#bandit n muffin too

[nicogotchi]

bluayys

#bluey #bandit n muffin too

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 4 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Revelations

Part 4! Thank you so much for all of the support guys, it literally supercharges me to write more! I love all of you and let me know what you think. Feel free to try and guess what mystery is lying in between these pages ;) Love you! 

Warnings - this is the car chase scene, so very minor violence and tons of fluff

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Early the next morning, our favorite trio were flying down Siskiyou County Line, just on the border of California. Fueled on coffee, stale donuts, and lemon poppyseed muffins, they were ready to seize the day (mostly). Tom once again sat behind the steering wheel with Sonic sitting shotgun (though there was barely any point since he turned around to face Y/n so often) and Y/n situated in the middle of the backseat. 

And still… no seat belts. Because who needs seat belts when you’re flying down a county line going sixty miles per hour? Not these people, I tell you. 

“So, what’s on your guys’ bucket lists?” Sonic asked out of curiosity. “Me?” Y/n asked, and Sonic nodded excitedly.

“Yeah, everyone has a bucket list, right?” Tom nodded as a verification, but still tilted his head to the side in thought, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the blue hedgehog.

“Well, yeah, but I mean, you’re the one leaving earth. Y/n and I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.” Sonic chuckled mischievously next to him. 

“Oh, don’t be so sure! Your best friend is a magnet for danger,” Sonic taunted smugly. Y/n chuckled softly from the backseat. Her father, however, wasn’t quite that amused.

“Oh, so you’re anointing yourself as the bestie?” Sonic hummed in response. “A little presumptuous, but…” Sonic and Y/n both furrowed their brows in confusion, staring at Tom as he refocused on the road before him. “Look, I like you, but we’re not best friends. And frankly, I don’t think you and Y/n are best friend material either.”

“Wait, what?” Y/n scoffed, leaning in on the console and staring daggers at her father. “I think I have the right to say who is and isn’t my friend, and I already claimed Sonic as my best friend so-”

“Your loss,” Sonic finished for her. The two smiled smugly at one another and exchanged a proud high five. Tom chuckled at the defeat, but was secretly just glad that his daughter finally found someone other than her parents to be her friend. Sure, she had spent time with Crazy Carl and was able to hold decently long conversations with others, but other people her age were just… a little judgemental. Even though Sonic may be a chaotic, energetic, potentially dangerous hedgehog, at least he gave Y/n someone to confide in.

“So, getting back to the topic of bucket lists…” Sonic trailed off, eyeing the two humans to signify that he wanted them to start talking. Y/n sighed, looking out the window as they passed by a patch of giant oak trees.

“If I were to give you everything on my bucket list, we’d be here for a very long time,” she laughed. “But if you ever come back to earth, we can go over it sometime.” Sonic’s eyes bugged out in excitement.

“I am holding you up to that promise,” he smiled before turning back to Tom. “And you?” Tom breathed deeply, running the ideas through his head. 

“Alright, I guess there is one thing,” Sonic and Y/n waited for him to continue as he paused for dramatic effect. “In Green Hills, I’ve always felt more like a babysitter than a cop, you know? So I want a chance to prove myself, under real, heavy pressure. Me, Y/n, and Maddie are going to move to San Francisco and I’m going to become a street cop. And, I don’t know, see if I have what it takes.” He finally looked back down at Sonic only to see his features contorted to one of what looked like a mix of disgust, shock, and betrayal. Y/n’s simply morphed into one of sadness as the idea of leaving was once again brought to the table.

“W-what?” Tom asked, Sonic’s face making him uncomfortable. “Why is your face doing that?”

“You’re leaving Green Hills?” Sonic asked them, his tone having an added sharpness that neither of them had heard before. “Did you know about this?” Sonic turned to Y/n, his jaw clenched and eyes wide. Y/n’s e/c eyes filled with sadness as she looked down to the floor in guilt, giving him all the answers he needed. Tom breathed out heavily.

“Okay-”

“B-b-but why? Why would you want to leave Green Hills?” 

“I don’t!” Y/n protested, but Tom sent her a stern look to keep quiet. She looked back down at the floor again, only making Sonic more ticked off.

“This may come as a shock to you, but Green Hills is a very small town,” Tom explained. 

“It is not small,” Sonic scoffed. “There are hundreds of people.” “That’s a small town, dude!”

“It’s a perfect town and the people need you! Both of you!” Sonic turned to Y/n, who was doing everything within her power to not cry. “I’ve seen the way that the people talk to you. They may think that you’re different, but there’s only one you. When Crazy Carl needed help setting up his traps for me, he asked for you. When that fat lady from the bakery needed someone to drive to the mills for extra flour, she called you. And as for you-” He turned back to Tom, leaving an awestruck Y/n, but was interrupted by the man.

“Please, all that they have me do is clean out gutters and jump start their cars in the winter. And they may call Y/n for those things too, but they could call anyone!” Tom rolled his eyes. Y/n’s gaze softened as she tried to process in her mind everything that was happening. 

“Sure they could call anyone, but they don’t. But they call you guys.” Sonic laid his final card on the table. Tom pursed his lips, not really being able to find another viable excuse for himself. Sonic turned to Y/n only to see her with her eyes already fixed on him, tears glittering just behind her e/c orbs. In the heat of the moment, none of them had noticed the Robotnik-style drone barrelling towards them down the road. It was only when the device shot a typhoon straight through the window, narrowly missing Y/n’s head by an inch, and embedded itself into the dashboard that they all noticed. Y/n let out a glass shattering scream as she ended up slamming against the side of the backseat, in momentary shock from the near death experience. Tom let out a gasp as the vehicle began to sputter, swerving along the road as the drone began to try and reel the truck in. Sonic, however, was still locked inside their heated debate as he stood up on the seat and stared down at Tom.

“You know what? I was wrong, you’re not the Donut Lord at all. You’re more like the Jerk Lord!” Sonic sneered, his anger getting the better of him. Because of Tom’s inability to control the erratic movements of the truck, Y/n kept getting tossed around in the backseat like leftovers getting shoved into the back of the fridge. 

“Can you not see the typhoon literally stuck in our dash?” Tom cried out in annoyance. The drone increased its velocity, causing the truck to go slamming into the fenders on the side of the road. Y/n yelped as she got tossed to the opposite side of the truck while Sonic got thrown out the window.

“Sonic!” She screamed, fear filling her veins as she quickly shoved her head out the window to check on her friend. Luckily, he was alright, clinging onto the hood of the car for dear life. But something was… off. 

“I was forced from my home. Your home is perfect and you’re leaving it. Why would you do that?” Sonic cried out, his body becoming full of electric blue bolts of energy. His eyes began to burn a luminescent blue as he stared at Tom, his emotions causing the adrenaline to soar above normal levels. Y/n watched with wide eyes as the electricity cast a blue shadow across her face. 

“S-Sonic, you’re… glowing!” She stuttered. He quickly looked down and gasped.

“No, no, not again!” Tom quickly slammed on the brakes after giving him a slight warning, but Sonic’s grip wasn’t tight enough as he came flying off the hood, straight over the car.

“Sonic!” Y/n’s voice got lost in the wind as Sonic curled up into an electric ball of energy, and slammed underneath the tire of the Robotnik drone. She watched in pure awe, half of her body hanging out of the truck by now, as the drone went airborne. Her mouth fell open as Sonic disappeared behind it just as the drone crashed into the pavement. Tom quickly made a sharp U-turn, practically tossing Y/n out the window in the process as they quickly made their way back. Before the truck even slowed down to a stop, Y/n kicked the door open and raced out towards the drone, ignoring her father's yells to get back in the truck. 

"Sonic!" She screamed, trying to calm her panicking mind. Her footfalls skidded to a stop as she finally found Sonic lying on the ground. "Sonic?" She gently touched the side of his face, a move that startled him awake. He let out a slight groan, clutching his head as she quickly helped him up. 

"I guess I had a bonus life," he joked. Y/n let out a laugh, even though there were still tears in her eyes. Sonic gave her a reassuring smile and gently squeezed her hand. It was only then that he realized the damage had caused and let out a joyful whoop. "Oh my god, are you guys seeing this? I took that thing out!" The hedgehog jumped up onto his feet and began doing the floss in order to express his excitement, making Y/n laugh beside him. Even Tom chuckled from his position behind the wheel.

"How are you not dead?" He called.

"I have no idea!" Sonic cheered, doing a bunch of exotic spins.

"Emergency Vial Removal initiated." Sonic and Y/n froze. His emerald eyes met hers in confusion, and the two slowly turned to face the destroyed drone. 

"Did that thing just-"

"Yeah, it just spoke…" Y/n nodded, lifting herself onto her feet and slowly approaching the drone with caution. As she began to grow closer, a little divider suddenly opened between the mechanics of the drone, revealing a small metal box. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Sonic was by her side in seconds doing the same thing. 

"What is that?" He asked. Y/n shrugged, but for some reason she felt a compulsion to take it. Like it was meant for her. Hesitantly, she began to inch her hand towards the box, glancing around the other mechanics skeptically in case there were any defense agencies waiting to strike. Fortunately, there were none. She quickly snatched the box out of the divider and turned so that Sonic could see it too. 

"Fancy," he breathed. "Open it!"

"What if it's a bomb?" Y/n asked uncertainty, eyeing her friend. He sent her a knowing smirk, placing his hands on his hips.

"When was the last time someone put a bomb in a metal box?" 

"Fair," Y/n sighed. She hooked her thumb underneath the opening, and her breath hitched with the anticipation. Counting down from three internally, once she finally reached zero, she flicked the box open. 

They gasped in horror.

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"Oh gross!" Sonic scrunched up his nose as he held up one of the glass vials. "It looks like piss!" 

"I don't think it is," Y/n shook her head, holding up the other one to the light. There were two little vials with corks sitting snugly inside the box. One was the shade of, well, urine, and the other one was an ice blue. As they were inspecting the flasks, Y/n noticed the white labels on the bottom of the vials. Her mouth dropped open. 

"What? This doesn't make any sense..." The one she held had one big word listed: Y/n, her name. The words "Emergency Reversal" were listed in a much smaller font beneath it. She turned to look at Sonic's and saw that it was the exact same thing, only it was Sonic's name on the top. The two stared at each other with wide, confused eyes.

“What does emergency reversal mean?” Sonic asked. You could practically hear Dr. Robotnik flipping out as he watched the two begin to start remembering on his screen. One of his main jobs had been to make sure that those vials never got lost, and what did he manage to do? The one failure in his life and this was it? 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak when a loud whirring sound suddenly came from the crashed drone. She slowly set the vials back down in the box and watched with worried eyes. Sonic must have had another one of his feelings as his heart began to pound in panic, his first instinct being to get Y/n as far away from this thing as possible.

“We gotta get out of here!” Without any warning, he swiftly scooped Y/n up into his arms (with the box still snugly held in her hands) and sped off back to the truck. He gently set Y/n back into the backseat just as Tom was picking up speed back down the road. Her face turned bright red with his carefulness and the fact that he had picked her up bridal style in order to protect her. She shook her head, blinking her e/c eyes rapidly in an attempt to shake the butterflies going insane in her stomach. Sonic got settled back into the passenger seat and they both turned to look out the rear view window. They had turned just in time to see what looked like a miniature version of the drone pop out from it’s underside and make its way after the truck like a starved and love deprived child. 

“I think that drone just had a baby,” Sonic voiced his thoughts, green eyes wide. As Y/n’s eyes followed the baby drone’s advancements carefully, a very faint sound suddenly invaded her ears. She stiffened, looking around the inside of the truck in confusion. Tom was focused on trying to control the vehicle while Sonic was keeping an intense eye on the enemy, calculating what his next move would be in order to save them. As she looked around, she began to notice that it seemed like the noise wasn’t any random noise, it was a song. No words, just vocalizing.

High and low, then high and low again. Short and mystical, but it was there. “Do you guys hear that?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“Hear what?” Tom looked confused. 

“I don’t hear anything,” Sonic responded, keeping his eyes trailed on the baby drone as it lifted its top to reveal some sort of shooter. It spat out what looked like a heavy metal plate with bright red lasers littering its surface. You would have thought it might have just skidded across the pavement, but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it made its way at a steadily increasing speed towards the truck.

“Look out!” Y/n yelled, hugging the metal box to her chest. At the sudden closeness, she realized just as Tom swerved the vehicle that the singing was coming from the box. Sonic climbed into the backseat with her and slid out into the bed, giving her a reassuring smile when she quickly reached for his arm, fear in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her hair blowing into her face. 

“I’ll be fine,” he told her, looking back at the drone. 

“Where’s he going?” Tom called back. Sonic grit his teeth in slight resentment.

“Just drive the car, I’ll handle this,” he jumped over the tailgate, making sure to hook his arm over the edge so he didn’t fall off. “And if I don’t make it, just ditch me. You seem to be good at that.”

Sonic watched with close eyes as the drone spat out three more of the disks, jumping off the tailgate at just the right time so he landed on two of them. Y/n stuck her head out the window once again and could do nothing but watch in amazement as he skated towards the drone on the things that it was trying to use to kill him. Her eyes widened as he smirked, expertly flipping off of the plates while grabbing one in the process and landing on top of the drone, looking straight into the camera. 

“Hey everyone and welcome back to my live stream! Today I’m showing you how to destroy robots. Step one!” And he stuck the plate onto the camera, causing it to instantly malfunction. He sped back into the truck, landing safely on Y/n’s legs as she climbed back into the truck.

He. Was. Amazing.

“That was incredible!” She cheered with him as they watched the drone, shorting out, practically commit suicide by swerving to the side and dying. Even Tom was grinning as he looked back to see Sonic’s job well done. Unfortunately, it was very short lived as yet another drone came racing out of the other one’s side. Only this one looked like an extension of one of the tires with an added bonus of a camera and some personality traits. 

“This guy really needs a hobby,” Y/n groaned, slamming her head against the seat in annoyance. As the drone came nearer to them, she suddenly got an idea. “Dad, can you do me a favor?” Tom quickly unbuckled and switched spots with Sonic, telling him to keep the car going straight. No, it probably was not the best idea to let a hedgehog drive, but Y/n was twice the size of him and needed someone to hold onto her and make sure she didn’t go falling out of the vehicle. 

She quickly kicked open the door and grabbed Tom’s old baseball bat that he had kept sitting on the floor of the backseat. Her veins were pumping with adrenaline as she carefully climbed halfway out of the car, hooking her foot into the tiny slot where people could put their stuff but never do of the truck. The wind caused her hair to go flying around her face as she tightened her grip on the bat, making sure that Tom had a good arm wrapped around her waist and the other tightly holding onto her leg. 

The drone neared the car once more, protruding spikes in an attempt to pop their tires. A surge of anger went through her as she grit her teeth, swinging in for the kill only to miss. 

“What the fuck, get over here you little piece of trash!” She growled. For once, Tom didn’t say anything about her language. Probably because he was thinking the same thing. Sonic suddenly swerved the truck to the right, glancing over at Y/n worriedly. 

“Quick suggestion, try rolling yourself up into a ball and smashing it with your body,” he attempted to try and lighten the mood. Tom let out a yelp as he swerved again, nearly sending Y/n out the door. She gritted her teeth and attempted to swing again.

“Where’d you learn how to drive?” Tom yelled angrily. 

“From this manual, it’s happening right now!” Sonic yelled back excitedly. Y/n went in for another strike, letting out a frustrated groan as she accidentally hit the gas cap instead of her intended target. Was it just her, or was the drone looking smugly at her? It didn’t even have a face, but the feeling… the feeling was there. That asshole.

“Bring it in closer!” She called. 

“What?”

“Hit the brakes!” Tom yelled. It took him a couple tries, but once he found it and slammed it on, it sent both the drone and Y/n slamming into the side door. She let out a slight groan in pain, but refocused on the advantage and swung as hard as she could, letting out all of the pent up anger and frustration she had been keeping in for years on the little robot. It let out a small whine, struggling to keep upright, and then finally crumbled onto the road. A small smile grew onto her face as she let out a whoop, Tom reeling his daughter back into the car and giving her a tight hug. 

“You are never doing that again,” he told her, overjoyed that she was safe. 

The joy ride wasn’t over yet, however, for as soon as the trio had finally gotten back into their regular positions and settled down, yet another drone came floating by Sonic’s open window.

“Aww,” he cooed at the tiny little drone the size of a horsefly. “This one is cute, let’s keep ‘em.” The second he finished his sentence, he instantly regretted it. Y/n let out a shriek as it began the slow process of cutting off the roof of the car with what appeared to be very small, but very dangerous lasers. Smoke and flames began to slide over the windshield as it made its way around.

“Come on!” Tom cried in annoyance.

“Seriously man, take up knitting or something!” Y/n groaned, batting at it as it came to her side. Finally, the entire roof was taken off, flying past the truck bed and landing somewhere that would probably get someone else in a car accident. All three let out a scream from the impact. 

“You’ve got car insurance, right?” Sonic asked worriedly. To make matters even worse, and because Robotnik has nothing better to do with his free time, another helicopter robot came flying into view. This time, Sonic was able to catch it. Y/n leaned in closer behind him as she watched him inspect it.

“Buzz off,” he scoffed, detaching the wings from the tiny body. The second that the two were separated, the body began to emit a rapid ticking sound. 

“Uh oh,” Y/n’s heart stopped. “Beeping isn’t good.”

“What? Beeping is never good, get it away!” Tom cried out, alarms ringing off in his brain. There were already wanted signs of his and his daughter’s faces all over town, the last next thing he needed was to have the two kids in his care wind up dead on the side of the road. Sonic made many attempts to shake the thing off, but they were all futile. It seemed like the bot had some sort of imbedding device as it stuck onto his glove like velcro.

“I can’t get it off!” He cried out, even Y/n trying to help him take it off. Tom quickly pulled over off the side of the road. The second they were near the woods, Sonic flew out of the car, trying every position he could think of to try and get it off. Finally, he stopped, looking around in confusion.

“Did I get it?” He asked, standing with the bot glued to his furry blue forehead.

“No,” Y/n jumped out of the car and ran over to him, followed by her father. She used a tissue to remove it from his head and threw it as far as she could, but it remained stuck to her hand. Her breathing became rapid as she struggled to shake it off, Tom grabbing her hand and holding it still so Sonic could peel it off. In a matter of very stressful seconds, he was finally able to take it off, setting it down on a rock. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

“Haha! Nailed it!” Sonic cried out, holding his hand up for a high five. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she held up her hand for him, the two standing a bit too close than they should have been to the rock.

The ticking finally came to a stop and the bomb exploded, taking Y/n and Sonic with it. The world went black for the two as they crashed into the ground. 

The only sound to be heard was Tom’s frantic screaming. 

♡ a.a.

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[breanime]

Hand In Hand

I can cross the “Roadtrip” box off of my Bandit Bingo card now! I tried to write this a little differently, with MUCH less dialogue and more just... text... so let me know what you think.

*gif not mine*

You stood off to the side, arms wrapped around yourself, holding your coat closed as you watched Caspian supervise the loading of the carts and carriages. The whole court was going on a trip to the islands, where Caspian would be honored by some of his father’s old advisors, but first you had to get to the boats. The journey, you had been told, would be relatively quick: a two-day ride to the docks, and then another three days on the ships.

But that had been before the snowstorm.

All of Narnia had been covered in a brilliant white blanket of soft, fluffy snow overnight. You’d woken up to the sight, excitedly running out of your chambers to tell your dear friend, King Caspian, that it had snowed…

…not realizing that you were still in your slightly suggestive sleeping gown.

You had met him in the hall—you knew his habits so well; he always woke up before you and had an early breakfast in the library, which is where he was coming from when you found him. Excited, you stopped him in the hall, hands on his muscular arms, babbling about the change in weather and how beautiful it all looked, oblivious to the way his dark eyes had widened at the sight of you, and how his breath caught in his throat as he tried (and failed) not to stare. When he didn’t respond when you asked him if he’d seen the snow, you realized what you were wearing, screamed in shock and embarrassment, and ran off.

That had been hours ago, and you’d been avoiding Caspian ever since. You could barely even look at him these days without feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and now… You were mortified. You had already irritated yourself with your growing feelings for your friend, and now you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him—your King!—and looked like a complete fool, going on and on about the snow.

The snow, coincidentally, had completely lost its charm to you as you stood in the open air. You shivered, not looking forward to being confined to a small, cold box for this trip.

Caspian turned to you, his dark eyes glimmering in the bright light, and smiled. “I’ll be riding with Lady Y/N,” he said, answering one of his advisor’s questions, “The ride will be a bit longer than we expected with the snow,” he went on, “but I’ll do my best to keep her safe and comfortable.”

You felt your face heat up at both his words and smile and tried to smile back. So you’d be riding with Caspian…great.

As the King, Caspian was expected to ride out first, and as his companion, so were you. Smiling, he took your hand in his and helped you into the carriage before sliding in next to you. Caspian didn’t like being overly showy with his station, so his carriage was only a bit bigger than the average cart, and you could feel the heat coming off of him as he sat next to you.

Day one on the road was fine; you and Caspian chatted about the weather (fully dressed now), and how it would affect the trip and the waters and the route. You were always so impressed by and interested in Caspian’s knowledge as a traveler; whether he was detailing his experiences on the Dawn Treader or his travels as King, you hung on to his every word. Caspian always entertained you, answering all of your questions, never getting annoyed or bored with your curious inquiries. If anything, he seemed to enjoy being able to talk with you—about any topic. By day four, the two of you were passing the time telling each other stories, making up your own mythology and quizzing each other on the details. You laughed a lot in those days, and when you stopped at a nearby castle for the court to rest, and you and Caspian went to your separate rooms, you missed his company. But he was always there in the morning, knocking on your door with a tray of tea, muffins, and fruit that he’d procured from somewhere, smilingly apologizing for waking you up. You’d sneak him into your room, both of you trying to stifle your giggles, and spend breakfast whispering with Caspian until he had to go get ready for the day.

It didn’t occur to you until a week of such activity had passed that Caspian had seen you in your sleeping clothes—and vice versa—for eight days in a row (including the day you’d started the journey).

The snow hadn’t let up—if anything, it’d gotten worse, stalling your journey and extending it with each snowfall. Some of the others had been frustrated by the delay, and Caspian had given them his blessing to return to the castle, but you were actually glad for the delay. It gave you more time with Caspian. When the court was traveling, his duties as King were less intensive, and he got to spend a lot more time with you. You knew this was a temporary thing, so you decided to enjoy it while you could. And enjoy it you did…

…Until the temperature dropped more than ever, a raging blizzard hit you while you were traveling, and a wheel had popped off of the carriage, causing it to veer off course, stagger down a snowy hill, and crash against a snowbank.

Caspian had held you the entire time, shielding you from any harm as the carriage tumbled, and his first move once you crashed had been to make sure you were alright. It was already dark out, and when you got out to see where the rest of the party was, all you could see were lights in the distance.

“We can’t travel like this,” Caspian said, referring both to the limited light and the three-wheel carriage, “We’ll have to spend the night here and meet up with the others in the morning.”

He made sure you were unharmed again before going about securing the area, making sure there were no threats around. You wanted to go with him, but Caspian asked you to stay in the carriage where it was safe. You were beyond relieved when he came back shortly after, reporting that the area was safe enough to stay the night in. Ever the survivalist, Caspian started a fire, keeping your spirits up as he told you stories of Aslan. You helped him warm the food—leftovers from your unfinished lunch from earlier—and the two of you shared a private dinner by firelight. It was oddly intimate, as you sat, thigh pressed against his thigh, next to your damaged carriage. When you started to shiver, Caspian took your hands in his, warming them up. You couldn’t tell if the blush in his cheeks was from the wind or… something else.

When it was time for bed, Caspian offered to sleep outside while you took the carriage, but you refused. It was still storming—snow falling in large clumps as the wind screeched—and you wouldn’t hear of letting your King sleep in such conditions.

“We can both sleep in the carriage,” you said, sounding much more confident than you felt, “We can keep each other warm.”

The two of you gathered all of the blankets, coats, and furs that had been stored in the carriage, and piled them onto your laps, sitting very close together. It wasn’t particularly well-suited for sleeping conditions—a nap, sure, but for a whole night’s rest? Not so much. You and Caspian spoke quietly, talking about what you would do in the morning, and how you’d proceed, speculating on how much longer the storm would go on, until he asked if you were still cold. You couldn’t lie to him—not just because he was your King, but because he was your friend, someone you cared about—so you told him yes, you were. Carefully, he put his arm around you, asking if it was okay. You nodded, suddenly unable to speak. He was so warm and firm; you couldn’t help but lean into him. He smelled of the woods: of trees and adventure. His hair tickled your face as he leaned down, telling you how he was sorry that the carriage had crashed, but glad he was with you.

“…I like being with you,” he said, voice low.

You felt the same way—of course. Wordlessly, you reached out and took his hand in yours. You glanced down at your intertwined hands and it just felt…right. Caspian was smiling at you when you looked back up at him, and you were warmed by the sight of it. You smiled back, putting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I like being with you, too.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, listening to the sounds of the whirling wind and rusting leaves outside, perfectly cozy and warm in each other’s embrace. Before you fell asleep, you felt Caspian’s lips, warmer than they should be, on your forehead as he wished you sweet dreams.

You were still in his arms when you woke up the next morning.

“No breakfast,” he said with a soft smile, arm still holding you to him, “but at least the storm has passed.”

It didn’t take long for the rest of the party to track you down. They fussed over the both of you, making sure neither of you would come down with a cold, and insisting that Caspian travel in a bigger carriage, but he said he was fine with this one. They hitched it to a few horses, took it to a shop where a very nice villager reattached the wheel, and you were on your way again. The ride was long, but you and Caspian kept each other entertained as always.

And he held your hand the entire way to the coast.

Once you boarded the ship, Caspian went out of his way to spend time with you, excusing himself from other conversations to be with you, placing his hand in yours when no one was around. It was a new habit he’d formed—one that you were very much a fan of. He also started kissing your forehead when he said goodnight, and if he wasn’t sneaking into your quarters first thing in the morning for a private breakfast…

…you were sneaking into his.

Even after the ship landed on the island, and Caspian met with his father’s old advisors, the two of you kept up those habits. The snow melted, the flowers grew back, and before you knew it—Caspian was seeing you in your sleeping clothes every day: when you woke up next to him, smiling sleepily as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, and again at night as he held you to him, kissing your hairline as he wished you sweet dreams. By the time it snowed again, and you were crowned Queen of Narnia, you barely even bothered with your bed clothes at all. It was easier that way. Besides…

…Caspian always kept you warm.

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[viscountessevie]

Someone Else’s [Valentine’s Day Fic 2019]

A/N: @thinkingabouttyrus My Dearest Cait, tis I, your Valentine! Hi there, I’m Sky. Nice to formally meet you as myself. I’m superrr excited for us to be proper friends now!! So you stated you like Tyrus and angsty fics with fluffy/happy ending and well I delivered! I really hope you like it and please do come scream me about the ending.

Honourable mention to my child Pippi aka @watching-the-chocolate I decided I’ve adopted now because they founded the Vait Fan Club. I appreciate you my child.  @swingsetboys This also dedicated to you Amanda, you are wonderful person for creating such a lovely exchange to spread love and make new friends! ENJOY!

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Someone Else’s 

[Based off Baby by Clean Bandit Feat. Marina & Luis Fonsi]

Standing here in an empty room

I saw you there and my blood ran cold

Take me back to that long September

Don't know how I ever let you go

It was hours before the ceremony and Cyrus had to do one last check. He walked out to the garden where they had set up the chuppah. He stopped short as he walked down the aisle. Everyone knew how he gets when everything isn't in place. So did TJ. Who was standing by the altar, admiring the beauty of the chuppah. Cyrus couldn’t help but admire the moss green suit he donned - his first love always did have the best taste in clothes. The older man heard the light footsteps of his former lover. TJ turned around and gave Cyrus a lazy smile. He could definitely appreciate seeing Cyrus in a suit that was an upgrade to his Bar Mitzvah suit from years ago. Upon seeing those familiar green eyes, Cyrus' blood ran cold.

Instantly, his mind was snapped back to the cold September many years ago. The day he let TJ go. In that moment, looking at his old boyfriend, Cyrus couldn't remember why they broke up. He looked the same even though it had been years. His hair - gosh its been 10 years why hasn’t he changed his hair. His face, his nose and his lips. Most importantly, his eyes. They say you should fall in love with the eyes because they never change. Whoever said that was right. Cyrus fell for TJ’s eyes. It was hard not to fall for them, precious as emeralds with secrets hidden behind them. Those very eyes had once broken his heart too.

TJ turned away from the altar and walked toward the shorter man. Even after all these years, TJ towered over Cyrus. Cyrus on the other hand, was rooted to the ground.

I was young, didn't know 'bout love

You were wild, couldn't get enough

Gave my heart to another lover

Don't know how I ever let you go

Cyrus wasn't the only one doing some reminiscing. With every step TJ took, he remembered every pivotal moment in their relationship. From the first time they met and TJ taught Cyrus to stand up to himself, to the swings to the incident with Reed. Cyrus could still hear TJ’s rough voice from back then. He’s with me. In hindsight, it seemed like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Ah, the swings - their favourite spot. The very place Chocolate Chocolate Muffin and Not So Scary Basketball Guy started an unlikely friendship. Who knew they would come this far?

They were so so young. TJ was initially everything that Cyrus had been warned against. Yet with him, TJ was nothing short of wonderful. They grew together. They made each other happy. Yet they had to walk away from each other. Now here they were, Cyrus having given his heart to another.

Sweet, sweet Jonah. Cyrus' first love. It's funny how things worked out. Cyrus was very much in love with Jonah. TJ knew that. He also couldn't ignore the invisible rope pulling him towards his Underdog. He, too had forgotten why they had broken up. Next thing they both knew, TJ was standing in front of Cyrus. He smiled down at him.

"Hey Underdog." TJ gave him his usual wide grin. It took all of Cyrus' willpower not to pull TJ into his embrace. He stepped back, keeping a slight distance. "TJ." Cyrus settled. He didn't trust himself to say anything more. TJ took a step forward and tapped Cyrus' forearm.

"Aw come on, Cy. It's just me, relax."

Cyrus instantly felt himself breathing easily. Oh how he loved the effect TJ had on him. It was just so easy to be around TJ. Nowadays, he was the one being the calm for Jonah. As helpful as he was, Cyrus had to admit that it was tiring always being the fixer in their relationship.

Find me, in another place and time

If only, if only you were mine

But I'm already someone else's baby

TJ held out his hand. Cyrus looked at it blankly, What on Earth did he have planned now? TJ just gives him a look, “Don’t you trust me, Underdog?”

“Of course I do Teej but -” “But nothing, Cyrus, just take my hand.” As soon as Cyrus slipped his hand into TJ’s, the latter took Cyrus into his arms.  TJ started to spin the groom to be around the room. "Teej! You know I can't dance!" "Lalala I can't hear you over the memories of your Bar Mitzvah and our Prom, Underdog."

Cyrus couldn't contain the laughter bubbling inside of him. TJ spun him out and then pulled him back in as Cyrus gently bumped into his chest. He forgot how chiseled his old boyfriend was. Perks of dating an athlete.

"Oh shut up." He mumbled against the taller man's chest. As they continued to dance across the garden, they both closed their eyes. Pretending that the last few years never even happened. With each twirl and spin, everything disappeared. They pretended that TJ’s basketball career didn’t rip them apart. That the distance didn’t kill them. They pretended that they weren’t too young and unprepared to deal with a long term relationship.

Most of all, they pretended they were in another place and time, where everything had worked out in their favour. That this was their wedding instead. Not solely Cyrus’ but theirs.

Guess I had my last chance

And now this is our last dance

You fell through the cracks in my hands

Hard to say it's over

TJ knew he had to let Cyrus go at some point. He didn’t want to. Having Cyrus in his arms was a feeling that couldn’t be compared to anything else. It was like happiness encapsulated into a simple embrace. If he let go, he would just be admitting that he lost the best person to ever enter his life. That was a world TJ didn’t want to live in. A world where Cyrus Goodman was someone else’s. This really was their last chance, last dance to be together. TJ sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it.

Cyrus, on the other hand, didn’t know how to feel. A big part of him will always love TJ. He was his first boyfriend after all. But Jonah was the one who started it all. It made sense to get his happily ever after with Jonah. TJ was the one who fell through the cracks. Jonah was there to pick up the pieces. No matter how much fun they had dancing, Cyrus had to admit the hard truth to himself. It was over.

I'm already someone else's

All caught up in the way we were

I feel your hands getting close to mine

Don't say the words that I love to hear

The beat goes on and I close my eyes

They stopped under the chuppah. Cyrus’ arms were draped around TJ's neck. He played with the hair at the nape of his neck. They breathed hard. They had been so caught in up in each other, they didn't even notice someone had entered the garden.  

“Cyrus, I -” TJ started and Cyrus squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for their three favourite words. He wanted to hear them so badly. Even though he knew nothing would change even if he said it. The choice was made for him when someone cleared their throat.

“Ahem.”

Instantly the spell was broken. They jumped away from each other. TJ and Cyrus guiltily looked away from the other. Cyrus turned to find his groom to be standing there. TJ kept his eyes on the ground.

“Hi TJ!” Jonah said cherrily. The two of them snapped up at to look at Jonah, confused. Even after all these years, some things really do not change. They examined him before resuming a natural stance. “Hey man.” TJ nodded him. Cyrus simply burned beside the two of them. How did he always manage to get himself into situations like this?

“Congratulations!” TJ said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. Cyrus wanted the Earth to swallow him whole. Jonah, on the other hand, grinned widely at TJ and thanked him. While Jonah had definitely grown over the years, sometimes he could be as oblivious as he was back in high school. He then turned to his fiancé.

“Cy, your mom is asking for you. We need to get ready for the ceremony.” Jonah slipped his hand into Cyrus’ and pulled him away from TJ. “See you later, TJ!” Jonah chirped as he tugged at Cyrus’ hand. Both TJ and Cyrus mustered a small wave.

I was young, didn't know 'bout love

You were wild, couldn't get enough

Let's leave things the way they were

You'll stay with me like a lullaby

As Cyrus walked through the doors of his home, TJ replayed their last fight in his head. They were so so young. He was wild - maybe that was a part of his appeal to Cyrus. He shook his head, remembering how he had left things. When he should have stayed with him, promising to fix whatever was wrong. The fight played in his head like an old lullaby that he couldn’t quite get out of his head.

“You are never around, TJ!” “It's called having a successful career, Cyrus.”

Cyrus balled up his fists. This was so unlike them. The one time Cyrus wanted to be angry and TJ was being the calm, nonchalant. He always did during their fights - he always made Cyrus feel like the unreasonable one..

He just stood there, shaking with his fists clenched by his side. TJ realised he was being a dick and walked over to his boyfriend.

“Cy, I didn't mean -” He put an arm around Cyrus when he pushed him off.

“Don't touch me. I know exactly what you meant.” Cyrus was on the verge on tears. He knew he didn't have the most stable of careers. He kept jumping from one interest to the next. TJ knew how sensitive he was about this. Yet he used it as his weapon against Cyrus in this fight.

It seemed like all they did was fight lately. When they weren't fighting, it was because TJ was across the country. Sometimes Cyrus would fly over to be with him but at the end of the day, someone had to hold down the fort.

TJ backed off and sat on the couch. “Cyrus, I really am sorry.” “I know you are. You always are.” “What does that mean?” TJ's voice gained an edge to it.

“... I want to break up.”

TJ instantly shot up from his seat. His heart broke watching Cyrus cry. How could he be so cruel to do this to his love? He ran to Cyrus’ side, gripping his arm tightly. Almost desperately.

“Cyrus, don't do this. Please...I love you.”

“We can't keep doing this, TJ! Constantly fighting in circles. It's the same fight every time. And neither of us is willing to change or compromise. What's the point?” Cyrus burst out. He retreated to their room.

A few days later, TJ had to travel for another game. He had taken all of his things with him. And he never came back.

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Guess I had my last chance

And now this is our last dance

You fell through the cracks in my hands

Tell myself be stronger

A sliver of cold air passed through the both of them as they were separated. TJ was almost tempted to follow the longing look Cyrus had given him as he was brought back to the house. That was their last chance and well, last dance too. 

TJ lamented ever letting Cyrus slip through his fingers. He sighed to himself, walking away from the chuppah. He told himself to be stronger. They were better off without each other. As long as Cyrus was happy…  TJ couldn’t care less what happened to himself.

My heart's like a rubber band

And it's such a shame

You'll always be the one who got away

We both know that deep down you feel the same

Cyrus felt dizzy the moment he walked into his home. He knew he loved Jonah and definitely wanted to marry him. However, there was a however. Or in this case, a What If? and it came in the form of TJ. What was that Katy Perry song again? Ah yes, The One That Got Away. Never did Cyrus ever think he would compare his love life to a Katy Perry song. If the look TJ had given him when they parted ways was any clue, Cyrus knew he felt the same. Of course he did. What they had - however many years ago - it was real and genuine and full of love. No one could deny that.

He knew he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too. Yet his elastic heart was making it rather difficult to concentrate on what is to be the happiest day of his life. Suddenly it was starting to feel like the most confusing time of his life. He couldn’t decide if this or coming to terms with his sexuality was more confusing.

As his mom briefed Jonah and him on what was to happen next, Cyrus found himself looking out the window where the chuppah stood. He didn’t know if he was disappointed because he looked or because TJ was no longer there.

Hard to say it's over

But I'm already someone else's (C'mon)

I’m with Jonah, I’m with Jonah, I’m with Jonah. He told himself mentally. He was trying to convince himself that he was happy. He was happy. If he lied to himself long enough, maybe one day he could be happy. He barely paying attention to anything his mom was saying. He already knew this. Jonah was the one who needed the briefing.

Finally, everything was in place and the grooms were set to go. It all blurred together for Cyrus. All the relatives and the guests were reduced to a myriad of colours. Not even seeing Buffy and Andi could ground him. It just felt like he was going through the motions and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He gave into it, letting everyone else pull him along. Next thing he knew, he was standing at the altar. Jonah beamed opposite him. His groom took Cyrus’ hand in his. Cyrus looked down at it absentmindedly before looking out to the crowd. A pit formed at the bottom of his stomach. His heart fell into it. TJ wasn't there.

The rabbi started to speak and the ceremony began. Cyrus tuned him out as his mind wandered.

Wish I met you at another place and time

If only, if only you were mine

This love story ends for you and I

'Cause I'm already someone else's

His mind made up an imaginary TJ standing before him. This could have been them. Cyrus closed his eyes and took a moment to himself. He saw what could have been.

“Cyrus, don't do this. Please...I love you.”

“We can't keep doing this, TJ! Constantly fighting in circles. It's the same fight every time. And neither of us is willing to change or compromise. What's the point?” Cyrus burst out.

He retreated to their room. TJ rushed into the room right behind him. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man.

“The point is, we love each other and we can work through this.” He leaned down to whisper in his ear. TJ rubbed his calloused hands against Cyrus’ forearms. Cyrus leaned into his touch. Relishing it. He loved that even TJ said it, he didn't need to. He knew TJ loved him. Cyrus turned himself around to face his boyfriend. He gave him a small smile.

“...I'd like to try.”

“I'd love that.” TJ took his hand in his and guided him to their bed.

Flashes of their life together went by. TJ winning all the championships and Cyrus cheering him from the box seats. Cyrus finally putting himself through film school. Getting his first feature film. TJ accompanying him to the premier.

“That's my husband's movie!” TJ announces to everyone they meet. Cyrus just blinks at him. They weren't even married yet. He goes along with it anyway.

Them building a life together. Moving out of the small apartment to a proper house. Proposing at the same time.

Now they were here. In place of Jonah, it was TJ. Cyrus has no doubts this time. They tie the knot. Mr. and Mr. Kippen-Goodman. Down the line, they visit a foster home. They adopt a beautiful baby girl. She grows up wonderfully. They see her through her stages of her own life. Soon enough, they are old. Old but happy. They've lived a good and long life -

“WAIT!”

Cyrus knew that voice and his eyes snapped open instantly. TJ.

#Andi Mack Valentine's Day Tag #Andi Mack #Tyrus #Tyrus angst #TJ Kippen #Cyrus Goodman #Josh Rush #Luke Mullen #Cait #I love you Cait #This one is for you #I hope you come and scream at me about the ending #Original Fic #Thinkingabouttyrus

[loserholland]

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞

𝟎𝟏𝟒 ➺ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫

Pairing ➺  Ceo playboy!Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning ➺ flashbacks and sad benny boy ):

Word Count ➺ 2,428

Summary ➺ An arranged marriage between two polar opposites.

A/N ➺ Two more chapters and the series will be complete! I will be doing a thank you/q&a video once I’m done writing the series, so if you have questions please send them in! They don’t have to be Elite related questions!

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"𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

Two Years.

Two wonderful, eventful years.

Filled with heartbreak and sorrow, forgiveness and life lessons. Two years since she last saw Ben, two years since Presley apologized and well since her father apologized. She was able to forgive one out of the three people, that’s a given. She was happy, the business was better than ever and well she was doing so much better letting go of the past.

Ben however, the past two years passed by ever so slowly. He dreaded everyday, he missed flying to New York in July spending half the rest of his year in sunny humid New York with his lover. Alexa had taken the responsibility to keep the company afloat, all the meetings Ben would dismiss she’d sit through and the papers that were suppose to be signed by Ben, she’d have to sign it.

It was safe to say Alexa was beyond annoyed with her son’s behavior, yes she pitted him, but she also knew it was his fault, it was his choice that made him lose (Y/N). The one girl she truly thought could bring her son happiness, instead he brought her pain and sadness. He has all the rights to mop and hide out in the lonely house that would once be his and (Y/N) house, but it’s been two years and he still hasn’t fully recovered.

“Benjamin, you need to get back to work.” Alexa moved around the master bedroom collecting the empty beer bottles into a garbage bag along with empty cigarette cartons that were scattered around the dark room.

Ben stared blankly at his mother sighing lightly as the sound of glass clinked together echoed through the room, “I’ll come back when I want to.” his mother dropped the bag filled with bottles and cartons turning around to glare at her son who sat against the headboard of his bed.

“Alright young man, listen to me. You broke her heart. It was the choice you made that made things end up this way, think about it. You and (Y/N) could be celebrating your two year anniversary! Yet here we are.”

She didn’t want to hurt her son’s feelings, she didn’t want to add on to the sadness he felt but it had to be said and done. He needed to collect himself and move onto the next chapter in his life.

“Listen to me Benjamin, if two people are meant to be together eventually they’ll find their way back. If (Y/N) finds her way back to you, don’t take it for granted.”

It would be a lie to say he never went back to New York in the past two years, he wanted to go to her office, he wanted to see her and apologize yet he never found the courage to do it. He’d just sit in his car as his chauffeur would question if this is the right place and all Ben would say is “Bring me back to the hotel.”

He thought if he didn’t show up, she’d be happier. Her life would be simpler. All he wanted was for her to be happy, even if that meant finding someone else.

(Y/N) slipped her coat on and grabbed her phone and wallet, wanting nothing more than a walk around central park after such a hectic day at the office, a busy morning with back to back meetings, stacks of papers to go over and sign.

It’s been a while since she could find time to go for a small walk to relief the stress she felt, the park was a bit empty and quiet no one wanted to walk around the in the cold weather. She took a deep breath in and out continuing along the path admiring the trees that were kissed with freshly fallen snow, the satisfying crunch the snow made once the sole of her boot came in contact with the sheet of white.

“It’s so beautiful, calming isn’t it?” (Y/N) looked up at Ben taking the beanie that hid his blond hair and placed it on her head, he pouted slightly wanting it back to keep his head warm “Hey! You have a hood on your jacket!” she stepped back standing a few feet away from her fiancée. 

It was a few days away from New year’s eve, central park was empty the streets of New York filled with yelling and honking. She reached down taking some snow and shaped it into a sphere before throwing it at Ben who stood there stunned for a moment before taking some snow into his hands. 

“So that’s how you’re gonna play, alright.”

She smiled at the warm memory, it’s been so long since she’s heard from him. There were times when she laid in bed at night her thumb hovered over his contact unsure if she should call him or just go to bed. There were nights when all she wanted was to be in his arms, she wanted him to be there when she got home after such a long day. She missed him. She missed everything about him, there was no denying the fact that after two years her life still felt so what incomplete. 

Before she headed back to the office, she stopped by a small cafe for a cup of hot chocolate perfect way to end her little break. The cafe she was headed too held many memories she shared with Ben, le petit cafe. Ben would talk about how they’d start their honeymoon off in Paris then go to Tahiti or Bora Bora, if only there was a time machine to go back to that day and to just live through it again. 

“You know a little french right?” Ben questioned as he held his mug of hot chocolate waiting for it to cool down as he admired the woman who sat across him, the woman who held many talents and intelligence. He hoped that their kids would have her smarts and looks.

“Oui, pourqoui?” (Y/N) answered, she knew more than a little french. She had been learning the language since she was in elementary wanting nothing more than to go to Paris and live like the Parisians, one day she hoped when she retires and her kids have left the nest she’d buy a house in Paris. 

Ben sipped on his hot chocolate the whip cream made a small mustache causing (Y/N) stifle back her laugh, “You are such a child Benjamin Hardy.” she shook her head lightly as he leaned forward with his lips puckered “Hm, maybe our kids will have my attitude and they’ll have your smarts and beauty.” ah kids, they never really had a conversation about kids. She’d love to have them.

“Well, we should get going. I wanna get some chinese food before we head back.” Odd now that she thought back to this day, how she danced around the topic of children instead of changing the subject. In times when she felt nervous or awkward she’d change the subject, dance around it and avoid it as much as possible till she was confronted about it. 

“Welcome in, what could I get you?” the worker asked behind the counter with a warm smile watching (Y/N) eye scan the menu briefly. 

“May I get a medium hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin.” after she had her order taken she sat along side one of the chairs near the pick up counter, her eyes fixed onto her phone screen as she checked the emails she had gotten in the past hour or so opening some to respond back and other’s were ignored. 

The door opened sending in a small cool breeze not cold enough to bring her attention to the door as she kept it fixed on responding back to the email she had opened. The noise in the cafe slowly began to drain out till the sound of her name was called, signaling her order was ready. 

“(Y/N)?” a voice questioned causing her brows to pinch in confusion turning her attention to the stranger, “Yes?” the person held a familiar face yet she couldn’t pin point who it was. Usually if she encountered an old classmate who she never knew the name of she’d smile and nod and just go along with what he or she said. 

Once the stranger received his change he walked closer to her standing a few inches away with a small smile on his face, “It’s Ryan.” the moment those words left her lips, her entire body felt numb she didn’t notice she had dropped her packaged muffin. It’s been twelve years since she last saw him, that night he came home with Presley. Ever since that night she avoided him as much as possible, not daring to look in his direction or cross paths. 

Now here they sat across one another in awkward silence. She had noticed the wedding band on his finger, that was the first thing that caught her eye well beside the fact that he grew up to be even more handsome. He had also found someone to spend the rest of his life with. 

“How long have you been married?” 

“A year.” 

If she had married Ben, they would’ve been married for two years. Funny how time works.

“I thought you were engaged?” 

A questioned that was asked ever too frequently. 

“Yes, but I-I called it off.”

Simple answer that would earn a nod from anyone who questioned what had happened to the beautiful ring on her finger, a question that made her heart clench. Ben on the other hand, he’d be completely honest. A little too honest.

“What happened to the wedding?” “Where’s (Y/N)?” “What went wrong?”

He’d sit there in silence for a moment, thinking of a way to address the question but instead he’d say “Well I cheated on her with my ex, who turned out to be lying about her identity and turned out to be her sister. I lost the one person who was the light in my life, the one love I never thought I could have. So yeah I cheated on her with her bloody sister.” 

Ryan smiled lightly placing his hand atop of her’s “You’ll find your special someone soon.” just then his phone began to rang he brought it out of his pocket as the name Brooklyn flashed across the screen, it must be his wife. 

“I should get going, we should catch up sometime!” 

(Y/N) nodded collecting her belongings as she exited with Ryan, she gave him a small hug before departing back to her office. What if her special someone was already found? What if her special someone was living 3,459 miles away? What if that special someone cheated on her but she still loved him?

Ben sat behind his desk a piece of paper in front of him with a pen in his hand. 

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 (𝘠/𝘕),

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.  𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

-𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

(Y/N) entered the office bidding her workers a good afternoon, as she approached her office Vivian stopped her and handed her an envelope. 

“It came in when you were out.” 

She nodded, shutting the door to her office removing her coat and placed it on the jacket rack placing her drink and muffin onto her desk as she opened the envelope. Her eyes scanned the folded paper slowly she began to read it, “Dear (Y/N), pretty sure I’m the last person..” 

(Y/N) unfolded the letter entirely continuing to read the letter that was written by the person she’s been thinking a lot about lately. She took a sit behind her desk as she read the letter, fresh salty tears blurred her vision as she let out a shaky breath her free hand clutched against her chest. After two years, he was the first person to make some kind of move. He had sent a letter.

She brushed the tears away and leaned back into her chair slowly collecting herself. This would be a perfect time to call him, to talk to him after all he had sent her a letter. She wanted nothing more than to hear his voice.

Hesitantly her thumb hovered over his contact, this memory felt ever so familiar. Something she’d do late nights when it’s been a long day and all she wanted to do was rant to Ben and talk about anything and everything. He had made the first move, now it was her turn to return the favor. He still loved her and believes he doesn’t deserve her love or forgiveness. Before she knew it, the line began to ring she didn’t remember pressing on the call icon or bringing her phone to her ear. It was as if it happened in slow motion, her breath caught in her throat as her blood ran cold. 

Ben groaned looking over at the night stand to see who was disrupting his slumber, he lifted his head from the soft cold pillow slowly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to read the bright screen. His heart stopped, maybe he was dreaming.

“H-hello?”

The sound of her voice, the angelic voice he hadn’t heard for two years. Maybe he was in heaven.

“(Y/N)?” 

#ben hardy #ben hardy au #ben hardy fanfiction #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #loserholland #loserholland elite

[rarestereocats]

tonight’s rundown!

Tenin yells at our alley boys to surrender and they reluctantly do.  so we turn them into the monastery.  we talk of information for their freedom which Xaren is upset about it until Industria tells him we’re bluffing with the Wink of Justice that conveys about two paragraphs of information with a single bat of her lashes.

when we turn them in,  we all part ways.  Xaren heads back to the monastery to do his chores like a good,  young lad while Samuel heads home.  Rikius stays behind in the Thaddeus office to discuss things and not murder someone this time,  and the rest of us head on home to excitement.

before i head into the manor,  i spot the fluffy stray cat again!  i approach,  speaking catfolk to the tiny friend and manage to gain his trust.  i pet him and he purrs.  -hacker voice-  i’m in...  i pick up the cat and head inside where Cupcake begins barking at my feet.  i give her a Talk and she seems to understand and is friendly with the cat we decide to name Muffin.  i get Muffin his first royal meal of tuna and then head to bed with my new friend.

after breakfast as a family,  we head out in the morning and meet up with the rest of the party and get our next mission.  we’re pulled into the office to discuss not only the mission,  but Rikius joining our squad.  he then asks for our opinion on the Chief Aban situation.  execute him or?  we’re torn.  some of us want him dead,  but some value his skills and would like to see them utilized with Proper Adult Supervision.  New Thaddeus thanks us for our input.  then he pulls up a  T H I C C  tome and gives us the mission.

the mission is simple.  literally the simplest fucking mission we’ve gotten.  return this bomb ass tome to the guardian of the Euvia forest.  nothing can go wrong,  right??  haha,  kids,  just you wait.  some parties are taken down by doors,  others are destroyed by powerful books.  while Industria and Elathera begin packing for our trip,  me,  Xaren,  and Samuel take Muffin and Cupcake to my family’s farm so they can be watched while we’re away.

my sisters are beyond fucking excited to look over them while they’re away,  but also sad that they’ll have to give them back eventually.  i tell them about our new manor and how they’re welcome there any time and they’re happy.  my dad asks if we’re staying for dinner,  but i tell him we can’t cuz mission time.  he understands.  we bid farewell and head back to the manor.

Rikius has taken a liking to our manor cuz as we step back in,  his ass is lounging on our couch,  talking about how nice of a couch it is.  yeah,  i bet it is,  buddy.  you’d know.  i tell him not to get any ideas and as he falls silent,  Elathera laughs.  we finish packing,  load up on the carriage,  and set out.

immediately the party is curious of the tome,  but can’t crack it open cuz Xaren fucking Iron Hands McGee won’t let us.  we ride through a storm as Arnor complains in horse language.  we camp for the night.  as Rikius leaves the tent,  me and Industria sneak over to listen if Xaren and Samuel are sleeping or meditating.  they are,  so as Industria casts silence,  i slip in to look for Xaren’s bag and borrow the tome.

i’m caught as my hands dips into the bag and Xaren freaks the fuck out.  he turns around,  fully intending to blast my head into the stratosphere until he realizes it’s me.  he calms down just a smidgen (like from 100 to about 95) and demands i explain,  but none of us can speak because of the silence spell.  frustrated,  he leaves the tent and the camp as i try and tell him that somebody broke into the tent!  not falling for that shit,  he leaves and Tenin goes after him to make sure nothing happens.

the two see bandits lurking and Tenin scares them off with no issue.  have you met Tenin,  guys?  dude’s fucking scary.  as Tenin heads back to camp and Xaren remains to calm down,  the dude’s return.  Xaren gives them the Stare and basically calls Papa Tenin back,  who scares the fuck out of them again.  Xaren tosses the two some coin and off they go!  they return to camp to find Industria basically sipping Capri Sun in her chair waiting for a Party Talk and i’m on the ground sobbing and writing poetry.

H E A T E D  P A R T Y  D I S C U S S I O N.  we wanna crack that fucking tome open like a cold beer,  but Xaren said no.  i yell that the tome is tearing us part and at that point,  exhausted and frustrated,  he tosses it to the ground and tells us it’s whatever.  before we can grab it,  Dad Friend,  Rikius;  swoops in and takes it,  packing it away for the morning and telling us that’s when we’ll talk.

morning comes and we basically come to a conclusion after more bickering that we will gather information on the book before returning it.  we pack into the carriage,  talk some more about the tome that tore families apart and finally i break down and ask Xaren if he wants to hear the poem i wrote for him.  he looks at me,  but says nothing.  so i stretch,  puff my chest and begin reciting it.

"Xaren,  oh Xaren How is my friend a-farin'? Probably not well I can certainly tell But hey,  good looking?  What cha' wearin'? Hopefully not a frown,  boy Turn it upside down,  joy! Hooray!"

after my poem,  Xaren holds his head in his hand and just tries to disappear.  Rikius gives me the Stare before turning his attention to his book cuz he can’t see true talent.  everybody else thinks my poem is great.  Samuel,  my best friend and #1 Fan,  loves my poem.  as we reach Terrindego,  we park the carriage on the outskirts and head in to collect information and sleep.

Industria gathers info.  the tome is unusual,  containing all forms of magic within.  it makes spells more powerful and allows the wielder to cast more of certain spells and there’s something of divine magic inside.  unsatisfied with this shit,  we decide to just turn it in and never talk of opening the tome again. we’re paired off for the night and i’m not with my bff as he’s bunked with Xaren.  Industria and Elathera bunk and i’m left with Rikius.  he seems miffed that he’s picked last,  but i tell him it’s fine.  we can braid each other’s hair and shit.  he says nothing. 

as we pick beds,  i lie down and Rikius begins to meditate.  he cracks an eye open and asks if i can really braid hair.  i say yeah cuz i got sisters and asks if he wants his hair braided.  he throws his hands up and says no,  but curiously looks at my paws later.  i catch him looking and shoot him a winky face and he smirks before returning to his meditation.  as he falls deep into it,  i sneak up and braid the shit out of his hair.  he doesn’t notice.  i go to bed satisfied.  We Have Bonded.  The Pact Is Sealed.

Xaren and Samuel have a romantic evening with depressing talks of their pasts and lives now.  a true heart-to-heart like this is the goddamn Notebook or something.  Elathera asks Industria of her father and then after learning she doesn’t know her dad,  she asks about how her childhood was and Industria glares at her.  after an uncomfortable answer,  Elathera tells her goodnight and goes to bed.

upon waking,  Industria goes to shake Elathera awake and is startled and disturbed by something and races from the room,  bumping into Samuel.  they head to breakfast.  as Rikius wakes up,  he notices something’s amiss.  when i wake shortly after,  he’s right by me with his arms crossed.  he’s not amused.  i tell him somebody broke into the room and put me into a sleeper hold,  so i couldn’t stop them from braiding his hair.  he doesn’t buy it.  he asks if i had fun and i said i don’t know since i was knocked the fuck out.  he takes the braids out and begins prepping his spells as i watch,  he notices my uncomfortable gaze and i tell him it’s a cat thing.

we all eat breakfast in almost awkward silence until Xaren notices something’s got Industria a little disturbed.  i ask if anyone else got attacked by the Phantom Sleeper Holder and Rikius stares at me really hard.  we try to figure out how to find the guardian of the forest and the bartender tells us we have to travel through the forests for a week as the forest constantly changes and if we do,  we’ll eventually find it.  we get ready to leave.

Rikius goes to get something and since we hate secrets here,  we ask him to just tell us.  he needed hair gel.  i tell him he wouldn’t need it if he just kept the braids in.  everybody breaks out in laughter as he glares me down.  Xaren tells me to stop fucking with people in their sleep so i tell him about the Phantom Sleeper Holder,  but Rikius yells that i was the one who did it.  I Am the One Who Braids.

as we head out,  Xaren falls back in the group to keep a healthy distance.  i fall back too and apologize for the Fuckening:  Tome Edition and he says it’s fine so long as i don’t pull that shit again.  i tell him he can punch me to get his anger out and make us even,  but he refuses.  he leans in and asks if i really braided Rikius’s hair so i tell him i braided the fuck out of that shit.  he asks if i’m good at it and i say yeah,  so he nods to himself.  mind you,  Xaren has a braid so he’s obviously looking for a new dealer.

we find a place to camp out and Tenin experiences his next Human Experience.  contact of the Alluring Kind.  he watches the camp for us and then wakes Samuel to look over the camp as as beautiful woman dances her way to him.  his shouting wakes all of us up and in the trees i get a prime view of this woman wrapping her arms around Tenin, still dancing.  this woman literally cannot stand still and i think Tenin’s highly uncomfortable.  as she goes to dive on him to apparently suck his blood (she was a fey vampire thing),  he pushes her off as we come to his rescue.

we pretty much destroy this woman.  like she just wanted a nice dance and suck with a big,  handsome man and instead she got the whole goddamn Spanish Inquisition.  nobody anticipates the Volunteer Fire Department.

#adventures of the volunteer fire department #oc: zakina kociak #game: pathfinder crusades

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“Little” Red Riding Hood and the (not so) Big Bad Wolf part 1

On the run from your past, you find yourself in a little town on the edge of the Enchanted Forest. On the other side, your freedom awaits--but getting there might be more complicated than it seems. Between bandits, thieves, warlocks, werewolves and angry swordsmen, you might just die trying.

Reader x Yoongi x Jimin (but not in a poly way, in a love triangle way if that makes sense)

To be somewhere that no one knew you name, face, or what you had done, with no “WANTED” posters with unflattering pictures scrawled on them with unrealistic rewards was refreshing for a change--even if it was just a matter of time before it all caught up with you. 

You could walk around freely in the daytime, something you hadn’t been able to do for months. You were still a little more than paranoid, but you couldn’t afford to look suspicious--not when you were so close to escaping for good. All you needed now was a way through the Forest.

It wasn’t impossible, you knew that much. Just... Improbable. At least, if you went alone. But with a guide? Someone who knew the Forest could make their way through, undead and fairies or not.  

All you had to do now was find someone who could (and would) help you. But first, you decided to stop in a little bakery that the most heavenly smells were wafting out of. There was a group of young girls outside the window, looking in, giggling and blushing, and then looking in again. 

“I think he’s a prince, left here for safe keeping until the time is right.” One girl said dreamily. 

“Or maybe he’s here to find a bride?” Another giggled.

“I’d marry him even if he isn’t a prince.” This girl was actually drooling a bit, and you silently judged her from afar as you made your way to the entrance of the small building. “He can just be a handsome, broke baker, and I’d still marry him in an instant.” 

“Who?” You asked, not sure if you wanted an answer. But curiosity got the better of you, and you were speaking before you knew what you were doing. 

“Seokjin.” The three girls all sighed in unison. 

“He’s beautiful.” The first said helpfully. 

“But can you imagine? Being sister in law to...” The second girls voice trailed off as she saw something over your shoulder. 

“Beatrice.” A male voice said from behind you, and you turned to see a young man about your height wearing a bright red cloak glaring at the second girl. 

“Jimin.” She replied curtly. You looked between them, the two of them obviously had some history together. 

“You’re looking particularly annoying today.” Jimin sniffed. 

“It isn’t possible to look annoying, you imbecile.” Beatrice shot back. 

Jimin narrowed his eyes at the girl. “I don’t know, seeing your face always puts me in a bad mood.” Jimin turned to you. “You’re new here. I’m going to do you a favor and tell you not to talk to Beatrice. She uses fancy words in a desperate attempt to sound smart, and her waist is not that small, she wears a corset.” Jimin thumbed his nose at the girl before walking into the bakery.

“How rude of him to absquatulate like that.” Beatrice huffed. You weren’t entirely sure what that word meant, but you didn’t particularly want to ask. 

“Uh, right. That.” You agreed. “I’m just... Going to go...” You followed Jimin into the bakery, away from the strange girls outside. The smells of bread and fresh food overwhelmed your senses, and you took a deep appreciative breath. 

“Hello! What can I get for you today?” The man behind the counter was indeed stunning, and greeted you with a bright smile. His hands were covered in flour, and there was a streek of it across his face, yet somehow it looked good on him. Jimin was sitting on the counter to one side, happily munching on a muffin. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fresh food, and you looked around at it all in wonder. 

“I don’t know...” You said distractedly. “What can I buy with five gold pieces?”

“You have how much?!” Jimin said, his mouth still full of food.

“Leave the customer alone, Jimin.” The man behind the counter warned. 

“I’m not bothering her, Seokjin. We’re friends, right?” He aimed the last remark to you, and you raised your eyebrows. 

“Are we?” You asked, and Jimin hopped off the counter and made his way over to you. 

“Of course we are.” He smiled at you, mischief in his eyes. 

“I apologize for my brother.” Seokjin said, dusting his hands off on his apron. “He’s just a bit...” He glanced at Jimin, seeing that he was eating another muffin. “Quit eating the merchandise!” He snapped. “I swear he’s going to drive me insane.” He muttered, and the air felt colder suddenly. There must be a draft you decided, though it wasn’t particularly cold outside either. 

“Calm down.” Jimin waved a hand dismissively at his brother. “It’s just a muffin and we’re not making a very good impression by bickering like this.” 

“Jimin, go in the back and check that the bread isn’t burning.” Seokjin said. When Jimin whined and didn’t move, you could have sworn it got even colder. “Now, Jimin, or--”

“I know, I know.” Jimin grumbled, taking his time walking around the counter. “Or you’ll turn me into a raccoon. Again.” 

“Raccoon?” You looked between the two confused. 

“Figure of speech.” Seokjin smiled. You had never heard it, but you were a long way from where you grew up--maybe he was telling the truth. “Now what can I get you?” 

You didn’t bother leaving the bakery to eat, too hungry and impatient. There was a small table to one corner where you sat, and Seokjin watched you curiously.  “How long do you plan to stay in town?” He asked. He had cleaned the flour from his face, and several other customers had come and gone while you were there.

“Not long, just until I find what I need.” 

“Do you have a place to stay?” He asked, leaning against the counter. You could still see the group of girls through the window, and you wondered if they always had so little else to do.

“Not as yet, but I’ll find somewhere.” You said around a mouth full of food.

“There’s a spare room upstairs, Jimin and I rent it to people passing through. It’s currently empty if you’d like to use it.” You eyed Seokjin for a moment, assessing him. Not only was he handsome, he was kind and polite as well. Something was definitely off about him, there had to be. No one was that perfect. 

“What is it that you’re looking for?” Jimin asked, emerging from the back where Seokjin had banished him. “Maybe I can help?” 

“Probably not, Jimin.” Seokjin sighed. 

“I’m looking for a guide to get me through the Forest.” You said to Jimin. “Do you know anyone?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Jimin grinned at you. “Park Jimin, at your service--for the right price, of course.” 

A/N This is ridiculous but I’m not even sorry. Can you guess who the big bad wolf is? --Boo

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