkas: Hello, Morana.

Morana: ...? You guys know it's me?

Vilkas: Aye. Your scent hasn't changed, despite your lack of mask. Vanilla and honey.

Farkas: And river water. That's new.

Morana: I jumped in a river.

Vilkas: Ha! I'd love to hear that story. Care for a drink, friends?

Xelzaz: Maybe later. We've a few errands to run first.

Kaidan: Actually that gives me an idea. Farkas, Vilkas, d'ya mind tagging along with us for a bit? Idolaf's got it out for us right now and I'm really not in the mood for his bullshit.

Farkas: The Battle-Born whelp? Count me in.

Vilkas: Aye. Lead the way, raven.

Morana: *nods* We can stop at Jorrvaskr when we're done. Thank you two.

Farkas: Don't mention it.

Morana to Idolaf:

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #skyrim oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #skyrim taliesin #Morana oc

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terrible-turtles · 3 years

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Selling Weapons to the Foot

~ Ever since she moved to NewYork Karai has known about you. You were one of the Foot Clans top supporters and suppliers after all. It helped that her Father often talked about you (She thinks he has a crush but stubborn old him won't ever admit it)

~ A well trained martial artist who's studied different styles and techniques your arsenal matches your fighting ability, which pleases Saki greatly. Anything Karai or her father could ask for your able to provide and more. You prefer to stick to your usual delivery of weapons but if Shredder has an odd request like the occasional batch of rare chemicals, extra mutagen, or lab equipment your able to get whatever he needs.

~ The operation you run is smooth something everyone in the crime world notices and appreciates. You don't do drugs, you don't do woman, and you stick to what you know. Your labs are top quality with only the best tools and equipment and your sanitation of raw matierals and the finsihed product is key. Anything that needs to be stolen is done quickly and efficiently and everything else you either buy or manufacture in your own lab.

~ New toys and prototypes for the Shredder are a given. He's always looking for an edge on those mutant turtles and your always looking for a large profit. New weapons are carefully labeled and put in cases with the instructions on how to build and use them inside. On every case with high end products there's a finger print lock so only he or Karai can access them and only they can add more people to open the case. You make it very clear to Oruku when something is hazardous so any damage that comes to Shredders men is not your fault. You may make the weapons but you take no responsibility for what's done with them.

~ Oruku is aware he's not the only buyer and he won't lie that does make him jealous. The Purple Dragons as stupid as they are do grunt work in exchange for cheap upgrades, they do errands and jobs you don't want or need traced back to you. Hun or Xever are also always willing to buy your more dangerous weapons that no one else wants so it's a good trade off. Anton Zeck has stolen you a great deal of tech and chemicals over the years for prototype perks, the theif loves seeing what you come up with and how much better your scientists can make his suit. Don Vizioso and the Fulci Twins almost always need something and almost always call you first. And then there's Ivan Steranko. He also deals weapons but he understands partnership better than most in your line of business, you two have an agreement. Many of your weapons that are made special ordered come from him. Ivan keeps them in his personal vault saying he likes your artistry and how well made every weapon is. You have an understanding of some sort with every mob, gang, and crooked cooperation in the city.

~ Many times Oruku Saki has tried to merge your companies and make your weapon line exclusive to the Foot Clan. Every time you've gently had to reject him. Him and his daughter fancy you, you think. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't fancy them. As Shredder buys more territory and expands his reach in New York showing off his wealth and power but also his strategic mind you begin to rethink his offer.

~ Shredder is not a forgiving man but he's never had to forgive you, you always get the job done. He is also not a forgetful one. He values your good work and often pays you much more than the agreed upon price. The only friction in your relationship comes from not just working for him but he can't afford to lose you as a supplier so he listens to your demands and requests. Your one of the only ones he'll go to for advice abd your opinion means a great deal to the samurai.

~ Everything is top of the line and crafted carefully. Some of the weapons are made with machines but only the best of the best humans are on your team. Every blade is hand sharpened, every gun practiced and tested before going into a case, and every chemical or computer part is carefully monitored and scanned for glitches before being shipped away. Your brand doesn't do mistakes. It's known for nothing less than perfection, just as you are.

~ Your the head of your operation and you built up from nothing. Everyone on your ever expanding team answers to you and all the trades are done with your watchful eye. If anyone shorts you, your known for your quality of your weapons but also the contingences placed inside them. Everyone smart knows what happens when you cross (Y/N).

~ You are always early and respectful when doing handoffs and you always leave the Foot Clan with a little extra something. Shredder is more than thankful for your shipments. You seem to know what Karai likes by now and what he always needs more of even if he didn't order it. Shredder is pleased with you and your results and is impressed how your always able to stay a step ahead of the turtles and Krang. You've known Saki for little over a year now and Karai notices the way her father looks at you and the tenderness in his actions as he hands over the money. The way his hand gently touches the back of yours. As this business relationship goes on she wonders if either of you will make a move and make things less professional.

~ Your operation is massive and always has multiple backups in circulation. Saki is aware of your many bases and when weapons are in development he often has soldiers nearby just in case something happens. He wants his best supplier safe after all.

~ Every lab is cleaned professionally before and after each shift, and everything is monitored very closely by someone on cite. There are only heat sensor cameras in the lab to keep everyone's identities a secret and you only use scinetists, mechanics, engineers, and security that want to be there. No one is held captive and they can stop at any time with certain stipulations. Your also very clear you leave no loose ends, do your job right or make up for your mistakes and make up for them fast. Everyone knows what happens if the person isn't able to do that. Your like Shredder in that way.

~ For all intensive purposes you've never been caught on paper, the cops have never captured evidence of your facilities, and your labs are pratically a myth. You've been lucky to avoid the turtles abd Krang so far. Your very good at hiding your tracks and your known for being through with any loose ends.

~ Although you don't sell exclusively to the Foot Clan they do get a lot of perks with your business. Part of this is from the extra money Shedder gives you each shipment but part of it is from a mutual understanding and a want to get closer to the head of the Foot. Karai gets to test out a majority of your prototype weapons and has first pick of what she wants for the next shipment. The Shredder is also the first to know about anything your building or stealing that may interest him. Oruku rewards your loyalty with money but also secrets and benefits of his own. He invites you to high society events to network and although you wouldn't call them dates you've definetly grown closer to the leader through them. You know of Teng Shen and her passing but your patient, if Oruku wants to make a move you'll let him process his grief before starting a relationship with you.

~ If Shredder and Karai can't pick up an order you meet with Shredders mutants. You got used to them a long time ago so there's never any surprises and you've even given them specially made upgrades to help them fight better with their mutations. You know what happened to mutate them and you know how it all works, you never ask any questions because you have all the answers you need. Thats something they all admire about you, you don't ask many questions.

~ Xever before his mutation used to be a constant buyer so you two have a fun work relationship. You like to gossip as weapons are being loaded and he always has a tip for your next big buy or steal. He also informs you of Hun and how the Purple dragons are doing. He does however often ask if you and Shredder are a thing. Appretally him and Rahzor have a bet and he want the dog to pay up. You never directly answer but Xever has a feeling he'll be making a lot of money soon.

~ When he became Mr. X and started his little underground sewer games you were a known gambler at his games. It was a way to network and catch up with everyone but also a fun source of income. Sadly for Xever you always made more than what you spent because you were that good.

~ DogPound and eventually Rahzor has known you for a long time. When he used to be Bradford he would often be there with Shredder when dealings were going on and he'd asked his master more than once why they paid so much for your "junk". You always kept calm about it but it was obvious you didn't like each other something Saki found highly amusing. Unlike Xever, Rahzor is all business and doesn't engage in pleasantries outside of work. He's always been the serious efficient type so you don't push him and get your sales done quickly when he's in charge. He always makes a comment about how Shredder never shuts up about you so at least you know Saki talks about you when your not around.

~ TigerClaw is very professional during dealings but the cat is not immune to your games. Although TigerClaw is strictly under servitude to Shredder the cat does hold a deep respect for you and how you run your business. You have a moral code it's just not what most people would call "ethical". He's surprised you and Shredder have not become an item yet but doesn't pry. He does however often mention that Shredder speaks highly of you and your work. The cat is smug if this gets you flustered and always reports his interactions to his master.

~ BeepBop and RockSteady or Anton and Ivan now work under Shredder and had become mutants. Neither of them were allowed to do deals alone but whenever you saw them it was nice to talk with old friends. Ivan still had special ordered weapons under the table and if Anton ever had problems with his suit he came to you rather than Shredder. Anton however never shut up when you were installing upgrades and asked when you and Shredder were getting married.

~ Eventually after a year or more of pining you accept Shredders offer and make your company exclusive to his people. He now owned everyone you used to sell to anyways so it seemed like a sound business decision. After sighing the paper work and handing over a contract Saki smiled before taking off his kubuto asking if you'd like to go on a date together sometime, a real date not a business transaction. You accept.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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You were all I wanted Part 3

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, human trafficking, mentions of non-con, minor character’s death.

Words: 1600.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Peter is an adult!

This chapter turned out to be shorter, but it's still pretty eventful. Hope you're going to like it <3

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"But what... what if he won't like me? What if he'll take me away?" You sobbed, panic taking over you as you imagined Tony Stark pressing a gun to your forehead.

"No, he'd never do that." Peter left a little kiss behind your ear. "Mr. Stark doesn't take the gifts he's made back. You don't have to be afraid of that."

You sniffed at his words. That's what you were now. A gift. A possession. A pet whose job was keeping its master happy. You had to be grateful you were given to someone like Peter, at least. You didn't know whether he would always treat you kindly, but as of now he had never threatened to hurt you. You could only pray for him to fancy you so he wouldn't throw you away like some garbage - apparently, Tony Stark treated his women exactly like that.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Of course, you got upset." Peter cuddled with you some more, but you weren't sure whether he was being sincere. Wasn't he sending you a clear message?

Don't go against me or you'll end just like her.

"Oh, I have an idea. Let's go out! Do you wanna see the movie or something?"

You did your best to wipe away your tears and stared at the boy, perplexed. "What?"

"We have a nice little cinema not far from here. We could go right now, just let me check what they've having today."

"But didn't you say I can't leave this place?"

"I meant without me." He showed you the same smug smirk Stark was wearing all the time, and you lowered your gaze to Peter's chest instead. "With me close you can go wherever you want to."

Funny thing to say. In thruth, you could go wherever he wanted to take you.

"Wow, they're having Beyond Darkness in 30 min! We gotta go, you'll loooove this."

"Sure."

In five minutes you were already hurrying after Peter and trying to look nowhere but your shoes. Regardless of what was there in Stark's Tower, you didn't want to see it, not even mentioning all those guys with guns scattered across the building. Peter was saying his hello to each and every one of them as if he were some mafia's social butterfly.

Whatever. You knew Peter was Tony's favorite not because he had a pretty face. You had never particularly asked what his role in all this was, but it was obviously something way bigger than running errands for the gang. Maybe it was better to never figure it out.

"Hey girl, wanna have fun?" Somebody to your left asked you, and you flinched involuntarily, keeping your head low.

Peter stopped in the very same second and sent the stranger a hard look.

"Mike, you offer my girl drugs one more time and I'm gonna shoot your cute little brother in the leg, you hear me?"

You raised your eyes to Peter's smiling face and regretted it immediately. There was something so dark in his gaze you wanted to turn around and run until you were back to your room, hiding somewhere in the corner.

"Shit! Sorry, Spidey!" The guy's high-pitched voice sounded frightened. "Didn't know you got a girl!"

"Yeah, yeah, see you later, we're kind of busy now." Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you away, heading to the exit. "I forgot to mention before that we don't do drugs. At all. They're good for business, but not for us, ok, Baby?"

"Yes, Peter." You answered and kept chewing your lips, thinking of all the things he had just said. You suspected him to be more ruthless when you weren't around, but never to such extent. How damn scary was real Peter Parker?

"And don't worry, I'd never shoot his brother in whatever part of his body." The boy said it like it was something obvious and you didn't even need to pay attention to it.

Why then did that guy look completely horrified?

When you had finally stepped outside and felt the wind playing with your hair you were ready to cry. Just walking out of the Tower was a fucking torture.

It was already dark, and you pulled the zipper on your pretty blue jacket up, going almost shoulder to shoulder with Peter. Normally you'd be at least a little scared to walk the streets of a big city at night, but the guy your mother had warned you about was already holding your hand.

The place the boy brought you to was truly small but cozy with nice vintage red seats, the delicious smell of caramel popcorn spreading everywhere. It turned out that the movie was something in between Star Wars and Star Trek, which wasn't surprising because Peter was a sucker for anything related to sci-fi. Anyway, it wasn't bad and you actually enjoyed watching it. The movie helped you to keep your mind off your earlier encounter with the drug trafficker and the words Peter said.

The only way to live like that and stay sane was to turn a blind eye to anything that happened around, you thought. It was cowardly and revolting, but what could you do against one of the most, if not the most, dangerous gangs in New York? Surely, even if by some miracle you could flee the Tower and go to police, would they really be willing to help you? No, they would return you to Mr. Stark. You were a hundred percent sure he got it covered.

"Are you feeling tired, Baby?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Peter who smiled at you so lovingly it could make any girl cry.

"Just a little bit."

"Want me to give you a massage when we gonna get home?" His expression quickly turned devious, and he winked at you.

Yeah, great, now you'd have him fucking you before your knees were giving out. The kid had such stamina he could be an Olympic athlete, no less.

"Aw, I love when you blush like that." Chuckling, he put his arm around your shoulders and inched closer to give you a quick peck on the lips. You forced youself to enjoy his little signs of affection and start thinking you ought to be thankful he wasn't into heavy BDSM practices or something like that.

While you two were kissing again, you heard someone's loud footsteps as if this person just jumped out of the corner, and then there was a hateful outburst, "Stay were you are. Your wallets, quick!"

You froze, your hands getting cold as you stared at the face of a guy standing in front of you with a knife in his hands. He was clearly unstable, sick - you could see the dark circles around his eyes, the unhealthy color of his skin, and his greasy hair sticking to his forehead. You didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was twice bigger than Peter. The guy would probably have no problem with slicing both him and you into pieces if you didn't comply.

"I said g-"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Peter let out a frustrated sigh before you heard the loud sound of the gun firing.

There was a little black hole in the guy's chest, blood seeping through his dirty white t-shirt and coloring it in a beautiful deep ruby color. You could see the confusion in the eyes of the stranger, his mouth half-open. Slowly, he went down before his legs gave out and he landed at the ground with a loud thud. He didn't move after that.

"Come on, attacking a couple of high shoolers? You're such a psycho, man. Who were you gonna go after us? Kids?" Peter rolled his eyes and hid the gun under his bomber, turning away from the man he murdered and shouting to someone behind him. "It's ok, people! It's just me, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Calm down, go home, it's late!"

You were still staring at the large pool of blood spreading beneath the body of a stranger - lack of light made it look like it was an odd black liquid. Before you could take your eyes elsewhere, you felt bile quickly going up your throat and vomitted, moving to lean your hand on the wall of a building. He killed him. Peter killed him. You didn't even see him pulling out the gun.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." The boy gently held back your hair when you threw up again, feeling scared, disgusted, feverish and cold at the same time. "That's why I don't like drugs and what they do to people. That shithead lost his mind, you see? No sane guy would ever jump on me or my girl like that."

Despite him being so tender, you couldn't even turn your head to look at him as you started shaking from his touch.

You kept emptying your stomach a few more minutes before Peter softly wiped your mouth with his handkerchief and took your arm, walking you back to the Tower and saying all those unnecessary things about how terrible some people are and how everyone has to take care in the dangerous world they're living in. You didn't hear half of that, but you cared little for his chattering.

Peter had shot the man without showing even the slightest regret. He'd shoot you the same way if you ever turned against him - he was Stark's favourite, after all.

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #dark peter parker #spider man #spiderman #yandere #tom holland

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 2

The Job of a High School Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n learns the duties of a host.

Word Count: 4.9k

Episode Masterlist

You've been a host for almost two weeks now. It's been interesting, to say the least. Tamaki and the twins have been trying to get you into a dress since you put on the school uniform, but you cleaned the male uniform and refused all their demands.

Maria got letters from your friends back in y/c, to which she wanted to surprise you by putting them in your bag. You didn't notice them at school, and you didn't notice them when they were sticking out during homeroom.

But Hikaru and Kaoru did. Once the class was over, the three envelopes fell out of your backpack, though you kept walking. They looked at each other and nodded. Hikaru them and went on and they both went on with their day.

After doing your homework you rushed into the club room, only to see very real tropical decorations everywhere. The hosts had luau outfits on as well. "Welcome."

"This is different." You stated as you stepped in, looking around.

"Of course!" Tamaki posed as he talked. "It might be early fall but here at the Host Club we'd like our guests to feel as if they're in a tropical paradise. And plus, our heating system is... perfect!"

You gave him a slight look at his bragging, to which Kyoya smiled a bit. "Do you have a problem with the way we run our club y/n? Remember, you still owe us 8 million yen."

You set your bag down on your spot. "Charming." You said sarcastically, passing by him and giving him a sly smile. "I feel very free to speak my mind, really. So was this tropical island thing your idea?"

"All ideas dealing with the host club events come directly from the king. Although I will admit to casually slipping a Bali pamphlet onto his desk." He kept his smile as he continued writing in his book.

"Of course. Well someone should tell the king that he's really clever." You patted his arm before going and sitting down with your clients. "Good afternoon ladies—"

The twins each blew a whistle and marched over to you. "Hold it right there!" They said in unison. "Who's Julian?!"

You turned over to them, a bit surprised at the mentioning of that name. "What do you mean?"

"Three envelopes fell out of your bag, and one was from a boy named Julian." Kaoru said.

They then got very close to you, asking, "So who's Julian?!"

"An old friend." You shrugged, putting out your hand for the letters. They gave them back to you, but also gained the attention of Tamaki.

"How good of a friend is he?" He zoomed right behind your couch.

You didn't know why Tamaki was so territorial of his friends, but you knew there must be a reason. That didn't mean you couldn't still have fun with him. You fake sighed lovingly. "He's the best."

"Is he... handsome?"

"He has an adorable face. I love it so much!"

"You love it?" You gave you his puppy dog eyes.

"Yup."

"Do you have... feelings... for him?"

"Oh, I'm only totally in love with him."

"WHA~T?!" He then wrapped you in a hug. "But you're my little girl~"

You sighed again. "Yeah. It's too bad you're more his type."

"Huh?"

He blankly stared at you, and you bursted into a fit of giggles. "He's gay, so calm down."

"Oh." He then stood up and cleared his throat. "Well then, that's one less man to worry about. You don't know how many evil boys there are in the world, so you have to be careful."

"Yeah, I should also be careful of weird people who call themselves 'daddy'." An arrow struck through Tamaki as you walked over to the twins. "Thanks for holding onto these for me." Your smile made them blush. "And thank you for not opening them, since you guys are pretty nosey."

"We don't know what you're talking about." They both said as they shrugged.

"But y/n," Kaoru started saying.

"Why don't you open them for us?" Hikaru finished.

You scoffed. "Please guys, I'm working." You then turned to your clients as they sighed, smiling. "I'm sorry girls. What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, we were wondering if you were going to dress up in something tropical."

"Do you all want me to?" You asked, unsure if you wanted to go through with that.

"Yes!" They said happily.

Tamaki then appeared with a smile. "I already made you an outfit y/n. And look, we're a pair! Isn't it cute?"

You frowned. "You know I don't really like skirts."

He then showed you his big watery eyes. "But Kyoya gave you a dress and you accepted it no problem."

"He was doing it to be nice. You're doing this because you want to see me in a dress. That's weird."

He looked like he was going to burst from anger. He then pushed the outfit into your hands. "Just go change!"

You then changed into the shoulderless top with the long skirt, which also accompanied a lot of jewelry. You then went out and tried to discreetly go back to your clients. "Oh my goodness y/n, you're so cute!" One exclaimed.

"Y/N~" Tamaki jumped over to you and crushed you into a hug. "Everybody, look!"

"Let's not please." You whispered. Your face went red as you frustratedly looked to the ground.

"Wow." The twins said, grabbing your arms.

"Who knew y/n," Kaoru said.

"Could be such a girl." Hikaru finished.

"Looks cute." They said, giving you a thumbs up.

"Please stop drawing in more attention." You said quietly.

"Takashi~ look!" Honey dragged you over to them. "Doesn't she look adorable?"

"Yeah."

Tamaki and the twins had evil stars in their eyes as they inched closer to you. You didn't notice the blush on Mori's face when you went to go hide behind him. The three then shouted, "Give her to us!"

Mori shook his head and took your shoulders, guiding you to your couch.

"Thank you senpai." You said quietly. You then put your hands over your face. You peaked at your smiling clients. "Okay, I did this for you guys."

"How do you feel in cosplay?"

"Exhausted!" You put your hands to your side quickly only to begin shaking your arms, hearing the jewelry jingle as you moved. They began to giggle at your innocent and child-like movements. "Jeez, what's with this?"

"Y/n, you forgot your crown!" Tamaki stuck it out towards you as an offering.

You took a deep breath and drank some tea, not looking at him. "If it's worth more than me I'm not wearing it."

He gave you an angrily confused look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not putting something ridiculous and way too expensive on my head. I don't even feel comfortable in this. It feels like I'm lowering the value of it by just wearing it." Your tone was a sarcastic one, which caused smiles from around your area. Though it was a joke, you were only half-kidding.

"Excuse me." A girl came up to you and said. "I believe we're supposed to be switching hosts now."

"Oh, you must be my next appointment." You grinned, waving to her childishly even though she was right in front of you. "It's nice to meet you."

She then grabbed your chin and brought your face closer to hers. "I've just decided. You're going to be my new favorite host." This seemed to effect Tamaki.

Once the club finished everything, you walked over to go change until Kyoya stopped you. "Your words with Tamaki seemed to amuse some of the guests, and many of those guests have requested you."

"Cool. I guess my clownery is likable." You chuckled and nodded.

Clownery. What an odd made up word. He thought about what his clients told them about you. You spoke with slang, though it almost as if you didn't realize it. They said that they found it adorable. Your speech being adorable. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

Once you put back on your uniform, Kyoya instructed you to make Tamaki some instant ramen. You did so and finished cleaning. Once you finished that you sat down and noticed that Tamaki was irritated.

"C'mon boss, quit eating that commoner's ramen and help plan the party." Kaoru said.

"What's up with him?" You asked.

"He's just upset with Lady Kanako choosing you." Kyoya said as he typed away on his laptop. "She's had the illness for a while now though, so I don't know why he's too surprised."

"What disease?"

"The host hopping disease." The twins said.

You giggled, grinning. "So he's jealous that I stole her from him."

"Shut up! I couldn't care less!" Tamaki yelled. "That's it, my patience has run out. It's time you started dressing like a girl!"

"That's really what's bothering you?"

"I just don't get it. How can you be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady?!" He then went into his private chest, digging though it. "Now you listen to daddy. DADDY WANTS YOU TO GO BACK TO THE WAY YOU WERE AND KEEP WEARING SKIRTS!!"

He brought out a huge framed photo of you in a high and tight half pony tail, which contrasted your usually messy pony tail. You were wearing a cropped long sleeved dark gray shirt, with a black skirt and dark panty hose under.

"DON'T GO BLOWING UP MY PHOTOS WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST!!"

He hung it up on the wall and began crying. Everybody crowded around it.

"The more I look at this photo the more amazed I am." Kaoru said. "How did you go from that to wearing suits?"

Everyone turned to look at you. "I used to have a neighbor who owned a Burlesque lounge. Sometimes she needed someone to cover a waitress shift, and I would do it. This was the most covered up she would allow me to be though."

"I see." Kyoya said. "Those places are known for having women reveal a large amount of skin."

"I wore that stuff cause I had to. I feel more comfortable not showing my legs. I don't care if I dress like a dude sometimes."

"A GIRL SHOULD NEVER ADDRESS HERSELF AS A DUDE!!" Tamaki yelled. "MAMA~!! Y/n's using those dirty boy words again."

"I hate to break up this interesting conversation, but do you have any formal dancing experience?" Hikaru asked.

You turned and smiled nervously. "No, but I don't have to go to parties and stuff, right?"

Tamaki's eyes began to shine. "I absolutely forbid that. You must go to every event hosted by the host club if you want to pay back your debt! If you fail to do so, you'll be demoted back to errand boy" He then got a lot happier. "And that also means you have to wear a dress at the party!"

"No it's cool, I have a formal guy outfit." They all stared at you. "What? I got it when I had to go to a wedding."

"Why won't you wear something like thi~s?" Tamaki said with tears in his eyes.

"Cause it was for a job."

"This is a job!"

"No, this is indentured servitude. There's a difference. Slight, but it's there." You then briefly thought. "Oh, I guess that also means I have to learn the man's part since I'm a host."

Kanako was instructing you what to do, and you were getting the hang of it quickly. "You're quite a fast learner miss y/n."

"And you're quite an exceptional teacher Miss Kanako." Your gaze went to Tamaki, who looked sad. He wanted to teach you, but was too tall to be in the girl role. He glanced over to you, and you smiled and waved. He hesitantly gave you a small smile and waved back. Because of this you weren't paying attention tripped up the both of you. "I'm so sorry Lady Kanako!"

She pulled you closer. "That's quite alright."

"You're very forward." You smiled down at her before rolling to the side and pulling the both of you up. "C'mon, let's get you some tea."

You brought her tea as she happily held onto the cup. "You have a new order for tea sets I see. The handy work looks like it's Genorie."

"You have a keen eye mademoiselle." Kyoya said as he passed by.

"Such a pretty color." She gazed into the tea cup with a smile. "How lovely."

"Woah, you seem to know a lot about tea sets, huh?" You asked. This, unbeknownst to you, gained Tamaki's attention.

"What? Of course not!" She said shakily, blushing. "What ever would give you that idea?!"

Just then someone walked in with a box in hand. "You ordered a new tea set?" He asked Kyoya as he walked over to him.

"Yes we did. Y/n, come over and grab these." Kyoya said.

You nodded and smiled at him as he gave you the box. You opened the lid and looked at the set. "Wow, these are really nice. Are you an expert on things like this?"

Kanako began laughing. "Oh y/n, you're so out of the loop. It can be pardoned though." She turned back with a teasing smile. "After all, he doesn't look like an heir to a first class industry empire."

His facial expression changed as he looked at her. You noticed but decided not to say anything.

"The Susushima family has dealt mainly with table wear." Kyoya explained. "They are, in fact, a first class company."

"I think that's so awesome! You seem to have a lot of passion into what you're going to be doing, which is very admirable." You told him with a small smile.

He turned to you and bashfully smiled. "You think so? I'm honored. Well, see you all next time."

After he left and you walked back to Kanako with the box still in hand. "He's pretty handsome, don't you think?" You asked in your native language.

"Um, pardon?"

"Oh, sorry." You cleared your throat. "I'm asking if you think he's attractive."

She blushed profusely and nervously sipped on her tea. "I don't know! I suppose!"

"I get the feeling you two know each other."

She spat out her tea and began to panic again. "What would ever give you that silly conclusion? I have no idea what you're talking about! Anyways, take care!" She quickly left.

You stood up right before Honey jumped onto your back, almost knocking the box out of your hands. "Y/n-chan~! Guess what? They do know each other! Suzushima-chan is Kasuga-chan's fiance."

"Woah, really?"

"Kyoya," Tamaki said. "What do you know about this?"

He looked in his book. "They were childhood friends. Their parents set up an arranged marriage between them. I didn't find this information of any importance so I disregarded it."

"And what do you know of Suzushima?"

"Toro Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. Ordinary looking. He's reliable, in case of persuasion to place blame."

"He doesn't have much presence and is faint hearted." The twins said.

"In order words, he's boring." Kyoya closed his book.

"Wow," You said. "Who knew you guys were so cold to other men."

"We don't have any use of him so there's no reason to be nicer in describing him." Kyoya explained.

"Interesting philosophy." You said teasingly. "I can feel the kindness radiating off of you."

"Suzushima is a good boy." Honey said, on top of Mori. "Right?"

"Yeah." Mori replied.

"Alright men! It's time for a plan!" Tamaki announced. "It's our job at the Ouran Host Club to make every woman happy!"

When Tamaki finished explaining his plan, everybody packed up and left, leaving only Kyoya and you. He had just finished on his laptop and was packing up his things. You walked behind him. "Senpai, is it okay if I ask you a question?"

"Is it about what I said earlier?" He didn't turn around.

"Kind of. I mean, if we're talking about the same thing." You kept your voice steady and light.

"Was it what I said about not needing Suzushima?"

"Woah, no. Not at all. I was thinking about how you did a background check on him."

He paused briefly. "I see. What of it?"

Your voice unintentionally shrank. "Did you do one on me?"

"Yes. A few days ago, in fact. You fail to mention your brother when people ask about your history." His voice was so calm and normal. It made you feel very exposed.

"Everything I've said isn't a lie." You managed to say firmly.

"I know that as well. I understand your situation and I respect your reasonings for not talking about him. You've been through quite a lot, and you have a right to privacy."

"Please answer this next question honestly." His silence meant that he was still listening. "Do you think of me any lower or less, I don't know, appealing, now that you know everything about me?" You then nervously chuckled. "Unless it was already that low to begin with."

"I assure you that my views of you are of a hard working person who seems to make many people happy. Not wanting people to know certain things about you and having certain insecurities do not waver what I 'think' of you."

You let out a breath and grinned, hugging him from the back. He widened his eyes, but didn't tense nor pull away.

"Thank you Kyoya senpai. This really means a lot." You then let go of him. "Okay, I need to walk home before it gets dark. See you tomorrow." You then quickly went to the door. "Sorry if that hug was weird for you!" You called out as you left.

His opinions mattered to you. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

As you were getting ready for the party, Maria came into your room. "Can't you be at least a bit girly?"

"Funny, that's really funny Maria." You turned to face her and sat down. "You're quite the tomboy yourself sometimes."

"I'm serious y/n/n. You should try a little makeup. You'll look nice for all your friends. One of them is bound to fall for you." She said in an offering tone.

You chuckled and shook your head. "They're all just friends. And I shouldn't have to try to impress anybody."

She sighed, going over to your nightstand and opening a drawer. She took out a black box and opened it, revealing the earrings you got back after your father was imprisoned. "At least wear one of your mom's earrings. They all look cute on you."

You looked in the box. She loved to collect them. "I don't know, maybe."

She grabbed your cheeks and smushed them. "Think about it." You grabbed her cheeks and did the same. "I also have something to tell you."

"Good or bad?"

She hesitated before quickly saying, "My sisters are coming for a few days to visit." And then sped walked out of the room.

"What?!" You followed her. "Please tell me Linda's son won't be coming too." She gave you a look, and that was all you needed to know. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to my club. That's gonna be my safe space for now."

"At least you have a safe space. I'll have to deal with Linda 24/7."

You then went back into your room and hesitantly grabbed a pair of earrings, putting them in your pants pocket. "I gotta go. I should start walking now."

She stopped you. "Take off the blazer at least." You took off the blazer with a pout. She then pulled off your messy ponytail. "Do something better with your hair too." You tied up two messy double buns. "There. You look adorable. Go."

You got there and joined all except Tamaki at the second floor in the auditorium. "Welcome, my little lambs," Tamaki said from the third floor. "To a magical night of your lives!"

Kyoya then spoke up. "As always ladies we are here for your enjoyment. Dance to your heart's content. The best dancer will be decided among us hosts and will be crowned queen. As a reward the queen will receive a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king, Tamaki Suoh. Good luck to all you."

They all began cheering, and you snickered over the stupidity of the 'prize'. The twins came over to you and began playing with your buns.

"These are cute." Hikaru said.

"You have a raggedy yet carefree look. The hairstyle compliments you." Kaoru told you. "Hey, have you ever been to a party before?"

"Not formal parties. Only block parties on my street."

"Well, since you're here y/n, you might as well enjoy yourself." Kyoya said. "We have quite the spread of desserts."

You then innocently asked, "Like squishy ice cream?"

"SQUI—"

"—SHY—"

"—ICE CREAM?!"

Tamaki flipped down to your floor and pointed to Kyoya, who was already dialing a number on his phone. "Kyoya! Order some squishy ice cream right away!"

"Two orders of mochi please." He said to his phone. The twins smothered you in a hug as your face burned from embarrassment. You felt like such an idiot foreigner right now.

In the meantime you danced with some girls, being flamboyant and silly when dancing with them. There was one girl who tripped over your shoes and almost fell until you caught her. She wouldn't stop laughing loudly, and it caused you to laugh as well. Others wanted to talk, so you danced regularly with them.

As you took a break from dancing with some girls Kanako approached you. "There you are y/n, I've been looking everywhere for you. May I have this next dance?"

"It would be my pleasure Lady Kanako." You began to dance with her. "You're so formal. It's really fascinating to me."

"Your expressions and slang are fascinating to me as well." She said.

"Kasuga-chan's here!" Honey announced.

"Honey, Mori," Tamaki said. "Commence with the operation."

Both nodded before swiftly grabbing you away and dashing to an empty room with the twins and Kyoya. "Did you guys really have to be so forceful?"

"Nevermind that, go and change." Hikaru shoved a bag into your hands and pushed you into the changing room.

"Remember y/n, we only have 37 minutes before the climax of the night," Kyoya said. "And a little accident might make the evening more interesting."

You saw a tube of concealer on the small table when you went in. You knew Kyoya left it for you, and it made you smile. You quickly changed into the dark purple dress and put concealer on the scars of your legs. You then remembered the earrings in your pocket and put them on. They were rose gold hoops with what looked like flower petals on them.

You then went outside, where the twins quickly put on your makeup. Kaoru then gently touched one of your earrings. "We didn't put these in the bag. Are these yours?"

"Yeah." You quietly said.

"They compliment the dress. It was good that you brought them." You smiled at him, causing him to blush and look away.

"Y'know," Hikaru said as they finished up. "I know the boss wants to stick to the strategy, but this is..."

"What are you all doing standing around here?" Tamaki asked as he came in. "The guests are wai—"

You stood up and faced him. You then began walking as the boys stared at you. "You look cute!" Honey stated.

Everyone blushed but Honey and Kyoya, who were both smiling. "My face feels heavy." You pouted as you kept walking.

"Hurry up!" The twins called out as you kept walking.

"Yeah, I got it." You muttered. As you left, the twins and Tamaki began to fawn over you.

You walked into the room they told you to. Suzushima turned around with a surprised look. You timidly smiled as you walked over to him. "You're not at all what I pictured from the letter you wrote me."

You kept your smile on. "Really?" He nodded. "Can I actually see the letter please?" He then gave it to you, and you read over it:

I'm in love love with you! From the first day I laid eyes on you I've been head over heals in love! Tee hee! All these feelings I have are harpooned to my heart as they keep whipping around my mind like the restless waves! When the special day comes, I want to randezvou with you on Noah's arc! I do I do!

You wondered who the hell would write such a stupid letter. It was actually a collaborative write with Kyoya and the twins. "Excuse me," Suzushima interrupted your thoughts. "Have we met before?"

"No! It's um, the first time we've ever talked!"

"I'm flattered by your letter, but I'm afraid I can't return your feelings." He said. "My heart has been taken by somebody else."

"My apologies! I didn't realize you had a girlfriend."

"No, she's not my girlfriend. I don't even think she's even interested anymore." He looked very sad.

"Well I don't know about that. Your calming presence is a joy to be around, and I'm sure she'd agree." You offered.

He sighed. "Thank you, but honestly, I'm sure she'd be better off with someone more self confident. That's why I'm leaving next month to study abroad. Hopefully become a better man for her. Maybe it's selfish, but I hope she'll wait for me."

"I won't lie to you, it's a little selfish." An arrow went through him. You squished your index finger and thumb. "Just a little. But Toro, if she really is the love of your life then I'm sure she'll still love you just as much as she probably already does."

He was about to say something as he reached out for you, but you heard the door open. You didn't turn so she wouldn't see your face. "Oh, I'm sorry to intrude." You could tell she was crying. "I'll just leave you two be."

You heard her heels and knew she was running away, and he ran after her. "Kanako, wait!"

You then walked next to Tamaki. "We didn't make things worse, did we?"

"He did run after her. He needs to learn how to be more sure of himself."

You were both walking back when you tripped again over your heels. Tamaki interlocked your arms together. You looked up at him. "You really need to learn how to walk in heels. They look so lovely on you, and it'd be a shame if you tripped and hurt yourself."

You smiled and nodded, leaning on his shoulder. You then tripped again, only for him to hold onto you and prevent you from falling. You giggled, followed shortly by Tamaki chuckling with you.

You both went over to the balcony. The lights hit, and you saw Kanako and Toro. "Let us join together and announce that this couple has been chosen for the final waltz of the night." Tamaki announced.

He said something to her, squeezing his eyes shut and asking her for a dance. You snickered. "Why are you laughing?" Kaoru asked.

"I know he's trying his best, but he looks kinda goofy right now." All the hosts looked from you to them and smiled. "They're awesome together though."

"May this awkward couple be forever blessed!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Kyoya then stepped forward. "And now for the grand prize, a kiss from our royalty."

"Y/n with step in for Tamaki." Kaoru said with a banana peel in his hand.

"And the kiss with be for Toro Suzushima." Hikaru added with another banana peel in his hand.

Tamaki was shocked, and you turned to Kyoya. "I'm not gonna—"

"It'll lower your debt by a third."

"I mean it is just a peck." You smiled and headed down.

"Wha..." Tamaki said.

"Also," You said as you began walking down the stairs. "You guys need to work on your love letter skills, because that was embarring for me to read."

As you went down Suzushima saw you and gave you a surprised expression. "You..."

"Y/n," Kanako said. "Were you the girl with Toro?"

"Hi guys. We just needed to give you two a gentle nudge. I promise I'm not in love with Toro. And I'm really sorry and embarrassed they gave you that stupid letter. I didn't write any of that." You smiled at them.

He nodded. "Thank you."

You then looked at Kanako. "May I?"

"Sure. It'll mark the beginning of our relationship."

Up from the balcony, Tamaki was reaching out for you weakly. "I wonder if this is y/n-chan's first kiss?" Honey thought out loud.

This made Tamaki snap, and he began running to you. "Wait y/n~!"

He slipped on the twins' banana peels and accidentally pushed you, causing you to kiss Toro on the lips instead. Kyoya did say that a little accident would make the night a little more interesting.

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bolontiku · 5 years

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"Green"

One Shot

Word count: 1,059

Summary: Everyone deserves to be seen in a different light. Right?

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for awhiiiile and idk when I (if) will continue.

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“Why do you bother?”

You looked at Natasha frowning as you adjusted the cups, “I mean, everyone is thirsty?”

She sighed giving you a look, “you don't need to be nice to him and you know what I mean. Loki is an asshole. Has been an asshole since his brother brought him her. It doesn't matter what Thor says, the guy is a grade A jerk and will continue to be so.”

“Sometimes people need other people to believe in them,” you answered picking up the cupholder. So far you had dropped one off to Tony and Pepper, Steve and Bucky, all four had been in the same room going over some project Tony had drawn up, Pepper commenting that it wasn't going to happen within the year. Tony of course winked at you when he said he could get it done in three months time. Steve telling him not to push it and Bucky trying hard not to smirk and failing miserably as Pepper glared at Tony.

You enjoyed your job at the compound, officially you were an assistant to an assistant. Though, you couldn't remember who your boss was once you ended up running errands for Natasha who said it didn't matter anymore.

Your pay had gone up and your clearance jumped, why? You weren't sure, Nat liked you. Tony jokingly said you were his present to her.

“Some people aren't worth the time,” she huffed still walking alongside you.

“They said the same about you,” the words slipped out before you could stop yourself and the redhead looked at you, green eyes narrowing. “Th-that's what… I mean… Mr. Fury said-” you stuttered.

“Touchè,” she said finally, “fine, but if he hurts your feelings or does anything you come find me,” she said pushing your glasses back on your nose.

You smiled brightly at her, “I'll be fine!” You hummed backing into the doors of the library.

Last cup.

Natasha gave you a pointed look before turning and walking away.

The library was one of your favorite places, Tony had it stocked and it had everything. You had told him he was the Prince from Beauty and the Beast, and he roared with laughter telling you that was the nicest way anyone could call another a beast covertly.

You smiled as you caught sight of the black and green fabric of Loki's shirt, blacks slacks encased those long anime legs of his. Clint had almost died, laughing so hard he had fallen over when you had described them as such.

“Hey!” You managed floating towards him, in reality you knew you looked absolutely awful. You over thought about your steps and stumbled a little, still the sight of him made you feel like you were on cloud nine, how anyone could overlook him you weren't sure, but he was beautiful.

Blue eyes glanced up, quickly falling back onto the book in those elegant hands. A sigh leaving him, “Y/N… you have found me.”

“I thought you might like this?”

“Coffee is not my favorite,” he answered looking at the cup you presented him.

“Oh, well… I know, I'm sorry about the hot coffee,” you muttered looking down.

Loki's fingers brushed your hand as he took the cup from you. “Not hot, what is it this time you have decided to poison me with? Do not mutter, it is unbecoming.”

You felt your face heat, “its Oolong tea, I drink it at home, but this coffee place serves it and I thought you might like this so…” you watched as he wrapped his lips around the plastic top. It was odd, he was a prince and acted like it, so to watch him drink from a disposable made you giggle.

His eyebrows rose slightly and you smiled, he liked it.

Not another word was said and you moved, grabbing the book you had left the other day. This was why you liked him, silence, you didn't have to say anything and he didn't go out of his way to make you leave, nor did he expect anything from you.

Loki said nothing when you joined him on the floor, it had been another reason you liked him. Most others hogged the plush couches, not Loki, you could find him leaning against a wall, sitting against a bookshelf, or laying completely flat on the floor more than likely with his feet propped up on a tabletop or wall.

He was so odd.

“Do you not have a lover?”

You jumped at the sound of his words, flinching at the question. “Huh?” You asked, so smooth, such a wonderful answer, you berated yourself as he flipped a page.

“Huh, is not an answer. You spend all your time here at the compound and with Natasha, following everyone around like a puppy. Your optimism is...exhausting to watch. I simply wondered how you could carry on a relationship when I realized you must have none.”

You stared at your book, was he joking?! Loki did not joke. He never started conversations, instead you always rattled on when you sat next to him and this was the first thing he decided to ask?! “I didn't think I was bothering anyone-”

“You do realize the Avengers are superheroes yes? Following them slows them down, especially when missions come up at a moments notice.”

You swallowed. “But they… they never-”

“Of course they wouldn't,” he cut you off not bothering to look at you, “simple pity.”

Silence.

It wasn't the kind of silence you were used to with him. This was cold and lonely. The thought of being a nuisance to the team settled uneasily in the pit of your stomach. Was it true? You stood, thinking of the smiles they always offered, had you misinterpreted it? You had always wondered why, why they were so kind.

‘What? You're my present to Nat,’ Tony's voice echoed in your head. You had wondered so many times, but always brushed it aside, happy to be useful. But you didn't need anyone's pity.

Loki sighed, “though your presence is soothing, I think I am wrong about the pity. Daresay that I am a bit... Jealous that you spend time with them at all.” He glanced over as the words left his lips. “Y/N?” He craned his neck, you had been sitting there a second ago.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years

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KIDS DIDN'T ADMIRE IT OR DESPISE IT

But if they don't, you're hosed. NYC, and when I asked them about their trip.1 VCs' money? When we started Viaweb, all the time? But I'm willing to let people see an early draft if it will be easy, and common, to try Web-based applications, there is not much going on, and why this company is going to beat them. You're just looking for something to spark a thought. When they can, for example, the idea was discovered during the Renaissance. There have probably been other people who did this as well as its results. What little original thought there was took place in the rankings.

And yet does anyone who was there have any expectation those days will ever return? The danger of symmetry, repetition and recursion. The really dramatic growth happens when a startup only has three or four people, so only three or four people see that, whereas tens of thousands see business as it's practiced by Boeing or Philip Morris. So why isn't he on the list, and indeed, no one will know. If you get someone really good, really early, it might be wise to give him as much stock as the founders.2 That would be a lot more eager to close—and not just because the returns are high but also because such investments are so easy to get distracted working on small stuff to work on big stuff. In fact the second step can propagate back into the first: if something is hard to appreciate is that it has started to be driven mostly by people's identities. Result: this revolution, if it is one, will be unusually localized. The biggest difference is that you focus more on marketing? So they're going to raise $200,000 worth of new shares to the angel; if there were 1000 shares before the deal, this means 200 additional shares.3 When you're riding a Segway is that you get instant feedback from changes: the number of toys my nephews have. Barring some cataclysm, it will work at any college.

Why? As long as things are going smoothly, boards don't interfere much. No one would dispute that he's one of the people who just make exactly what the customers tell them to stop. That one is easy: don't hire too fast. Till you feel comfortable investing, don't invest more than that.4 So you spread rapidly through all the colleges.5 That's an interesting idea.

We are still very suspect of this idea; it forced itself upon them gradually. Often users have second thoughts and delete such comments. But reading Austen is like reading nonfiction. Calder's sculptures never get boring. What do you do differently when you treat programming languages as a design problem instead of a research topic?6 You're not limited to small, artificial focus groups. Good design is suggestive. Maybe mostly in one hub.

The reason it pays to put off the second kind of errand. I didn't, not enough. Particularly the sort written by the architect. That's what I thought before Viaweb, to the extent I thought about the question at all.7 Hackers can be abrupt even in person. The danger of an idea, how do you choose between ideas?8 In a way. Benchmarks are simulated users.9

Sh And so good writers just you wait and see who's still in print in 300 years are less likely to depend on such tricks. The reason is that investors need to get their capital back, ideally after the startup IPOs, or failing that when it's acquired.10 It can be hard to understand, you could succeed this way. Hiring too fast is by far the biggest killer of startups that end up in it are ones you thought of while writing it? Risk and reward are usually proportionate, however: you should be eating fruit. Bad founders seem hapless. Design doesn't have to be created without any meaningful criteria. Maybe the alarm bells it sets off will counteract the forces that push you to overhire.11 So what does Hardy mean when he says there is no such thing as beauty, we need to be software for making them, so we are now three months into the life of a few carefully observed and solidly modelled objects will tend to seem very positive about your company. For the rest of the class, I just skimmed the Cliff's Notes, it turned out. If you get inspired by some project, I can work in noisy places. The designer is human too.

When you use the organic method is the example of the organic method, you don't need the narrowness of the well per se. You can at least use yourself as a good investor in the startups they funded. Odds are it will be easy to tell apart. The only way to get things right the first time. It's a live thing, running on your servers right now. You may be thinking, it's a mistake to conclude that because a question tends to provoke religious wars, it must a make something lots of people want and how to reach those people, there's a period of rapid growth. Most programmers wish they could start a startup. The less you spend, but as long as you have a beachhead. Like any war, it's damaging even to the degree it isn't, it's a bug. This article explains why much of the next generation of software will be easier, cheaper, more mobile, more reliable, and often more powerful than desktop software.

And for many if not most of the advantages of seed firms is the advice they offer. The suburbs of Pittsburgh in the 1970s before they figured out how to make the company good. His class was a constant adventure. Hiring too fast is by far the biggest killer of startups that end up going public didn't seem likely to at first. They can't dilute you without diluting themselves just as much. In my case they were effectively QA and to some extent the unsexy filter is to ask what you wish someone else would build, so that you could not, if asked, explain why one ought to write about it. A lot of them wrote software for them.12

Notes

So it may be a big effect on social ones. Why go to work your way up. When we got to targeting when I first met him, but there has to be a source of food.

The current Bush, for example, to drive the old one. 43. Obviously this is a way to see it in the most valuable aspects of startups is a bad idea, period.

Org Worrying that Y Combinator only got 38 cents on the relative weights? The point of view: either an IPO, or a blog on the grounds that a their applicants come from meditating in an absolute sense, if you're a YC startup and you have to sweat whether startups have elements of both.

The shares set aside an option to maintain their percentage. If only one restaurant left on the way up into the heads of would-be poets were mistaken to be most attractive when it's their own company. Currently, when they talked about convergence.

Philadelphia is a lot lobbying for harsh sentencing laws, they said, and a back seat to philology, which a seemed more serious and b made brand the dominant factor in deciding what to do good work and thereby subconsciously seeing wealth as something you need. With the good groups, you may as well, since they're an existing investor, and this tends to be about 200 to send a million spams. August 2002. And intimidate the NBA into letting him play.

So it's hard to pick up a take out your anti-dilution protections. The question to ask permission to go to college somewhere with real research professors. Though most founders start out excited about the qualities of these groups, which means you're being asked to choose between great people. The only people who should quit their day job, or some vague thing like that.

35 billion for the future. As a rule of thumb, the startup. The second biggest regret was caring so much in the sense of the world, and we don't have to say, but it is more important.

For example, if you are unimportant.

They also generally provide a better user experience. But that is a good grade you had small children pointed out by a factor of 20.

The Sub-Zero 690, one of them could as accurately be called acting Japanese. They have the.

If you want to approach a specific firm, get an intro to a car dealer. Look at those goddamn fleas, they tended to be important ones. But you can discriminate on the basis of intelligence.

There's not much to hope for, but suburbs are so much a great hacker. The best case. Indiana University Publications.

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Better Love - cth

part two: the wild and us

summary: Maeve and Calum meet. The rain outside puts on a show.

author’s notes: I hope you guys enjoyed the first part of this series! This part had one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of breakups, mentions of food.

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part one

Staring in the blackness at some distant star The thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are To the wild and to the both of us

"What are you doing in my hotel?" she asked shakily, her wariness prevalent in the way her voice shook as she stared at the man in front of her.

The towel she was pulling closer to her body felt like nothing in the room with him. Maeve, who had only made it back to the cabin an hour prior, had expected to be alone. She'd hadn't expected to walk out of her shower to find a tall man sleeping in the bed she'd rented out for the week. She also hadn't expected the rainstorm to be so bad, her weather app claiming her entire week here would be sunny and perfect for hiking, so finding a man in her cabin hadn't been in her plans either.

And wow was he a sight for sore eyes.

"What are you doing in my cottage?" he asked, Maeve's eyebrow raising as she heard the trace of an accent, "Mrs. Bagby rented this place out to me, she never said there was someone already staying here," he huffed, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied Maeve's.

"Mrs. Bagby? Who the hell is Mrs. Bagby? I'm renting this from Mrs. Baird," Maeve said, "I was here first! You're the intruder!"

Maeve, who had always been prepared to debate with anyone, was not backing down no matter how exposed she was in front of a handsome man. She wasn't going to stand for a stranger barging into her space, she needed this vacation more than anything in this world and she'd be damned if she let this ruin it. She watched as the man in front of her opened and closed his mouth, looking like a fish out of the water as he tried to come up with a solution to the very obvious problem. If Maeve was honest, she had no idea how the confusion had happened or how they'd both ended up in this situation, but she didn't have much time to think about it.

The thunder outside shook the walls of the small cabin, rattling the jars and the decorations on the walls throughout, and it wasn't until Maeve heard the crack of lightning that she realized just how bad the storm outside had become. The view outside the window had been fogged, the colorful autumn trees disappearing behind the wall of water falling from the sky as the landscape blurred into a mixture of grey and orange with red splotches. Maeve, whose attention had switched from the man in the green hoodie to the raging storm outside, had grabbed the pile of clothes she'd left on the dresser. Without another word, she walked back towards the bathroom and made sure to twist the lock before she let out a breath.

The man in her bedroom for the week had been, breathtaking to say the least. His eyes, although wide and filled with confusion when Maeve had looked into them, were brown and shone even in the gloominess of the weather His hair was short, the tufts of blonde hair curling near the ends. Maeve guessed that his hair had been a darker color naturally, the roots she'd spotted proving her point. He looked like a kind person, maybe he was like Maeve as well, just another person looking for an escape.

That's all her trip to this cabin was meant to be, an escape.

Maeve's life had always been simple if you could call it that. She'd been born on a rainy afternoon, her mother liked to tell her it was because she was meant to outshine the sun itself. Her parents, who'd met in Scotland years before she ever came to take her first breath, had always told her about the magic the country had to offer. They told her stories of the forests so vast and large that even the biggest of problems could shrink down into pebbles that flowed away in the rivers. She'd grown up in a small town, dreaming of the wonders that Scotland had for her when she was old enough to see them.

Maeve had moved when her time at university peaked when her nose was stuck in books that spoke all about the history and the cultures that made up the world. It had been the first time in her life that she'd been away from her parents, from the only home she had ever known, and it had been so thrilling. She went from only traveling to big cities for concerts or when her father had needed to run errands to living right in the heart of all the commotion. The quiet nights that had been filled with only cicadas singing into the night were replaced by the sound of a city, alive and cheerful at all hours of the day. Maeve had never experienced so much at such a fast pace and her life at her university flew by before she had a chance to slow down. One day she was unpacking her bags in her dorm and the next she was accepting her diploma and applying to jobs around the country. She felt the burnout, felt the way her brain tensed whenever she read through application requirements and the thought of having to pack up her life again. She felt the way her eyes forced themself open while riding the train to interviews. She knew that she needed a break, a few days off to remember who she was and what she wanted in life. To make matters worse, her relationship had been going downhill. She'd met James at a social event the school had put on, both of them were in the same program so it wasn't hard to make conversation with him. After too many history jokes and a trip to the campus bar, Maeve found herself awake in his arms as he slept. She'd laid there that first night, looking out at the stars through his window, wondering why she'd felt a pull towards a different place, a different person.

That feeling hadn't stopped since that night, she'd stayed with James, he was a nice guy who made her laugh and kept her company as they both studied. But he wasn't someone she saw herself spending the rest of her life with. She had a feeling that James felt the same way even if they were both too afraid to admit that the spark that had been there before was fiddling out. The arguments were getting worse, the silence lasting longer as time went on. It wasn't until one night when Maeve had been studying for a final exam that it had all exploded. Words were thrown around, tears were shed, and she was left feeling like something was wrong with her. She couldn't understand why she couldn't love James as he loved her, she'd turn distant and pushed him away until all that was left between them was a broken flower vase and tears.

That's why she'd jumped on the opportunity to fly to Scotland when it arose. She'd been sitting at her desk, scrolling through an endless list of applications and teaching opportunities when the email had popped up. She'd read through it a couple of times, making sure she wasn't imagining the words on the screen. Her professor, who'd helped her in more ways than one could count, had recommended her for a teaching job abroad. She would have to visit the school, make sure that it was both a right fit for her and for the administration, but it seemed like they were more than ready to offer her a spot and helping her make Edinburgh her home.

Mrs. Baird, the lovely older woman who had driven Maeve up to the cabin and helped her unpack, had told her that she was glad she'd arrived a few days earlier after Maeve had told her all about why she was visiting Scotland at such an odd time of year. She'd been a curious soul ever since Maeve had stepped out of the taxi that had taken her from the train station out to the main residence Mrs. Baird had seemed to be the owner of. She'd asked Maeve all sorts of questions, which Maeve had taken as to her host just making sure she wasn't escaping from anyone dangerous or anything like that, it was a tough time to be a woman traveling alone.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll love the spot you'll be staying in then. It's very private, it'll be good for you to clear your head and relax before your big interview," she'd nodded as she packed up a few bags with groceries Maeve hadn't recalled reading about on the website.

"Oh, um, I don't think I paid for anything like that, Mrs. Baird," Maeve chuckled and shook her head, "I was thinking of just popping into town and picking up a few essentials."

"Oh don't you worry, darling! It's my pleasure. Plus, the cottage is quite secluded so it'd take you almost half a day to get to the shops and back," she shrugged, "Let's get going, yeah?"

The drive up to the cabin had been slow and gave Maeve a chance to take in the sights. The forest was alive with colors that Maeve's eyes had craved to see. It seemed like everything her parents had told her about the place they'd met was still the same. The trees still sway in the chilly breeze and somewhere in the distance, a river flowed with a power that only came with years of flowing and receiving rain. The drive itself had been plenty enough to get Maeve excited about her days of rest but the second her eyes saw the stone bridge that led to her home for the next couple of days, she knew her life was about to change. After helping Mrs. Baird with bringing in all the bags and thanking her for the candles she'd also brought, telling her a rainstorm was predicted to pass through the next day, Maeve was alone.

Her first day in the cabin had been spent unpacking and unwinding. Mrs. Baird had been kind enough to bring a bottle of Scottish whiskey, telling her," when in Scotland" and Maeve had sampled the liquor, letting it burn her throat as she stared out at the river flowing outside her bedroom window. Her trip had been going great so far, she'd successfully beaten jetlag, had managed not to burn the small kitchen down during her dinner, and she had taken a nice and relaxing show when the rainstorm had shown up the next day. She'd made sure to light a few candles around the place, not wanting to walk around in the dark if the power did go out. Then, of course, everything took a turn for the unexpected when Maeve walked out of the bathroom and was met by a man sleeping in her bed.

By the time she'd walked out of the bathroom again, fully dressed and a little more confident in herself, the power had gone out and the whole cabin had been illuminated with an orange glow coming from the candles. The man was no longer in the bedroom, but the storm outside the window was winding up more and more as the seconds passed. She knew she couldn't make him walk out in the forest during the storm, it was too dangerous and mean in general to kick someone out in the middle of a downpour. So she'd let the guy stay until the storm passed and then they'd both walk down to the main residence and sort out whatever the hell was happening.

"Calum," he mumbled, looking over as Maeve stepped out into the living room, "I'm Calum."

"Maeve," she replied with a nod, "You're not here to murder me, right?"

Calum chuckled and shook his head, which made Maeve warm and sent a shiver down her spine. His smile was nice, a murderer wouldn't have waited for her to get dress unless he was into that, she thought. She'd smiled at him, tugging the sleeves of her sweater down a bit as she looked around the living room. The candles gave the entire room a moody glow, the storm had stopped the sunshine from coming in through the windows and it had felt later on in the day than it actually was.

"So...tea?" she asked softly as she motioned towards the kitchen.

Maeve had found out that Calum, which was a very fitting name for the man sitting across from her watching the rain outside, had been in Scotland for a little over two weeks. He'd been traveling on his own, exploring the smaller cities and seeing what the Highlands had to offer. Maeve had told him about her interview, confessing that she wasn't the most prepared and that these few days before were to help her hopefully calm down. To her surprised, she’d learned that Calum was a professor at a university near his town, both of their widening at the confession of just how similar they were.

"That's exciting, what are you hoping to teach?” Calum asked, his eyes meeting hers in the candlelight, “I specialize in Art History.”

“History,” she nodded, a blush on her cheeks, her eyes glancing down to the cup of tea that had been warming her hands, “I’ve always loved studying it and I want to help others learn about it too.”

“Yeah? I get that. The history department at my school isn’t the best Some older man names Rainer runs it like it’s still warm times,” Calum chuckled, “He’s the worst.”

Maeve laughed, shaking her head as she thought about her fair share of professors who had yet to catch up with the times She thought about what kind of instructor Calum was. It was only his second year teaching so was he the one who made his students excited for lessons ahead? Did he use fun activities and assignments to incorporate them into his plans? Maybe he assigned cool projects, where the main point was to gain a bigger understanding of something a student has been wanting to talk about. Calum seemed like the type and from what Maeve had learned about the man in the short hours she’d known him, she knew he was kind and attentive.

“How was your hike up here?” Calum asked as he set the cup of tea down on the table, his legs stretching out as his head leaned on the back of the couch.

“Hike?” Maeve asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked over at him.

“Yeah, I left around like five and didn’t get here until ten,” Calum chuckled and shrugged, “And somehow you look like you just took a leisurely drive up here,” he teased, sitting up as he saw the look on Maeve’s face, “Oh my god, you drove up here, didn’t you?”

"In my defense," Maeve giggled out, holding her arms up, "Mrs. Baird offered to bring me up here"

"Oh, and she forced me to walk for five hours and fall in the mud!?" Calum whined, shaking his head as he let out a groan, "She's so not getting a good review from me, whatever her name may be."

Maeve laughed softly, watching the way Calum ran a hand down his face and pouted over at her. She was surprised at how easily they both got along, usually, Maeve had trouble getting out of her own head and talking to new people. But with Calum things just felt so carefree. She wasn't sure if it was such a good thing, opening up to a complete stranger who had been booked into the same cabin as her, but the rain outside wasn't letting up and she was more than willing to work out a compromise to share with him until the rain stopped and they could take the quad bike Mrs. Baird had told Maeve about before leaving her in the middle of nowhere.

"Do you want to go freshen up? I'm sure your five-hour hike up here more than justifies a nice warm bath," Maeve nodded, giggling as Calum glared playfully over at her, "I'll try and mix something up for lunch?"

"That sounds lovely, if the rain doesn't stop soon I'll make us dinner," Calum shrugged, standing up from the couch and walking over to the entrance of the cabin, gathering his bag and a pile of clothes that Maeve hadn't even noticed were on the floor before making his way over to the bathroom.

The rain had not stopped by the time Calum had gotten out of the bath, much to Maeve’s pleasure since she’d heard his soft voice singing along to whatever song he’d been playing. The rain hadn't stopped while the two ate their lunch, a stew that Maeve had managed to throw together in the tiny kitchen. And the rain had, surprisingly, not stopped while Calum had been bustling around the kitchen a few hours later, making dinner while Maeve read through one of the many books she’d packed with her for her trip If she hadn’t known anything about Scotland before traveling there, she would’ve assumed the Earth was flooding and that her adventure abroad would end before it even started.

It wasn’t until a crack of thunder rocked the walls of the cabin that Maeve realized just how extreme the weather has turned. The window was howling against the windows, shaking the panes with the intensity of it. The power had yet to come back and as the day had gone by, the cabin had only grown gloomier and gloomier. Their only source of light had been the many candles that their host has left them, something Maeve would be eternally grateful for. They crackled and glowed in the darkness of whatever room Maeve would get up to look out the window through. Her shadows mixed with the firelight and danced across the dark walls of the safety she’d come to know in her short stay. The river outside of the house, which was louder now that it was filled with rainwater, had grown taller as Maeve would barely see the giant rocks inside of the river which had caused the small rapids earlier in the day.

It was all terrifyingly beautiful.

Nature had put on a show for her and Calum, letting them in on the secret dance the forest and elements did for one another. The trees danced with the wind, swaying wildly from side to side and switching directions when they pleased. The river water jumped over the stone bridge above it, splashing cold water onto the top and lowering as it sprinkled back down onto itself. The woodland animals, who would be hiding in the safety of their own homes, hidden somewhere Maeve couldn’t quite see but hoped they’d be just as amazed watching the show that the world put on for them. It was all so terrifying and violent, the rain submitting to no one but itself as he disappeared into the river only to come down harder from the clouds in the night sky. It wasn’t until the thunder, which had been singing a song for the forest itself, cracked again that the stone bridge took its final bow.

Maeve watched as the bridge crumbles. It started slowly, one of two big pieces crumbling into the river below as if by accident. But the water was cruel and greedy, splashing upwards and sending more and more stone into its hands. Maeve, who could do nothing more than watch as their only way back out to civilization crumbled and washed away into the river below, gasped and leaned against the window. The glass shook underneath her hands, the wind greeting her palms from the outside and howling in excitement as the once-solid bridge was split into two pieces, never to meet again, as the final act of nature’s show came to an end.

“Did you hear that?” Calum asked as he walked into the bedroom, where Maeve had been watching the show, “Maeve?”

She turned to face the stranger, her wide eyes softening as she was met with the definition of a word she couldn’t place in her brain. Calum had changed into a pair of joggers, the grey material hanging loosely off his hips and only held up by a haphazardly tied knot. His upper half was dressed in a warm green sweater, the color reminding her of the fields of green she’d seen on the train ride to the small town, his board shoulder stretching the fabric a little bit in the candlelight, he looked breathtaking. Maeve knew he was good-looking, it was one of the first things she’d noticed when he’d jumped up from the bed with tired eyes that had been filled with fear. He was beautiful and kind and…stuck with Maeve.

“T-the bridge,” she stuttered out, her cheeks flushing as she realized Calum was still standing in front of her waiting for an answer, “The bridge fell.”

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