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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

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anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

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tommydarlings · 3 years

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She's a maniac | t.h

A/N: Finally it's here!!! Like I already said, when you can't read stuff like that, then please don't even try it!!! It could be really 'dangerous' for your mental health! Btw, I do not 'support' any of these serialkiller's! I just really love the topic! I hope you like this one as much as I do, anyway, enjoy! :) ily,liz <3

pairing: serialkiller!reader x Tom holland

warnings: swearing, talking about serialkiller stuff?, talking about murdering, talking about other serialkiller's, nearly sex? brief mention of necrophilia

w/c: 3.9k

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: Tom and his family are watching a live footage of the most dangerous women on earth, it's disgusting what you've did, but does he fall in love with you anyway? Well, yeah.

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"Tom, darling can I turn the TV on?" Nikki asked as she sat on Tom's couch. "Yeah, of course mom" he answered before Nikki turned his TV on. Dominic and the twins came out of the kitchen with a big bowl full of popcorn and sat down next to Nikki. "Are you guys coming?" Dominic asked from the living room while he looked at the kitchen. "Yes, we're coming dad!" paddy answers right before he and Tom came into the living room and sat down. "Any movie recommendations?" Sam asked his family. They all shook their head before Harry said,

"Isn't there any good stuff on the TV" the redhead said quietly. Nikki zapped through the channel until she stopped at one. "What's that?" Tom asked as he looked at the screen that just showed a room with two chairs and one table in it. It kinda looked like a live footage. "Um… what is it called?" paddy asked after a while. They all shrugged while Tom took the remote and spoke up,

"It's just called 'the most dangerous woman on earth - y/n y/ln" they all looked at each other with confusion written on everyone's faces. "Maybe the title does have nothing to do with the show? serie?, I don't know" Dominic said after a while. Suddenly, a police officer came into the room and spoke up,

"Test, test, is the camera on?" he said while he looked at the camera in the corner of the room. So it is live. They all though. After a few seconds, the officer nodded and sat down onto one of the chairs. Suddenly someone opened the door and two police officers walked in with a woman in an inmate suit and handcuffs around her wrists. The police officers sat her down in the other chair and left the room.

"Do you know her?" paddy asked quietly. They all shook their heads and went ahead with staring at the TV without any clue about who this woman was. Who you were. They all watched you with curious eyes.

"So dear miss y/l/n, could you please explain to me what you have done?" you let a tiny but at the same time wicked laugh before you answered his question,

"Do you want me to answer that question in detail?" you said. The officer shook his head and told you to go ahead telling him just the most important things about what you have done. "Well, in total I killed six men" you told him with a shrug. "What else have you done miss y/l/n" you smile before you said,

"I followed them, I seduced them, I killed them, not more"

"Not more? Well these pictures tell me otherwise" the police officer said before he opened a file and took six pictures out of it. He put them infront of you and you looked at them for a few seconds before the police officer spoke up again.

"Would give me the honor and explain every single picture to me please?" the men asked teasingly. You shrugged before you accepted it and started to explain.

"Men number one, Andy Richardson, he was an alcoholic, a stupid little motherfucker, I seduced him and then I hit him a few times with a crowbar on his head before I buried him in the woods" you smiled. "Men number two, Nicholas brown, he was an abusive dad and husband, one of the worst, I slid his throat and let him drown in his blood, just like he deserves it, then I took his body and laid it in his bathtub so it looked like suicide" and so on and on and on, with every single men got the police officers mind just more and more disturbed while he imagined all these things the man had to go trough.

"Did you had any sexuall activities with the corpses afterwards?" the police officer asked you. You laughed before you leaned forward and answered quietly,

"I'm honest officer, no, I didn't had any, not with a single man but I had my own little playroom, not the same like Christian Grey, but in my playroom, the men screamed, cried and begged too" and then you leaned even more forward and whispered,

"Just like in Christian Grey's, and it was so much fun" you whispered with the biggest smirk ever.

"This girl is sick" Nikki said while she shook her head desperately. "She has to go to a therapist quickly" Harry said after a few seconds of silence. They all agreed except for one person. Tom. He was so whipped. He thought that y/n was gorgeous and just breathtaking. But at the same time he felt extremely bad for thinking of her in that kind of way. She is a fucking serialkiller, she killed six men with her own hands. That is so disturbing and sick.

Suddenly you stood up and walked around in the small room. "What are you doing miss y/l/n?" the officer asked. You shrugged before you answered. "I'm just walking around, is that a crime?"

"No, but what you did to these men is a crime"

"But probably a good one"

"What exactly do you mean with that miss?"

"This case is probably the best you ever had, right? You don't have to answer officer, I know that my case is the best that you ever had and that I'm basically your biggest trophy on the shelf. I'm your career break" you smiled widely. "How-how do you know that?" the officer asked while the fear started to rise in him. You laughed quietly, almost like the devil in person.

"I studied this topic a lot, you know, serialkiller, crimes, murder, I studied all of this for years, so believe me when I tell you that I know much more about every single case and every single crime that was ever committed in the history of serialkiller's than you ever could" you said loudly and proud. He shook his head slowly before you laughed nervously and looked at you,

"I don't think so miss-" but you interrupted him immediately,

"You know officer, I maybe was really bad at school, like reallyyyyy bad, but when you believe that you know more about that topic that I basically live for, then think again mister, do not underestimate the things that I could do and especially the things that I know about the topic of serialkiller's, because I'm pretty sure that we both know by now that I have much more knowledge in that topic than you could even dream of" you told him smugly. The officer was shooked. He was frozen, he couldn't even look at you right now. He was fucking scared-

"I could hang there one day, haha" you said while you laughed and painted at the wall where pictures from other seriakiller were hanging. He looked at you with confusion on his face before he answered,

"But first of all we have to take a picture of your face-"

"No, no, no, not a picture of me, my head, my head could hang there one day you know? Haha, that would look so funny, my pale face hanging on the wall while blood is dripping down my throat and my eyes wide open while I stare at you. Ever. Single. Day" you said while you still stared at the wall with an amused smile on your face.

"O-okay, i-I have a few questions now" he said quietly. "Go on sir"

"favorite Serialkiller?"

"Ted bundy" you answered immediately.

"Why?" he asked while he looked at you. "He was a fucking genius, he was like the second jack the ripper the only problem was that he got caught, he was basically my inspiration and my role model. I loved him" the officer just sighed and went on,

"A Serialkiller you don't like?"

"Charles menson, he was a pussy, he just hired people to do the shitty job for him"

"When and how did Ted bundy got executed?"

"On January the 24th 1989 by the electric chair, easy" you laughed.

"What kind of murderer was Jeffrey Dahmer?"

"A cannibal" you answered smugly.

"Who was John Wayne gacy?"

"He was pogo the killer clown"

"okay, what is necrophilia?"

"Having sexuell intercours with a corpse"

"Who is Richard ramirez?"

"The night Stalker"

"What is the quickest way to kill somebody?"

"Either you shot him directly in the head, between his eyes or you slid his throat with a beautiful. sharp. knife" you whispered.

"Why did you dismember your victims?"

"Because it's fun, it's calming and even though it's a mess, in my way it's a beautiful and hot mess"

"So you think that killing and dismember man is a beautiful and hot mess"

"Torturing" you answered quickly.

"What?" the officer asked.

"Torturing. You forget that. You said 'killing and dismember' but I tortured them too, and that was even more fun" you laughed quietly. The police officer nodded while he though about the awful things you have done with your own hands.

"You are disgusted" you said quickly while you looked him deep in the eyes. "What?"

"You are disgusted from the things that I have done aren't you?" you asked with a grin. "How-how do you-"

"Like I said, I know everything, you can't beat me in that topic, bundy was a fucking genius, ramirez was not that bad either, Dahmer was maybe even better than him but I'm, I'm the fucking goddess" you answered with the biggest smirk the police officer ever saw. He was really terrified to death now. He shouldn't be, but he was. "Do you have a family? Do you have kids?" you added.

"Yes, yes I do have two kids" you hummed quietly before you spoke up,

"We serialkiller's are your husbands, we're your son's, and your children are gonna be dead by tomorrow" you whispered without any emotion in your face. And that was the moment were everyone realized that you are cold. "I know that Ted bundy said that he is the most cold hearted son of a bitch you've ever met, but believe me when I tell you that I'm more cold hearted than he could ever be" you whispered.

"I know that there's an age difference, but budy and you would have been the prefect couple" he answered. You laughed loudly. "But when wouldn't have lasted long" he raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

You slowly leaned forward before you answered,

"Because I would have chopped his dick off and took his eyes out and then I would slowly and maybe even gently cut his throat until he drowns in his own blood" you said quietly. Everyone was shooked and terrified to death. The police officer and everyone infront of the TV right now.

"What is your family thinking about you?" this question surprised you. You didn't expected it all.

"They haven't contacted me yet" you said while you looked at the wall behind him.

He just nodded and wrote something in your file.

"This girl is a fucking maniac" Sam said while he stared at the TV with wide eyes.

"I think I'm gonna throw up" Paddy said quietly.

"Yeah, sick bitch" Harry agreed with his brother. "I'm not sure if I'm able to sleep alone tonight" paddy said with pure seriousness in his voice. Nikki looked at him and hugged him tightly before she spoke up,

"Don't worry my love, she's never going to come near us, I promise" she told her son while Dominic nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"Tom, are you okay?" Harry asked his big brother. Tom snapped out of his daydreaming zone and answered quickly,

"Yeah, yeah of course" he said. "It's disturbing, I know, unbelievable that women like her are even allowed to sit in this room, she didn't even deserved that" Sam told his family, but Tom couldn't even focus. He was so stunned by your beauty, what is bullshit because he definitely shouldn't, is he doing it anyway? Is he daydreaming right now how your lips would feel on his lips? How your hands would feel on his biceps or how your hands would feel when he would hold you tight-

"Tom?!" Dominic yelled. "What?!" he yelled back. He quickly apologized before his father said,

"We're going now, okay?" Tom nodded quickly and gave them all a quick goodbye before he went to bed. Still thinking about her. "Fuuuuck" he whispered to himself while he laid in bed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Fuck it" he said before he grabbed his phone and searched her up on Google. "Holy shit" he whispered as he saw what else she had done to these men."They didn't even discuss half of what she had done in the live footage" he said quietly to himself while he stared at his phone screen, reading all the awful things that you had done to these men. He was terrified but at the same time was he… fine with it? He couldn't give a fuck anymore, he just wanted to go to sleep now, when that's even possible now. He's gonna start filming spiderman 3 soon so he has to wake up early tomorrow. Let's wish him luck.

---

"Tom!, Hey holland!" Jack yelled from his trailer on set. They were currently back on set, filming Spiderman 3. Tom walked to Jack's trailer and said,

"Yeah, what's up Jack?"

"I actually want you meet someone, one of my closest friends, actually she's my best friend" Tom looked at him curiously. "I thought that I was your best friend" he said sarcastically. Jack just laughed before he answered,

"You are Tommy, but she is my best friend too" Jack said. "And who is she? Do I already know her?" he asked him. Jack scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, yes, you probably know her but you never met he personally"

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" Tom asked Jack with a little laugh. Jack shrugged and answered quickly,

"I'm not nervous, it's just that I'm a little bit scared" he admitted quietly. Tom looked at him with confusion all over his face. "Why?"

"Well, she's… special?" jack answered nervously. Tom just nodded with his head before he answered,

"She can't be that bad jack, c'mon"

"Okay, but you have to promise me to not freak out and run away"

"O-okay?" Tom answered but it sounded more like an unsure question. "How about we meet up all together? Like zendaya, Jacob, you and me? At her house?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me" Tom answered before he got called on set again to gon on with filming. After a few hours of filming, Tom went to Jack, Jacob and zendaya. "So is that okay for you guys?" Jack asked the group. "So, you pick us up at about 2 p.m?" zendaya asked Jack. He nodded quickly before Tom spoke up,

"As long as she's no Serialkiller or something like that, then it's fine with me" he laughed loudly while Zendaya and Jacob joined him. Jack remained silent.

Oh, if they would only know…

---

"When are we here?" Jacob asked from the backseat. Tom sat in the passenger seat while Jacob and zendaya sat in the backseat. "Soon, in about 10 minutes we should be here" Jack answered. They all groaned but then nodded with their heads.

"What is her name?" zendaya suddenly asked. Jack opened his mouth but he couldn't get a single word out. "Are you okay mate?" Tom asked his best friend. Jack nodded quickly before he answered zendaya's question. "It's uh, uhm… y/n?" he told her but it sounded more like a question. "Are you nervous? It's just a name jack you can chill dude" Jacob told him with a tiny laugh. "Yeah, you're right" Jack said. "Can you just please promise me that you won't run away? Or cry? Or yell at me or at her? Please, I beg you" Jack added. "Again Jack, why should we be scared?" Tom asked him. "I just-I don't know okay? You will see" Jack said quietly. They all looked at each other curiously before they all fixated their eyes on the road again.

---

"Finally" Tom said while he stepped out of the car quickly. "Wow, the house is really pretty" Zendaya said. Jacob nodded with his head slowly before jack spoke up,

"You ready?" he asked the group. "Yes Jack c'mon" Jacob answered quickly with a laugh. Jack scratched the back of his neck again. Something that he's doing when he's nervous. Jack knocked at the door three times before a women opnend it.

It was you. Y/n y/l/n. The most dangerous women on earth and one of the biggest serialkiller in history.

You smiled at Jack before you said,

"Jacki my darling, finally you're here, who are they?" you asked while you hugged Jack and looked at the three of them. They all remained silent and just stared at you like you were some kind of alien.

So obviously everyone knows who you are.

They all obviously knew who you were because of the little footage. That by the way kinda went viral. Since that day, everyone knows and fears you. Especially men. So that's the reason why you are obviously single, who would have thought?

"Come in, come in, please" you said happily. They all stared at you and then quickly at jack for a moment before they entered your house. "Do you guys want something to drink?" you asked them all while they sat down on your couch. They shook their head slowly before Jacob whispered into Tom's ear,

"I-isn't that t-the-"

"Yes it is Jacob and now you better shut up before she may kills us" Tom whispered back at his friend while he stared at your figure standing in the kitchen. "Don't you want to introduce your friends to me jack?" you asked him. He nodded quickly. "That's zendaya, she play's mj in spiderman, that's Jacob, he play's ned, the best friend of Peter Parker, and that is Tom, Peter Parker himself"

"Nice to meet you all" you told them while you shook their hands. But as you shook Tom's hands, you felt something, something in your stomach.

Butterflies.

And he felt it too.

---

Currently you were in the shower, just enjoying how the warm water ghosts over skin. Suddenly the shower curtain opens and a naked Tom steps in. "Well hello handsome" you told your boyfriend. "Hello darling" he told you as he stood behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist. He buried his face in the back of your neck and whispered,

"I love you darling"

"I love you too Tommy" you told him while you turned around and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm so nervous" you admitted after a few seconds of just staring into each other's eyes. "You don't have to be my love, my family is gonna accept and love you, maybe it's gonna take some time but they will appreciate you I promise"

"But you told me that you watched my footage Thomas, they heard what I said, they saw the way I acted! They are either going to act like they love me or they are going to be scared of me the entire time!" you told your boyfriend while you laid your head on his wet chest."But I know that you've changed baby, I know it. I know that your a better person now and that you will never do something like that ever again okay?" he said. You picked your head up and looked him deep in the eyes before he grabbed your legs and picked you up and leaned you against the shower wall." I love you so much, thank you" you told him while you put both of your hands on his cheeks. "I love you even more babygirl" he said before you slowly started to make out.

---

Tom knocked on his family's door quickly before his mom opened. "Hey son, how are you my dear!" she asked him while they hugged. "I'm good thanks mom" everyone hugged Tom as he came through the door before Dominic spoke up,

"So, where is the lucky girl you want us to meet?" he asked with a tiny grin. "Yeah mate, where's she?" Harry added. "She is a little bit shy okay? So please be 'gentle' with her okay?" he told his family. They all nodded before they heard a voice,

"Tom, can I come?" you asked from the front door. "Did we already met her?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I don't know either, her voice sounds so familiar" Harry added. Tom just laughed nervously before he said,

"Just please be gentle and kind okay?" they all nodded curiously before Tom told you to come in and there you stood. Infront of your boyfriend's family. They exactly knew who you were and what you did. They were frozen, they were still but at the same time were they terrified.

"Hey, my n-name I-is y/n, y/n y/l/n" you slowly said while Tom put his arm around your waist.

"O-oh m-my God" Nikki whispered with fear in her voice.

"Tom, what, do y-you even k-know who s-she-?" Harry stuttered.

"Yes, yes I know who she is, she is y/n y/l/n, my lovely girlfriend" he answered proudly with a smile.

"Thomas are you crazy-"

Suddenly, paddy went to you and extended his hand in your way,

"Hello y/n, you're really pretty, my name is paddy" he told you. He knew who you were, but he saw you and knew that you won't be trouble. He believed in you.

"Hello paddy, the pleasure is all mine" you told him while you shook his hand.

"Calm down guys, please, she changed okay?" Tom told his family.

"You don't know that Thomas" Nikki stated quietly while she looked you in the eyes. You honestly felt kinda guilty. "I love him" you suddenly blurted out of nowhere. "What?" Dominic asked you. "I love your son and I'm gonna prove it to you that I'm a good person, I know what I did in the past but like Tom already said, I've changed and I love him so please give me a chance" you asked them. They all looked at you before harry spoke up,

"You know what, yes, I believe in you too just like paddy so" he stepped forward and hugged you quickly before he said,

"Welcome to the family"

You couldn't be happier.

---

"Darling where are you?" Tom yelled from the bedroom. You were just about to go to sleep but you had other plans. "Coming!" Suddenly you came through the bedroom door with a beautiful but at the same time extremely sexy lingerie in red. Tom's favorite color on you.

"Oh lord have mercy with me" Tom mumble quietly to himself while he looked at you but you heard it loud and clear. You giggled quietly before you made your way to Tom and sat down onto his lap. He put both of his on your ass and looked at your breasts. "My eyes are up here Holland" you said. "Sorry, you just look so… tasty" he said before he leaned in and kissed you passionately. After a few kisses, you leaned in to whisper in his ear,

"Fuck me daddy"

He laughed wickedly before he whispered into your ear,

"Oh kitten, I'm going to fucking destroy you, now your going to be the one that is crying begging and screaming"

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Passchendaele WW2 Extension - The Ladies of the Air Transport Auxiliary

Charlie,

You worry as much as your father, honestly! I am doing just fine here! Holding down the fort bravely in constant preparation for you to return to us and peace to fall once again. We’ve been following the RAF’s plans on promotional posters that the government has put up around town and I always feel a sense of pride when I see the crowd gathered to read – my son is part of all those exciting plans to help save Britain! Evelyn’s working so hard too and she’s been bragging to everyone at the factory that you’re going to be flying the planes they’re all building. I guess you can say we’re all one big ball of pride in our house! Your father too, of course, although he doesn’t show it as easily, I know he’s proud of you. I hope you know it too!

Love always

Mum

March 3, 1941

“New shipment of planes in from London factories today.” one of the other pilots said as the young men sat around at lunch. Charlie smiled to himself into his mess tin as he stirred his food around, thinking of his sister and her constant letters of excitement when it comes to building those same planes he would be receiving that day.

“How are they being delivered?” Richard asked.

“Air Transport Auxiliary.” the pilot answered. “Only the finest women in all of London to fly us our planes.”

“Finest women?” another questioned, his eyes wide.

“Not the finest women.” a third smacked his shoulder, “Just women volunteers with experience in flying so we don’t have to go fetch the planes ourselves.”

“After two years with you lot, any woman will be a fine woman.”

“I forget what a woman looks like.”

“What about the ones in the control room?”

“Nah. They’re all subpar or married.”

“Married? That certainly didn’t stop me.”

Then young men burst into laughter, all talking over each other with their own stories of women, but Charlie and Richard sat quietly together while they ate side by side. The best friends shared little shy smiles amidst the all too experienced men around them who found more pride in hook-ups rather than love. Must have been raised differently.

Soon, the sound of planes overhead got everyone’s attention as the shipment arrived, plane after plane landed carefully on the tarmac. Moments later, all heads in the mess hall turned to watch a group of young women dressed in dark royal blue uniforms encrusted with gold epaulets and a pair of gold wings sewn into the breast saunter inside. There was a pause from the men, all in shock at the beautiful clean kept women in stunning blue uniforms entered the mess hall. A few men jumped up to greet them eagerly and Richard and Charlie just chuckled and turned back to their lunches.

“Some of these men are so desperate.” Richard whispered.

Charlie glanced behind them again to the group of women that was dispersing as they headed to gather their own lunch servings from the canteen, a few held back by some of the pilots or ground crew who were trying to chat them up with flattery. His eyes found the source of a soft laugh that seemed to echo through the hall: a thin framed brunette girl with her hair in tight ringlets that sat messy over her head from her flying helmet that was dangling from her fingers.

Richard followed his best friend’s gaze across the hall when he realized his attempt at conversation was falling upon deaf ears, a small smirk playing at his lips when he saw what Charlie was staring at. He turned back to his best friend and nudged his shoulder, “Go talk to her.”

“What? No.” Charles said quickly and turned back to his lunch. “Everyone else already is. I won’t make any difference.

Richard frowned and looked back towards the crowd by the entrance to the mess hall, watching as the girl politely declined the advances of the man speaking to her and she headed their way towards the canteen.

Charles tried not to stare but the guys weren’t wrong – it had been a while since they had seen any sort of woman and this one in particular really seemed to catch his eye – and he watched discreetly as she walked past their table, her messy curls bouncing, and she pulled her leather gloves off with her teeth and tucked them in the pocket of her royal blue uniform jacket. She approached the canteen to get a serving of lunch with a few of the other girls from the Air Transport Auxiliary.

“Go say hi.” Richard pressed.

“No.” Charlie said under his breath, ducking his head back to his lunch. “She won’t want me anyway.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course, she will.” Richard scoffed.

Charlie just shrugged, scrapping the bottom of his tin with his fork anxiously. His best friend sighed and turned back to the women again. Richard was always the shyer of the two but when it came to Charlie, he did get a little bolder. Bold enough to stand up and raise his hand to the group of three women searching for a spot to sit.

“We have empty seats here.” Richard offered sweetly, his youthful face and wide smile making the girls smile with relief as to not have to sit with some strange desperate older men and suffer through flirtatious and borderline risqué comments. Charlie smacked his best friend in annoyance as he sat back down. Richard only smiled at him innocently.

“Hello.” the young woman smiled at them, sitting herself down right across from Charlie.

“Hi.” he replied softly, ducking his shy smile back to his obviously empty lunch but still scraped his fork along the side regardless.

She unbuttoned her jacket and draped it over the metal table with her helmet and gloves, leaving her in her white button-up and black tie. She held out her hand to Charlie, “I’m Mary.”

He glanced up at her and then took her handshake, “Charlie.”

The other two girls busied themselves talking with Richard while Mary’s eyes dropped to the name tag sewn into Charlie’s breast of his jacket reading his surname.

“Seavey. You aren’t Evelyn’s brother by chance?” Mary asked.

Charlie’s entire face rose into a grinning smile at the mention of his sister, “Yeah. I am.”

“Oh, that’s marvelous. She was going around telling all of us this morning to keep an eye out for you. I’m sure a few more girls are going to come over to pass on the message before we head back.” Mary chuckled.

“How is she? Does she look okay?” Charlie questioned without thinking; it was habit.

“I mean I just met the girl today but I think she looked just fine. Quite chipper despite the raging war we’re facing.”

“That’s Ev for you.” Charlie said, his sad but loving smile not faltering from his face.

One of the girls butted in, “Mary, have you seen Ellie since we landed?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Oh goodness. I hope she didn’t hit a balloon.”

Richard and Charlie’s eyes went wide at the casual suspicion of the girls’ teammate blowing herself up mid-flight. It was nothing they themselves weren’t unfamiliar with but they didn’t expect the women to be familiar with it.

“Do you…see casualties often?” Richard asked.

“Not too often but it’s inevitable. It’s a warzone after all so we’re never safe in the skies…you two certainly understand that.” Mary said as she took a bite of her lukewarm lunch. “But it’s terribly exciting to fly.”

“Isn’t it?” Richard grinned. “I love it.”

“There’s something so peaceful about being up there even if it’s also incredibly dangerous.”

“It’s like you’re the kings of the clouds.” Charlie said.

“And we’ll be the queens of the clouds.” Mary winked sweetly at him.

Richard smirked at his best friend’s blushing cheeks.

When lunch was finished, the girls had to start to head to the trucks that would drive them back to the city and Richard and Charlie walked out with their small group of new friends. There was still some time before they had to leave so they chatted on the tarmac for a bit, Richard seeming to make the other two girls laugh easily which surprised the usually shy boy but he basked in it. He cracked a few jokes and told a few stories and the girls were hanging onto his every word – but mostly just staring at him and his messy brown hair and sparkling grey eyes, the proud spitting image of his father.

“Come with me.” Mary grabbed Charlie’s arm and led him towards the lineup of planes that were resting outside the garage and they passed a few before she took him up to a specific one she seemed to have in mind.

She let go of his arm to climb up onto the wing and Charlie watched with awe as she so easily opened the cockpit and hopped in. He stepped closer to lean over the edge of the plane to see what she was trying to show him: a little scratch mark on the window ledge. At nearly 6’ tall, Charlie only had to raise onto his tiptoes to get a clear view of the initials etched messily into the metal.

MLT – ATA

“What’s that?” Charlie asked.

“’Mary Lois Thompson, Air Transport Auxiliary’. I flew this one over today and thought I’d brand it a little.” she giggled.

“So you’re showing me your crime?” Charlie raised an eyebrow at her.

Mary smiled over at him, “No, I’m showing you because I want you to have my lucky plane.”

“Your lucky plane? You flew it for one afternoon.”

“Oh my goodness, you are seriously no fun at banter.” Mary tisked as she climbed out of the cockpit and jumped right back onto the tarmac. She was much shorter compared to him and Charlie had to nearly look down at her when she stood in front of him. “It flies marvellously well and it has something none of the others do.”

“Or you could be tricking me into flying the worst plane just so I crash.”

“Why would I want the RAF’s most handsome pilot to crash?” she tisked, an innocent little smirk on her face that only grew when his eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink and he turned to the ground shyly.

“Mary! It’s time to go!” one of her friends called across the base.

“That’s my cue.” Mary took a step back to head after her group.

Charlie grabbed her hand to stop her, “W-Will I ever see you again?”

Mary smiled at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m sure you will. Write to the factory and address it to me,” she nodded towards the plane, “you know my name.”

Charlie nodded and let her hand slip out of his as he watched her walk away. He stepped out from behind the row of planes to follow her all the way down the tarmac and to the trucks that were waiting with the rest of the women to head back towards the city. Richard was still standing at the end of the row of planes and he looked back to his best friend with a smile and rushed over to him.

“Did you kiss her?” he asked quickly.

Charlie shook his head, biting back his bashful grin, “No.”

“Why not?!” Richard smacked his shoulder. “She was obviously interested in you.”

“I’m going to write her first.” Charlie smiled lightly and then turned to his best friend, “Besides, even if I did kiss her, why would I tell you?”

“I’m your best friend! Known you our whole lives! You best be telling me, you bastard!” Richard gasped and gave him a shove, just making Charles laugh.

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dreamsimp · 3 years

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ballrooms and butterflies

a little something i wrote

@doodlerage helped me edit it <3

there he was, his best friend, halfway across the gorgeous substantial "ballroom", with a huge grin on his pretty face. dream could get used to seeing the brown-eyed boy in this lighting. it was like he was radiating a soft golden glow. blue looks really good on him, dream thought, even though it was just his tie that was blue. regardless, the brunet looked absolutely stunning. it gave dream butterflies.

"george!" dream cried out as the two ran to meet and almost collide in the middle of humongous gym. "i thought you were going to stand me up," he stated jokingly, out of breath, a great smile on his faintly freckled face.

george threw his left hand up to cover his heart in mock offense. "oh, i would never," he laughed out, an equally large beam on his lips.

"shall we?" dream asked, offering the crook of his arm for george to take, the former bowing slightly.

george hooked their arms together before saying, "we shall."

it didn't take too long for the two men to arrive at their group of friends on the other side of the room, who were already dancing to the music, hands on hips and shoulders.

while sapnap and karl were jokingly twirling each other around, dipping each other and laughing like little school girls, bad and skeppy were genuinely entranced with one another, bad's hands curled around the slightly shorter's waist and the latter's hands interlocked behind bad's neck, the two staring lovingly into each other's eyes as they swayed steadily.

karl was the first out of the to couples to notice the two best friends join their group, shouting a, 'hey guys!' as he was dipped backwards by sapnap, looking at the two boys from upside down with a broad smirk on his face.

"hi!" dream greeted, george giving a small hello and direct wave with his vacant arm.

dream turned his attention over to skeppy and bad, the two still basically on top of each other, and smirked. "i see you guys are having fun," he said, receiving laughs and snickers from the other couple and the boy beside him.

"yeah, we are having fun," skeppy said, his voice sounding slightly offended. "got a problem with that, dream?"

"no, no, of course not," dream replied. "you guys are cute, keep doin' whatever you were doin'," he added with a genuine smile, catching bad's cheeks paint a dark pink as skeppy grabbed his hand gently, muttering a 'c'mon, love' so only bad could hear as he led him further away from the group, a content grin on his face.

"okay," sapnap started once the the skephalo couple was out of their auditory range. "while they go, like, eye-fuck or something, y'all wanna go dance?"

"oh, heck yeah!" karl shouted excitedly while pumping his fist in the air, dream and george also giving joyous shouts of approval.

dream and sapnap each pulled their dates closer to the middle of the dance floor, nearing towards tommy and tubbo who were just having a friendly conversation.

"hey guys!" sapnap accosted the two freshman boys, the other three giving shorter greetings and hellos with little smiles.

"hello sapnap!" tommy greeted back obnoxiously.

"hello, guys," tubbo said happily with a small grin.

"are y'all enjoying yourselves?" karl asked, shaking tubbo's hand ecstatically as they hadn't ever officially met before then.

"yeah!" tubbo replied. "we're just chillin'."

"yeah, we were just over there with wilbur and nihachu," tommy added, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of their friends. "yeah, but then they started making goo-goo eyes at each other and it got really weirdchamp, so we left," he finished, an awkward toothy grin plastered on his face.

"yeah, they were definitely flirting," tubbo stated, struggling to use tommy's shoulder as an arm rest.

"yeah, they do that," george sighed jokingly as he laughed a little, his arm still hooked tightly with dream's as if he didn't want him to let go. which he undoubtedly was not going to do, not any time soon, at least.

"well, anyway, we're probably gonna go dance now, right guys?" dream ensured with his friends, and they all gave nods or quick 'yeah's of approval.

"okay, you do that. big t and i are probably going to the snack bar, does anyone want anything?" tommy concluded.

"i'll take some chocolate raisins, if they have any," george spoke up.

tommy sighed. "you are so weird, georgenotfound," he shook his head disapprovingly, grabbing tubbo's forearm from his shoulder, the latter giving a short wave of farewell with his unoccupied arm as tommy dragged him towards the food area.

"you are so weird, georgenotfound," the texan mocked once the children were out of ear-shot, receiving short laughs from the other boys.

"okay, can we actually go dance now?" george asked eagerly.

"damn, george, you want to dance with him that much, huh?" sapnap asked, nodding his head at dream, the latter just chuckling softly and staring fondly at the older boy beside him.

"shut up," the shortest of the group mumbled, heat rising to his pale cheeks as he ducked his head to his shoulders out of embarrassment.

"c'mon, sap, my love," karl declared dramatically after a few moments of silence between the group. "come dance with me!" and with that, he led sapnap further away from dream and george, the latter two now alone.

"they're so weird and in love," dream wheezed noisily, unconsciously tugging george impossibly closer.

"are they even dating?" george asked, brows furrowed.

"i don't think so but they might as well be," dream chuckled before unhooking their arms, disappointment noticeably flashing in george's eyes until dream bowed dramatically, offering his hand in front of the brit. "may i have this dance?" he asked, looking up at the boy in front of him, his eyes sparkling with something george didn't recognize in his friend.

"you may," george said almost hesitantly, beaming nervously from ear to ear, taking dream's hand gingerly.

and as soon as their hands touched, dream withdrew his own and placed it on one side of george's waist, only to pull it back again and rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"i don't, heh, i don't actually know how to dance," he chuckled nervously. "i didn't think i'd get this far." he seized george's hand once again and gently rubbed his thumb over his knuckles.

"i don't either, here," george said, taking a firmer grip on dream's hand and placing it back on his waist, his other hand moving to hold dream's.

"well, it seems to me like you know what you're doing," the taller smirked.

"well, i-.. i took some sort of dance classes a couple years back," george told the american timorously. "i don't remember much but i kind of know what to do. here, just- sway, i think?" he finished, occasionally taking short steps back and to the side, leading the dance.

"wait, that's actually pretty cool george," dream said. "what type of dancing did you learn?"

"um, like, ballroom, contemporary, and, uh, one more that i can't seem to remember at the moment." he did remember. he learnt ballet, he just didn't feel like being teased or made fun of just then.

"dude, george, that's really cool!" dream said in awe. the thought of george genuinely being able to dance and be good at it was extremely attractive to dream. it sent a tornado of butterflies through his stomach and his cheeks colored a light shade of pink.

dream suddenly got a spark of confidence and decided to take one of george's hands and twirl him once and dip him; successfully, might i add. dream caught the older's cheeks turn a slight pinkish at his antics and the former smiled softly to himself. george looked fucking astonishing to dream and he was completely entranced by his glowing beauty. dream couldn't keep his eyes off the golden shining boy in front of him.

"hey, george," dream whispered once their dancing slowed back to swaying gently. "you- you look good in a suit," he told the other, largely grinning as his eyes gleamed with confidence.

george made a face of playful disgust. "thanks, dream," he said, voice just quieter than normal.

dream just chuckled and wheezed the way he does and george couldn't help but join in. dream's laugh was just too contagious.

"oh my god, look," dream was now looking distantly to the left, eyes glued to sapnap and karl. the latter of which was bent over backwards, dipped by sapnap who kissed him right on the mouth.

"oh my god, that's disgusting!"

"disgusting?"

"yeah they're, like, making out!"

"george, it was just a normal short kiss. HEY SAPNAP!" dream called. sapnap looked in their direction at the yell of his name. dream only winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up to which sapnap rolled his eyes, his cheeks coloring furiously and karl only giggling nervously, a huge grin on his face.

"aww, look at them," dream said adoringly. "they've never kissed before, right?"

"no, just, like, joking flirting and stuff," the shorter replied. "i'm pretty sure at least."

"yeah, well, i guess it wasn't joking because they just fucking kissed!"

"yeah, good for them."

a few moments of silence and then, "hey," from dream. at this george brought his stare to dreams eyes. "i just wanted to, um, thank you for," he cleared his throat nervously, "y'know, coming to the dance with me," the boy finished.

"oh, yeah, of course," george said, giving dream a soft smile. "you're my best friend, who else would i go with?"

"well, yeah, but we aren't together or anything so you still could've gone with someone else."

"well.. i didn't want to go with anyone else," george said, quiet and nervous.

"awww, you wanted to go with meee?" dream wheezed softly.

"oh, shut up," the brunet said, slapping one of dream's arms and joining in with his laughter.

"um, george," dream spoke up tentatively after their giggles subsided, avoiding george's gaze as he gently rubbed circles into the brunet's hip with his thumb subconsciously. "i kinda wanna tell you something."

at this, george got nervous, butterflies fluttering rapidly in his tummy. "w-what is it?" the chocolate eyed man asked anxiously.

dream hesitated momentarily, chewing his bottom lip softly.

"dream, c'mon, you're making me nervous."

"no, no, don't worry," he quickly assured his friend. "it's nothing bad, i promise."

george let out an anxious sigh of relief. "whew, okay, good," he said.

"so, um.." he brought his hand back to his neck rubbing it once, then letting it slide down to the collar of his shirt, gingerly messing with it. "you wont think differently of me right?"

"no, i would never," george promised.

dream hesitated a little longer, opening his mouth every few moments only to close it again, trying to figure out how to put this into words.

"well..?" george persisted.

"hey, don't rush me, i am gathering courage, leave me alone," he half chuckled

"okay, sorry, sorry," george apologized, raising one hand as if to surrender.

a few more moments of delay and then-

"i- i think i like guys," dream blurted. "guys, also. like as in addition to liking girls. i like both. i like guys and girls-" fuck, he was rambling now. "i'm bi."

george placed a gentle hand on the other's shoulder, looking him softly in the eyes, jade meeting chocolate. "dream," he said firmly but comfortingly. "that's great."

"holy shit, thank god," dream breathed, resting his hand on top of george's that was on his shoulder and letting his head drop gently onto george's shoulder, his eyes closing. "you have no idea how much that took, oh my god.. thank you, george."

"yeah, duh, you think i wouldn't support you? you're my best friend!"

"thanks, george."

"yeah, guess what?"

"what?"

"i also like guys. but only guys. i'm gay."

dream lifted his head from the other's shoulder and grabbed both of george's shoulders excitedly, a broad grin on his rosy tinted face. "george, holy shit that's awesome!" george only smiled brighter, a sight dream thought could never get old to him. a sight that sends enormous waves of butterflies through his tummy every time he sees it.

"also, george," he began, a little more hushed than before.

"there's an also?!" george shouted to which dream wheezed obnoxiously and told him to calm down.

"yes, george," told the brunet. "i- i think i'm in love with you."

george's eyes widened. "holy shit."

"'holy shit'?" dream parroted, his brows furrowed. "is- is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad 'holy shit'?"

"its a good 'holy shit', what the fuck, dream, you love me back?"

"love you back..." dream repeated absentmindedly. "holy shit!" and suddenly dream had george's face in both of his hands and they were barely an inch apart. dream bit his lip gingerly before saying, "can i please kiss you?" as he tilted george's head up ever so slightly with the knuckle of his index finger. dream's voice was full of love and adoration and george just about melted right then and there.

"oh my god, please," george whispered, his breath mingling with dream's.

and right as their lips were about to touch-

"HELLO GEORGENOTFOUND, I HAve your- holy shit, what did we just walk into, tubbo?"

"tommy, oh my god, you've gotta be kidding me!" dream shouted at the younger boy after him and george quickly pulled away from each other as if they were teenagers being caught in the act.

"uhh, sorry big d," tommy apologized awkwardly, tubbo smacking a hand to his face and groaning.

"tommy, i told you we shouldn't have come over here yet, they were having a moment!" tubbo scolded his friend, gesturing to the two older men with one arm.

"i, uh, have your chocolate raisins if you still want them, george," he ignored his significantly shorter friend's words as he shoved the bag of raisins into george's hand and was ultimately ushered away by tubbo.

"fucking children, my god," dream said, smacking the palm of his hand into his forehead, george staying silent, the latter's cheeks painting a furious shade of pink out of embarrassment. "they always ruin shit, like oh my god, like, did they not even see us before they came over here? what the-"

"come here, you idiot," george finally said, wrapping his arms around dream's neck as their lips collided, softly yet passionately.

the amount of times dream had gotten butterflies whenever george smiled that big dumb grin of his at him or when he laughed really hard from something stupid dream did, none of those times came even close to comparing to the size of the swarm of butterflies that were in his stomach at this moment.

george wasn't a bad kisser, no, not at all. dream would say he was quite good at it, in fact. the shorter's lips were slightly chapped yet still so soft against dream's. his lips tasted somewhat minty from what dream assumed was mint gum or something that the brunet had been chewing earlier. dream felt like his head was full of fuzz and his stomach was full of butterflies doing gymnastics in there. it was as if he was floating. he felt tingles in every bit of skin that was touching george, those areas he was extremely hyperaware of. dream never wanted this moment to end, but sadly people needed to breathe.

dream reluctantly pulled away after a few moments once he could feel his lungs burning from the lack of air flow. "woah," he breathed before pecking george's lips one last time; short and sweet.

"woah, indeed-"

"WOOOO!"

"HELL YEAH, FINALLY, OH MY GOD!"

"were you two watching the whole fucking time!?" george yelled at karl and sapnap, the latter two giggling like a couple of fucking school girls.

"uhm," sapnap muttered.

"well, technically, not the whole time," karl said. "just while y'all were making out."

"oh my god, have either of you heard of privacy?" dream shouted, exasperated.

"well, you guys watched us kiss!" sapnap remarked. "this was payback!"

"payback- you are such a nimrod, sapnap!" george said, throwing his hands in the air.

eventually, karl and sapnap walked off, saying something about going off to go find skeppy and bad, while dream and george just sort of stood next to each other as close as close can get, hand in hand. dream was slowly rubbing circles into george's small hand when the shorter suddenly turned to him, his eyes full of hope and love.

"boyfriends?" he asked, tentatively pulling their interlocked hands up so they were in both of the boys' field of vision.

"hmmm, i dunno, you're kind of smelly," dream replied though there was no bite to his words.

"please?"

dream had no choice but to accept; george was just too fucking cute. "you can't do that, otherwise i won't ever be able to say no to you," dream told the boy, slowly inching his face closer, his unoccupied hand coming up to cradle the back of the brit's neck.

"and that's a bad thing?" he asked, a knowing look in his eyes.

dream gently pressed their foreheads together. "not necessarily, if it makes you happy," the blond smirked, watching the boy in front of him turn bright red.

"shut up, that's so mushy, oh my god," he said closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out.

"boop!" dream giggled after giving a quick peck to the smaller's nose.

"you're such an idiot," he said, as if it was a term of endearment. but who's to say it wasn't for them?

"i'm your idiot, though."

"yeah," george muttered, so only dream could hear, squeezing the other's hand just a little tighter and leaning his head on his shoulder. yeah, this definitely gave him butterflies.

#dreamnotfound #tommy and tubbo are there too #karlnap #side ship tho #a little skephalo #also side ship #i think my favorite bits are when tommy and tubbo are there #i swear my writing has gotten better since i last posted a oneshot #please #actually pretty proud of this

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It had to be you (Count Orlo x Female Reader)

Chapter 1: Serendipity

Summary: your friend Marial gets you a job as her assistant. It’s your first day. You’re late and afraid you might have wasted your chance, but luck is just around the corner.

Notes: well, this turned out longer than I thought, and, if I may be honest with you, I’m still not sure how is it going to end. But I’m having a lot of fun writing it so...

The title comes from a song by Ray Charles that I was casually listening to when I began writing this fic.

Anyway... I really hope you like it guys ;)

Warnings: Cursing.

Words: 2015

Read it on AO3

Gif by: awesomethingsandsuch

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It's your first day of work and you’re already coming late. You should have paid more attention to Marial, when she showed you the way to the empress’ chambers the day before. But no, you were too busy daydreaming and admiring the beauty of the palace to even attempt to memorize all the corridors and doors. Now you’re rushing through its vastness, hoping you’d be right on time when needed and still have a job by tomorrow.

You walk as fast as you can, while successfully avoiding bumping into someone or something. People in the corridors look at you like watching a fly who has flown inside a room and now tries to find the way out. You hear murmuring and laughs behind you. You blush with embarrassment; nervousness makes you stumble, and almost fall down next to a group of not-very-friendly-looking nobles.

“Well done.” You thought to yourself. “You’ve already fucked it up, haven’t you?”

You hurry around the corner at the end of the hall, so distracted by your own thoughts that you don’t see the young man walking in your direction. You bump into him violently, the impact making both of you stumble back. The man gasps in shook drooping the book he was holding in his hand.

“I’m…I’m so s-sorry.” You pant while picking up an old dark brown volume from the floor.

“’Meditations and… Other Metaphysical… Writings.’” Between sharp deep breaths, you read the golden letters written on its spine, before handing it back to him.

Your gazes meet and you blush, unable to look away from his gentle brown eyes. Your own mind goes blank and you get a funny feeling in your stomach; breathing shallow and irregular.

The man’s eyes are wide open and his lips slightly parted in amazement. Once he realizes he’s been staring at you for too long, he breaks eye contact and shyly adjusts his glasses. If you weren’t too busy trying to gather your thoughts together, you could swear he is blushing too.

“No, I-I-I am sorry. I should have paid more attention.” He finally replies, looking down with regret. “A-a-are you, alright?” His voice raspy and insecure, his big brown eyes examining you with concern.

“I am. Thank you.” You say. The man’s expression relaxes at your words.

“W-well. In that case. I-I must go. If you excuse me.” He awkwardly bobs his head to you and begins walking away.

“W-wait. Please. I have to be at the empress’ quarters, but I think I’m lost. Could you please show me the way?” You beg him, don’t even trying to hide the desperation in your voice. Besides, he seems like the only person around who would agree to help you, so you don’t waste your chance. The man meditates your request for a moment, while you hold your breath hoping for an affirmative answer.

“I-I suppose I can do that. Please, follow me.” He finally replays, giving you a quick smile, and turning around to lead the way to the empress’s chambers. You follow him instantly, trying to keep up his pace.

“I am Y/N. By the way.” You finally dare to speak once silence has become too awkward. “I’m the new empress’ girl. I’ll be assisting Marial.”

“I am Count Orlo. Nice to meet you.” He says with a gentle tone, nodding at you. Then focusing on the corridor ahead.

“Nice to meet you too.” You give him a sincere smile while trying to remember why his name sounds so familiar.

Even though you will probably lose your job, you are rather thankful for getting lost and meeting Orlo. He appears to be a very interesting and kind person. Not to mention, he is also very handsome; something you find yourself admiring from time to time as the two of you walk through the palace. The image of his hypnotizing big brown eyes and his pink parted lips refusing to leave your mind.

Quickly, you shake those thoughts away, as you’re not supposed to be having them. He’s a noble, you a serf, and, for your own sake, it would be better if you learn your place from the start. Besides, someone like him would probably be already taken, he may even have… kids…

“No. You can’t be him!” You suddenly say, a little too loud for your own liking, making Orlo’s heart skip a beat.

“W-what do you mean?” Orlo gives you a questioning look, visibly startled by your abrupt and blaring comment.

“Well… Earlier today, I heard some men talking about this guy in the emperor’s court, who was nothing but a coward and an insufferable know-it-all. Also, not the kind of man a woman would gladly fuck. Hence, the name they gave him: Orlo the Virgin. But…” You quickly cut yourself off, realizing what you just said.

Orlo clenches his jaw and let out a hurt sigh. A hint of sadness appears in his eyes, and your heart breaks into pieces. “Way to go, idiot.” You mentally punish yourself for being so thoughtless.

“I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to…” Words get stuck in your mouth. You know you hurt him, but embarrassment and remorse hinder you from articulating a proper apology. You decide to remain silent. Your stomach tied in knots.

“Empress’ chambers are at the end of that corridor over there. Have a good day.” Without looking at you, Orlo points at the nearest hallway and walks away in the other direction.

“Orlo, wait!... Please.” You say before he disappears into the lounge he is heading to. Orlo stops midway, but his back remains facing you.

“Don’t think I’m saying this just to be nice or because I pity you…” You say, moving towards him.

“Sorry. It’s that supposed to be an apology?” His tone bitter and littered with disappointment.

“I’m just being honest. Please let me finish…” You make a pause hoping he would listen to you. Orlo still avoiding to look at you.

“When I heard those idiots, I mean, those men talking. I was expecting to meet a hideous man. Like a creature with crooked teeth, a face full of pustules, and...” You pause, acknowledging that you’re starting to sound like an idiot.

“What I’m trying to say is…” You walk to stand beside him while attempting to find the right words that match your true feelings. His eyes fixed on the floor.

“I just met you, therefore I can’t attest to the truth of their words, but something tells me that you are a very interesting person. Also, if I may…” You hesitate for a moment, unsure about whether you should say what you’re about to. Orlo’s expression seems softened by your words, still, there’s suspicion in his eyes.

“You are way more handsome than I would have expected.” You let out. It really doesn’t matter if your words come as inappropriate. That’s how you feel and you don’t have the intention to hide it.

Your honest remark makes him blush, and your heart melts. Orlo looks the other way, hiding his face from you. He breathes sharply and his muscles tense.

“I-I-I have to go.” He finally replies and leaves.

You remain still; staring blankly at the place where, just a moment ago, Orlo was standing in. A swarm of thoughts rushing through your mind, but all with two words in common: ‘What if…’.

What if you just messed everything up? What if you read the situation wrong and made him angrier? What if…

“Oh! There you are!” Marial’s voice snaps you back to reality. “Where the fuck you’ve been, Y/N!?”

“I-I…” You freeze. Marial grabs you by the arm and drags you towards the empress’ chambers.

“You’re lucky to have me as your friend, Y/N. Otherwise, you would hold the record for the Shortest Period of Service ever.”

***

The shift is over. You had a busy day, but not a bad one. The empress was very nice to you and you are very thankful for that. As long as you be there when needed and do everything you've been told, you're going to be fine.

Tired, but unable to sleep, you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Indeed, you didn't lose the job and it relieves you, but your mind is busy with something else.

The thoughts about what happened earlier today rushing through your mind, making you uneasy. You wish you could talk to Orlo just one more time, and thank him for helping you, but you are quite sure he hates you already. The mere thought of it saddens you.

You wonder why those men said something so rude about Orlo. Judging by the look on his face when you told him about it, you can be sure it wasn’t the first time he heard those kinds of things; which makes everything even worse.

Yes, he is surely a little awkward and shy, but he is also one of the few people in Peter’s Court that has treated you with respect and has seen you as a human instead of a tool. Maybe that’s the reason why the other men treat him like they do. He’s one of the few who appears like having a soul.

***

You don’t see Orlo for the next 3 days, and his absence is affecting you more than you wish; more than you would like to admit. If the Count is trying to avoid you, he’s making a pretty damn good job.

“Are you alright Y/N? You look a little… sad.” Marial’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Yes. I guess.” You reply, trying not to sound so serious, but Marial’s expression tells you failed.

Suddenly, someone enters the room. Your heart almost jumps from your chest when you see Orlo’s standing in the doorway.

“Y/N. May I talk to you?” Orlo says with a serious expression. Without a second thought, you follow the Count to an adjacent room; leaving Marial with a confused look.

“I apologize for leaving like that the other day. It was disrespectful and childish.” He says once you are alone. The look in his eyes is sincere and you realize how truly sorry he is.

“Apology accepted. I’m glad you don’t hate me for what I said.” You say followed by a warm smile. Orlo blushes and breaks eye contact instantly.

“N-never.” He says, shyly smiling back at you. “I-I noticed you can read. If you want, I can recommend you a pair of volumes I’m really fond of.” His face lightness as soon as he speaks about books. It is clear he enjoys sharing his reading passion with others, and you can’t help but melt at how cute he looks.

“Sure. I’m looking forward to it!” You reply moving closer to him. “Thanks for helping me find the right way the other day.” You say before, placing a light kiss on his cheek. Orlo tenses at the sudden contact, his breathing quickens.

“I-I-I...” He says, moving away from you and nervously looking around.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I-I don’t know what I was thinking.” You hasten to say, looking down embarrassed.

“N-no needs to apologize, but thanks.” He says, awkwardly bobbing his head. “Have a nice day, Y/N.”

“Have a nice day, Count Orlo.” You smile gently while nodding at him.

Your eyes remain fixed on the count as he leaves the room. A long blissful sigh escapes you as soon as he is gone.

“Care to explain to me what did just happen, Y/N?” Marial asks while moving in front of you to take a better look at your face.

“Oh my god! You like him!” She exclaims when she notices the stupidly sweet expression on your face.

“Shut up Marial. We have things to do.” You reply, quickly grabbing a cushion from a chair and fluffing it; pretending to do something useful while trying to hide your embarrassment.

You are not sure what is what Orlo makes you feel, but it seems too good to ignore it. Hopefully one day you’ll find out, for now, you must concentrate on your work.

#count orlo #sacha dhawan #the great #the master #doctor who #count orlo x reader #female reader #reader insertion #it had to be you

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yandere-society · 4 years

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Day 11 | Santa Tell Me

Synopsis: You’ve always been strangely scared of Santa as a child. The thought of a stranger in heavy boots breaking into your home and rummaging through your stuff has always terrified you. And you felt that terror right now, in this instant, as you laid there with two men in bright green suits hovering over your pretend-sleeping form.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Vmin x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, bad crack, attempted kidnapping, stalking, stupid jokes, joke about religion, swearing, bad mouthing Santa

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You really hated Christmas.

You hated everything that had to do with Christmas. All the sugary deserts, the unhealthy binging, the fake family bonding and seasonal depression longing. The freezing weather that froze your toes and pipes, the blinding red and greens, otherwise known as holiday delights. The overzealous consumerism around every corner, the empty materialism that gave everyone boners. The deforestation and self-righteousness, the ugly sweaters and proud religious mess. You hated Christmas and its warping spider’s net and all the very, merry, happy, holy, holly, jolly shit that went along with it.

It wasn’t like you ever had a good Christmas to change your mind. When you were six, every girl at school had the brand-new light up Princess Dolly sneakers for Christmas but thanks to your skinflint of a dad, you got the direct knock off; Princess Polly sneakers. Polly with a PUH. They didn’t even fucking light up. To this day you get nightmares from the bullying. At 15, you got typhoid fever before the big ski vacation and while everyone else got to go have the time of their life, you were stuck rotting at home with your weird cousin Sigil who collected the dead skins from snake sheds. And just last year, at an unbearably boring office party, your ex best friend and crush made out under the mistletoe for 15. Whole. Minutes. Last you heard of them, they were engaged.

Let’s not even start about your irrational fear of Santa Claus. Every bad Christmas could be traced back to him. You cried the first time you heard your dad describe the bearded old man. Your reaction confused the hell out of him but to you, he was the strange one. What kind of parent allows an overgrown, capitalist bear man who dresses in red and brainwashes elf and reindeer to come into their home using the chimney and spy on their kids throughout the whole year? Was he a sadist? When you were younger, you would wet the bed just thinking of him stomping around your house in the dark. Safe to say, you never left him any cookies. Now, you’re just glad you grew out of the phase of believing in such a horrid creature like Santa Claus. Finally, you could sleep happy knowing that no one would sneak into your house in the middle of the night.

So, while we’re on that topic…who exactly were the two men whispering in the dark inside your room if it’s definitely not Santa?

“We have to quickly get back before he notices we’re missing. QUICKLY, Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. Let me just untangle this rope, Jimin.”

Who the fuck were Taeyoong and Jimmy and what the fuck were they doing in your house? That’s what you were thinking as you laid on your bed pretending to be asleep, absolutely still in the complete dark. Of course, you had a break in on the night of Christmas because why the fuck not. What made you think this one year, your Christmas day would turn out okay?

You were stuck even further because you lost the window of opportunity to wake up and startle the intruders and perhaps scream for help because since the moment they snuck in (3 minutes ago) you did nothing but lay there listening to their banter like the idiot you are. Maybe you could pretend all their ‘noise’ woke you up, but then again you weren’t too fond of your acting skills.

But honestly, who were they? What did they want? Why did they keep mentioning returning before this ‘he’ found out they were gone?

As you were pondering your crisis, someone blew straight into your ear. You shot up from the bed with a scream and immediately turned on the lamp beside you. Two men in strange green tunics and stockings, pointy ears, and tall hats with a bell stare back at you with an equally horrified expression.

They were dressed up as…elves?

“See, I told you she was awake.” The one on your right, resembling a small animal, possibly the bastard who blew in your ear, chirps.

“Wow, you really do have night vision, Jiminie.” The taller one behind the edge of your bed, the one holding a rope says, while staring at you in a daze.

“Who the fuck are you both? How did you get in? What do you want?” You shout, bringing your comforter to your chest.

All they do is stare at you with lovesick eyes to which you scowl. Hold on, why were your potential murderers so hot?

“_-___,” The one on the right calls you carefully. He had round and soft features with a sharp jaw. Slender eyes and bright pink hair matching his rosy cheeks on his otherwise cute pale face. “It’s an honor to finally meet you…my name is J-Jimin.”

“I’m Taehyung.” You turn to the man with the rope. His features were extremely well proportioned and downright lethal. A devilishly handsome face, beautiful golden skin and dark brown mopy hair. He appeared and sounded like a mature sugar daddy but stared at you like a 12-year-old pervert.

You sat silent after the two men’s greetings. What were you supposed to say after intruders introduced themselves? Nice to meet you? And how did they know your name?

“…O-Okay…Jimin, Taehyung…why are you in my house.”

“We’re here to kidnap you.” Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into crescents.

“E…Excuse me?”

“Yeah! We’re here because we love you and we want you for ourselves, so we have to take you from your home.” Taehyung says, stretching the rope in his hands.

“WHAT?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Did you perhaps start hallucinating after your edible once again? Because that would explain this crazy ass dream you were having right now. Since when did you have an elf kink though?

“So you see,” Jimin begins walking to stand beside Taehyung so now they were both in front of you, “We’re Santa’s elves. We were the ones assigned to watch over you, see if you were naughty or nice.”

“Pfft, you’re very naughty~” Taehyung giggles, blushing like crazy. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“And over the years,” Jimin continues, “We came to fall in love with you to the point of obsession. So now we want to kidnap you and take you to the north pole where we three will live in a polyamorous relationship and only me and Taehyung will get to be with you.”

“We’ll fuck every day.” Taehyung chimes in proudly, earning a smack to the back of his head from Jimin who mutters ‘not yet.’

“Ahahaha, what Taehyung meant was…of course any sexual relationship would be consensual. No means no, after all.” Jimin winks awkwardly

You just sat there, mouth wide open as your brain refused to process all the information that was just presented to you. So not only were your intruders dressed up as elves, but they were also clinically insane.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“W-wait! We can prove it to you!” Jimin jumps, rushing back to your side. “When you were 10, you really wanted a MayaMaya doll collection set didn’t you? You didn’t tell your dad about it because you thought he would get you the knock off; the Papaya doll collection. It was the first and only time you were okay with Santa coming into your house, so you didn’t even set the bear trap in the fireplace like you did every year.”

He was right. What the fuck.

“W…how did you know that?”

“We saw you.” Jimin says, eyes soft and smile tender, “You were wishing so earnestly that Christmas Eve, it almost made me cry.”

“W…wait so…Santa is real?”

“Of course.” They sang in unison

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, time out.” You huff, “He’s been real this whole time, yet he’s never gotten me what I wanted for Christmas?”

“Oh, my love.” Taehyung strides up and sits on your side of the bed, taking your hand in his. “It was out of our hands…we tried to get you on the nice list, but he could sense your bad vibes…also I’m pretty sure he was salty you never left him cookies. He is sort of petty.”

“So you’re telling me that hippy bitch Claire really did deserved that large purple dollhouse more than me?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t been on the nice list for a long time now…all she asks for are sex toys.” Taehyung stares off into the distance.

“How long have ya’ll been watching me?”

“We are supposed to stop once a kid doesn’t believe in Santa anymore...but we were just always rooting for you. Before we knew it, we were watching you way into adulthood...and then slowly we started falling in love with you.” Jimin blushes

“...Have ya’ll seen me-”

“Naked? No...but we really want to.” Taehyung bites his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe this…” You groan, placing a palm over your forehead.

“Hey now, Jesus didn’t die today for you to be full of despair.” The taller elf rubs your hand with his thumb

“No, you idiot. He was born today…I think.” Jimin tsks

“Oh…well the point still stands. Don’t be sad my love. We never want you to have a bad Christmas again.”

“Anyway, we should hurry before Santa notices we abandoned him. That ass-kisser Jin also tagged along so we don’t have to worry too much about our portion of the presents since he would love to show off how competent he is to Santa all by himself. We can just say we ran a bit late because some kid almost woke up.” Jimin tells Taehyung to which he nods, getting his rope ready.

Oh right, this was a kidnapping. You forgot.

“___, just stay perfectly still and we’ll easily load you into the bottom of Santa’s gift sack. That thing is huge, no one will notice but us.”

“Guys, wait.” You say to which they freeze. “Let me think about this.”

They look at you with pleading puppy dog eyes and you start to contemplate it. Should you go with the two elves that barged into your house and tried to kidnap you and possibly turn you into a sex slave?

…

What were the pros and cons?

If you go to the North Pole, you’d basically be stuck with everything you hate about Christmas all year round. But could it be that bad seeing how smoking these two elves were? They could easily keep you warm. Were all elves this hot? Wait…could Santa possibly be hot? Your mouth watered thinking about it. Is this an enemies to lovers AU after all?

Whatever it was, it was interesting and more importantly you had a lot of unfinished business with the man in red. You could see it now, forming a mutiny with all the elves. Killing Claus and taking over his empire. Then it would be you who rules Christmas and boy, do you have a few changes you wanted to make like the beginning of this story states. Finally, all your wishes will come true. This time you WILL get the light up Princess Dolly sneakers and MayaMaya doll collection set.

And so, with a sinister plot forming in your head, you smile at the two eager elves in front of you.

“Alright boys, let’s go.”

Maybe this Christmas won’t be so bad after all.

#bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #yandere bts #yandere jimin #bts crack #yandere taehyung

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blackypanther9 · 3 years

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Part 38 - The memories...

You = Your dream/past/memory - self.

No one’s POV...

As you slept, a weird dream happened.

In your dream...

You stood in a very weird village yet...it also felt very familiar to you. As if you once lived there...

"Dest !", someone yelled happily.

You smiled at a girl with dark blue hair and beautiful rainbow colored eyes.

"******** !", you (dream self) said.

You couldn't hear the name, because some stupid static sounds appeared. You cringed at that.

"Hello Destiny ! How are you ?", a boy with brown, messy hair and bronze eyes said.

You heard right...bonze. You smiled back at him.

"Great Rexon. You ?"

"I missed you...", he said pulling you into a hug.

"Destiny my Love !!", screamed a girl, running to you.

You cringed and stared at her, disgusted. She tried to tackle you down with a hug. Sadly. You dodged her attack in a quick movement, with ease. She fell on her stomach and landed on the ground, hard.

"Oof !"

She looked at you, hurt.

"Why didn't you catch me ?! We are destined to be together !"

You looked at her in disgust.

"Stay away from me, Leondra. We aren't destined to be together ! I don't love annoying, stupid girls. I'm no lesbian ! Now fuck off !!!", you yelled aggressively.

She stared at you in shock and pain. Then her eyes darkened and her face was red.

"You WILL be MINE !!!", she screamed and attacked you.

You grabbed her fist, as she threw it at you, and twisted it until it made a loud 'CRACK !'. Leondra screamed, while your friends laughed at her, you just gave her a face with no emotions. After you had enough, you let her go and she ran, crying, away. Suddenly someone touched your shoulder. You turned around, quick, and flipped the person to the ground. Black hair and orange, surprise filled eyes fell into your sight. Familiar ones, you smiled.

"Gernaldo Alonso Brut ! My old friend. How are you, Scarson ?", you teased.

He huffed, but grinned at you. You reached your hand out to him, he grabbed it, but instead of getting up, he pulled you down on top of himself. You yelped in surprise and punched him playfully. After some time of laughing, you both got up.

Suddenly your surroundings were changing.

You were in a big room with 10 men there...they looked weird. Then you remembered ! The conference room ! You didn't know anymore than that.

"Destiny Andrea Dust...Your punishment will be a long travel in space. Find other planets, realms and races. Find out everything about them (culture, lifespan, weaknesses, strength, etc....). Find out how they call their own race too. Understood ?", one of the men said.

"When shall I come back ?"

"After one year you have to return, with all your knowledge you collected.", another man said.

"Then I understood. I accept my punishment.", you told them in a monotone voice.

You were dismissed and stormed out to get ready for your departure, called....home....

Then you suddenly saw images. You were at the race Gamora was from, the race called Zehoberei. Then you were even on Midgard ! But there still lived dinosaurs...At least for 2 more days. You saw Nebula's kind too ! Her race was called the Luphomoid. In every realm, you were, you talked, played, ate, drank and laughed with them. You actually really noted everything they told you and took pictures of them, with you in it. It was always heartbreaking to leave to another planet. One day...you were on a planet, named....Titan. You met them all...they were so kind to you, well...except one...A boy named...Thanos. You met the mad Titan as little boy ! After they told you everything, which took 3 days straight, you had to leave to another planet. Sadly...this was the last planet...And your calendar showed you that you still had years left...In space...it took longer than in your home. MUCH longer...

Suddenly there was another flashback. You stood on weird ground. Then you remembered where you were ! Morag ! You saw 4 beings in front of you, smiling. Death, Infinity, Eternity and Entropy...

"Hey Dest ! Are you coming ? Lunch is ready !", one of them said.

"Okay ! Give me a second Eternity, I will be there !", you said.

"Okay."

As 3 of them left one came to you. They stood next to you.

"You are dying, my friend. Why don't you tell us ? Maybe we can help you and safe your life."

"Death...You can't heal this disease. It is slowly killing me from inside. There is nothing you could do."

"Destiny...I already have a solution."

You turned to Death and looked at her. She continued with a deep breath.

"It may be dangerous and you would need to pay a very large price. But...it's worth it. The realms and space needs someone like you, to protect everyone from the evil and avoid innocent races deaths. You know that...the Infinity Stones...we created, were too big...right ?"

"Yes ? So ?"

"Everyone will soon find out, what we created and will be after us. We split every gem in half. Maybe...Your body is strong enough to carry one half of them inside of you. It would make you immortal. You were more than a god. And I would trust you, that you know what you do with them. You are a fighter and a strong one at that."

You stared at Death in pure shock. You then let tears slip.

"You really think it could help me survive ? You really...trust...me ?"

Death nodded, smiling at you.

"Of course ! You showed us that you are indeed, very trustworthy. But...you will have to make a promise..."

"What is it ?"

"Never use it for evil and protect the whole space with them. Kill just the evil ones."

You looked at her serious and said...

"I swear to never use it to kill innocent ones, protect everyone as long and good as I can and to just kill the evil ones."

Death hummed.

"Good. Now come with me, lunch is out for you. We start to implant them now."

"W-wait ! R-right n-now ?!"

"Hey...don't be afraid. The sooner we begin...the sooner you have it behind you.", Death assured you.

You took a deep breath.

"Okay. You trust me...and I trust you.", you said.

"Guys ! Destiny is dying ! Help me implant the other halves of the Infinity Stones in her body !", Death yelled.

They ran to you both.

"Death are you crazy ?! She could die ! You-!", Infinity got interrupted.

"She will die anyways. She is our experiment and also...she agreed to it and swore to always do the right thing. Now help me safe her.", Death said in an angered voice.

Eternity looked at you.

"Are you sure about this ? Do you really want that ?"

You nodded determined.

"I won't back out of this now. Guys...I wanna live ! I don't want to die of that disease ! It can't be healed, the Infinity Stones are my last hope."

Entropy sighed.

"To the table. We are gonna implant the Stones."

"WHAT ?!", Infinity yelled.

"You heard me. To the table, we are doing it. I don't want to let Destiny die so young, because of a disease. We will help her, because she helped us a lot. She is one of us now."

Eternity sighed.

"If Dest really wants to do it...I agree."

You and Death smiled. Infinity looked at you and saw how despairing you were. Infinity sighed.

"Fine. But if Destiny dies, I tell you that I warned you."

They agreed and you ran up to Eternity, Entropy and Infinity and hugged them.

"Thank you."

Then the room changed and you laid, strapped down, on a table. On your left was Death with the Infinity Stones. On your right were the others with their tools.

"You will feel every little movement. No numbing. It will hurt like hell. Do you still wish to do that ?"

You gulped but nodded determined. Infinity growled and mumbled that you were an idiot. Then they began and Entropy didn't joke that it will hurt like hell. You screamed in pure pain no matter what they did. They cut bone pieces out of your hands, feet and head. It looked like a murder scene, but you fought and Death kept implanting adrenaline syringes, to keep you awake, because if you close your eyes now...you would be gone for good. But the weird thing was...they put 1 more inside you. Which were then actually 7 Stones...After 2 hours of painful, torturous lifesaving, it was over.

"We are finally done.", sighed Infinity relieved.

"Yes. Now we wait for any reaction her body gives. I hope her body will carry the Infinity Stones...", Eternity said.

"If we placed them right and her body is strong enough, her soul and heart pure and innocent too, she should be fine. I believe in her and you should too. Like Death does.", Entropy told them.

Death looked at you and smiled a little smile. She stroked your hair.

"You did it. The little part is done, the main part is now..."

You wanted to ask her what she had meant, but she held a finger to your lips.

"Don't speak. Your body is weakened, because of too much blood loss. I mean that the Infinity Stones and your body need a connection. If one of the gems or your body refuses the connection...you explode and die. If they connect...it will hurt even more than that what we just did. We won't know if it will tear you apart or if they connect and accept each other. It will burn a little by the connection, that is because of me. If it hurts, but doesn't burn...they refuse.", she said.

You stared at Death, worried and scared. Death and the others sensed your fear.

"Don't worry kid. I think you will survive that. I know you will. You are very strong.", Eternity said, smiling.

"I do too.", Entropy told you grinning.

"Count me in !", Infinity yelled.

"We wouldn't have done it if you weren't worthy. We see you as worthy. The gems probably too.", Death explained.

You smiled a little, bravery in your eyes again.

"No...going...back...now...I...will...accept...my...fate...", you brought out with much effort.

"Rest a little now. It will take some ti-."

"ARGH !! AHH !!", you screamed.

They all rushed to your right side and stared at you shocked.

"It already has begun...", Entropy said.

"Destiny ! Try to ignore the pain !", Eternity screamed in panic.

"How does it feel ? Does it burn a little ?", Death asked calm, with worry in the eyes.

You nodded a little. You (Now) saw how you (dream self) glowed. (Don't forget that you see your past/memory self with all the events that had happened.)

"What is happening ?! DESTINY !", Infinity panicked.

You saw your dream self lifting itself in the air. You screamed even more in pain. You then heard ripping sounds and an explosion. You closed your eyes and as you opened them again...you saw your dream self torn in pieces. You gasped and the others did also.

"No...", Death said shocked.

"I told you she isn't able to handle it ! ARE YOU NOW HAPPY ?! WE FUCKING KILLED HER !!", Infinity yelled.

Death's face fell and her skull showed up. She growled.

"Shut up ! Look !", she yelled.

They all ran to Death and saw your heart, weird...it is still beating. And that with normal speed, like you still live. You saw it too and were confused.

"What does that mean ?", Eternity asked confused.

"It means that the gems were testing her body. Her body and the gems accepted and connected each other...They test their limits. She is alive !", Entropy explained happily.

Suddenly your torn body parts set themselves together and you were standing before them, in one piece, again. Your eyes were still closed, but not pinched.

"Destiny ?", Entropy said.

You opened your eyes and they were rainbow-colored. They all gasped.

"It worked !", Eternity yelled.

"You made it.", Death said.

"Thank God, Dest.", Infinity sighed relieved.

"Glad you made it, Destiny. And you have interesting eyes.", Entropy told you smiling.

You went, confused, to the mirror and gasped as you saw your eyes. Suddenly they changed back to your green ones.

"Well...I think you need rest and after that very much training. We teach you everything we can and know. The rest...you have to somehow figure out on your own. They have probably more than we in store.", Entropy explained to you.

You nodded and with that...The images changed again.

You saw yourself training with Death and Eternity. They shot blasts at you and you shot one back, a much stronger one. It knocked them back and they stared at you taken aback, before smiling at you.

"You learn fast. Great !", Death praised.

You giggled.

"I have friends, who teach, train and saved me. I am like you now !", you said giggling.

"No. You are more, Dest.", Entropy said, standing behind you.

You jumped and shot a blast at Entropy. Entropy blocked the blast quickly.

"I am so sorry, Entropy !"

"Nonsense. It was your right reaction.", Entropy said smiling.

You smiled back and the images changed again. You fought against all four and won.

"You are perfect ! The training was worth it.", Infinity and Eternity said.

"Indeed it was.", Entropy agreed.

"Entropy...I think it's time...", Death told her in a serious tone.

Entropy lost the smile and stared serious at you and the others. All their faces were serious now. Entropy sighed.

"Destiny...come with me."

You looked at them confused but followed Entropy inside the temple of Morag.

"Listen to me. You have to do some things for us...one last time..."

Your eyes widen.

"W-what do you mean ? Are you all dying ?"

"No. But we are hunted. We lived hundreds of years now, actually even 2 million and...some races found us and they know about the Infinity Stones...We have to get rid of them and hide them somewhere. We knew it will someday happen. You are still in exile, but we can't keep you here longer than maybe 40 more years. You have to hide the gems in the whole universe. Separate them and hide them. Then come back and honor the little time we still have left together.", Entropy explained to you.

"Can I touch the other halves ?"

"Yes you can. They won't overpower or kill you. They will just connect with their other halves and give you more strength in your body, if you want them to. But please...promise me that you will never do this. Just when you and the whole universe is in great danger and you really see no other way out. It can be very dangerous. Nobody can know of anything of this and us. Not even your best friends just if you are really sure you can trust them. Swear it."

"I...I swear on my life. And the Infinity Stones."

"Good. You are the protector of the universe. And not just this one timeline, it is to everyone there exists. You hear me ?"

"Yes, Entropy."

"Good."

You and Entropy went into the room, where the other halves of the Infinity Stones laid. Entropy stuffed them into a little bag and then stuffed them into your hands.

"We shouldn't have ever given these halves of the Infinity Stones to the Celestials... They told the enemy about them.", Entropy mumbled.

"I know it is actually not our right to ask you to repair the mistakes we made. But...please help us and fix our mistakes, we can't fix them anymore. We can just fight and then die."

You nodded with a determined face.

"I will always help you, because you also helped me, when I needed you the most. I accept this mission and will succeed. I always help the innocent and my friends. I shall prepare my leave. The sooner I go and do it, the better for all of us.", you told Entropy.

Entropy smiled at you, tears in the eyes.

"Thank you."

With that you hugged Entropy and storm - walked into your room.

Then the pictures changed and you saw where you hid the most of the gems. The Mind Stone in the scepter, Loki had. And surprise, surprise...it was your own scepter. The Reality Stone was given to someone who was actually very trustworthy...How did the Dark Elves ever get on it then ? You hid the Soul Stone in the planet Vomir, put a spell on it which Death teached you and is practically a curse...The Time Stone you gave once to someone on Midgard and said to protect it with their lives and that they can experiment with it. But you kept the Space Stone and the Power Stone, because there was nowhere a safe place.

So you returned to Death and the others and told them that you made it. After that you just had 20 months with each other and then THEY came. A little army and a....Titan.

"Dest ! RUN !", Eternity screamed.

You ran to them and hugged everyone one last time.

"Thank you for saving me...", you mumbled.

"No problem. If you ever need us and there is nobody here anymore...come back and summon a little sandstorm. Our spirits will take the sand so you can see us and we are there to talk with you. I promise you, we won't leave you, ever.", Entropy swore to you.

"We always watch and help you.", Eternity told you with a sad smile.

"Be safe kid.", Infinity whispered.

"If they ever attack your home, Dest...Run and don't turn back. You can't let him catch you.", Death told you.

"I swear I will, my friends..."

Then you jumped into your little Space ship and flew away like the devil, wiping your tears from your face. The next image was after your exile. Your friends pestered you with questions, you didn't want to answer and so you didn't answer them. You fought with yourself and shedding tears, about your 4 friends.

"How many times did I say that you should shut up finally ?!", you screamed at them.

They all stopped and looked at you shocked. The girl with the dark blue hair then cleared her throat.

"Dest is right...She just came back...she must be exhausted.", she said.

"Thank you, Se****na.", you growled.

"No problem."

And her friends, except the dark blue haired girl, left. She walked you home and went with you inside the house.

"You know that you can trust me and you have to tell me. I can read you Dest. We are best friends since we were 4 years old. We are now 20 years old. You are hurt, worried, conflicted, sad, angry and you feel betrayed. Your eyes were always the key to your true face. I hate your facades. So...What the hell happened ?"

At first you ignored her, hoping that she will drop it, but...it didn't happen. You sighed.

"If I tell you, you must be a grave about it all, or else I have to kill you. Understood ?"

She nodded her head, staring at you serious. With that you sighed and told her everything. Well...Until she interrupted you.

"WHAT ?! They saved your life with powerful stones that could, in the wrong hands, destroy the whole universe ?! Because you had that deadly disease, nobody can heal ?!"

"Yes."

"You must be very close friends then...Sorry for interrupting...please continue."

And so you did. With a few interruptions here and there to answer the girl's questions. She comforted you. Then the images changed again. The village was under attack, you dragged your dark blue haired friend with you, to a hole that could send you to death, your only escape. You both stopped in front of it and you turned your back to the hole.

"Se****na ! Please I beg you ! Just do it, for all of us !"

"Dest...I can't do this to you ! You are my best friend !"

"JUST DO IT !! IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE HIM !", you screamed.

"NO !!!"

"Se****na...please...just delete my memories. He and I won't know each other after that for a while. It is the best plan I have for the future. Please. You are the only one who can do this !"

"I..I-I !"

You grabbed the girl by the shoulders.

"Se****na...I trust you to help everyone in the universe to be safe a little longer. Please."

"O..okay...", she sobbed.

The girl stretched her arm out and whispered a spell. After she was done she hugged you.

"I locked them away. No one can erase your memories, Dest. Be careful and...try to remember us some day..."

With that she pushed you into the abyss. You had tears in your eyes and she screamed.

"In the library ! We hopefully will meet soon again !"

'Thank you Serafina...'

Then an impact came and you landed in Asgard. You still had the Space Stone with the Tesseract around it, you created it once. As you saw King Bor you told him to come down and explained everything quick (You and soon losing your memories). Then you pushed the Tesseract into Bor's hands your last words were.

"Keep it safe for me..."

"I will...Destiny..."

Out of your dream...

"DESTINY !!"

You jolted up in a sitting position, screaming.

"HELL NAH !!! MOTHERFUCKER !!!"

You then just remembered that you were in Jotunheim and everything is fine. You made direct eye contact with Laufey, who held a crying Loki.

"What happened ?"

"Loki tried to wake you up and you laid there like you just died !", Thor roared in anger.

"Don't you dare screaming at me you little shit !!", you screeched at Thor.

He fell silent and was pale. You turned back to Laufey.

"How late is it ?"

He looked at his clock.

"2 am. You slept for almost 2 hours."

"Okay. Loki and the others go back to sleep. I will wake you up later. Sorry for panicking and waking you... Laufey...we have to talk."

Laufey looked at you confused but nodded.

"Why can't we stay too ?", Loki asked.

"Because...it doesn't concern you. Just go back to sleep guys..."

'Lena fled somewhere...we have no clue where our friend is...', you heard Serafina's voice say.

"Okay.", they mumbled and went back.

"So...What do you wanna talk about ?", Laufey asked you worried.

"....My first life...and memories..."

He stared at you shocked.

Part 39

Masterlist with all Chapters of this Story click here !

#Marvel #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Thor #Loki x Reader

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katsukiboom · 4 years

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I really loved the chubby chaser Mirio ask!! Could you maybe do one for Amajiki too?

Sure thing my man! I tried something a bit different than what I did with Mirio’s request but I hope you like it anyways!

Ko-Fi || Commissions

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The sunrays hit his head and made him feel warmall around, contrasting with the cold atmosphere of winter that loomed abovethe city. Tamaki adjusted his hood enough to cover his face and looked aroundwhile taking a deep breath, feeling the looming presence of his mentor andpartner beside him. He was spacing out just enough for him to notice, somethingthat didn’t sit well with him at all.

- Y’got to keep yer eyes peeled, - Fatgum spokeclearly from behind the little takoyaki snack he held close to his plump lips.He side-eyed Tamaki as the teen only nodded. – Y’know we ain’t only lookin’ forpesky villains; anything could jump straight out of damned nowhere and y’haveto be careful to defend yourself and whoever’s with ya. – His thick accentsometimes made it hard to figure out what he was saying, but Tamaki was just soused to it he didn’t even need to replay those words in his mind to know whathe was telling him. The pro-hero’s eyes darted from side to side of the street,his attention nicely divided between the possibilities of danger and guidinghis protégé through the city.

- C-could I have a bite, sir? – The boy askedshyly, and the older man complied by giving him his signature smile and handinghim one of the biggest takoyaki balls he had on his tray. – Thank youFatgum-san, - Tamaki smiled back as he grabbed it and carefully shoved it intohis mouth, savoring the octopus in it with delight and knowing that at leasthe’d have that to defend himself with if the opportunity arose.

And just as if he had called it, they bothheard a high-pitched scream coming from a nearby alley and almost instantlybolted towards it.

A few people were gathered there but it was abit too dark to see their faces despite being the middle of the day, and Fatgummade their presence known by letting out a laugh. The group of six criminalsturned around which then revealed there was a seventh person with them, butTamaki gasped as he saw it was just a high school girl that looked around hisage who glanced up at them with a terrified look on her face. Her hair wascompletely disheveled and her uniform had black stains all over, heavilycontrasting to the white cloth. With her lower lip bleeding and quivering andher right cheek swollen, he also noticed the way her shirt was torn open,revealing much more skin than necessary. He thought of Nejire in her place, andit only served to further fuel his rage.

- Sorry it took long for us to get ‘ere folks,- said the pro-hero with glee and a happy expression which turned somber assoon as everyone got into attack mode. – Wouldn’t have wanted to kick yourasses without having lunch first.

And then it began when one of them lunged atFatgum at full speed… only to be swallowed by his Quirk as soon as he touchedhim. Tamaki smiled as the man was then propelled against his friends, makingsome of them fall with a loud thud. Itthen gave him the time to channel his own powers and turn his fingers totentacles using them to defend themselves against the next attacker, one of theguys with a wind Quirk. Three waves of cutting breezes hit him but they were nomatch for the two of them and Tamaki knew it very well – using his abilities,he managed to catch every single one of the criminals and threw them againstthe brick wall behind them, successfully knocking them out.

The group had what Tamaki would’ve consideredweak Quirks and relied on physical attacks rather than using them, which gaveboth him and Fatgum rather large advantages that ultimately led to themdisposing of the criminals much faster than expected. With the men firmly tiedup and leaving Fatgum to deal with the police, Tamaki timidly made his way tothe girl, who had hid behind a nearby garbage container when the short fightbroke out. – Hey, - he said, kneeling down to look at her directly while stillkeeping his distance. – Are you hurt anywhere?

She seemed to not hear him at first but thenlooked back at him, her big eyes already glistening with tears. She wasbeautiful, he noted. - I’m… - she started saying, but she was cut off by thecrying that came out of her; it was so sudden that Tamaki didn’t even know howto react, and only stood there watching with his mind reeling to find thecorrect way to calm her down while not disrupting her comfort zone.

Yet no one could’ve ever prepared him for thegirl to jump at him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and crying ontohis suit. His whole body started to tremble alongside hers, and his confusedand frightened gaze fixed on the top of her head right below his chin – shefelt cold even through the layers of clothes, and it took him a moment torealize just how… plump she was, although he felt ashamed to even be thinkingthat way at a moment like that. Gentle yet shivering arms wrapped around herfigure as well, the softness of her body feeling welcoming against the firmnessof his. His heartbeat sped up as he realized his position, but for some reasonit didn’t make him feel uncomfortable in any way.

Tamaki held her quietly as she let it all out,but then a hand placed on his shoulder made him turn around; the girl mirroredhis actions, looking up with puffy eyes. – Well, - said his mentor with adelicate tone, - I’ll be heading back to the offices first. Make sure ye don’tlose track of time! – And with that he left, happily talking with the civiliansthat had gathered there due to the commotion.

- I’m sorry, - she finally muttered, and it wasonly when he looked back at her that he noticed her cheek was turning a softshade of purple, the bits of dried blood on her chin a bit smudged. – I’mkeeping you here with me when you should be doing your job, - it felt almost asif she was apologizing for being somewhat of a burden, and Tamaki knew thatfeeling very well and could empathize with it for a change. He took one lastglance at her before pulling away, trying his best to put his fears and anxietyaside even if it was just for a minute, but the way she looked at him made itso difficult.

- P-please don’t sa-say that! – He exclaimedwhile closing his eyes, failing horribly at keeping his stuttering in check.Trying his best to ignore the fact that she was still kind of close to him, headded, – Y-y-you’re okay and that’s what matters most, not whether I’m late ornot. D-do you want me to walk you back home? You know, just to make sure youget there safely.

It was the first time in a while he was able tospeak so directly towards a girl withoutwanting to face a wall afterwards, but it felt as if it was that way because hewas hiding behind his mask. His offer made her blush as a few more tearsthreatened to fall from the corners of her eyes, and she nodded as she lookeddown. He waited for her to look for her bag which had been thrown into a smallgarbage can – she pulled a brown sweater from inside and quickly put it on,finally covering her semi-exposed chest.

She didn’t live far from what he could tell,and in the meantime she asked him all sorts of questions and told him a bit aboutherself as well: she was from an academy that was close to UA yet he had neverheard from before, and her Quirk had something to do with swimming andbreathing in the water. Tamaki pictured her as a small chubby mermaid, and theimage alone was enough to make him want to be swallowed by Earth itself. Shewas almost 18 and in her last year and hoped to aim for a place in Gang Orca’steam, and by the looks of it she was pretty hopeful. Good, he thought, I’m sureyou’ll make it.

When they finally arrived, he was ready to justsay goodbye and leave but she stopped him by pulling his sleeve. – W-wait! –She exclaimed, and when he turned back around to face her she hugged him again,yet this time felt different. He no longer felt surprised but rather warm andfuzzy, wanting to hold her close just for a little bit more. – Thank you foreverything, really, - she whispered, - I don’t know what I would’ve done had younot been around to help. – The girl pulled away and fixed her clothes beforeasking him one last thing. – What’s your realname, Suneater? I want to thank you personally.

Giving identities away was something every heroknew could bring trouble, and he knew that very well. There was also the fearthat she’d never accept him with all of his baggage, or at least the one hethought was heavy. – I… - he started with a heavy heart, but the happy look onher face made him change his mind in less than a second. – It’s Tamaki, - heblurted out as he looked to the ground. Something about the situation made himfeel uneasy about his own appearance, but she let out a giggle that caught his attentionagain.

- Thank you, Tamaki-san, - she said with a bigsmile that made all the blood rush to his cheeks. She was absolutely gorgeous. – I hope I can see you again soon, - and withthat she rushed to enter her house while he watched, completely smitten by astranger he had only met an hour ago under the worst of circumstances.

It was only when he was finally returning tothe office that he stopped right on his tracks and, lost in thought, rememberedthat he hadn’t asked for her name in return.

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jinkisbelly · 4 years

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Home - 10/?

Jongyu, omegaverse, mpreg, angst-ish, rated m, w/c: 2.8ish k,

Summary: Jonghyun is Jinki’s home. Problem is, Jonghyun doesn’t remember that Jinki is also his anymore.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Ao3 AFF

Adjusting the sling on his shoulder, Jinki winces as it jostles his arm. Taking a deep breath, the pain subsides, and he manages to toss a blanket over his shoulders before going to find his mate. He finds Jonghyun sitting on the porch, wrapped up a thick quilt his father had sent him a few months prior, a mug steaming in his hands. When the hinges of the front door gently squeak, Jinki is met with a warm smile as soon as his feet touch the porch. “Good morning, Beautiful.”

“Hey,” Jonghyun grins as a kiss is pressed to his cheek. His head is resting against the back of his rocking chair, eyes on Jinki as he takes a seat beside him. “How are you feeling?”

“Cold.” He gripped the edges of his blanket with his left hand, shivering slightly with the brisk wind blowing through the early morning. “I missed you this morning.”

As soon as his mug is placed on the table to his left, both of his hands are moving over his stomach, a little smile on his lips. “They were restless and I couldn’t find sleep. I didn’t want to keep you up.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.” The air is still cold as he moves his left arm from the warmth of his blanket to place his hand over Jonghyun’s. “They’ll be keeping us both up from sleep here soon anyway.”

It still amazes Jinki completely when he feels a foot or hand, their children’s movements captivating him entirely. “Hopefully real soon. I can’t wait to meet them.”

Again, for nowhere near the first time, Jinki pictures Jonghyun holding their child, now children. The image brings warmth into his chest and limbs, where there shouldn’t be in the temperature of the day. He wonders what they’ll look like if they’ll have Jonghyun’s eyes or his temperament. Will they love the winter like their carrier, or enjoy the summer like their sire? Before his mind can spiral into more worrying and darker thoughts, he focuses on Jonghyun curling their fingers together. “Let’s head inside. I have something for you.”

“Oh?”

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Jonghyun the further along in his pregnancy had started making small nests, but with how close he was getting to deliver he focused on the one in their bedroom. It was the place he felt the safest, in a room that smelled so much like both of them. Jinki’s scent still did wonders to comfort him and ease some of the distress of the whole pregnancy experience. Even though they both knew Jinki was more than welcome in it, for one it is their bed, and two he was his alpha, the man still always asked before entering. Which was why when Jonghyun returned from getting the gift he had hidden in the spare bedroom attached to the boys’ nursery, Jinki was still standing by the edge of the bed, fiddling with the wood of the footboard.

He softly sighed, a fond smile forming on his lips as he gazed at his mate, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting?”

“You can go into my nest.”

Jinki rocked on his feet for a moment, left hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“You’re adorable.” Approaching him, Jonghyun pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then he pushed his gift into the man’s hand. “Happy birthday, Babe.”

It was only a small thing, wrapped up in brown paper Minho had picked up from the store on the main street for him a few weeks prior, but Jinki was staring at it as he had never seen anything like it. When he speaks again, his eyes are still on the gift and his voice is barely a whisper. “I didn’t think you’d remember. Did Minho tell you?”

“No. He didn’t.” He slowly shuffled to the bed, climbing into the warm safety of the pillows and settling against them. He sighed with the tension in his lower back receding, smiling when Jinki’s eyes finally met his. “I’ve been remembering little things. Minho just… reaffirmed what I thought.”

The present still isn’t opened as Jinki gently sits on the edge of the bed. It’s placed beside him, his fingertips brushing the smooth surface of the wrapper. The cool light from the window across the way gives contrast to his profile, the curve of his nose and lips, the furrow of his brow. “What else... What else have you remembered?”

“Little things. Your birthday, the first night you cooked for me. The snow angels we made in the middle of the night that made us get grounded because we snuck out.” He wishes he could remember everything, wishes he could feel Jinki through the bond he knows the man still reaches for out of instinct. “It’s never fully clear, things are blurry around the edges, but when I’m confused Minho helps me with big things. Like confirming your birthday, or talking about how moody I was those weeks we were grounded and I couldn’t see you.”

“I see.” Came the reply, soft as a breath across his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Jinki shakes his head, even as he takes a ragged breath. He flashes a smile and pulls the tie on the gift. “Let’s see what ya got me.”

He waits until Jinki has the gift unwrapped, the knitted fingertip-less gloves resting on the brown paper of the wrapping, before he softly asks, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Jinki wiggles his left hand into one of the gloves, flexing his fingers to see how it fits. He mumbles his thanks before standing and carrying the gloves over onto the dresser. It’s there by the window he stands for a long moment, back toward the bed and Jonghyun, head downcast. “Most of the time it’s alright, you know? I can love you and be excited for our children and I don’t even think about the vacant void of our bond in the back of my head. I just- it hits me sometimes that I used to be able to feel you across the entire pack and now I can’t even feel you across the room. I miss it and I’m so sorry that I do. I don’t want you to feel bad.”

They had made so much important growth to get where they were, but Jonghyun knew when Jinki was reminded things weren’t the way they were supposed to be. When the man would rush through the front door, half ajar just to get to him to remind himself he was there because he couldn’t feel how he was. The times when he woke up from nightmares, the way he avoided leaving Jonghyun home alone with a fire going, and how he would hold him just a little tighter as they sat in their living room by the fireplace to keep warm. “Please c’mere.”

“It’s alright. I’m alright.”

“Jinki.”

Eventually, the man turned and took a few steps to climb into the bed. He almost immediately shifted over to have his nose in Jonghyun’s neck, left hand curled between them so the back of his fingers rubbed against their cubs. “I’m sorry.”

“I want you to tell me when you feel like this, even when you’re worried I’ll feel bad. You don’t have to go through it alone.” He pressed a kiss to Jinki’s hair, closing his eyes and letting himself be comforted by the man’s scent. “You’re always worried about how I feel or will. You matter too and I know this is just as difficult for you. I love you. I don’t want you keeping this all in, alright?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

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In a week, he was able to remove his sling and use his arm for more things around the house. As long as he didn’t raise it higher than his shoulder, most things were fair game. Jinki looked up from the peppers he was chopping when he heard voices coming closer. Jonghyun was laying on the couch, a moment ago complaining about kicking and how ‘you’re never getting me pregnant again’, so Jinki figured the voices belonged to Changmin and Minho even before the two men stepped through the doorway. Minho was in his official uniform as an advisor to the chief, his bag thrown over his shoulder, and in his hands were cream pieces of folded parchment that Jinki could only guess were letters. Since moving into the house officially, Jonghyun asked if they could have Sunday dinner instead of Minho and Changmin. “You two are here early.”

Changmin stepped into the kitchen, quickly washing his hands in the nearby bowl and tying an apron around his waist. As he picked up a knife and assisted in cutting the next vegetable, he hummed. “We received a letter from their father today. Minho couldn’t wait to bring it over.”

“Oh, is it about his retirement?” Changmin softly nodded, sliding the carrots into the bowl. “So he’ll be returning soon. Jonghyun needs a bit of good news.”

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Jonghyun barely shifted his head to look at the two men as they entered. He focused on Minho walking towards him with a frown. “If you expect me to sit up, you’re going to have to help.”

“That depends if you can read lying down.”

“Just help me up.” Minho curled his hand around Jonghyun’s wrist, chuckles leaving his lips until the smaller man glared with a hissed, “Don’t you laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am SO glad this is amusing for you. I’ll keep that in mind when you’re carrying.” Jonghyun took a deep breath, eyes closed as his hands fell to the bottom of his belly, resting up against the couch cushion before he slowly moved his head to look at Minho. “So, why are you two here so early?”

“Dad sent a letter saying his term up north is complete.”

“That’s great!” Noticing Minho’s expression, Jonghyun sighed as his smile fell. He rubbed his hands over the curve of his belly before resting them under, frowning as he asked, “Why is that not great, Ming?”

“There have been reported robberies between the Northern Tribe and ours. He’s asking for a protective escort.” Minho laid the letter on the couch between them, letting Jonghyun reach over for it to read it when he was ready. “I asked the Chief, but he refused to order people to act as an escort, not in this weather. Only volunteers are allowed and I’ve decided to go.”

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Changmin nudging him on his side makes Jinki look up from the rice he’s preparing. In a daze, he finds Minho standing by the counter and follows his head movement toward the living room. “I think I stressed him out.”

“What do you mean?” Jinki placed the tweed bag of rice on the counter and wiped his hands on his apron. He could see the top of Jonghyun’s head against the back of the couch, his arm tossed over his eyes and hand resting on the top cushion. Before Minho could respond, Jinki left the kitchen with a huff. The further along the pregnancy got, the more uncomfortable Jonghyun understandably became. Sitting down carefully, his heart ached a little with how quickly Jonghyun fell against his side. “Hey, Baby what’s wrong?”

“My Dad is coming home, but the chief won’t order a protective escort with the freezing weather. Minho decided to go.” It’s then Jonghyun lifts his gaze to look at him. “And I have a feeling you’ll volunteer to go too.”

“I couldn’t just let Minho and your father brave the cold and the possible bandits alone, Baby.”

“You still can’t shoot a bow. What if you’re attacked and you can’t protect them like you normally would?” Jonghyun takes a deep breath, even as his hands begin to shake. “And if you’re gone and you miss the birth of our cubs? I can’t do this alone Jinki.”

“Oh, shhh.” Jinki pressed his lips against Jonghyun’s forehead, doing his best to get as close to him as he could. “Breathe, Baby. No matter what happens I will be there when you give birth. I wouldn’t miss that.”

“If you leave you can’t control that.”

“Can I read the letter?” Jonghyun untangled his arm to reach over to where the letter had fallen on the couch, handing it over. Jinki rested his head against Jonghyun’s, gently rocking them as he followed the neat words of his father in law. Once finished, he laid it folded up beside his right thigh. “Is the only reason you don’t want me to go is the fear of me missing the birth?”

“I don’t want you doing something stupidly heroic while you’re injured as well. You know you aren’t fully recovered yet.”

“The last doctor's appointment estimated you’d go at the eight-month mark or close to it. I have a little time to go get your father and return. It’s only a four-day trip altogether.” He lifted his head to run his hand over Jonghyun’s belly, to feel their cubs moving within. “I have faith they’ll wait until I return.”

“Do you promise to not doing anything stupid?”

“I don’t-” He pressed his lips together after noticing the look on his mate’s face. “Alright, I promise.”

“And do you promise to go there and come right back?”

“Will spend just enough time in the tribe to toss your Dad on a horse. Scout’s honor.”

“You better return or so help me.” He waggled his finger up at Jinki, trying his best to look menacing even though he knew it was pointless. “If you make me do this alone-”

Jinki deeply kissed him, smiling as Jonghyun returned the gesture quickly. Kissing him again after parting for a moment for a quick breath. He only stopped once he could feel the tension leave Jonghyun’s body, pulling away to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you. I know you’ll worry less about your Brother and Dad if I’m with them. Even without my ability to shoot a bow, I’m better than both of them combined. Have faith in me, please.”

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Jinki coming through the barracks doors wasn’t something Kibum expected for at least another week. While his shoulder was getting better, it couldn’t handle the tension of holding a bow out just yet. That paired with how close Jonghyun was to the expected due date, Kibum had accepted his fate of having someone other than his best friend as his partner. He raised his eyebrows as Jinki approached, the basket in his hands very suspicious. “What are you doing here?”

“I got muffins for you.”

“Muffins.” He repeated in a deadpanned voice.

“Jonghyun and I made them last night.” Sure enough, as the cloth was removed three large muffins sat at the bottom of the basket. From the looks of things, there was some type of fruit speckled over the golden-brown tops. “Also, can’t I just want to see my best friend?”

The smile on the older man’s face made Kibum narrow his eyes. “What’s wrong and what do you need me to do?”

Jinki huffed, placing the basket on the bench between them. “My father in law is due to return from his post, but with the bandits along the road, the chief has stated he won’t order anyone to risk their life. I volunteered to go with Minho and Changmin to escort him back. You know how Changmin is.”

“I do. I was the unfortunate person who was in charge of his mandatory service training.” He laid his bow behind him against his cubby, sighing quietly as he noticed how tense Jinki’s shoulders were. “What’s wrong?”

“I need someone I trust to look after Jonghyun while I’m gone. I know he’s capable of taking care of himself, but he’s very close to his due date and if something were to happen I don’t want him alone. The last time I left him alone the fire happened.” Jinki’s eyes lowered for just a moment before he met Kibum’s gaze once again. “Could you look after him for me until I get back?”

“Of course. I’d have done it without the bribery muffins too.”

Jinki’s ears turn red, his hand coming up to push his fingers through his hair. “Thank you. I’m leaving in two days, in the morning. Should only take four to return.”

“Just come back safely, you nitwit.”

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amelink66world · 4 years

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Love of my Life

Heyy guys!! So this is the next part. Make sure you read the previous parts before starting with the new ones. Anyway, enjoy!!! <3

Some Time??

Link went with Amelia to her place at Mer's after the puppy surprise. Link couldn't ask for a better partner. He was already thinking about building a future with her. She was perfect for him. He finally had a purpose here in Seattle. He was actually feeling like a lost puppy...no pun intended, he chuckled, after Meredith stood him up. Jo had pushed him in her direction and he had even liked her but he soon realised, it was not supposed to be him who took her to dates in the first place. Deluca, who had become a really close friend of his, was the one for her. He was gloomy for a while until Meredith apologised to him. Knowing Link, he obviously forgave her.

He was okay until Amelia came thundering in his life like a hurricane...again, no pun intended, he chuckled. He was the most at ease with her. There was just something about her that he couldn't pinpoint. She always made him feel desired with the way she looked at him. Some people questioned his calm and laid back exterior but she welcomed it with open arms. She actually kinda liked it. She did strange things to him, things couldn't actually explain. She had some sort of power over him. No one had ever made him feel like this.

Currently, Link woke up in an all too familiar room with blue sheets and walls with the woman of his dreams in his arms. He couldn't actually see clearly because his head was buried in her soft, brown hair. He inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair. She just loved the smell and feel of her hair. She ha the most amazing hair, well second to him as no one could compete with his hair. He was not smug, it was just a fact.

She was still sleeping with the most adorable pout on her face. Link raised his head slightly to look at her face better. She was facing away from him and he couldn't get a good look but he was ready for compromise until God answered his silent prayer and Amelia shifted in her sleep mumbling something. She always talks in her sleep. Link chuckled at how adorable he found this habit of hers to be. He noticed even the slightest things about her. She was like an open book. She wore her emotions on her sleeves. Sometimes it was difficult to read her too but Link was becoming an expert at doing so.

Amelia turned in his direction and wrapped her arms around his torso. Without disturbing her, Link raised his body gently and propped his head on an elbow to get a good look. I look like a stalker. But I can't help it. She is just so beautiful. Her face was completely relaxed. He noticed just now that her eyes were slightly almond shaped. He knew she had big, blue eyes but it was just then that he realised they were almond shaped. She had a tiny button nose. Link really loved her nose. It was just so cute and small. It was his favourite feature in her face apart from her eyes and lips and...Wait, what's left then? Forget it, her whole face is my favourite. He bent slightly to place a soft kiss on her nose. She seemed unfazed.

His eyes drifted lower to her lips. They were just so full and soft and pink. He loved her lips. The softest. He ran his hand along her hair and lovingly brushed some loose strands away which landed on her face because of the wind entering through the open window. His right hand lingered on her cheek. He placed it firmly now and decided, Enough with the staring now. It's time to wake up!

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She stirred. He now kissed her with more intensity with the utmost intention of waking her up. She opened her blue eyes to his bluish- grey ones staring right back at hers. She smiled. She could wake up like this forever. "Good morning to you too, stalker, " she laughed at his faux hurt expression. " HEY! I'm not a stalker! ", he exclaimed blowing a tuft of his hair out of his face petulantly. She was laughing really hard, "Yeah right ."

Her laugh. Oh, how he loved her laugh. He could hear it all day long. It was like music to his ears. Too cheesy, bleh. Get a hold over yourself, Link. You're not some lovesick teenager. He tightened his arms around her and turned them over. " You just wait...", he attacked her neck with feather kisses making her sigh with pleasure. He pulled back and Amelia stared up at him quizzically. With a devilish smile on his face and a confused expression on hers, he dove right back in to prepare her for the ensuing onslaught. Amelia felt his fingers moving up her stomach and she squirmed beneath him.

Something totally unexpected happened then. She felt a soft pinch on her side. She yelled with surprise. " Ouch. What was that for? ", she asked with a mock angry face. He blinked at her innocently. " What do you think it was? " He then pushed his tshirt that she was wearing to expose her skin and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. She was astonished for a second before squirming under him uncontrollably. She was laughing hysterically now. " Someone's very ticklish, I see. Hmmm"

He was having the time of his day teasing her like this. " Liiinkkk. Stop it." She was breathing heavily, "Pleasee, stop. I'm veryyy ticklish." She started laughing heartily on the new set of tickles on her exposed abdomen. He grinned down at her and moved lower to get level with her stomach. He held her stomach from both sides to prevent her from evading what he was about to do. He started blowing raspberries on her stomach. Amelia started guffawing and panted heavily. " Link, stooop. You'll wake up the kids. Stop, stop, stop " She held on to his arms for dear life and pleaded him. She started mock crying and he knew it was time for him to stop.

He moved back up to her and laid down close beside her. Both of them were grinning at each other with lovable gazes. Suddenly something in Amelia changed and she shifted. All of a sudden she straddled him and grabbed his hands to keep them at bay. Link stared at her slyly. Amelia whispered in his ear, " It's time for your punishment."

Her hot breath on his ear caused a shiver to travel down his spine. Link grinned at her and playfully said, " Are you punishing me or rewarding me? ", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She answered with a loud laugh. " That is for me to decide ," she dove in to kiss him hungrily.

Link got called in after they were done punishing each other. Amelia had a day off so she was left all alone to get bored. She blew a big puff of air from her mouth. Meh, what a boring day !! It was times like these that she wanted to pick into someone's brain. She hoped someone's aneurysm blew and she got called in. She was not a horrible person, believe me, she was just epically bored. Out of nowhere, her phone dinged and she received a text from Owen. He was requesting her to take Leo out of daycare and to his house as he had to rescue Schmitt and the golden blood donor. She quickly replied with a thumbs up emoji thanking God to grant her some work.

She hurried to the hospital and picked Leo up. She hoped to see Link on her way but couldn't find him. She was slightly disappointed but let it slide. At Owen's house, she was only there for a half hour when the doorbell rang to surprisingly reveal a heavily pregnant Teddy. She sarcastically commented about opening a time portal seeing Amelia with Leo. Amelia could not have agreed more with her. What an irony. Amelia chuckled. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Teddy started professing her love for Owen to her. Amelia was listening confusedly to her ramblings and didn't interrupt. She realised with a start that Teddy's water had broken.

What happened after that was a blur to both the ladies. It was just indescribable chaos. She had accidentally revealed Teddy's baby daddy's sexual romps with her OB and cursed her blabbering mouth. Inspite of that, as usual, Amelia's quick thinking saved the day. Teddy successfully delivered a beautiful baby girl, Allison. She was now standing outside her hospital room observing her happy family. Teddy surely deserved it. She felt bad for her teacher though. He loved her with his while being and would be devastated to know what Teddy was up to. Despite all of that, she was really happy for Owen. She had always wished hum happiness. He finally receive it. Teddy was perfect for him.

The view of the perfect family made Amelia's mind race. Amelia and Owen did not end up on a happy note. She always wanted them to be those Together Forever couples but that didn't happen. They were just not meant to be. Her mind then wandered off to Link. That perfect man waltzed into her life and turned it upside down. In such a short notice, Amelia was totally invested. This scared her to an unbeatable degree. What if her sisters were right? What if there was still some tumor left behind and she was crazy? What if Owen was right? Would she break Link? Would she lose Link too like she did all the other men in her life whom she loved? Was he just a rebound? She haulted her racing thoughts there. He most definitely was not a rebound.

He was what she had needed all along. But still she could not help but think if she jumped into him too soon. She knew he was not a rebound but she did not give herself much time to recover from her harsh breakup before running into Link's arms. He deserved better. She deserved some time to recover, to heal. Link did not deserve such treatment. He told her a few days back that this 'relationship' of theirs started feeling like something real to him. She was internally dancing with joy when he said that but then he asked her if she felt the same thing thing. She absolutely did. Surely did. But no words left her mouth. Her mind suddenly went blank and numb. She couldn't answer him. Instead she asked him for some time to answer his question. He looked disappointed but quickly guarded his expression. After all he was Link. He never displayed his hurt to others.

She was comprehending his words in her mind. This felt real to him. I'm hurricane Amelia!! I know I'll hurt him someday or the other. I can't do that to him. I'm reckless and unreasonable sometimes. Link surely doesn't need that. Does he? She silently hoped that he wanted her along with he negative qualities. She was highly doubting her actions of the past two months spent with him. It was too soon. She knew herself. She always got too attached too soon. Se completely jumped into a relationship right after one ended. She needed to clear her head. She needed some clarity. She did not want to break up with him, she just wanted some space. She wanted to get to know him better. She wanted to go on dates with him before her no filter mouth uttered those three words which she was aching to say after the wonderful time spent with THE GOD this morning. She had to talk to him and explain him that they needed to take it slow.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her incessant thoughts. She knew that touch. She didn't even have to turn her head in his direction to know who it was. I hope what she is about to say doesn't hurt him. I won't be able to see that.

Link spoke gently, " I heard about what happened with the police officer. Quick thinking, Smartypants." She smiled at the nickname. " How are you doing? Are you okay? " He was quick to notice where her gaze lingered. He understood she must be hurt seeing her ex-husband with another woman and their child. He tried his best to be there for her. She has me now.

Here we go. " You are pretty incredible. And great. You are really good to me, Link." She stopped to gauge his reaction. He was intrigued and had an eyebrow raised. Amelia found it cute but then he frowned, putting two and two together.

She's praising me. Oh God. She's obviously 'breaking up' with me. All women start their talk like she did. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? Did she suddenly realise she's still in love with OWEN?! Nah, that's not true. I've seen the way she looks and smiles at me. It must be something I did. I'm sooo stupid. He internally panicked. He didn't want her to leave!

" Uh, I hear a 'but' coming," he softly commented. His suspicions were rewarded with her affirmation. Link lost it. This was one relationship in his entire life that he wanted to cherish forever but he screwed up. Like always. He was beating himself up and was not listening to her properly.

" But I jumped into you too fast. I should not have done that."

Is she questioning what we had?

I hope he understands that I'm talking about the ill-fated timing.

" I was a rebound," Link commented dejectedly and nodded. He was too hurt to say anything else.

" You definitely were. I'm not sure if you still are."

I'm sure, no scratch that, I know you're not a rebound. I just don't have the nerve to say this. Please understand, Link. God, I can't look at his face. He's hurt.

What does she mean by that? I am or not? I don't understand. Of course, I'm not a rebound now. She's breaking up with me, that's why.

Link broke the silence. " So you're saying...? " He looked at her with confusion all over his face.

" Uh, I'm saying I'm open to possibilities. And that could include you if you don't need me to decide anything too permanent right now. I, uh....", Amelia looked away. Her eyes filled with tears at what she had done. " I need time." Her heart broke seeing Link's face. I'm not leaving you, please get this inside your head!!! " I need to figure out who I am outside of Owen. "

She needs time. I completely understand. I'll give her time. I don't want to stay away from her. Why is she doing this so suddenly? We had such a nice time in the morning!

Link didn't know what to say. He replied with a simple " Okay ".

Wait, that's it? He mentally chided and cursed himself for his curt reply. She's vulnerable right now. Don't treat her like that!

Amelia was speechless. She was waiting for the big blowup from his side. But nothing came. Is that it? He doesn't have anything to say? He won't blow a gasket? Huh. He's so understanding. Amelia mentally slapped herself. Don't go there again. You need time. Take your time. Stop dreaming about him again.

" Okay? ", she questioned softly with teary eyes.

He nodded solemnly and replied, " Okay."

They gazed at each other longingly for a whole minute until it was time for Amelia to leave. She didn't know what to do as she parted. Shall I hug him? No, that would be too intimate. Shall I hold his hand? No, that would be too formal. She finally settled on nodding his way and slowly turned on her heels to leave. She hurriedly left from there and crawled into an on-call room to bawl her eyes out. She finally got the man of her dreams and she screwed up again. No, she did it to stop herself from screwing it up with him in the future. This was necessary. She paged Maggie to the on-call room. Oh right, she's at that stupid camping trip. She then paged Meredith. She did not answer. So she settled for Alex. No answer again. Her final resort was Richard. He ignored her too. What is the matter with everybody? Why is everyone ignoring me? She started sobbing harder. Her very good day was turning out to be really, really bad.

Link's eyes lingered on her form long after she left. He was contemplating what just happened. He was trying to figure out why things took a turn for the worse out of nowhere so suddenly. He came up with nothing.

He sharply left from the nurse's station and headed to find Jo. He needed a drinking buddy today. He needed his best friend right now.

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! So here it is. I asked y'all to not hit me. Please don't after reading this chapter. It was getting really sad towards the end so I made the beginning really fluffy. Can't hurt the feelings of my readers now, can I ?! 😉

Anyways, enjoy. Next chapter will be up soon. Until then.

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project-ohagi · 4 years

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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader {Greek Mythology AU}

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Being celebrated as the town's best blacksmith and master-craftsman, you had many opportunities to provide exquisite items for the royal household. You lived within the boundaries of King Enji Todoroki's castle, and you knew the inhabitants quite well. Their splendid, sharp and practical weapons were fashioned in your very forge, and seeing the guards carrying them down the labyrinthine hallways of the castle filled you with a sense of pride. The furniture, often wooden and antique, with exotic designs that no other craftsman in the realm could ever replicate, received compliments not only from the king's subjects, but the foreign ambassadors, who proceeded to inform their employers of the magnificent works. You had big dreams and a means to achieve them.

You wandered the corridors of the castle, glancing at the hand-brewed lanterns littering the walls, illuminating the red and brown bricks. Their flames flickered like the tongues of dragons - a reliable source had once told you that the king himself reared these beautiful, dangerous beasts, although you had never seen them personally. The claim went invalidated, but your songbird was a lovely girl, very gentle and trustworthy. She possessed a meagre level of magic, which impressed you to no end. She slurred potions around and carried leaves of fern and belladonna wherever she travelled. Her companions were extraordinary, as well, and you often saw them as they graced the grasses of your small town. There was a boy with stunning verdant hair and a penchant for crying, plus a knight from the land controlled by King Toshinori Yagi. He had always been lax with the laws, and there was barely ever any crime, so the castle wouldn't suffer from having one less guard.

A pleasant humming sound drifted from your lips, echoing along the walls, making it seem as though someone was tailing you. Your (e/c) eyes fluttered shut as you allowed the crackling of the small flames to guide you safely on the path. Through the flesh of your eyelids, you could see the faint glow of fire beginning to dwindle. Ceasing any movement, you cracked open both eyes and resolved to find the problem. These lanterns had been imbued with the Eternal Flame, so it was (supposedly) unheard of for them to die out. It wasn't just one, either - as your gaze lingered on the husks of your lanterns, you noticed their light slowly diminishing, until all that remained was darkness.

You shivered, the lack of warmth enabling a frigid breeze to waft over you, like a bad dream.

"Whoa, who burned out all the lanterns?" A voice called, cheery amidst the dire circumstances.

That wasn't the only issue, however. This was a strange sound, a foreign one, and you knew all the sounds of this castle. You could pick people and objects apart by noise alone, and yet this was a trial your ears could not overcome. Another thing - you hadn't even realised there was someone else in the corridor with you. The earlier humming was a sound you only made when absolutely comfortable, usually while tinkering in your little shop. You were at home around the lanterns you had manufactured yourself. Yet, they died out. Every. Last. One. You didn't design things to fail. That was the first rule of the trade, and until now, you had sworn by it.

You decided to try this stranger. "I'm not quite sure. They weren't supposed to do that, and no-one else was here."

"Well then," His bones made a clicking sound, as if he was stretching. "It must have been you, or me, but I guess we'll never know."

The arrogance lacing his tone did tick you off slightly, but you had to sigh at his words. "Impossible." You muttered, almost condescendingly.

"I was specifically entrusted to fashion lanterns that would never die."

Your last sentence was likely whispered, but it still reached your accomplice's ears. Probably because he had elected to stand right behind you, which startled you out of your skin when he started talking again. Apparently, he was the king's jester or some other such nonsense. He must have been - no other sane person would dare disrespect the greatest figures of modern times (you thought quite highly of yourself, if that's not already evident).

Whistling, he asked, "Wooow, you made these? No wonder they burned out so fast. What did you make them out of? Wood and wax?"

You huffed indignantly, trying not to rise to his taunts. "It's impossible that they all went out. One or two, perhaps I could find fault in, but all of them? What magic is this?"

"The black kind?" The stranger offered, unhelpfully. "Don't get me wrong, they looked nice - so do you, by the way - but maybe you're not as great as you think, princess."

You searched for him in the dark, but that turned up nothing. "Please don't call me that. My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I'm the town's main blacksmith and craftsman - I know what I'm doing, and if I say this isn't normal, I would like to be believed. What is your name, anyway? I don't feel like calling you 'stranger' forever."

There was a pause and a near-incoherent sound, the he spoke. "I go by Hawks, beautiful, and you didn't call me 'stranger', unless you were thinking about me? Aww, I wonder why I haven't seen you before?"

You sighed. "Honestly, I'm not sure you can see me now."

"Haha, you're right! Well, gotta find some light, I suppose. Which way to safety...?" You heard his light footfalls, followed by a muffled cry.

"That would be the wall." You muttered, astounded by the apparent stupidity of this man.

He said nothing, but continued onwards. After a few moments, a warm hand moved to cradle yours, and he pulled you alongside him. You wanted to protest, but decided against it. You would get nowhere with trivial arguments. The corridor twisted and turned, and you suddenly remembered that one section leading off from it was restricted, but you wouldn't be able to see it in complete darkness. This did worry you slightly, but instead of vocalising your discomfort, you just squeezed Hawks' hand tighter. With him as delegated leader, he bumped into a few more walls on the way out. It seemed that, like you, he hadn't been expecting the lanterns to burn out as easily as they did. When you appeared to have reached a crossroads, he stopped. It was so abrupt that you actually slammed into his back. Trickles of hair brushed against your forehead, and you realised that you were probably just a fraction taller than him. At least this gave you one advantage. He could have his jokes and flirtatious words, but you had your trade and your height.

"Ahh..." He chuckled, a tone of uncertainty present in his voice.

"What's going on? Why did you stop?" You questioned, getting kind of annoyed with this guy.

He glanced around, but saw nothing, obviously. "I might have gone the wrong way?"

"You what?!" You yelled. "We have no light source, and now no sense of direction? Oh, more black magic..."

"It'll probably be fine." He responded, once more sounding as though he commanded some divine wisdom.

His one free hand traced the wall, and just as you were pondering whether to give him two free hands, a noise of acknowledgement erupted from his throat. You supposed that meant he knew where you were, but could he really tell from touch alone? It was likely a ploy, although it did something to calm your throbbing heart. He re-established his pace, dragging you in tow. He made a degree of small talk along the way, but it was drowned out by all the thoughts swimming in your head. His palm was dangerously hot, like an oven, yet you were finding it impossible to let go. It was the kind of heat source your body craved, although you weren't entirely sure why.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech began to resonate like a gong, and before you had chance to ask what the hell was happening, you were tugged through the wooden frame of a door. It closed as soon as you stepped into the bright, blinding light. After all that darkness, this seemed like Hell. At least for the first few minutes. Once your eyes managed to adjust, you peered through heavy eyelids, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man calling himself 'Hawks'.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

Those tussles of hair that had previously ghosted your forehead turned out to be feathery and ash-blonde in colour. A small amount of stubble hung from his chin, and as he yawned, you saw perfect, snowy-white teeth. When he noticed the starstruck expression on your face, he grinned, the corners of his lips moving upwards. You blushed - even his cocky smile was breath-taking. He had the most awe-inspiring, chocolate-brown eyes, that twinkled in the glinting candlelight. His fluffy eyebrows made your heart weep, and the formation of those black triangles below his tear ducts reminded you of a bird. His peasant clothes were nothing to write home about, but the way he wore them certainly was. He somehow made them look more appealing and seductive than they should have been, yet you couldn't put a finger on the reason. An onyx, stud-shaped earring adorned both ears. He must have been a similar age to you - around 22 - and you wondered if he would consent to court someone so soon after meeting them. Despite his frankly irritating nature, he made your heart sing, and you instantly knew that you needed to be with him.

"Too hot for you, princess?" He smirked, arrogantly.

You flushed. "S-Sort of."

Adding moisture to his lips, he retorted, "Well, you're pretty sexy yourself, Miss."

After this comment, you immediately retracted your gaze, opting to look around the room instead. "W-Where are we, anyway?" You asked, a little confused.

"My bedchambers." He replied, laughing at your face, which was now stained red.

"W-Why am I here??"

He shrugged. "You followed me, dollface."

"You dragged me!"

In a district far removed from the prying eyes of royal sentries, a hoard of villainous men and women alike resided. Their sanctuary had been built in haste, as their ancestors needed a safeguard, away from anyone who might wish to hurt them. Those people, namely the kings Enji Todoroki and Toshinori Yagi, were fierce yet kind rulers, protecting their realms while simultaneously warding away the evil that lurked around the bend. Although their relationship was strained, the kings banded together for the greater good, and finally succeeded in expelling the tyrants. However, nothing was ever so simple - spies had been recruited and placed around the perimeter of the realms. They often caught wind of conspiracies, and would venture into the twisting labyrinth of a wasteland where they were never supposed to find. The mice frequently managed safe journeys, but the grand dictator, All For One, had abilities that far exceeded those of any normal human; he could hear their footsteps, smell their shallow breaths, feel those tell-tale vibrations in the air. There was never any privacy in his castle, and certainly no safety.

If he sought after your head, he would receive it. However, unlike what the rumours suggested, he never abused this power, instead deciding to reserve it for the serious threats. There was no point waging war against the kings without sufficient battle tactics, and All For One remained wounded from his encounter with the stronger of the two: King Toshinori Yagi.

"What shall we do with him, master?" A raspy voice called out, partially muffled by the detachable hand covering his face.

The large, shadowy figure he addressed reclined in his throne, looking upwards and intertwining his fingers, as if contemplating the question. This was all pretence - he had already begun putting the plan in motion, after all. To ease his pupil's mind, he replied, "Bring him in. Question him. Torture him if you have to. If he has valuable information, let him live. If he refuses to speak in three days' time, execute him."

"As you wish."

Messy blue hair whipped in all directions as he signalled for a few of the people in the room. They followed his lead, heading out of the double doors and down the nearest hallway. With him, there walked a tall, lean individual with an ebony mane and oddly-symmetrical burn marks, the skin purple and wrinkling. It was held together crudely by metal hoop piercings. Beside him, a smartly-dressed man with wisps of purple and black mist in place of a body, and a young, blonde girl with a Cheshire-Cat grin. These were apparently the people for the job. In this world of tricks and magic, these four were the ringmasters, controlling the rest of the troupe with strings of steel.

"Who do we get to kill this time??" The girl asked, almost drooling in anticipation of the hunt.

"You heard what master said." Came the agitated response. "We capture him and try to get what we need. If he manages to stay sane for three days, then you can have your fun."

The patchwork zombie spoke next. "How are we doing this, then? We can't storm Enji Todoroki's castle."

As his words echoed around the walls, a swirling vortex appeared, growing bigger and bigger until it could allow for all four to plunge into the blackness. Two, however, were commanded to hold back - the girl and the man with purple patches of flesh. The warp gate closed as soon as the others stepped through.

The hunters were on the prowl.

"Ah...don't be shy. Admit it - you wanted to spend the night with me." Hawks gifted you a wink, both flirtatious and amused.

He must have been savouring your embarrassment. "I can't admit what isn't true." You glanced towards one of the massive, stained-glass windows lining the nearby wall. Although it was difficult to see, you determined that it was indeed night-time. How had you spent so long in the castle? You could have sworn it was early afternoon when you arrived, and you shouldn't have been there for more than a few hours. Your detour with this cocksure fairy didn't feel as though it had taken any more than half an hour. Perhaps that was just because your brain was preoccupied, enjoying the company it was in. "I should leave now. It's late, and my shop needs guarding."

"Haven't you fashioned some defence system? Surely (Y/n) (L/n), the oh-so-talented master-craftsman would be prepared for everything?" He taunted, clearly trying to back you into a corner.

"I'm afraid I can entertain you no longer, jester. I need to leave. Something strange is happening - can't you sense it? Those lanterns were my inventions, and I need to figure out why they died." Turning on your heel, you began to walk away from the blonde-locked man and his mahogany door.

However, his laugh stopped you in your tracks. "I guess I do act like a jester, don't I?"

Mysteriously, like smoke, his voice soon trailed off. You couldn't even begin to comprehend how such a flashy, boisterous person would all of a sudden go completely quiet. It wasn't just that - you couldn't hear anything but the ear-splitting silence, like static running through your veins. The walls weren't moaning, the floor wasn't creaking, and nobody seemed to be breathing. There were no sounds. None at all. It was as if Hawks, along with the very castle, knew something you didn't, but their lips were sewn shut. You wondered if the walls would collapse around you, burying you alive, or maybe the ghosts of Enji Todoroki's victims would seek revenge, but instead attach themselves to and haunt you until the end of your days.

"What-" You tried to break the ice that had settled like stalactites on the ceiling, but felt as though a veil was slowly being wrapped around your neck, preventing any more words from reaching the surface.

Suddenly, hands as warm as a furnace grasped your ice-cold ones and dragged you through the door. When you looked at him, you saw that his face held a serious expression. He definitely knew something - something bad. You wanted to ask, but couldn't quite find the words to do so. Stepping through the door felt weird, as if your feet weren't touching wood, but rather something less material. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, opting to trust the man you had only recently met. After a few seconds, he tumbled on to a hard surface and, still being hand-in-hand, your body crashed into his. His head slammed into the brick, eliciting a faint, pained noise. Truth be told, he was in a lot of pain, but he didn't want you to have any anxieties about the situation, so he refrained from screaming. That was so much worse than stubbing your toe.

"You were surprisingly easy to catch, despite your profession. I did not expect you to have an accomplice, however. She could prove to be troublesome." The voice resonated in your ears painfully, like white noise.

"She's not an accomplice. I met her about two minutes ago - she looked lost, so I was just pointing her in the right direction." Hawks drew out the lie, allowing more time to think of an escape.

Whoever else was out there laughed. "We have orders, Hawks. You have been flying too close to the sun for a long time, and now it is your time to fall."

"So, what's the plan?" Hawks breathed, sparing a side-glance at your trembling figure. "Are you gonna put me in chains, lock me in the dungeons? You do have dungeons, right? I mean, this place is massive, and pretty much a castle."

"This place," The voice began. "Is a labyrinth."

You tugged at Hawks' sleeve. "What are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed??" You whisper-yelled, both furious with and concerned for the man.

"Out of tricks? That's such a shame. To answer your question: we will lock you in one of the many chambers within this labyrinth. There are so many corridors, that even if you were to escape from your cell, you would never reach the surface."

The air swirled in front of you, a mixture of black and purple. Two legs protruded from within, followed closely by a slim body, clad in a suit. Behind this imposing figure, another man stepped out of the darkness. He was dressed far lighter than the former, in only an onyx shirt, baggy trousers and slip-on shoes. You didn't recognise either of these men, given that you mostly stayed in your small town, never straying further than the treeline of the surrounding forest. Despite this, it was easy to reckon that they were the rumoured tyrants. At least, two of them. That thought made your hair stand on end, as though it had been exposed to a great deal of static electricity - what if there were more, hiding in the black void, ready to pounce at any moment? As if sensing your fear, one of the men (the one who seemed as if he might tend to a bar in his off-time), turned to address you.

"Miss, if you comply, then nothing shall be done to cause you harm." His tone was polite, but by that time, you had already chosen your side. You would remain with the person who had stolen your heart in a matter of minutes, with his witty, mischievous nature, and how he laughed in the face of danger, just to keep you safe.

So, although it might have been reason enough for your head to roll, you showed a level of defiance that they weren't expecting. The other man, whose voice was a lot more sickening, muttered something you couldn't hear, scratching his neck as he did so. His partner in crime seemed to sigh (though, with him having no discernible mouth, it was hard to tell), but elected against opposing his superior. The orders had already been given, after all, and any accomplice of the target must suffer the same, horrendous fate as him. You never knew what such seemingly innocent people could be hiding. Before he was grabbed, Hawks made an attempt to snare one of the stray knifes littered on the ground. His enemies noticed the plot, however, and ensured it wasn't followed through. A set of calloused hands gripped your neck and waist, hoisting you up on to your feet. You lashed out, but the hand around your neck clamped down harder, making you choke. You were gradually running out of oxygen. Soon, you couldn't handle the strain of fighting, and your body went limp, slumping against the blue-haired man. It was uncomfortable, but your vision was dimming, just like your lanterns back in the castle of Enji Todoroki. Just before you blacked out, you made the connection - they had been responsible for your burnt-out lights.

A spellbinding sight awaited your tired eyes - the walls were covered in ancient carvings, spiral-designs and other such patterns. You, alongside your companion, were confined in a large room, with no obvious doors or windows. You attempted to move, and although you had no bindings, your muscles were stiff. Almost immediately, your mind went into overdrive, trying to work out a viable escape plan. You could always create something to break through the wall, but you weren't sure how deep the labyrinth ran, and it seemed appropriate to assume that you would be easily captured. Raising a hand to your mouth, you began muttering to yourself, slowly piecing together a picture of what you were going to do. You needed to be extremely careful, as there were two lives on the line. If you were discovered mid-escape, it was likely that you would be executed, since you doubted Hawks had the skills required to take flight.

"...Flight! That's it!" You silently praised your ingenuity, glancing around to see if there was anything that could be of use. "Alright...I need the framework, and then something to hold them together. The shape needs to be perfect, for the air to pass over..."

Whilst in the midst of your mutterings, Hawks awoke and contemplated his situation. Then, he noticed you had been shoved into the same cell as him. An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside his chest, tugging at his heartstrings. It was a concoction of guilt, dread, love and sadness. You appeared to be working on something, kneeling in the dirt and presiding over your art. He stood with much effort, and he thought for a moment that his legs might have been broken. He managed to hobble over to where you were stationed, giving him a better view of whatever you were trying so desperately to complete. Your hands were moving rapidly, not letting him concentrate for very long. One minute, they just looked like smashed pieces of wood, but the next, they had a proper form.

"They'd be great if we could actually get out. Did you think about that, princess?" He had been in the labyrinth before, and knew just how tricky it was to navigate - it was meant to gradually drain your sanity, and make you compliant. If that didn't work, there was always good old-fashioned torture.

You responded after a few beats of silence. "You can do something about that, then. We'll need quite a large hole, or else these things won't get through."

Hawks smirked. "You're trying to get out? Bold of you to assume you can."

"Bold of you to suggest I can't." You countered, adding the finishing touches to your work. "Okay, now listen carefully - I managed to sculpt these out of scraps of wood, and I melted the wax from those candles." You pointed to them. "They will hold long enough to get us back to the realm of Enji Todoroki, but you cannot, under any circumstance, get caught in the heat of the sun. If you do, not only will you have wasted one of my creations, but you will plummet to your death. do you understand?"

There was a mischievous glint in his chocolate orbs. "You'd make a good gypsy, y'know."

You masked your smile behind irritation. "Do you understand?"

"Oh, completely. I just have to stay away from the sun, right?" He nodded.

"Correct." You released a breath you didn't know you had been holding; this man was going to be the death of you. A speck of silver flashed in your peripheral vision, and you directed your gaze accordingly. "Why would someone leave a hammer...?" You mumbled, confused.

Hawks hummed, then looked towards the object. "Well, seems like you've found our way out."

Stepping forwards without hesitation, he picked it up and did an initial, experimental swing. It collided with the wall of the labyrinth, severing the carvings and creating a small dent. His lips twitched upwards, and he held the hammer more firmly in his hands. He swung it again and again, shattering the wall almost entirely. To your surprise, it gave way to blinding sunlight and lush green land. Your mouth fell agape - both of you had been anticipating another layer of the winding entanglement. Nodding once to yourself, you handed a pair of wooden wings over to your accomplice, reminding him of your prior warning. Clasping your own tightly on to your person, you stood on the edge, looking down. You heard an awkward gulp from beside you - Hawks must have been nervous. Just before you were about to soar to freedom, a portal, black and purple, fissured a section of previously untouched wall. Two figures began marching into the frame.

You didn't give Hawks any time to think. With a hand on the wings, you propelled him forwards. You jumped out of the labyrinth after a few seconds, tailing closely behind Hawks, who was flapping his newly-acquired wings rather awkwardly. Although you detested the idea, you spared a brief glance back to your prison, seeing those two men standing among the ashes of the wall. Their faces displayed not anger, as you expected, but glee. Disturbed, you averted your eyes. They would not silence you. The people of your town would indeed hear your voice again, purchase your goods and request specific items. You would not be trapped.

Never again.

"Hawks, are you doing okay? Remember you need to move them yourself - just like a bird." You called, swooping past the blonde-haired man. An ecstasy-streaked expression had appeared on his face. You had to smile at this.

"This feels amazing! Damn, you really are good at making things. When we get back, could you jazz these up a bit for me?" He glided in the air, riding the wind, the breeze fluffing up his hair.

Below, a vast expanse of sea stretched out, going for miles and miles. You wanted to fly down, gently touching the surface with your feet, and making it look as though you were walking on water. Your eyelids flickered shut as you relished in Gaia's soft breaths. The clouds slowly ghosted past you. By the time you opened your eyes, it was far too late. Savouring the sweet taste of fresh air, like a starved child, Hawks had been consumed by a false sense of security. He neglected to recall your warning. The bright rays of the sun beamed down on his figure, washing an unpleasant heat over him. The wax which held his wooden wings together began to drip, raining down on the surface of the ocean like snowflakes. Soon, fractures started to show in the wood. You wanted to scream at him for being so idiotic. Instead, you dove towards the falling form. You missed by a millisecond. Speed was quickly becoming an issue, but you continued descending, reaching out a hand in the hopes that he would grab it. His arms and legs were flailing, and he couldn't seem to stay still for long enough. The water was luring him closer and closer.

In one last ditch effort, you howled out his name. "Hawks!"

His body met the blue liquid, and he was dragged down further, as if compelled by a magnet.

You caressed the water, watching and waiting for any sign of him. Tears were clouding your vision, cascading down your cheeks and eventually dripping down, into the sea. You didn't know if they would ever reach him, but you whispered a few words, distorted by sobs.

"...I warned you..."

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she’s got a way - b. b.

Summary: Bucky Barnes x reader.

Bucky's birthday celebration at Avengers Tower! There's strobe lights and people dancing and cake.... all of which Bucky doesn't want. But maybe there's someone who can change that...

Inspiration/Song: She’s Got A Way - Billy Joel

Word Count: 3k

Tags: birthday!bucky , Tony Stark Party ™, just overall fluff

A/N: Sorry I’m multiple days late of his birthday!! I only started writing this on the night of his birthday and it’s taken me a few days of editing so it’s unfortunately late.

Hope ya’ll enjoy!! <3

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"Happy birthday, Buck!" Steve smiled, gesturing to the massive LED-lit room, pulsating with over a hundred people invited by Stark.

"We compiled a list of all the things you would want in a party, and then we did the exact opposite of that," Sam teased, knowing Stark would never allow for a birthday to go by in Avengers Tower with just a "simple night in" like Bucky had wanted.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Hey! I was just told to throw a 40's themed party, and I think I delivered!" He motioned to the decor, which was, in fact, on point. Though the music and LED lights were way off, the room was styled like a 40's dance hall and all the guests were wearing fitted brown suits or flared skirts. It was about as much as you'd expect from a 2019 40's party.

"Well, I'd bet that a lot of this is Steve's work and not yours," Sam joked.

"How come I always do all the work and he gets all the credit!" Stark rolled his eyes.

Bucky chuckled at his friends' attempts to celebrate and surprise him (they'd spent the entire day dragging him to different places around the compound so he wouldn't see the progress happening in the main room).

But though he smiled and thanked his friends for the party, his thoughts were elsewhere, immediately scanning the room to find something-- or rather, someone.

"She's on your eight 'o' clock, at the bar," Steve whispered discreetly to Bucky, knowing fully that the man had stopped paying attention to the group’s conversation a while ago.

Bucky eyes immediately snapped to the bar, not even bothering to argue with Steve that he wasn't looking for you (at this point, it was so obvious that he couldn't even argue if he tried).

Of course you were there. How had he not seen you. You were absolutely glowing, wearing a navy, lacy bralette-styled crop top with a matching navy skirt that flared out at the waist. Your hair curled down your shoulders, and the way it glowed in the pink and blue LED lights surrounding you felt like something out of a movie it was so beautiful.

"Jesus," Steve chuckled, "You're such a goner. Just tell her already."

Bucky still didn't dignify that with a response, instead brushing past him and beginning to walk toward you. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest-- but then again, that was nothing new when it came to dealing with you.

Your back was to him as you sat at the bar, laughing at something Wanda had just next to you.

Mid-sentence, Wanda caught sight of Bucky walking up, grinning as she stopped the conversation, "There's the birthday boy!"

Your head whipped around to find the man of the hour himself.

"You're here!" You exclaimed, spinning around and standing up from your stool, "Happy birthday, Bucky!" you threw yourself at him to wrap him in a big hug, catching him off guard. You'd only hugged him a few times in all the months you'd known each other, and Bucky could still name every single time it had happened, just as if it were yesterday.

You pulled away from the hug with a grin, and Bucky could smell your perfume as you flipped your hair over one shoulder. Good God, Steve was right. He was a goner.

"You look... amazing," he shook his head, unable to comment on anything else.

You spun around, letting the skirt's fabric swish as it spun around your thighs, "You like it? We spent all week trying to find something 40's enough. Gotta say it was harder than expected," you smiled up at him, "So eventually I just gave up and settled for this. Crop tops work for a 40's theme, right?" you teased.

"I wouldn't exactly call this 'settling' sweetheart," he huffed.

"Oh? Then what would you call it?" You asked, tilting your chin up.

He just looked down at you, trying his hardest to recall how to breathe. It had something to do with his lungs, right? He honestly couldn't remember, not with the way your eyes were shining as you looked at him with that beautiful, radiant smile.

"Bucky!"

A voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he tried not to curl his fists with annoyance at the interruption.

"Buck," it was Steve, "I figured we could do that 4-person dance we did sometimes back in the day," he suggested.

"Four person, huh?" Bucky replied, not taking his eyes off Y/N. He recognized this was Steve's way of getting Bucky and you to dance without putting much pressure on Bucky to ask you. Suddenly Bucky was a lot less annoyed with the interruption...

"That sounds incredible!" You piped up, grabbing Bucky's arm in excitement (in a way that totally didn't make him forget the concept of breathing again-- no, absolutely not).

"Perfect! Come on, we can try to teach it to ya before the next song comes on!"

You grinned and grabbed Bucky's hand, following Steve quickly back through the crowd with a tight grip on Bucky.

You were holding his hand.

You were holding his hand. HIS hand.

And then suddenly, you'd come to a clearing in the crowd as Steve found Nat and you were no longer holding his hand, you were holding BOTH of his hands as you turned to face him completely.

"So, you gonna show me how to do this or what, Sarge?"

He laughed to himself, "Are you challenging me?"

"Maybe I am."

You gasped as you were suddenly dipped low to the ground unexpectedly.

Bucky smiled down at you as he supported your weight, his face getting dangerously close to your own, "Challenging Bucky Barnes in a dance isn't a good idea, sweetheart."

He quickly swung you up before twirling you in a circle and bringing you back against his chest, much closer than you had been before.

"I beg to differ," you huffed, still surprised from all his abrupt yet perfectly-executed moves, "It appears to be the best decision I've made all night."

Bucky grinned at you.

Back when he had been finally released from Hydra's grasp, he was worried that he'd never be like his old self-- never be able to charm a dame or dance again.

But there was something about you, about all this... When he was out here twirling you around, he couldn't even remember the Winter Soldier. He was just Bucky, comfortable and happy as he had been all those years ago.

"Would you two stop messing around and actually learn the dance partner switch part?" Nat joked, "We've been waiting for your asses for forever now!"

You only laughed and let go of Bucky's hands, "Alright, so teach us!"

Bucky groaned slightly at your letting go of his hands, so you quietly reached back and took his hand in yours as you continued to watch Steve and Nat show you the switching part.

Bucky's brain stopped working as he immediately stopped paying attention to the dance instruction and started going over a million questions about why you had just voluntarily taken his hand for no reason other than to just hold it.

W h a t.

But before you could even finish learning the steps, the 40's song that they'd requested for this specific dance had started and suddenly you had to just start.

You laughed and turned back to Bucky, who immediately slid into leading you through complicated dance moves. You followed along as best as you could, but just giggled the entire way through when you couldn't fully match him. These steps were not at all anything that Nat and Steve had just been doing, but Bucky was doing fabulously anyway, and he seemed to hardly notice that he wasn't doing the same moves.

Then suddenly, he was twirling you around to go toward Steve and switch partners. You laughed as Bucky's fluid dancing led you into knocking into Steve, who then proceeded to lead you very poorly through the dance.

You could hardly keep with the steps you were laughing so hard, "Steve," you wheezed, "You're awful at this!"

"You're not helping by standing there laughing!" Steve called back, but he was too busy laughing to be able to properly scold you for it.

Eventually you had to stop even bothering moving your feet because you both were bent over laughing with tears in your eyes.

Meanwhile you could see Nat and Bucky fighting for who was leading between the two.

"Cool it, Nat, I'm the boy let me lead--"

"Who says that men should lead? Steve and I were just doing fantastic with me leading..."

"Oh, come on!" Bucky argued back, as he forced her into a spin.

This had turned into an utter mess, and it only made you laugh harder.

Before you knew it, suddenly Nat was dragging you away to be her partner, exclaiming something about how boys suck.

You threw your head back with a grin and went along with it, letting her lead. She glared over at the boys as she dipped you and spun you around, trying to show off how much better this was working without men around.

You laughed even harder as you watched Bucky and Steve start dancing together to prove her wrong, instead proving her completely correct as they did terribly.

"Just admit it, you guys are terrible dancers!" She called over to them.

"Never!" Bucky argued.

"Alright, alright, I'll admit it if it means I can get my girlfriend back, Jesus Christ!" Steve whined playfully.

Nat chuckled, and just before the song was over, she spun you around forcefully, sending you in the opposite direction.

Dizzy, you nearly toppled to the ground before a pair of strong arms caught you just in time.

You blinked, regaining your bearings as Bucky stood you back up on your feet.

"Thanks," you smiled up at him.

He shrugged a shoulder, not breaking eye contact, "Super soldier reflexes."

"Mhmm," you grinned wider, just staring into his beautiful, deep blue eyes.

After what you realized had been too long of a silence, you coughed and turned back to yell at Nat for her recklessness in an attempt to hide what had just happened. But suddenly you couldn't see her anymore. You turned to your other side and realized you couldn't see Steve anymore either. Oh.

You looked back to Bucky who must've just come to the same realization.

"Looks like it's just the two of us, doll," he said, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips as a new song began playing:

She's got a way about her

I don't know what it is

But I know that I can't live without her...

He slid one hand down to the small of your waist and took the other one, holding it up in his without taking his eyes off you.

He began swaying you back and forth in time with the soft rhythm of the song.

"You know this song, Buck? Billy Joel?" You asked softly.

Bucky shook his head. While Bucky had never heard it before, he knew that it was immediately gonna be his favorite forever. The lyrics poured into his ears and he couldn't help but feel that someone had written down every single one of his thoughts about you and put them in a single song.

"Billy Joel is one of my favorites," you smiled, "Maybe I'll show you some more of his songs later."

She comes to me

when I'm feeling down

Inspires me without a sound

He liked the sound of that. A promise. "Later." More time with you later.

She touches me

and I get turned around...

He smiled at the lyric and spun you around slowly, watching your skirt fan out and recollect around you as you giggled at his mimicking the song. You grinned up at him.

She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it is...

He was forgetting how to breathe again as you leaned into him and rested your head against his shoulder.

But I know that I can't live without her anyway...

"Y/N?" He piped up at one point, his voice hoarse with nerves as he decided on what he was about to finally say.

"Yeah?" you asked, pulling away to look him in the eyes.

Oh God, no, this was way harder with you looking him in the eyes.

"There's something I've been wanting to--"

Before he could find the words, the music was coming to a stop and a voice was overtaking the speakers, "Alright, alright! So, you all came here to celebrate the birthday of the oldest man in the room..." Stark's annoyingly timed voice announced.

Suddenly everyone in the room was turning to you two. You awkwardly pulled away from him, wanting to avoid the attention of everyone in the room. Bucky looked between the crowd to you.

No, no, no! Fuck!

"-- meaning it's time to wish a happy 102nd birthday to our very own tin man--" Stark was saying, as Sam came up and began dragging him away toward the cake.

"Wait, Y/N, I--" but you'd been lost in the crowd.

Bucky huffed, allowing himself to be dragged away as he frowned at the spot where the two of you had just been standing, dancing.

Sam led him to a grand table with all the Avengers already there waiting. Except you.

The crowd, led by a smug Stark, led a too-loud-and-off-key version of 'Happy Birthday' that made Bucky want to cover his ears.

But Steve had a hand on his shoulder and was looking at him so happily that Bucky attempted to shake off his bad mood and enjoy the gesture. They'd come a long way since the Accords, and he was grateful to no longer be the most loathed member of the Avengers.

Then the song was over, and a massive sheet cake was being brought over with must be a hundred candles.

"That's gotta be a fire hazard," he muttered with a chuckle. The candles had been your idea; you'd thought it was hilarious when you suggested last week that they actually put one hundred and two candles on the cake and see if he could blow them all out with one go.

Suffice to say, he could not. Everyone in the room laughed as he attempted many times to get all the candles to die out.

Once the candles were finally out, though, and attention was finally seeping off of Bucky as everyone returned to their own conversations, Bucky's thoughts immediately returned to finding you.

The room was in chaos, and all the Avengers were still trying to give him happy birthday wishes that he didn't care to hear. It didn't help as a flock of waitresses began flooding the room to hand out slices of cake.

Bucky turned to check the other side of the room as a plate with a massive slice was being pushed into his hands.

"Oh, no thanks I don't want any--" he started, but froze as he found himself face to face with you.

"Well, that's unfortunate," you said matter-of-factly as you held up the two forks in your hands, "'cuz I was hoping to share it with you."

He stared into your shining eyes for a moment, a smile slipping onto his face. Of course. Why had he not thought of this?

The moment was broken as someone accidentally bumped into him, almost sending the cake in his hands flying if you hadn't caught it just in time.

You giggled as he resettled on his feet, "’Good reflexes’, huh, Sarge?"

"Shut up," he grinned, "Here, just follow me," taking the cake back, he interlaced his fingers with yours and began to lead you through the crowd.

Butterflies rose in your chest as you looked down at your hands together-- and it finally wasn't because you had initiated it.

You'd made it through to the other side of the room, and Bucky was letting go of your hand to open the balcony's sliding doors. You followed him outside and to the balcony's thick railing, where he placed the cake plate.

"Outside, huh? This is your solution? Buck, it's like 40 degrees out here and I'm in a crop top," you argued, mirthfully.

"They say that cake tastes better outside," Bucky told you, taking one of the forks from your hand.

You laughed, "No one has ever said that, Barnes."

"Well, now I have," he decided jokingly as he began sliding his coat off, "'James Barnes, March 10th 2019.'"

You grinned as he slipped the warm fabric across your shoulders, "Well, then this better be the best cake I've ever had, James Barnes."

He shushed you before sliding his fork through the cake to grab a generous bite. You watched as he brought the piece into his mouth, giving it a moment before humming at its amazing taste.

"Eat your words, Y/N," he said, swallowing his piece and going for another, "This tastes fantastic."

"Oh, shut up," you knocked his shoulder, "It's only 'cuz Pepper's fabulous at picking cakes." You took a bite of your own, and fought back your own hum of enjoyment. Seriously, Pepper was good.

He shrugged, "I'm still right, though."

"You just got lucky," you shook your head, taking another bite.

"You're right, I did," he answered, his eyes locked on you.

You blinked, turning to him. You stared at each other for a long moment, before Bucky stood up to face you fully.

Your breathing stopped as Bucky took your fork and put it on the plate with his, pushing them both aside disregardingly as he brought up a hand to your cheek.

You gasped slightly as he began leaning toward you. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you sighed as your lips connected.

Months of waiting for Bucky to make a move, and finally he had.

After a short kiss, he pulled back, his brow furrowed as he tried to assess how you felt about it.

You giggled breathily, the taste of cake from his mouth on your tongue.

"What?" he asked.

"I believe you've just proved your point, James Barnes," you said, "Cake tastes much better outside.”

He gave a short laugh before immediately pulling you in for another kiss. You complied happily.

"Wait, wait,” you pulled away slightly, “do you hear that?" A large grin spread across your face.

He frowned, attempting to listen for whatever you were talking about. He couldn’t hear anything besides the loud chatter of the crowd, until there. A muffled song from inside playing underneath all the conversations...

She's got a way about her...

"I told Sam if he didn't make the playlist longer, we'd have repeats," you giggled as you buried your face in Bucky's chest.

One of Bucky's hand smoothly slid over to take yours as he began swaying to his new favorite song.

"Remind me to thank Sam later, then."

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feral-renaissance-cat · 6 years

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Enjoy It While You Can (Part 5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Mighty Nein move to a room on the second flood that has been left available for them. There’s a walk-in closet with a curtain covering the entrance that most of them use as a hiding spot. Nott, however, is hiding on the bed behind the illusion of a large fluffy pillow, her crossbow at the ready. Beau helps Fjord do some meditative breathing techniques to calm himself. Fjord picks at his teeth again, which looks to anyone else like the Ruby of the Sea is biting her nails. Jester dashes out of the closet to slap his hand away from his face, then grabs Beau by the wrist and pulls her into hiding with the rest.

“You’re gonna do great!” Beau says over her shoulder.

Everyone arranges themselves around the edge of the curtain, except for Caleb who is watching through Frumpkin’s eyes from the cat’s position under the bed. Jester is crouched on the floor, Beau is peering over her, Molly is pressed against the wall with one eye closed so he can better focus with the other, Caduceus is leaning over all three since he has to stoop to fit anyway, and Yasha stands behind them all, preferring to simply listen.

Someone knocks at the door. Fjord strikes as seductive of a pose as he can manage, which isn’t too bad, actually. Jester mimics her mother’s voice and calls out, “Come in!”

The door creaks open. Algar is wearing a similarly ill-suited outfit as he was wearing when the group first saw him. It seems as though all his clothes are a size too small, but he wears them anyway because they look fancy. It does, however, emphasize the fact that he’s no scrawny pushover. He has a broad chest and thick arms, and for a moment Molly thinks of Lorenzo. Molly clenches his fist. That’s not going to happen again.

“My dear sweet Ruby!” Algar exclaims, rushing into the room. Fjord takes a hasty step back then puts his fingers to his lips. The real Marion would have done it with more grace. From what Molly can see Fjord seems nervous. Algar stops anyway. “Ah! Right.” He turns and closes the door to the room. They’ve accomplished that much, at least, now if only Fjord can get him into the chair…

Algar reaches his arms out to Fjord as he swoops in for an embrace. Everyone in the closet sharply inhales as one. If Algar touches Fjord he’ll realize it’s all an illusion. Fjord ducks to the side, and manages to do so in a way that almost seems coy. Algar thinks so, apparently. “Oho, still playing hard to get? You invited me here, so I know you want the same thing I do. Why don’t we stop playing games?” He starts to undress.

“Wait!” Jester calls out in her mother’s voice. Beau hisses at her.

“What’s this?” Algar says, looking from Fjord to the closet and back.

“I’ve taken up ventriloquism,” Jester says. “How am I doing?”

Jester had suggested this plan earlier, but it was shot down because of how risky it sounded. Molly grabs Jester’s tail with his own and gives it a sharp tug. Jester tugs back.

Algar chuckles. “Quite impressive, though I doubt that’s why you called me here?”

“Oh please,” Jester says. Fjord struggles to react quickly and gesture accordingly. “I’ve been practicing so hard. Could you sit down and watch for a while?”

There’s a pause so silent and heavy that it’s as though everyone in the room has stopped breathing. Algar takes a step backwards towards the door. “Perhaps I misunderstood…”

Fjord puts a hand out to stop him. Molly can’t see the exact expression on his face, but Fjord undoes the sash of the nightgown he’s “wearing” to reveal the sexy underclothes beneath it.

Algar grins. “Or perhaps I didn’t.”

Fjord gestures to the chair. Algar advances on him, unbuckling his belt as he goes. Fjord moves closer to the chair.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” Algar asks teasingly. “Did you misplace your voice?”

Beau puts her hand over Jester’s mouth before Jester can say anything. Molly yanks her tail again. When he looks up, Fjord has his hands up defensively while Aglar is trying to pull him into his arms.

“I love you, dear Ruby,” Algar says. “I need you to be mine. I won’t rest until you are.” Fjord is all but fighting him off. “Come now, we don’t need to dance this dance anymore. You love me too, I know it. Let me show you…” Algar knocks Fjord’s hands away and closes the space between them.

A splash of sea water strikes the drawn curtains of the window. “I’d back the fuck up if I were you,” Fjord says. His gruff voice sounds even stranger coming from Marion’s mouth as Marion’s voice sounded coming from the closet. He has his falchion in his right hand and his left crackles with dark energy.

Algar jumps back immediately. “W-What is this? What’s going on?”

Fjord extends the falchion so the point is under Algar’s chin. “Take a seat, and I won’t hurt you.”

“It’s a trick! A trap! Help! Someone help!” Algar dashes for the door, but as he reaches for the handle a crossbow bolt sinks into the wood a few inches above it. Algar whips around to search for the source. The big fluffy pillow is still in place on the bed. Molly checks how the others are reacting. Yasha is craning her neck to see through the curtain, Beau and Jester are practically holding each other, and Caleb’s fingers are extended like cat claws though his eyes are still pale. Molly looks straight up, and Caduceus is looking down back at him.

“I said, sit.” Fjord twists his left hand and the energy burns a brighter yet darker shade.

Beau taps Jester frantically. “Your thaumaturgy!” she hisses. “Use your thaumaturgy!”

“Hu— Oh! Right!” Jester puts out a hand. Molly can barely hear the whispers she conjures, but he can tell they’re coming from Fjord’s vicinity. Algar pales, staring agape and cowering. Then with shaking steps he moves to the chair and sits down.

Fjord smiles. It makes Marion look sinister, menacing, the complete opposite of the kind and gentle woman the Mighty Nein met the night before. “Good. I appreciate your cooperation.” He lets the spell he was holding fizzle.

“Wh-Who are you?” Algar stammers.

“Well, clearly I am not the Ruby of the Sea,” Fjord says. He drops the illusory disguise. Algar scoots back in terror. Fjord is by no means as intimidating as a full-blooded orc, but he is noticeably taller than Marion, and the switch from red to green skin in this lighting is jarring. His eyes, strangely, don’t change much. Molly always considered Fjord’s eyes to be some kind of light honey brown, and yet from here they appear almost yellow, serpent-like.

“What do you want from me?” Algar trembles as he reaches for his coin purse. “Whatever it is you want, you can have it, but please don’t hurt me.”

Fjord smirks with a light chuckle. A chill runs down Molly’s spine. “Y’see, Algar — yes, I know your name — I work for a certain…gentleman who supports the ‘illicitly industrious’, like the Ruby of the Sea. Word reached him recently that a certain obstacle was preventing her from continuing her work. My employer sent me to deal with that obstacle.”

Algar jerks his head from side to side, searching the room. “There’s more of you here, I know it. Who else? Show yourselves!”

Everyone in the closet looks at one another. Without a word, Caleb opens his side of the curtain and steps out. Unfortunately, this closes off the crack the rest were using to watch. “Ja gut,” Caleb says. “You caught me. I wasn’t supposed to come out unless you proved to be uncooperative, but I couldn’t resist fucking with your head a little back there.”

Molly plans a “coming out of the closet” quip for later. For now, he gingerly reaches out with his tail to try to pull the side of the curtain open again. Jester notices and adds her tail to the effort. Together, they regain their view of the room. Caleb is standing with his hands up, somewhat blocking their view of Algar.

Algar laughs nervously. “This is some kind of joke,” he says. “Did this one pull you off the street to help him? What’s going on?”

Without a word, Caleb’s hands catch ablaze. Algar flails with a squeak of alarm. “What is going on, mein Freund, is that you are thorn, a pest. We are pest control. We aren’t exterminators necessarily, buuut…” He extinguishes one hand and reaches into his pocket. Molly catches a glimpse of something on his fingertips before Caleb moves that hand across his face. “I suggest you be honest and let us know if it has to come to that.”

The parts of Algar that Molly can see relax. “I love her,” he says. His voice has the familiar tone of someone under a charming spell. “I need her. She’s so beautiful and I can’t bear the thought of other men touching her.”

“That’s kinda her job, though,” Fjord says.

“It shouldn’t have to be. If only she could see that I can provide for her, that she doesn’t need to debase herself by cavorting with those perverts, then she would love me, too.” Algar lifts his left arm. The sleeve falls back enough to reveal something glinting underneath that Molly can’t make out. “I have a powerful ally under the city,” he says. “So long as I control him I can give her whatever she wants, if only she’ll say she is mine. If you let me go to her, show her, then she can give up this life and finally be happy.”

Jester’s tail twitches in a way that makes the curtain flutter. Fortunately, Algar does not appear to notice. Beau puts her hand over Jester’s mouth again.

“You mentioned an ally,” Fjord says. “What ally?”

“I don’t have to tell you that,” Algar replies.

Fjord looks to Caleb, who shrugs. “Technically he doesn’t,” Caleb says. “I only asked if we would need to kill him to make him fuck off.”

“You said he had to be honest.”

“And clearly he honestly doesn’t have to tell us who this ‘ally’ is.” Caleb relights his other hand. “But I’m sure we could get him to talk eventually.” He pauses. He mutters something then extinguishes his hands. “Never mind, he’s not worth the effort. All we have to do is get him to promise he will drop this sick obsession, unless he wants us to continue where we left off at a later date.”

Algar shifts in his seat. “I only need a few more weeks to woo her, and then she’ll—”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Fjord interrupts. “I was just on the receiving end of your ‘wooing’ and I can tell you flat out that that is not how you get a woman like her to like you.”

“I’m going to have to concur on that,” Caleb says. “Honestly Fjord showed some restraint. I know a few women who would have ripped your head off it you tried that on them.”

Molly glances over at Yasha with a smile. Yasha’s eyes are narrowed and her jaw clenched, but when she notices Molly’s smile the corner of her mouth twitches upward in response. Molly is also smiling because of all the members of their group, Fjord and Caleb are the most awkward and clumsy flirters — Keg might have given them a run for their money, but hey, it worked on Beau somehow — and yet they’re trying to give romantic advice. Considering that this guy’s idea of “wooing” is “be extremely needy and aggressive until she says yes”, even they seem like masters of seduction by comparison.

Fjord takes a few steps closer to Algar, still holding his falchion. “If you’d ever actually talked to the Ruby of the Sea you’d know she’s perfectly happy in her current situation. She doesn’t need you to ‘save’ her from her job. But since we were sent to save her job from you, that’s what we’re gonna do, one way or another.” He dismisses the falchion so he can grip both arms of the chair and lean over Algar. “Leave her alone. Find someone else who actually likes you, and not someone who just puts up with you.”

“Keep in mind we will be watching,” Caleb says. “You have seen how we can disguise ourselves. That means anyone you pass on the street might be one of us, or one of our associates.”

“That’s right,” Fjord says. His form shifts. Algar’s reaction confirms Molly’s suspicion; Fjord has changed his face to mirror Algar. “We can be anyone.”

Caleb also changes into a copy of Algar, who whimpers wordlessly. The room is silent for a moment, aside from Algar’s noises of distress. At last Algar breaks. “Alright!” he exclaims. “Alright, I’ll— I promise I will leave the Ruby to her…work.”

“Good choice.” Fjord straightens and stands aside. “Now get out.”

Algar sprints for the door. He stops briefly at the sight of the crossbow bolt still sticking out above the handle. With one final panicked look around the room, he makes a hasty exit.

When the door slams shut, everyone comes out of hiding. Jester bounces with delight. “Oh man! You guys really got him. I almost disguised myself too and popped out just to fuck with him.”

“I think that would have been a bit much,” Fjord says. His demeanor has completely shifted. His shoulders are relaxed and the harsh expression on his face is gone, though his eye color still appears more yellow than anything else. Molly isn’t one to judge on unusual eye color, but it occurs to him that Fjord never mentioned what the other half of his half-orc lineage was. Given that he claims to be an orphan, that’s not surprising. Molly’s interest is definitely piqued regardless.

“Can we trust that he’ll actually keep his word?” Beau asks.

Caduceus nods in his slow sure way. “He seemed pretty shaken by the thought of you two following him in disguise. Any time he wonders if he’s crossing a line he’ll assume you’re nearby and — hopefully — make the right decision.”

Fjord breathes a sigh of relief. “I am so glad that’s over. Now we can focus on finding out who this Marius guy is.” He smiles to Jester. “But first, let’s go tell your mom the good news.”

Part 6

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The Details: are they God’s or the Devil’s?

I don’t care; I just love them.

Pick Stitching

Suit Linings

Interior Pockets

Flat Piping

Contrast Collars

and OMG the feel of the fabric.

In 2007 while working at Harry Rosen as Visual Coordinator for Alberta, the new spring season of Etro arrived. I almost cried. The jackets were so beautiful. Colourful mix-matched tweeds, luscious paisley satin linings and contrast lapels to die for. The guys thought I was crazy and not for the first time. (I had recently lost almost 100 lbs with Jenny Craig and was not quite sane) But…

Please excuse me while I rip off my shirt. I’m having a Chinook. This talk of menswear is making me hot. Yes ZZTop, there really is nothing sexier than a well-dressed man. Not necessarily expensive, just well. In the late 70’s/ early 80’s young men made a point of being grubby. Not even cool, like grunge, just grubby and unkempt with the absence of style. It was supposed to be Macho. Or Poetic. Hmmmm. Yes, this is the way I tell a story. Bare with me. He-Heh.

…But, the fresh new offerings reaffirmed my love of all aspects menswear. Back in the day, the mid 80’s, I remember the guys at Jack Fraser Menswear in Winnipeg where I was the Regional Display person (or Displaced Person as the called me) teasing me at my excitement over a new box of ties. Not just any ties. New Bosa silk paisley ties. Yes, it’s supposed to sound like Boss. I got so sick of polyester neats and stripes. It was like Christmas when something new came in to go with all the pink dress shirts. Oh the 80’s.

And then again yesterday evening…. André, my hunnybunny, had gotten paid in Brooks Brothers Gift Cards. $1800 worth. Go figure. Very sadly, during the apocalypse our local Brooks Brothers closed their doors and, as far as we know, permanently. So, unable to order online in Canadian Dollars, as usual I ended up calling them in the States where they manually entered my order and Gift Cards. Very Helpful, Thanks Michael!

Less than a week later and after paying $150 in taxes and duty Fed Ex delivered an oddly small box containing 5 pairs of dress pants, a windowpane suit jacket, and a $100 belt. I says to André: ‘why did you order another black belt?’ He says: ‘I’ve never owned a $100 belt before.’ Fair Enough.

Eeek! forgot to do my 500 steps this hour. Back in 3.

Pant! Pant!

As he modeled them, he has a very cute butt and he knows how to strut, I was carefully taking all the tags and labels off, the feel of the fabric and the precision of the stitching brought me back to my happiest career hours picking out coordinates for the windows and dressing bust forms. One of my weirder skills is being able to unpackage a dress shirt with all its itty bits put neatly in the shirt bag with my eyes closed in less than 5 seconds. If only there were Retail Olympics…

Anyhoo, it was the Grey Windowpane Jacket that really made me smile. The contrast red felt collar lining, the one red threaded button, the red flat piping along the interior lining and pocket. It even has a strip of lining to hold the double vents from flapping. Classic design well-executed is Nirvana. And makes me drool.

But, don’t forget to undo the Vent stitching. It makes you look…..inexperienced.

Subtlety and Restraint are two excellent ways to describe menswear in general. Well, British and North American menswear. The Europeans are much more outgoing. As I possess neither subtlety nor restraint these are things I admire and covet. Nothing makes me happier than a faint blue, red, or bronze stripe hidden in charcoal flannel. Pick it out with a blue or oxblood tie, cognac shoes and belt and it’s sublime. Step back (5 foot rule) to see if it works. If the suit is striped add a plaid Windsor Collar shirt or if it’s plaid add a yarn-dye stripe. And a pocket square if you’re feeling impish.

Ah the fabrics, and the ties, and the patterns and styles all with their unique lingo. Mmmm Lingo.

Whisper with me:

Bespoke

Epaulet

Haberdashery

Collar Roll

Sartorial

Pinstripe

Sprezzatura…..

Definitely the Devil.

I’ve bought a lot of menswear over the years. For myself. My former partner would have nothing to do with anything that wasn’t an old dirty fedora and a dusty ripped trenchcoat. God, he sounds like a Flasher. It was kind of the same thing as buying myself a present on Father Day because on Mother’s Day even after 3 children I still heard ‘you’re not my mother’. Not that I’m bitter. I gave the man Twins. What more can I do.

Having never been petite of stature or nature, sometimes menswear was my only option. 5’8, size 11 feet, and superbly curved I did not fit the skinny, big haired lollipop girl ideal of the times. Not only did they not offer any kind of fashion in a size 14-16, but all the pants were too short and all the sleeves were ¾. Ok, I had to take in all the waists in men’s stuff, but, as if being one of the only women working in menswear wasn’t enough, wearing it was my own personal rebellion against the female stereotype. That, and I loved the Jackets. Shoulder Pads reigned supreme at that time and they who had the shoulder pads had the power.

And, in any case, it was suicide to wear anything sexy or revealing. Sexual Harassment was rampant. And expected. And a man’s right. I almost stabbed a store manager to death with my wire cutters one day when he grabbed my ass and I automatically back handed him. Any job you applied for you had to have a professional answer ready for ‘How badly do you want this job?’ The things that were said to me on a daily basis even from my bosses would make your hair curl.

‘Do you know what would look good on you? Me.’

I remember a guy at the St. Vital store that kept trying to get me to go to his place for a quicky at lunch. One day I got so tired of it that I finally grabbed my tape measure and told him to whip it out ‘cause I wasn’t going to waste my time for less than 9”. He declined. And left me alone from then on.

I digress, it’s so nice to be older and wiser and not care about being taken seriously. And people go to jail now for being…. impolite. I dress like a sexy bamf on a daily basis, embrace my curves and still have more balls than most men I’ve known. And I still love menswear.

Omg! Chinooking again. Why? Why do I wear lycra pants? Oh ya, they make my butt look almost as cute as André’s, but so hoooot. And not in a good way. Excuse me as I take them off also. That’s better.

Despite the handicap of his father, I managed to raise my son to be a well-dressed individual. I think a lot of it was my Father’s influence as well. My Father came of age in the 50’s wearing khaki’s, Dack’s, golf jackets on the weekends and suits to work every day. And, of course, he taught me how to tie a tie. He was left-handed, but forced to be right-handed in school so he batted and tied his tie from the left. Which was awesome because I was right-handed so it all worked out when he showed me.

This is also the man who refused to by a new pair of jeans for the entire 70’s. He wouldn’t wear flares. He had a pair of twill demin pants in narrow white, yellow, and brown stripes that were so recognizable that my Great Aunt Vera recognized him from her moving vehicle as he was filling up at a gas station. It must have been the ’69 Biscayne*. She had just arrived in town from Winnipeg and hadn’t seen him for a few years. Those were some pants. But they weren’t flares.

The ‘80’s on were a big relief for him. He spent the rest of his life, we lost him to Cancer in 2005, in khakis and neat plaid short sleeved shirts and polo shirts. I kept his Grey Flannel Pants and Navy Blazer for years.

We also called him Sir…

And Again! Forgot to do my 500 steps this hour. Back in 3.

….When we would call him at the office, (in Grade 2, an avid reader, I called him every time I finished a chapter in Alice in Wonderland) you couldn’t just ask for Dad. Everybody was a Dad. So we asked to speak to George. When he came on the line he would say ‘That’s Sir to you, kid.’ And it stuck. Even our friends called him Sir. My sister’s kids called him Papa Sir. Kinda like Papa Smurf only more respectful. My youngest niece, Courtney, called him Papa Sewer, but that was just the way she spoke as a toddler. We found it very amuuuuusing. As did he.

Aaaaand, back to my son. I actually enlisted him to work part time at Rosen’s when he was 16. He wanted (or did he?) a part-time job and we needed a Saturday merchandiser. I’d already taught him and his twin sisters how to fold their clothes properly, iron a shirt, and do their laundry. I also taught them that when they look at clothing in a store they need to put it back exactly they way they found it. Respect for Retail. It was sooo fun to dress him and see him get measured for his first suit. Staff Discounts Rock! We never actually worked together at the same time, but it was cool to work at the same place.

I also told him, it being his first job, that ‘If you’re late, screw up, or make me look bad I will let them fire you.’ I also told him ‘Don’t forget we work this lifestyle, we don’t live it.’ Entitled is not a good look on anybody. He chose his Boss suit for Grad, slim fit with pointy shoes and put his long blonde hair in pony tail for the occasion. This was way before man-buns which he would have scoffed at anyway.

I was so proud of him at the first Christmas Party and and at the 2nd he wore his made to measure Tilford purple velvet peak lapel Jacket. As he danced with his girlfriend on the dancefloor I couldn’t help shouting ‘Shake what your mama gave you!’ He got me back when we did a company paintball tournament. The pic of us two in our guns an gear hung in the staff room for ages. But, kept he shooting me. It hurt.

‘William, we’re on the same team. Stop shooting me!’

‘Then stop being a pylon.’

If anyone has pics or memories of the things I’m describing, please feel free to share with rest of us!

*more on Dad’s Vehicles. ’64 Pontiac Stratochief ’71 Chevrolet Impala Custom and the Volaré Station Wagon Woh-oh. Volaré! Woh-oh-oh-no! Not a GM product. ‘Nuff Said. Stay Tuned.

#welldressedmen #menswear #devilinthedetails #metoo #haberdashery #merchandising #display

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Tenaria Tale: Chapter 3, Colorful Intros

The ruins are beautiful. You agree with this, and walk around slowly, admiring the detailed carvings into the pillars holding up the colorful mosaic roof. Considering you are walking down a hallway staring upward at the roof, its inevitable that you bump into someone.

“What in tarnation?” A thick southern accent resounds from the tall man before you. His arms and legs a smooth chrome, dressed in blue denim overalls, a brown t-shirt, and a red baseball cap. He turns and looks down at you.

“What kind of Character are you? You look small, whats with that striped sweater? You must be a kid. Huh. “ He kneels down at looks at you in the eyes, his eyes a deep brown. “Well welcome to the ruins, im Farmer John, I grow grapes down here. Come visit my farm sometime, it’s down the hall to the right. To the left is the path to the queen’s house.”

He stands up and nods down at you. You nod back, what a pleasant conversation. Farmer John smiles slightly and walks down the hall, taking a right to go to his farm. You stand there for a bit and ponder, should you go to his farm? Or just keep going and get to Tracey’s house?

You decide to go to the farm. You recognize plot development when you see it. What do you mean I’m breaking the fourth wall too much, I’m the narrator, I can do as I please. Just get walking child.

You start walking down the hallway and take a right, immediately around the corner, rows upon rows of grape vines are filling the room, at the end of the hall was a small house. Standing at the porch of the home stood Farmer John, leaning on a post stood another man in a clean blue suit, and red rimmed glasses. The two seemed to be discussing something about cotton.

You approach and the suit man looks down at you. “Oh, a child, i can tell by the striped sweater”

He smiles and munches on an apple. You aren’t sure where he got the apple, you decide not to question it too much and move on.

“I’m Pointdexter, I help John here with the farming cause ya’know, “ he takes another bite from his apple, the previous bite somehow missing. “Fruits and stuff”

You decide to question the apple now.

“My apple? I made it”

His answer is too vague and confusing.

“I make fruits and veggies. It’s my magic. John’s magic is strength, mine’s making fruits.”

This answer is better. He offers you an apple? Take it?

YES NO

You decide to take an apple, even though you aren’t hungry. You understand that it might come in handy later.

YOU HAVE ACQUIRED A RED APPLE. IT LOOKS TASTY AND RADIATES A STRANGE ENERGY.

John and Pointdexter smile at you and let you know how to get back to the main path.

You wave as you walk out, heading towards Tracey’s house.

“Psst, hey kid”

A voice whispers from the hall. You turn and see two more men leaning against a wall, the one on the right dressed in a slick black suit, brown rimmed glasses and a black hat, with a red rim. The one on the left in a simple black suit and red tie, with dark black sunglasses hiding his eyes.

“You must be new down here” the Hat wearing man smirks down at you. “You must be new down here, allow us to give you a bit of expository information”

“Convenient right? “ The one in glasses comments.

“Lets start with introducing ourselves, I’m Don, and this is Agent Carter. “ The one with the hat began speaking, “And welcome to the ruins. The original home of the Characters when we first got banished down here. Set up by King Wechidna and his wife Queen Tracey, all of us lived in this area before the King began work on expanding out underground home. Now it is made up of six areas. Ruins here, Snowdin out there, then Waterfall, Hotlands, The CORE, and NEW Home. “

Agent Carter continues “The Readers trapped us down here with a magic barrier made by seven powerful readers known as Authors. The only way to free us is by the combined power of seven Reader souls. King Wechidna knew this would be an impossible task, gathering the souls and instead decided we would peacefully live down here instead. We, as people agreed and began settling in. “

“But that all changed when the first Reader fell down here” Don continued. “Their name had long been forgotten, but they were kind. Determined, but kind. King Wechidna and Queen Tracey took them in, and they quickly grew close to the royal son, Samexe. The Reader grew to love us Characters, and our culture, and began to grow angry at the cruelty of the other Readers. “

“So, as the legends go, the young Reader came up with a plan”

“They remembered long ago they accidentally made their father sick by feeding him buttercup flowers, so the reader gathered some up and ate them”

“Days, the reader lay sick in bed for days, the Underground grew silent, somber until the day they died. Samexe absorbed their soul and withit got past the barrier. “

“They took the body of their fallen friend out to the local Reader village. “

“The readers thought Samexe had killed the Reader. So they attacked. Despite all the power Samexe had, he never fought back, he simply set the Reader down on a patch of buttercup flowers and returned to the underground. “

“He fell to his knees as the entrance of the ruins, where that nice pumpkin patch is now and became the dust we all do. “

“It was after that, King Wechidna made a vow, no more Readers will pass through here, Royal Guards were put in place to capture all Readers and deliver them to the king. Queen Tracey was horrified by this behaviour after the next reader fell, another child. This child was one of Integrity, this one was captured here in the ruins, by you right don?”

“Yup, I captured that one, sent it to the King and Queen. I remember the Queen’s face when King Wechidna killed it, capturing the soul in this jar thing. “

You step back from Don and Carter.

“Oh yah, we’re both Royal Guards kid” Carter replies. “But you have no reason to be scared, no Readers have fallen down here in years.”

“Yah, i hear they are super dangerous. Here” Don hands you a small pocket knife.

YOU HAVE ACQUIRED A SMALL POCKET KNIFE, IT’S VERY SHARP BUT TOO SMALL TO REALLY DO ANYTHING. SHAME

“Just incase a Reader falls, you can stay safe.”

You look at the SMALL POCKET KNIFE and shrug, putting it into your inventory. Agent Carter hands you an energy bar.

YOU HAVE ACQUIRED AN ENERGY BAR, IT’S GOT CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND A LOT OF GRANOLA. TASTY.

You smile and say goodbye the the two royal guards. They wave as you continue down the hall. You turn a corner and find the hall to be much narrower, blocking the path is a ghost sitting on the floor, he’s wearing a large puffy jacket with its hood up, the room seems to be much colder than every other room.

You need to get past, do you forcefully move the ghost? Or talk to it?

MOVE TALK

You decide to talk to the ghost. It looks up to you, startled “o-oh, sorry, n-normally no one comes through here so i like to sit here and wallow y’know?”

This ghost seems sad and pathetic, you should befriend it, cause its just like you. Sad and pathetic.

“M-my name? I’m H-Hail. I like to visit the Ruins cause it’s so quiet. D-Do you like music?”

YES NO

“Y-you do? C-cool! D-do you want to listen to some of my music s-sometime?”

YES NO

“You would!? W-Wow, I don’t have any of my music h-here, b-but come find me in Waterfall o-okay? I have my music at my house”

You cheered up the sad, cold ghost, he disappears and lets you pass. You walk through and find yourself in another long hallway. Leaning against a wall is a man in an all white suit, swinging a glowing cane. He smiles at you and motions for you to come over.

“Bake sale kid bake sale” He smiles as you approach “care to donate to a good cause?”

You ask what cause?

“I need to meet up with some friends in Hotland, but in order to get there I need to pass through Snowdin, but that's too cold. So me and my friend are raising money to hire a car to get there. Want to buy something and help?”

A little table stands before him with only two items, a little donut, and a bottle of cider.

“I made them both myself by hand, a rave donut and party juice. “

RAVE DONUT, TASTES LIKE FUN AND ELECTRO MUSIC, GIVES 5 HP AND INCREASES SPEED. 5 G

PARTY JUICE, TASTES LIKE FOGGY MEMORIES AND MISTAKES, GIVES 10 HP AND MOMENTARY INVINCIBILITY. 10 G

You dig through your pockets and pull out 15 gold and buy one of each item.

The man happily takes your gold and gives you the items.

YOU RECEIVED A RAVE DONUT AND PARTY JUICE, IT’S GOING TO BE A WILD RIDE.

“Thank you for your support of the ‘Bring Smiley Joe to Hotland” charity. Smiley Joe...smiles...and beckons you to go on your way.

You shrug and walk away. You take five steps before bumping into another character, its getting annoying at this point. You look up at quite possibly the most well built man you’ve ever seen, he’s dressed in hospital scrubs and a lab coat. He looks down at you.

“Oh hello Reader Child. Now don’t panic, of course I know you are a Reader, I am a doctor after all. I am Doctor Carter, pleasure to meet you. “ He suddenly gasps “What is that in your hands? Party Juice and a Rave Donut!” He quickly takes them from you.

“These should not be in the possession of a child! Joe! You are in big trouble”

Before you can object, the Doctor has run off, chasing Smiley Joe down the hall. You shrug and continue walking.

You exit the hallway and find yourself facing a large, dead tree, surrounded by fresh purple leaves, behind the tree stood a small, cozy house.

The cell phone in your pocket rings. You answer.

“Hey kid, it’s Tracey, listen I’m making you a pie, do you like cinnamon or butterscotch?”

CINNAMON BUTTERSCOTCH

“Huh, b-scotch ey? Alright, but you don’t hate cinnamon right? Nah, who hates cinnamon? Its amazing. Anyway, I’ll be coming back to get you in just a minute okay? I’m just leaving my house now”

With a click she hangs up, you hear the door opening to the house. Tracey steps out, her purple robe now dirty with flour and cinnamon. She dusts herself off and begins walking forward. She stops upon seeing you “kid!” She rushes towards you

“You made it here all by yourself? Wow, strong kid. Come on, your pie is in the oven”

Tracey takes your hand and leads you inside.

#Tenaria Tale #Undertale AU #My work #my writing

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