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charliemwrites · 3 months

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Mafia!au part 5!

A bit of fluff, a bit of drama, a bit of Soap!

Content: Attempted Gaslighting, Violence

“Gooood morning, sir!” you sing as you sweep into Mr. Price’s office. “And happy birthday!”

His head shoots up from whatever he was brooding over, brows arched high in genuine shock. Surprise is a good look on him.

“How the bloody hell did you know it’s my birthday?” he demands, sitting back in his chair.

You beam, sauntering right up to his desk. His eyes flick to the round white box balanced on top of your tablet. Nothing big, a little something you baked at home after a couple dissatisfying trials.

“It’s my job to know,” you reply easily.

He blinks– a habit you flatter yourself thinking he might have picked up from you. “What else do you know about me?”

You tilt your head at him, a smug curve to your lips.

“Just the basics. Your full name and birthday,” you demure. Hold up your free hand and start rattling off on your fingers. “Height, allergies, tea preference, pastry preference, blood type, drink of choice…”

You set the box in front of him and resettle your tablet in the crook of your arm. He stares at you for a beat, expression bleached from surprise to outright shock. You spin your stylus around your fingers.

“Which is why I made you a marble cake with whiskey instead of rum.”

His eyes lock onto the unassuming white box. It’s not a big cake by any means, about six inches in diameter and only one layer. Just a small something for Price to have for himself. God knows the rest of the boys (and Farah) get enough treats from you as it is.

“You made this?” he asks, leaning a bit forward.

“Yessir,” you declare, “and I’m pretty good at it too. Perks of stress baking.”

He runs a hand down his face, as if his beard got ruffled. “Christ, you need a raise.”

“Yes. Anyway – I’ll get you a plate after I’m done,” you say, swatting at his curious hand. He huffs but sits back to give you his full attention. You smile in reward and begin reciting his schedule for the day.

He listens, only interrupting when he needs clarification on little details. You try not to be too endeared by the way his eyes occasionally flick to the covered cake. When you finish, you twitch your nose at him knowingly.

“I’ll get you a plate before I get started on that expense summary,” you say, turning on your heel.

You hum in surprise when a large, calloused hand catches your wrist. It’s not the hand of a businessman, you think, but a man used to work. A man who does the hard things for himself. Before meeting John Price, you would have scoffed at the thought of a rich man knowing labor. Price though… well, he’s been proving to be a welcome exception since the very start.

“Thank you for this, love,” he says, voice hitting that tone and pitch that makes your insides squirm. He caresses his thumb over the tender skin before releasing you. “Really.”

You can already feel the blush climbing up the back of your neck, over your ears, creeping onto your cheeks. Can’t ever catch a break with him.

“Well, don’t thank me ‘til you’ve tried it,” you try to deflect.

“Weren’t you the one saying you’re decent at baking.”

“Yeah, well… maybe I poisoned you or something – for that time you closed my skirt in the door.”

He sputters a bit. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling at the indignance on his face. Such a handsome, almost regal man. You love to rile him up.

“I apologized. Profusely.”

And offered to buy you a new skirt entirely. The way you’d shrieked that that was not an appropriate response made Soap choke with laughter as people stared.

“Yeah, well, I hold a grudge,” you reply, shrugging.

It’s true, but not about things like that. Graves and his assistant? Oh, that’s practically a blood feud at this point. A silly little accident where your boss left a crease in your fourth favorite skirt? That’s not even something to forgive him for, but you sure as hell will never forget. Especially when he still seems mildly sheepish about it.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” he grumbles. You’re not sure if he’s talking about grudges or poisoning, but the dramatics finally make you laugh.

“But I could be the last,” you call over your shoulder as you flounce out.

Not for long though, returning with a disposable fork from the breakroom. There’s something amusing to only you about a man in a thousand-pound suit using cheap plastic.

“Come to see me keel over for yourself, then?” he asks.

“Well, I can’t have you getting cake crumbs on the expense reports,” you reason.

He’s already got the lid open. No icing on the cake – you’re shit at decorating, so you chose a recipe without icing. The flavor of the whiskey and sugar should be plenty. To make up for it, you folded a tiny placard and wrote “Happy Birthday, Boss!” in your best loopy cursive.

He takes the fork, fingers brushing yours in the process. You remind yourself not to snatch your hand away like a scandalized Victorian lady. Christ, you really need to get it together.

“Tell me how you like it,” you say, making to leave again.

“Come try it yourself,” he protests.

You pause, give him an amused look. “I didn’t actually poison it, sir. You’ve not done anything that heinous. Yet.”

He snorts, carefully digging out a respectable bite from the edge. “If you see fit to toss a little rat poison in, then I’ll likely having it coming.”

You hum. “Arsenic is more my style. Classic.”

In the corner of the room, Simon makes a little noise you’ve come to recognize as repressed laughter. You shoot him a quick, amused look, before shifting your attention back as Price gestures with the fork.

“Regardless, you should get a little taste of the fruits of your labor,” he offers.

The fruits of your labor, you think with a bit of regret, will be his enjoyment of your baking. You’re not sure when his admiration became your favorite part of the day, but you’re spoiled for positive feedback from your otherwise stern boss.

“You first,” you insist, “it’s your birthday after all.”

He keeps unnerving eye contact as he brings the bite to his mouth, tongue flicking out to catch any spare crumbs. He hums, eyes closing a for a second in enjoyment, before opening and fixating on you again.

“That’s bloody brilliant, love.”

He scoops up another piece, brings it right to your mouth. You hurry to put a hand beneath in case it falls; don’t even think before parting your lips. Sugar and whiskey, chocolate and vanilla, burst across your tongue.

“Oh!” you hum, hiding your mouth while you chew. “That is pretty good.”

It only occurs to you as he takes another bite for himself, a twinkle in his eye, that you just ate after him. Used the same fork like it was nothing, like that’s an acceptable thing to do as his assistant. You’re not squeamish by any means, no. It’s just… it’s gotta be crossing some sort of professional line. You can’t imagine any of your previous bosses ever sharing with you like this.

“Let me tell you, if you did poison it,” he muses, “I wouldn’t mind it being the last thing I ate.”

You roll your eyes, swat lightly at his arm again. “I told you; it’s not poisoned.”

“I know, you just took a bite,” he answers smugly.

You click your tongue at him, playing at exasperated. “I’m going to work now.”

“Ta, love.”

“Oi, li’l miss?”

You glance up at Soap curiously.

(Recognize, in the back of your mind, that it’s a nickname that’s not only spread – thanks, Simon – but that you’re responding to as quickly as your own name now. You should probably feel some type of way about that. Probably righteously annoyed or something. You don’t.)

Soap is standing at your desk, shifting from foot to foot. Uneasy. But the expression on his usually friendly face isn’t nervous. It’s… something else. Something you don’t know how to decipher but makes you sit up a bit straighter, alert.

“What’s up, buttercup?” you ask, voice light.

“There’s some bloke down in the lobby, says he’s got a date with you?” he explains, frowning deeper than you’ve ever seen.

It gets deeper – and angrier – when he sees the blood drain from your face. You push your chair away from your desk to hide the tremble that’s trying to infest your hands.

Absolutely not. This is your place of work, dammit. Where you’re calm and collected, the person anyone can turn to for solutions. You’ve worked so hard to craft this sleek vessel of professional grace and you’re not about to have it sullied like this.

“He does not have a date with me,” you state, keeping your voice flat and tight. “Would you come down with me, please?”

“’Course,” he replies instantly.

You stop by Price’s office, knock twice, then poke your head in when he calls for entry.

“I’ve just got to pop out for a mo’,” you explain, “I’ll be right back!”

He nods and you duck out again before he can notice anything amiss. For a rich bastard, he’s too observant of others. (Especially you.)

“What’s he here fer, then?” Soap asks in the elevator.

You let out an annoyed puff of air. “A reality check, I assume.”

He side-eyes you but doesn’t ask any further before the doors open.

Sure enough, standing in the lobby, is the last man you want to see. Your ex, Brandon.

“There you are, bunny. You’ve been keeping me waiting for—”

“One, do not call me that. It’s inappropriate,” you interrupt, crisp and sharp. “Two, I haven’t been keeping you waiting, because there’s nothing to wait for. Three, get out.”

He rolls his eyes, that smarmy curve to his lips never leaving. You don’t think he’s even noticed Soap just behind you yet.

“Look, I know you’re still in a mood about everything,” he says, “but that’s why I’m taking you out. To smooth things over. Clear the air, and all that.”

“You’re not taking me out,” you repeat. “Get out.”

He crosses his arms, tilting his head in that condescending way you’ve always despised. It sets your teeth on edge, makes you burn with anger.

“This isn’t your building,” he goads, “you can’t kick me out.”

“Might as well be hers, mate,” Soap interjects, “she could kick out the goddamn queen.”

Brandon’s focus shifts to him. You feel a curl of vindictive satisfaction when his expression curdles a bit. Soap may not be a particularly tall man, but he can be intimidating. Built thick and strong, doesn’t bother to conceal his physique at all with his sleeves rolled up his forearms. And you’re not oblivious to his looks either. Soap is a handsome man. A walking ego bruise for a man like your ex.

“Fine,” he huffs, “then come outside so we can talk like adults.”

You click your tongue, fold your hands behind your back to conceal the way your fingers clench into fists. “We did talk like adults. You just failed to listen like one.”

And ohhhh, the petty satisfaction that bubbles through you at the way his teeth click in shock, a flush of embarrassed anger curtaining his face.

“Now, I’ll ask one more time and then my coworker is going to toss you out himself.” Soap chooses that moment to crack his knuckles. “Leave this building. You’re not welcome.”

You drop your arms and turn on your heel, ready to get back to work and compartmentalize this until you’ve got a fuck-off sized glass of wine in front of you.

“Hey, we’re not—”

Even if you did see what happened, you don’t think you could have followed. It happens so fast. One second, Soap’s eyes are on you. Burning with questions and fury on your behalf, checking that you’re okay. The next, he’s darted past you. There’s a scuffle, fancy shoes squeaking on polished floors, a thick, wet pop. Then Brandon is shouting in pain.

You jump, twist to see what the commotion is. Soap’s got a white-knuckled grip on Brandon’s extended wrist – though now it’s bent at an awful angle, you realize he must have been reaching for you. Your skin crawls.

“Away ‘n bile yer heid,” Soap growls, shoving Brandon back roughly.

He doesn’t fall on his ass but it’s a near thing. With the eyes of reception, a few employees, and you on him, he spits a curse at Soap and retreats. You stare after for a moment, lips parted in shock.

“All set, miss?” Soap asks, adjusting his sleeves.

“Um, yeah,” you say. Blink and pull yourself together. “I mean, yes. Let’s head back up before the boss misses us.”

He places a hand on the small of your back on the short walk back. It feels grounding rather than proprietary; you’re grateful for it. He lasts until the doors close before turning to you.

“The hell was that about, lass?”

You sigh, smooth your skirt down for lack of anything else to do. “That was my ex. He wants to… reconcile, I suppose. And he’s quite keen on getting his way.”

Soap mutters a few choice words under his breath. Scottish slang, you suspect. You’ll have to get him to teach you sometime.

“Anyway, thank you for your help,” you continue, eyes on the elevator doors. “I can’t believe he showed up here. I’m so embarrassed.”

“You’ve nothin’ to be embarrassed about, hen,” he protests. “He’s the creeper here.”

You sigh. “I know, I just… you don’t think less of me, do you? That I didn’t… take care of him myself.”

Soap’s expression softens. He draws you into a quick one-armed hug. “You did take care of ‘im, far as I’m concerned. I was just there to enforce. No need to mess up yer pretty nails, aye?”

You smile, small but genuine. “Thanks, again.”

“Anytime, li’l miss.”

The elevator chimes as it reaches the top floor. You turn to Soap just before the doors open.

“Oh, and please don’t tell the boss.”

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natsuyuki-w · 9 months

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Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Idia and Ortho - Sebek and Silver

The dark figure in our dorm's yard was unmistakable, and like in his prior appearances, I jogged to him as soon as I noticed.

- VDC you say? Are you actually trying to invite me to this?- - Why yes...The boys have been working hard, I assure you, it's stunning! And well... As fun, as it is following your "Will-o'-the-wisp", I would like to be around you more. - and then backed - Only if you want to of course! -

Much as his Fae companion, Tsunotarou laughed at my expenses leaving me with my lingering smile and owlish confused eyes. - You really seem to know no fear. - he smiled broadly - Very well. I humbly accept your invitation.- and I smiled back, hoping that he would not just bully me after.

- Will you be going on stage? - - Ah no! I'm their "manager", as Vil likes to call me. - - mmm a shame...- I chuckled flustered - Crowley didn't want to risk other schools finding out I am a girl. You never know what accident can happen. Ha ha ha - - Mm yes I can see that. Lilia told me he discovered it accidentally as well. -

I thought back to each event. Practically everyone was surprised, and I started feeling a little insecure - ...Tsunotaro, you think...Am I perhaps not feminine enough? - And he threw me a weird look - I mean, nobody ever noticed till seeing my... More prominent features. And is not like I'm going so much out of my way to hide it! So you know...- and I scratched the back of my head.

He hummed and smiled beautifully - No, I think you're plenty. - his words without an inch of tease - I think the beauty of your femininity is enhanced by your boyish charm.- ... - Wai..what!? - - I'm looking forward to the day of the show Goodnight Yuu.- *puff* and he left me standing in a blushing mess.

- Tsunotaro thinks I am beautiful...- I sighed dreamily - and he looked happy, I'm glad.-

Trope

A couple of days before the culture fair I made my way to Mr. S's Mystery Shop - Gooood morning Sam! How is it going? - - Hello (Yuu), very well thank you. Radiant as always are you? hahaha. - - Of course! My delivery has arrived yet? - I scanned the shelves. - The pile is right there next to the Grimoire. - he pointed. - You almost caught them this time. -

- Uff... I don't understand why they're so... slippery. They've been so kind to sell all those manga for such a low price. I would really like to thank them face to face no? - - They are elusive indeed. - commented Sam - Sorry, but he begged me multiple times not to say a word. - and winked. He wasn't sorry at all, he just enjoyed seeing my frustration. - Yeah yeah... I'm not here just for those; we need to refill our team. - and I handed him the list of ingredients.

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- Another pile? - Commented Grim. - I know right?- completely missing his point. - And for like 500 Madol??? - - Shopping again Trickster? - I nodded happily to Rook - Have you seen them this time? - - Nah. Again, they ran away immediately. - I climbed the stairs to pose my new collection - And it's... so frustrating? Like sometimes they go for an hour via chat, talking about what I should watch or read, his thoughts and theories... but then they shut down completely "Sry I'm such an otaku lmao bye.'" and avoid me for days. -

- Would you like me to do a little research? - asked the hunter with a sharp smile. -...no...tho, thank you for...the thought. I guess. - I patted his shoulder awkwardly. What I didn't know then was that he already discovered the identity of my seller. - But why give away all those books anyway? - pondered Grim. - Apparently bought a stock of Mangas and he owned already some of the series. They're "sharing the words of those artworks for the greater good". Something like that. -

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On the day of the festival, me and Grim joined the booth check team. Entered the boardgames club exhibit we found a tall boy with long hair like flames sulking in a corner of the class. - Ahh, two hours left until the research presentation...- -... Idia, what are you doing at a place like that? - frowned Riddle. - It's called anxiety. - I mumbled.

- Uwah!!! Riddle master!!! Why are you here? - he jumped. - M-master? - - Fist of steal even outside the dorm eh? - I nudged the redhead on the side. He frowned at me and taking advantage of his distraction I saw the awkward boy nodding profusely. - Are you ready for the research presentation?- turned back the little tyrant. - Y-you don't have to worry. Just wait and see. - responded the other.

I stared for a moment in thought, making him even more fidgety than before - Are you perhaps... Ortho's brother? - - Sigh... *Eh-hem Y-yes. - he exhaled relieved. - 'Knew it I saw somewhere that blue hair! I have to say, after seeing him "draw a sword" defending your honor at the VCD auditions, I was very curious about meeting you. - - I-well-there's n-nothing i-i-interesting aab-b-bout m-me...I CAUGHT THE INTEREST OF A NORMIE IKEMEN????? - he mumbled hiding from my view.

- Riddle Roseharts, Trey Clover, Grim, hello! Of course, I'll always be there for Nii-san, he's a genius, (Yuu) (Wander)! - appeared the brother in question before I could protest the title of normie. - (YUU) (WANDER)??? - Idia jumped back but quickly covered his mouth and his back faced us all for a second time. He sneaked a look from his shoulder, caught my eyes, and the flames on his head turned pink. My companions looked me over questioningly, but seeing my expression just as confused, they searched for answers in his most trusted subject.

*Blank stare.* - W-well...*eh-hem Hi Ortho! I'm sure you speak the truth about your brother, I'm looking forward to hearing the...- - ...(Yuu) (Wander) - interrupted me once more in a softer tone. The four of us stared back and forth at the pair in search of answers.

- But it's great! - suddenly quipped Ortho. - Nii-san don't you understand? Is like in that Shojo where the girl in disguise in the boy academy becomes friends with her crush and...- - W-W-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ORTHO??? - The floating boy started to chant robotically. - (Yuu) (Wander) has sent at 09:45 a.m., Friday 2...- - I KNOW WHO HE IS BUT WHAT GIRL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? - - (Yuu) (Wander), student at Night Raven College, is a non-magical human being. Gender Female, height...-

- Stooop - I interrupted the chaotic theatric playing before our eyes. - 1, How was I unaware of sending messages to...you... - but the teenager was no longer with us, his soul probably left his body, and the now empty shell lay on the ground stiff...- ...and 2, when did you find out about me, Ortho? Being a girl that is. - I got closer to check on the dorm's leader's well-being. Tho, sensing my nearby presence he recovered immediately and ran out in a string of apologies. His hair turned a Barbie pink.

- I... Hope his presentation goes well. The magic, engineering that he specialized in has a lot of interesting articles about modern magic. So let's hope this...predicament hasn't caused too much brain damage. - pondered Riddle. - I'm a bit worried, but I'm sure he is going to recover. - and the little Sheoud turned back to us.

- So... What just happened exactly? - trailed off Grim. - You asked: 1, how were you unaware of sending messages to my brother? Nii-san has been chatting with (Yuu)San under the nickname of "Gloomy Samurai" in the second-hand shopping app: Twyst. - *GASP! I reacted dramatically - He was my generous dealer!!!! - - What was he dealing to you??? - Riddle panicked already picturing me falling into the drug club. - One launched Man, flexible cover edition from 01 to volume 23, Junior High attack, redesigned edition, flexible cover, complete... - - Mangas Riddle, Mangas. - I reassured.

- And for number 2: I scanned and stored your physical information when we met the first time. - he confessed nonchalantly. - That's... Fascinating intimidating. - I commented, eyes wide open. - And what was that Shojo girl in a boy academy... - teased Trey. - Please Ortho, don't answer that.- I flashed the green-haired boy a sharp gaze.

I had the impression Gloomy Samurai would've shut me down completely from this day on, and if before there was little possibility of him wanting to meet up in RL, now... stupid to even take it into consideration. - Say Ortho, what's your brother's favorite food? - If I couldn't thank him with me present physically or digitally, a gift would've sufficed.

Title

- TSUNOTARO????? - Sebek was in a tantrum.

- You too? - I murmured in disbelief once they finished their back and forth - Tsunotaro, can I confirm a suspicion of mine? - he smiled and nodded curious about what was going on in that small brain of mine. - This is just a stretch... But is it perhaps that you are searching gazes different from "Mighty prince" or "Terrifying magic user"? I mean why come to a public school otherwise right? -

His faithful knight threw again insults, but the subject himself stayed quiet. Silence needed to be fulfilled for my brain to function so I rumbled even more, in search of an understandable response from the boy - You know,...People can be so focused on What we are, instead of the Who. I mean I thought of it because I saw in us some similarities...Of course, is totally on a different level and type,...but, you know,... I can see a behavior change when my friends discover I'm a girl. And it's...- - WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??? - Sebek screamed and became a blushing mess.

Silver widened his eyes in realization. - The infirmary, it wasn't a dream...- and pink gradually made its way on his face. I flew a hand on my mouth. - I got lost in my thoughts. - Malleus petted my hair chuckling while Grim clapped his paws with a flat face - It could've gone worse - I enquired to the cat - It could've rained...- I joked nervously.

- NOW EVERYTHING IS CLEAR! You have been luring our master! - screamed Sebek - That's why he has permitted you so much! For sure, under that innocent cute look, you're hiding some secret spell, seducing him you little witch. And grumble, grumble, grumble... - - I would take this as offense honestly - I murmured to the prince. - I would take that as a compliment, cute innocent witch, fufufufu.- he teased.

After recovering from my blush, he was still on fire with his ranting. So I decided to suffocate it with my trashing around - Doll, I'm not stealing your man dah. - - Wha...- As I predicted, his voice died stunned. - Not this again...- groaned Grim recalling the joke Catfights between me and my ginger friend.

- This relationship is completely consensual. - I gestured, and perplexed but very amused Malleus nodded - See? And now, look at ya. - I returned to Sebek - Chasing after him, seeking attention - and with a click of my tongue I concluded - so desperate. - - You... Never stop to surprise me child of man. -

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Earthquake magnitude 6.2 in the Isle of Sages Possible causes: tectonic plates moved by repeated sound waves with abnormal peaks of decibels. Location: Night Raven Collage.

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They say that I'm a witch And that I weave a spell Well, I'll be a son of a I don't know what Well, let me tell you brother I'd rather be burned as a witch than never be burned at all (I'd rather be burned as a witch - Eartha Kitt)

*Eh-hem so... What happened? - inquired Crowley. Both me and Ruggie despite the clear frustration of the headmaster, sat nonchalantly, being confident in our innocence.

I roamed my eyes on one of the topper shelves in the library holding on a ladder to reach them better. - What are you doing up there (Yuu)? - I heard a whisper from the ground. - Oh! Hi Ruggie! Just searching for my way home. What about you? - Maybe I could find some documents about magical transportation or alternative universes. - Ehmm okay(!?) Me? Same usual, Leona's chores. I'm taking some books for him or he'll just forget to do his research. - - Lazy ass... - I snorted reaching for another book. - Leona. That's who he is. *Shshshsh.-

His eyes then darted down. On the topic of asses. - *Eh-hem... Can you lend me a hand? I think I saw one of the books I need up there. - - Oh sure! Which one?- I responded. - There on the third, no no the fourth down,... Yep, A little more on the right...- - This one? - I glanced back. - No no the other one on the left. *Shshshhshs -

Yep, TOTALLY looking at the books.

* SBAM I jumped down. - AARGH DON'T HIT ME! - and neither of us expected the disaster after that.

- That's what you get looking at my boogie! - - YOU WERE TRYING TO THROW THAT BOOK AT ME! I can't believe you chicks! Thinking you have permission to use violence on men, am I right? - - NO I WASN'T! I just jumped down, You scared off yourself and hit the shelf on your own!... And don't deflect!!! You were the one scheming to... -

- SILENCE!!! - Crowley's strong voice covered both of ours. - Ruggie. - he called out sternly. The ears of the hyena were now flat waiting for the worse. - By "chicks" you mean,...girls? - he then trailed his eyes on me with that scary glowing gaze of his. Ruggie thought about it for a while and then smirked. - Yes. I meant girls. - he probably thought the Crow would get too distracted, so he could make a run out of his disaster. - That's quite an interesting predicament (Yuu)... Didn't I warn you to take secrecy? How is that this dear student know?-

- You... Didn't know, headmaster? - I blinked confused. - Know what? - I caught him unprepared. - *ps... What are you doing???- whispered-yelled Ruggie. Sure, he wanted for me to be scolded for HIM knowing, but he didn't expect... - I thought either Azul told you or you had noticed already. - I responded. - Aw. That's nice! It means they really did maintain the secret. - I reached the ahs blonde boy and patted his cheek. - I have such good friends! - - H-hey!It's because there was no advantage in telling anybody.- Embarrassed, he drove my hand away.

- (Yuu).- - Yes? - - EXPLAIN. NOW -

Finished this series!!!! Ruggie was with Silver the less brought up in the "discovery timeline", so I thought it might've been nice to include them a little more with two mini stories (Silver's is in part 3).

Malleus, on the other hand no, he didn't need more timing. But my simping for him did.

I hope you had a fun time with lil old me! Wish you the best, 'till next time! ✨💙

#bookshelf originals #twst section #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twst malleus x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge #idia x reader #sebek x reader #silver x reader #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi

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srslymina · 7 months

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Love, it's Nayeon day!!

Can you write A/B/O dynamic

A!Nayeon getting up with a morning wood, but Y/n not attending it,

So she ends up frustrated and then her friend (twice) calling a party for her and

After the party she gets drunk and Fucks R mercilessly. And even ask

A!MiSaMo to join her! Breading kink!!??

Nayeon day!? I missed it :(

“…Nayeon…” Nayeon groans into the pillow.

“Wake up…Nayeon! Wake up!” You shake Nayeon awake.

“Huh! Wha!-“ Nayeon’s eyes abruptly open as she suddenly sits up.

“Nayeon get up we’re gonna be late for the party!” You kiss Nayeon’s cheek rubbing her back from the shocking way she woke up.

“C’mon alpha, wakey wakey” You sing song, nuzzling into her neck. She tries to wrap her arms around you to pull you into bed but you quickly slap them away.

“Hey!” She pouts.

“Oh don’t hey me, I’m already dressed the party is in about an hour n a half, you always take forever to get ready so get that hot ass out of bed and go shower while I finish my makeup”

Nayeon groans, “Fine!” She ruffles the sheets as she makes her way out of bed, “why is the party so early anyways?”

“It’s four in the afternoon right now, babe”

“Ugh whatever” Nayeon sits on the edge of bed, rubbing her eyes, she looks down only to find her little friend straining against her boxers.

“Babe…” Nayeon mumbles out, palming her bludge, sighing out at the pleasure, she can see you in front of the vanity and your face through the mirror.

“Yes, Alpha?” You say, not looking away from applying your primer.

“I think we might need to get a little sidetracked before the party…” Nayeon smirks. “Would you be a good ‘mega and help your poor alpha out, hmm?” She leans back on one arm using the other to stick her hand under her boxers. But all she’s met with is a towel to the face,

“Better take a cold shower then”

—

Nayeon annoyingly mumbles against her breath as the two of you make it to the front door, it was Sana’s party and she invited all the Twice members over for some fun.

“Oh sush it you big baby, I promise you can have your fun after the party” You lean up giving Nayeon a loving peck before knocking on the door.

"pssh, whatever" She grumbles.

Sana is the one who opens the door and she almost squeals when she sees the two of you.

“Oh emm geee! You look as cute as ever!” Nayeon rolls her eyes,

“I know I do-“ She’s shoved out the way as Sana rushes to squeeze your cheeks.

“You look so pretty in your dress, Y/N! So tiny and cute! Nayeon is so lucky to have an omega like you!”

You smirk as you look up at Nayeon who just tsks, “yeah, I know”

The party goes on and it’s just everyone catching up with one another, talking about schedules and what not.

You sat between Momo and Nayeon. Your girlfriend’s hand went behind your lower back and against the side of your thigh as she brought you closer to her, leaning down to sniff at your scent gland. Your scent giving her more euphoria than the glass of wine in her other hand.

“Izz that your shcent ohmega?” Momo perks up next to you, she’s had more than just a glass of wine, “wow you shmell soooo gooood” her words slur a little as she leans forward to nuzzle the scent gland on your neck, you yelp a little, pushing yourself closer to Nayeon.

“Yeah, yeah she smells amazing I know.” Nayeon grumbles pushing Momo’s head away. "We don't wanna smell that nasty breath of yours, smells like whiskey and a shot of ass"

Momo tsks and rolls her eyes, "whatevaaa"

The night goes on until the members excuse each other one by one, until there was five of you. You and Nayeon with Mina, Sana, and Momo.

It was clear that Momo wasn't going home tonight. And Mina, well she's kinda just been there, like always, never the center of the crowd but always the bystander. Sana mentioned that Mina stays over at her place a lot, so she probably won't go home tonight.

But you felt kind of weird since all of them were alphas and Nayeon loves to hang out with all three of them. You were starting to get tired, your eyes droopy as you snuggled closer to Nayeon.

Sana noticed, "Hey Nayeon, if your omega is tired you can put her in the guest room, she seems like she'll fall asleep any minute"

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Nayeon carefully set you down on the bed, she tucked some hair behind your bed, leaving a sweet kiss on your forhead,

"sweet 'mega," she whispers against your year, "sleep well, you'll be waking up soon"

You mumble something incoherent in your sleep, snuggling under the covers. Nayeon lets out a light laugh before leaving the room.

But your sleep nap is short lived because you wake up to your dress getting pulled off,

“Ngg- Nayeoon I’m too sleepy” you whine,

“It’s okay baby you don’t gotta do a thing” A voice slurs in your ear, a voice that doesn’t sound like your alpha.

“Wh-what!?” You quickly get up pulling the almost slipped off dress up to cover yourself. You come face to face with Mina. Her eyes blown wide with lust.

“Mina? What are you doing? I’m mated to Nayeon” You blurt out.

You gasp as your hair is pulled back, not by Mina, and forcing you to face the open door, there stands Nayeon, a bit sluggish in her stance,

"Nayeon said that we could play-, I mean punish you since you gave her blue balls in the morning!" A voice perks up next to you, Sana, the same person who held your hair.

"Not blue balls! She just denied me, that's all!" Nayeon whined.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as we can have fun with this cute omega, I don't think it really matters" Momo murmurs from next to you, "god, your scent is driving me crazy"

Your dress is pulled off till you’re only in your underwear.

“Mmgh!” You’re face is pulled up till it aligns with Sana’s dick.

“Shh, it’s okay baby girl I’m sure you’ll love this punishment” She murmurs sweet praises as she nudges her dick into your mouth. You gasp around her as she pushes in, holding your face in place as she fucks your mouth.

Momo runs her hands over your body, squeezing and poking all the right places as you begin to squirm. Mina work with your cunt, rubbing it from outside your underwear,

"fuck so wet already" She murmurs, slowly pulling them away. She drives two fingers straight into your dripping hole, your eyes widen as the sudden fast pace of her fingers, Sana's dick falling out your mouth as you squeal.

"t-too fast mmm its t'much!" You whine against Momo's hold as Mina brings you to a quick orgasm. Not a second is wasted as you're flipped over onto your front, your face against the edge of the bed, Nayeon stands in front of you, smirk on her face.

"you look so good like this, baby" She murmurs under her breath, pulling out her cock, "the big bad alphas," she mocks, "are gonna take turns fucking you, okay?"

As soon as she nudges her head between your lips, someone else is pushing in from behind, mercilessly fucking into you, you turn to look at who it is but your face is gripped by your cheeks,

"nuh uh, baby, eyes on me, and only me" Nayeon orders pushing her dick back into your mouth roughly, making you gag.

There's a tight grip on your hips, as your cunt is used over and over again. You don't even remember how many times you've been used or how many times you've been brought into a high. You feel someone spill cum into your cunt, and then another dick is filling you up.

It's until one orgasm crashes over you, and you nearly scream at its force, shakily you fall down on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest as everything begins to feel too much.

You don't even notice three people leaving the room until Nayeon is pulling you up on her lap.

"one more baby and we're done" She murmurs praises while leaving light kisses on your jaw. You sleepily nod.

"good girl" She pushes her cock into you and begins to thrust up, pulling you down by the hips as you let out moans against her neck. You guessed she was also pent up because soon her knot is slipping into and she's leaving sweet kisses and hickies around and on your mating mark.

...

"sooo...do you wanna go out to eat at our favorite place tomorrow?"

"Nayeon...your dick is inside me right now, can we talk about this later?"

#twice x reader #twice smut #nayeon smut #sana smut #momo smut

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luimagines · 1 year

Note

Can you do one with an easily flustered reader? Like finding out reader has a crush but keeps trying to play it off?

I think the dynamic was chosen for me. XD

I'll do my best.

Masterlist

Part one will include Warrior, Twilight and Wild!

Content under the cut!

Warrior

“Gooood morning, Gorgeous.” Warrior slid up next to you, putting his arm by your head as he leaned into your personal space. “What’s the plan for today, Sweetheart? Romantic walk through the forest? A boat ride for two on the lake? Dinner under the star light?”

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from giving away into borderline hysterical giggles. He did this every day seemingly. The attention was nice... if a bit more than you could handle from time to time.

Granted, you were incredibly worse with the interaction in the beginning. You were rendered speechless and incoherent for the next three hours. At least he didn’t stop, so it gave you some measure of tolerance to his unending flattery.

You shook you head and avoided eye contact. “We can do only one of those things.”

Warrior grins and shrugs. “Options make everything a bit more entertaining though.”

“We’re walking through a forest anyway.” You snort, trying to keep yourself from looking at him. “How is that going to be in anyway romantic?”

Warrior scoops up your hand before you can stop him and rises it to gently place a kiss to your knuckles. “Don’t underestimate me.”

You find yourself freezing under his very intense stare. You can vaguely register that he’s smirking from your reaction but you’re too focused on the way your vision zero-ed in on the spot where his lip met your skin.

It was softer than you would have imagined.

Of course Warrior notices this. “I can make anything romantic if I wanted to. And I’m feeling good today. So why not?”

He drops your hand but doesn’t let go of it. You cough and look away again. You can feel the way your cheeks burn and don’t want to add any fuel to the flames. You cough again, squeezing his hand a bit. “And what would the others say then?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it.” Warrior grins, pulling you away from the spot and swinging your hands together as you go. “I have it all planned out! You walk with me, Time and Wind take the point. Legend and Hyrule stay right behind them. Twilight and Wild stay with Sky and Four near the middle.”

You smile to yourself even as your voice loses its strength. “And where does that put us?”

“In the back.” Warrior says confidently. “Where no one can see us and I have all your reactions to myself.”

You squeak against your will and pull your hand out of his to cover your face. “Mean. Mean. Mean! Not fair. You’re such a jerk. No way!”

Warrior laughs openly and freely, reaching for you hand again. “You’re cute.”

“I am not.” You whine and swipe at him with your free hand.

Warrior’s enjoyment does not seem to cease and he dodges your other hand easily enough. He catches it before you can pull it back entirely. He brings both of your hands closer and kisses them both once more, smiling as he pulls away. Warrior lets his expression soften. “Please?”

Your own words get stuck in your throat and you stomp your foot quietly in frustration. Why must he be so stupidly charming at time? You can feel yourself crumbling under his gaze.

The day just started. Why he do this? Shouldn’t you be used to this by now?

You cough and nod. “...Fine.”

“Perfect!” Warrior brightens up considerably. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

He begins to led you off, still holding onto your hand but you don’t think you have the strength to even try to pull it away, let alone say anything about it. The others though? They’ll say something. You’re sure of it.

Twilight

You tried to lift something heavy off of Epona but it was giving you more trouble than it was worth. You grunted and pulled again with little to change what so ever.

“Let me help you there, Darlin’.” Twilight slides up to you , getting close enough where you can feel his chest pressed up to your side as he reaches over and lifts the bag off of his loyal steed without so much as a break in his stride.

He holds it out to you with a charming smile. “There you do.”

You cough and nod, taking it from him without making eye contact. “...Thank you.”

Twilight smiles wider. “You’re very welcome. Is there anything else you need? I can help with that too?”

“No.” You squeak and shake your head. You can still feel his phantom heat from his close proximity and you’re intent on making a quick get away.

“Hey.” Twilight smirks and presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “Are you ok? You look a bit red. You’re warm too.”

Twilight pressed the back of his hand to your cheek now, letting it rest on one side before moving to the other. His hands are guiding you to face him and there’s little you can do stop it.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” You throw yourself back violently and frantically try to look at anything other than him. You want to come up with an excuse to leave but there’s little words left in your mouth.

Twilight doesn’t reach for you again thankfully, even if his easy going smile doesn’t drop. He reaches up and instead brushes his bangs away from his face in an upwards arc. You follow the movement with your eyes and Twilight knows you’re watching him.

He smirks and pats Epona on the side before he takes a step closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

Dread drops into your stomach like lead. “...Yeah?”

“The Vet says that there’s a town not too far from here and the Champion says that we’ll needing more supplied sooner rather than later. I was thinking about doing a supply run. Do you want to come with me?” Twilight tilts his head and rests against Epona. “If we ride, then we can get there and back faster and maybe even before nightfall.”

You want to. You really, really, want to.

But you now yourself and you’re more likely to put your foot in your mouth than to impress the Hero of Twilight by any means.

“Sure.” You find yourself saying anyway, to your horror. But it’s to Twilight’s delight.

The young man grins. “Perfect! You don’t mind riding horse back, right?”

You shake your head, gripping the bag in front of you like a life line.

Twilight grins wider and doesn’t hesitate to hop onto the horse next to him. “Alright. Let’s go now!”

“Now?”

Twilight falters a little. “Unless you have something. I can wait.”

You shake your head and drop the bag next to the other’s stuff. You can do this. Maybe.

You move and stand next to the animal. “How do I-”

Twilight leans down and reaches his hand out. You take it after a moment’s deliberation before you’re effortlessly lifted and placed in front of Twilight. He reaches around you and gets close like the moment prior to take the reigns.

He grins and speaks right by the shell of your ear. “This ok?”

You can’t fight your blush any more and nod, hiding your hands behind your ear. “Yeah, this is fine!”

You ignore your voice crack.

Twilight laughs and begins to steer his horse so that he can pass the group and tell them where he’s going. “Good! We’ll be back soon. This won’t take long.”

“Yay.”

Wild

You were minding your own business, reading the book you managed to snag before you ran through the portal with wild abandon. It was one of your favorites. You never got tired of reading it.

You were so engrossed in the pages that you nearly jumped out of your skin when something heavy landed on your thigh.

You calmly moved the book away to look at what plopped into your lap.

Wild groaned loudly. “They’re giving me a headache. Just five minutes, I swear.”

“Um...” You could already feel yourself begin to blush. Feeling a little put off from reading anymore, you kept your finger between the pages to hold your spot as your poked Wild on the cheek. “...Champion... what are you doing?”

“Taking a nap... if I can. Otherwise, I’m just resting my eyes.” He responds easily. “Why do you ask?”

“Well that’s fine and all but... why on me?” You cough and poke his shoulder, trying to see if he’d roll off you. He doesn’t so much as move an inch.

Wild looks up and tilts his head so that he can look you in the face. He grins your way with a sort of boyish charm that makes your insides feel like butterflies. “Because you’re comfortable. And you’d let me.”

“Maybe.” You poke him harder, this time by his neck.

He makes a funny choking sound and flinches to close the spot where you press. You both freeze.

You can feel yourself slowly over coming your shyness as a mischievous streak was ignited. “..Link?” You say the name and lean over. “Are you ticklish?”

“Nope.” Wild sits up like a shoot and pokes your side for good measure. ”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You yelp and drop your book in the process, jumping to protect the spot that he poked as well. Wild catches the movement and you can feel a bit of dread pool in your stomach. You flush and scramble to stand. “You saw nothing.”

“Perhaps.” He smirks. “But I certainly heard that.”

“Don’t you dare!” You takes a step back, watching him for the moment he jumps.

“Why?” He grins. “It’s fun!”

“For you!”

“Of course. I get to hear you laugh.” He says casually.

You whine and use your book to cover your face. “Don’t say that so easily! Cheater!”

“And I get to see your smile too.” Wild steps closer now that you’re no longer looking at him. “It’s very nice to see.”

“Shut- shush!” You step back on impulse, only lowering the book down by a hair breadth to look around it. You panic when you see that he’s gotten closer. “Wild! Wild, no!”

You try to dash away but he follows suit quickly, catching you by the arm before you can get too far.

You hit him with your book.

“Ow!” Wild pouts. “Meanie. Can’t I say that I think you’re pretty without having to deal with consequences?”

You hit him again. “No.”

“Shame.” Wild grins and pokes your sensitive side with his free hand. “I can still do this though.”

“Nononononononononono!!!!” You try to fight it but your giggles make you weak. Within second you’re overtaken by the Champion, who proves victorious in your impromptu tickle fight.

Wild never did get his nap but in his book, he can live with that if he can get to spend some time with you anyway.

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #this may not be as flirty as it should be #but so help me I don't know how to flirt

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toothpastecanyon · 2 months

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Unto Dust, Chapter 2

Lucy Ann was nothing if not a survivor. After weeks of being on the run from the Angel, she was looking forward to getting back to her life of wandering the world, and relaxing in the sun.

But this time, it may not be so easy for things to go back to normal.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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Lucy Ann remembered that day on the banks of the Thamesis. The fear that rose in her chest as light bled into the horizon, as the fading stars above slowly abandoned her to her fate. She remembered the terror, the struggle, the tears welling up in her eyes as she realised this was it, this was the end, there was nothing she could do…

Nothing she could do.

She remembered thinking those words; she remembered how, as she lay back, her eyes fixed on the orange glow beyond the river… they didn’t seem as scary, now. She had done all she could, lived a good, long life. A life that she’d miss - stars, she remembered how the only panging regret in that moment was that she’d reached the end of it.

But if this was truly it, then so be it. She’d hidden from the light for a thousand years, and as she lay there, she realised she’d forgotten just how beautiful the sun was when it rose. The glow of the clouds, the village in silhouette, the first few rays peeking through the trees on a distant hill… she took a deep breath, in, and out, and she smiled.

She wasn’t scared at all. And when the light finally reached her, and gently warmed her cold skin, she laughed until tears ran down her cheeks, because she was alive, she was alive, she was alive!

She was alive. Lucy Ann had drawn the corner of the blinds, and was peeking out at the grey glow of early morning when there was a knock on her door. She glanced over sharply, and stood there still until there was another knock and a voice.

“Hellooo, it’s June! Are we awake?”

Oh - the fairy who owned the condo. Lucy Ann cast a glance at the summoning circle still drawn on the floor before reluctantly slinking over to the door. She opened it to a winged woman in jogging gear with a paper bag in her hands; she gave a sparkling smile that Lucy Ann struggled to match.

“There we are! Gooood morning, darling!” She gave Lucy Ann a kiss on each cheek before gliding past her. “Sorry to pop in so early - I hope I didn’t wake you up! Just wanted to drop off some supplies before work!”

“Um, thanks?” Lucy Ann saw her notice the summoning circle as she set the bag down on the coffee table. “I, uh, was gonna clean that up.”

“Oh, don’t worry about a little Alcor circle! If you’re going to summon anything else, though, could I ask you put down a little protection ward on the floor?” She gave an airy laugh. “Demons just love scratching up the hardwood. Anyway, I popped down to the supermarket and picked you up a few more bloodpacks! You don’t mind B positive, do you?”

“No, that’s, that’s fine. I’m not picky.” Lucy Ann watched her open the fridge. “Thanks, again… uh, I can put that away-”

“Nonsense, guests sit down!” June waved her off, and then did a double take. “Oh no! Are you cold, dear?”

“Cold?”

“You’ve got my ski gloves on!”

Lucy Ann blinked, and looked down at the thick black glove on her hand. “Oh,” she said, and quickly hid it behind her back. “Right, uh… a little? But it’s fine.”

“Oh, you poor thing! Let me show you where the thermostat is!” Her wings fluttered as she made her way to what was very obviously a thermostat right by the couch. Lucy Ann made a face, but decided to play along. “Here it is! Now you just tap the screen, and you can set it to whatever you like, okay?”

“Okay.” Lucy Ann turned it up a few degrees, then gave a crooked smile. “That’s, uh, much better. Thanks.”

“I hope it’s more comfortable! I won’t have my guests needing to wear gloves in my house - that just won’t do!”

She made her way back to the fridge, leaving Lucy Ann to discreetly slip off the glove. June shut the fridge, and beamed at her.

“That should be you stocked up for the week! And if you need anything else, anything at all, you let me know, okay? You’ve got my number?”

“Yeah. Uh, thanks, June.”

“It’s no trouble at all, love!” She was folding up the paper bag she made her way towards the door. “Now I have to get back to my run, but I’ll see you… oh, I almost forgot!”

“What?”

“Darcy from the Dinner Crew wanted me to invite you to our monthly meeting this evening!” June took out a hairband and started tying her hair back as she spoke. “Everyone would love it if you could come - we’ve all been so thrilled to have an original member back in Portland! You’d be a guest of honour!”

Lucy Ann grimaced. Meeting a whole new Dinner Crew - she didn’t know if she was up to that right now. “Uh, that’s real kind of you to offer, but I’m not sure-”

“Oh, and it’ll be after sunset, of course!” June laughed to herself. “Don’t you worry, we wouldn’t invite you somewhere you couldn’t go!”

At that, Lucy Ann froze. It was what a lot of well-meaning strangers assumed about her, and it wasn’t unreasonable; there weren’t many vampires who lived long enough to walk in the sun. Normally she took a bit of smug satisfaction in correcting them - or if they were outside, simply staring blankly back until they realised - but today, she didn’t quite find the words in time.

“Anyway,” June continued, opening the door. “I really must run now, darling, but I’ll swing by at seven and give you a ride! Ooh, this is so exciting!”

And with that, she was gone, and it seemed like Lucy Ann was booked for the afternoon. Great. Wonderful. Letting the polite smile drop, she went over to slump on the couch, and dragged a hand down her face.

Ugh… Oh, well.

Maybe it’d be a good thing to get out of this house for a while. And meeting the newest cast of the Dinner Crew could be nice - June was certainly a sweet lady, even if she was a lot.

A glance at the blinds, a grimace at the glow behind them. And of course, it’d be fucking dark outside. Because that was something she had to worry about now, wasn’t it?

Lucy Ann stared down at her hands, and remembered the dirt on them as she clawed her way up the banks of the Thamesis. She remembered the long, stumbling path she took back to her safehouse, the times she had to stop and hide in bushes at the sounds of footsteps because stars, she didn’t know what they’d do to her if they found she hadn’t burned. She remembered the grime on her skin, the deep ache from bruises she was too weak to heal… and the wonderful warmth of the sun.

She remembered making it home, collapsing into bed, and sleeping for a whole season. By the time she awoke, she’d wondered whether the whole thing had been a crazy dream; had she really walked in the sun?

She remembered seeing the drawn wooden shutters over her window, the soft glow of the sun peeking out from the edges of the panels. She remembered stepping towards them, remembered unlatching them, remembered throwing them open wide open and feeling-

Lucy Ann turned away from the blinds. She sat still for a moment, one hand pinching the other, before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Something stupid was playing; she changed the channel to something else, saw it was worse, so she changed it back and settled in and forced herself to relax.

Stars, it was so stuffy in here. You know what, it was a good thing she was going somewhere; anything to get out of this fucking house.

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It looked, Lucy Ann thought, like a mix between a warehouse and a restaurant. The building was truly massive, with concrete floors and ventilation tubes weaving their ways across the tall ceiling. Dinner tables were neatly arranged across the room, and a buffet stretched down one side. A huge, messy line had formed; the whole room echoed with the sound of voices and laughter. It was so loud that June nudged her and said something; she couldn’t hear it at all, but she just smiled and nodded and that seemed to satisfy her.

June started digging into her meal: a steaming meat pie of venison, potatoes, and green vegetables. It looked so good Lucy Ann wondered whether she wanted to chance the line… maybe when it died down a little bit. For now, she was happy sipping her wine glass of blood.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Unlike June, Lucy Ann had no trouble hearing the deep, booming voice of Darceus Alamastern. The leader of the Dinner Crew was a lion of a kitsune, easily twice as tall as the other two foxes on either side of her, with nine great tails fanned out behind like a peacock’s train. Her smile was friendly, and her eyes were bright and curious, but it was hard to look at her and not find one’s eye drawn to the size of those teeth in her mouth.

One fang was broken off, Lucy Ann noticed. Ouch, she thought, and then shook herself, cleared her throat.

“Uh, yeah.” She said, and stared out across the crowd. “Lot of people tonight; are they all in the Dinner Crew?”

“Oh, no.” Darceus gave a hearty laugh. “We’re a little lean on formal members lately, but these meetings are open to the public. Anyone can come in and get a hot meal.” Her eyes twinkled as she watched Lucy Ann. “Were there so many members in your time?”

“With Hank?” She chuckled. “Oh, I’m not sure. We were a lot less organised back then. Took years before we started keeping any kind of track… but we got big pretty fast.” She sipped her drink, smiling to herself. “Yeah, pretty fast. It was really something.”

Darceus listened with interest. “To see the beginning of the Dinner Crew… it must have been quite remarkable.” She looked around the room, seeming to analyze something, before turning back to Lucy Ann. “It looks like everyone is getting settled in. I’m going to make a speech shortly, welcoming everyone to the meeting. Would you like to say a few words?”

“Sure.” She chuckled. “I hope you got a megaphone, though. This room is huge.”

With a grin, Darceus tapped the edge of the table; glowing purple runes flickered to life, and dimmed again as she took her hand away. “Don’t worry,” she said, “you’ll be heard.”

“All the tables have it,” June added, leaning in close. “After dinner, we have a kind of town hall where anyone can ask Darcy anything. I’ll tell you, you won’t believe some of the oddball questions we get!”

“Oh, I’m sure I can believe it,” she muttered. She would have said more, but Darceus was rising to her feet. Tapping her wine glass, all heads began to turn as she cleared her throat and started to speak.

“My friends!” Darceus began, and the chatter in the room immediately died way down. “Welcome one, welcome all, to our monthly Dinner Crew dinner! I trust you’ve all got something to eat - our thanks again to the Greater Portland Forest Community for catering tonight.”

She nodded to a white-haired elf seated at a table not far from their own, and continued.

“Whether you’re here for the meeting, or just for the delicious food, we really appreciate you all coming out tonight. The Dinner Crew’s got a long and proud history of holding these meetings - it’s been about one hundred and seventy years, now, unbroken since we reformed after the Chancellor administration.”

Darceus glanced down at Lucy Ann, and smiled. “But our history of giving back to the community stretches back far longer than that. Friends, we’re honoured tonight to host a truly legendary figure, a founding member of the Dinner Crew and lifelong advocate for the preternatural. Give it up for our own Lucy Ann!”

Lucy Ann stood up on her chair, and felt it in her chest as the entire room broke into thunderous applause. it was surreal, sometimes, to see just how much she meant to the Dinner Crew. She didn’t even think she had that big a role in founding them, and she certainly hadn’t been keeping up with them the past few centuries, but to this sea of strangers cheering her on, she might as well have been Hank himself. It was a humbling feeling, to wonder why they thought she was so important.

The applause took a while to die down, but eventually it faded, and she cleared her throat. “Uh, thank you, thank you!” She started, and grappled for something to say. “It’s… it’s an honour for me too, to be here with you all! You’ve all been, ah, more than kind.”

She felt like she wanted to stop there, but a whole room of eyes still looked on expectantly. Lucy Ann wasn’t one for stage fright, but she found herself fiddling with her wine glass as she went on.

“And, uh…” she started, and chuckled. “It really has been a while, hasn’t it! I don’t think I’ve been back to Portland since Dave was in charge - anyone remember Dave?” No hands went up at first - after a moment there was a lone whoop from the back. “Yeah, hey, someone remembers him! Of course, heh, he was before the Chancellor administration, so, ah, a long time ago, now. A long time.”

Silence, again. Lucy Ann scratched the back of her neck; stars, she’d been trying to kill time this morning, and she didn’t think to prepare something to say? Finally, she gave a bit of a shrug.

“Anyway, ah, that’s it for me. I’ll be in town for a little while, so if anyone wants to hit me up, go for it.” She chuckled. “I, uh, I probably don’t know where the party spots are anymore, so if anyone’s up to show me around the new Portland, that’d be great.”

After that, she sat down, and Darceus nodded at her.

“Lucy Ann, everyone!” She said, and raised her glass. Everyone else did as well, and there was a chorus of clinks across the room. June offered her drink, and beamed when Lucy Ann clinked with her.

Lucy Ann found herself smiling, too. Eh, her speech was a bit crappy, but everyone seemed to enjoy it well enough - with the way everyone started tucking into their meals, they probably liked how short it was. She watched as Darceus took a seat and rather awkwardly picked up a fork with her huge, paw-like hand.

Maybe this wasn’t the old Dinner Crew. Maybe these weren’t faces she knew… but they were faces she could know, if she stuck around. She’d been going it alone for a good while even before the Angel chased her across the continent; maybe it’d be nice, to let herself be a part of something again.

“Oh dear,” June said bashfully, looking over her empty plate. “I think I should have waited to start with everyone else. How rude of me!”

Lucy Ann snorted. “Hey, you said you were starving in the car. You said you were doing, like, marathon running?”

“Oh, yes, I’m training for my 10K.” She stared wistfully at the buffet table. “Do you think they’ll mind if I have a bit more?”

“Go for it!” Lucy Ann said; when she still hesitated, she added: “You know, if you’re up anyway, could you grab a little bread roll for me? If you don’t mind.”

June was on her feet in an instant. “Of course I’ll get that for you, darling! I’ll be just a moment!”

“Thanks!” Lucy Ann said, and called after her: “Perfect host!” She chuckled at the way June’s face lit up, and sat back in her seat.

Sipping her drink, she just watched the crowds for a moment, let herself zone out to the hum of conversation happening all around her. Darceus seemed to have slipped away at some point to walk among the tables; she wasn’t expecting someone to talk to her until June got back.

Which was why she jumped a bit when someone tapped her on the shoulder. They were right behind her; it took a second for her to turn her chair.

“Oh, man, you really do look like a six year old.”

That was the first thing Lucy Ann heard from a strange young woman standing in front of her. She was elven - the pointed ears gave away that much - but she was dressed almost in pajamas, with sweatpants and a loose t-shirt with a graphic of some tv show she didn’t recognize on it. She had her hands in her pockets, and a crooked sort of smile that immediately put Lucy Ann on edge.

“Yeah?” Lucy Ann said, and frowned at the gaggle of five, much more nervous humans that seemed to be gathered around the elf. “Can I help you guys?”

“You definitely can!” Said the elf. “See, my name’s Bea, and I’m a college student over at Portland State. Doin’ my masters in, heh, Elf Studies. Top of my class.”

“Okay?”

“I heard you might be attending this dinner, and when my friends heard that-“ Bea put an arm around one guy and dragged him in closer. “They were just begging me to introduce them. Especially this dork, he’s writing his whole thesis about you. Tell her, Matt.”

Matt’s hand was visibly trembling as he held it out. “Um, h-hello Ms. Ann. I-it’s, uh, i-it’s such an honour to meet you, I’m Matt- but, sorry, you already knew that, I-I didn’t mean to- sorry!”

Bea whistled. “Damn, kid, you’re really blowing this.”

“He’s not blowing this.” Lucy Ann cut in, and took his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Matt. What’s your thesis about?”

“Um…” His eyes bugged out a bit. “The impact o-of the downfall of, of the Chancellor Administration on Elven Societies in the Western United States, um… I-I’ve been reading a lot a-about the impact you had, i-it’s really impressive, you’ve been such an inspiration to me since I was a kid-“

“You’re losing her,” Bea snipped, and smirked as he seemed to deflate. Lucy Ann watched incredulously as she strode over to June’s chair and sat herself down in it.

“Okay - Bea, is it? What the hell is your problem?”

“I knowww, I’m sorry for bringing a bunch of humans over here to gawk at you.” She waved them away. “Come on guys, clear off! You’re bothering her.”

“They’re not-”

“Hey, is this blood?” Without warning, Bea picked up her glass and took a swig; almost immediately she made a face. “Eugh, yep, that’s blood,” she said, but to Lucy Ann’s disgust, still decided to swallow. “Oh, shit, that was nasty. Gotta ask - do you end up liking the taste of pennies, or is it more of a ‘gotta have it or I’ll die’ kinda thing?”

Lucy Ann was caught between shock and fury; she could only manage to snatch her glass back as she tried to form words. “You… what are you-“

“I’m back!” Came June’s singsong voice; Lucy Ann watched her pause as she noticed the figure in her chair. “Oh, Bea. You’re in my seat, hun.”

“Yeah, just a sec,” Bea said, putting her feet up on the table. “So you said you needed someone to show you around, huh? Show you where to have a good time?”

“And you’re volunteering?” Lucy Ann gave a harsh laugh. “You’ve got to be joking, right?”

“Why would I be joking? Hey, if it’s about those humans-“

“It’s not about those fucking humans, it’s about you!” She watched Bea flinch at that, and raised her eyebrows. “Are you- holy shit, are you actually trying to impress me right now? Is this what you do when you want someone to like you?”

Bea sat up straighter. “No. Hah! No, I just-“

“Because I’ve got some advice. Go say sorry to your fucking friends, because I don’t know how you managed to make them.” She leaned in closer, and watched Bea shrink back. “And they’re not ‘just humans’, you know. Just because they don’t live as long as you or me doesn’t make you better than them.”

“What? I don’t, I don’t think I’m better than them-”

“Oh, please, of course you do. You and every other baby immortal who decides to try ‘living amongst the humans.’” She scoffed at the thought. “Yeah, you’re, what, a hundred? Two hundred? If you wanna pretend you’re soo much older and wiser than your friends, maybe you should act like it.”

Bea’s face had gone a deep, angry red; her whole body had cringed into the chair, and her face was frozen in a tense smile that bared all her teeth. She didn’t seem to know what to say; Lucy Ann tilted her head.

“Well?”

“I…” Bea gave a hollow chuckle. “I meant…”

She trailed off there, and Lucy Ann rolled her eyes. “Just get out of the seat,” she said, and waved her away. “My friend was sitting there.”

Bea quickly got to her feet, backed away, and scurried off back to her table without another word. June sat down, her wings fluttering a bit as she gave an anxious chuckle.

“Whoo, that was… remind me not to tick you off! Here’s your bread roll.”

“Thanks.” Lucy Ann cast one last glance behind her, before pushing her chair back in. “So, ah, who’s Bea? Not a member of the Dinner Crew, is she?”

“Over my dead body!” One of the other kitsune spoke up across the table. June laughed nervously.

“Bea? Oh, not technically - she’s a young elf from the GPFC. She likes to get involved, though! She lives on campus, helps out with outreach there.”

“Outreach?” Lucy Ann snorted. “No wonder membership’s low.”

“Oh, no, she’s actually quite good!” June said, and then seemed to think about her words. “When she wants to be, she’s quite good. She’s, uh, definitely a character sometimes! I do like her - haha, I tell myself, the more she tries to rile you up, the more she likes you!”

“I see.” Lucy Ann arched an eyebrow. “She must love me.”

June only gave a tight smile at that, and took a bite of her meal. “Oh - oh, wow, this is so good! How’s your bread roll, darling?”

Lucy Ann wasn’t quite ready to let it drop yet, but it seemed the conversation was over. With a sigh, she took a bite of the bread roll.

“It’s good.” She muttered, and it was - almost annoyingly so. It was hard to stay angry with good food. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Wonderful!” June perked right up. “You just let me know if you want anything else, okay? I talked to one of the caterers and he said they’ve got plenty of food to go around! I might even be a bit naughty and go for thirds, hah!”

Lucy Ann swished her drink around, and made a face as she set it on the table. If nothing else, she was definitely getting a new glass.

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It took a little time for Lucy Ann to get settled in again after her encounter with Bea, but she didn’t show up again, and many friendlier faces introduced themselves over the night. The two other kitsune at the table were Jasper and Anadixis; they were Darceus’ nieces, taken in after their mother was murdered by a cult shortly before the reformation of the Dinner Crew. Darceus himself returned with the leader of the GPFC, a venerable old elf called Gweiyir who introduced themself, but said very little otherwise and left shortly after. Vincent was another vampire who came up to give her a coupon for his nightclub; he seemed a nice enough guy, but listening to his rambling sales pitch, she really found herself regretting that open invitation she’d given in her speech. Yeah, sure, tell a room full of strangers to all try and be her buddy at the same time. Great idea.

Before she got too tired of him, though, the town hall portion of the dinner began, and she had an excuse to shoo him away. The questions were mostly pretty dry, but she listened in, trying to piece together all the new factions making up this Dinner Crew. There was one pro-nat who spoke up, but the whole room seemed well-practiced in shouting him down before Darceus even got the chance to cut off his mic.

“What a silly, silly man,” June had snickered, shaking her head. “You notice he waited until after dinner before getting himself thrown out? Ridiculous.”

And slowly, the night wound down, the crowd thinned out, and the loudest sounds became the squeak of shoes as Dinner Crew members started going table by table, gathering up the many empty plates. As Lucy Ann finished off her drink, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Ready to head home?” June said, and at the sight of her gentle smile, Lucy Ann felt her own slowly slide off her face.

Oh, right. Back to that house. She hadn’t thought about her hand all night long, but on the car ride home, she found herself rubbing it again, found her mind wandering back to that slightest tingling across her skin, so light it could be nothing at all… but would she dare to test it? What if she was wrong, what if it burned again, what if… what if he’d done exactly what he set out to do?

What if he’d hurt her in a way she could never heal from? What if he’d forever changed how she’d feel to walk in the sun, made it so she’d always wonder if its warmth was too warm, made it so she’d have to think about it, to worry about it, every time she left her house?

What if he had won?

Lucy Ann didn’t hear June’s voice at first. She flinched when a hand touched her, and stared as June gave a little laugh.

“Did you nod off? I don’t mind if you did, it’s been a long night.”

“Heh, yeah.” Lucy Ann summoned up a ghost of a smile. “A good one, though. I’m glad I went.”

“I’m glad, too. You let me know if you want to meet up sometime!” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, you know what we could do? Evening runs!”

“Hah, uh, you know, I’ll have to think about that.” She reached for the door. “Goodnight, June. Thanks for the ride.”

“It’s no problem at all, darling. Goodnight!”

Lucy Ann stepped out of the car, and watched it drive off. Then she turned to look up at the condo building, dark and silhouetted in the moonlight. She stared at it for a moment longer, then looked to the side, at the trees lining the gentle upward slope of the sidewalk. She gave a grim sort of smile.

Maybe not a night run, she thought. But she wasn’t ready to go inside just yet.

Lucy Ann started off down the path, her hands in her pockets, and her head tilted up, taking in the stars.

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