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squidwen · 3 years

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🐺♥️Guardian Angels Classmates🍎♠️⚡️

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Summary: After spilling a potion onto the uniform of a Pomefiore student, you just signed your death warrant.

Cornered and beaten, he and his Savanaclaw cronies show no signs of showing you any mercy. But when help does arrive, is it enough to save you?

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The walls were cold in the corner you’d been backed into. You felt so terrified, so helpless, so panicked. Every cell in your body ignited with adrenaline and screamed for you to run, but you couldn’t. Frozen to the spot was your body, your mind silently pleading for this all to just stop.

“Il me semble que notre souris a peur,” said the Pomefiore student. The two beastman Savanaclaws behind him snickered. You were by no means fluent in French, but you did know that ‘souris’ meant ‘mouse’ and your nerves spiked; the sharp canines of your company making you feel minuscule.

“Look,” you said, trying to keep your voice level, “I’m sorry for spilling that potion onto your uniform. Someone knocked my elbow, which made me drop the test tube rack and-“

The Pomefiore pinched your lips closed.

“P’rhaps this runt don’t yet know how things work ‘round here?” said a Savanaclaw.

“It’s one thing to have no magic,” said the other, “but another thing to have no manners.”

Suddenly, pain burst from your abdomen and you doubled over. “I couldn’t have phrased it better myself.” The Pomefiore had kneed you in the stomach. Colours seemed to lose their clarity as the taste of blood and bile rose in your throat. “Who do you think you are?” He kneed you again. “Coming to our world, our school, trying to learn our ways? You have no class, no style. You make us look weak.”

The Savanaclaws drew closer, cracking their knuckles. “Yeah. We can’t have runts like you making us look bad. Not when RSA remains undefeated for ninety-nine years.”

As low as it was, you wanted to beg them to stop. Two blows were all it took to fill you with so much agony you felt ill. You knew you wouldn’t be able to take much more, but the men didn’t seem content on stopping. The Pomefiore’s bony kneecap kept you pinned to the wall at a perfect angle for him to bring his fist down onto your back.

But the blow never came.

The student was thrown back, a wailing blur of indigo and white, as you crumpled to the floor, gripping your sides. Breathing was a challenge. Air didn’t seem to want to enter your lungs no matter how many times you opened and closed your mouth.

“Nicely done, Epel!” said a familiar voice. You tried to crane your neck up to see who it was, but a pair of hands – no, two pairs of hands – gripped your arms and hoisted you up roughly. You grunted with pain. The Savanaclaws’ held you between them. You felt a degree of satisfaction seeing their eyes so wild with shock, but twice as much relief at seeing who was in front of you.

Ace and Deuce were standing side by side, their magic pens at the ready. Epel was behind them, pointing his own pen at his fellow Pomefiore.

“How dare you raise a hand to me, Felmier!” he shrieked, ogling his creased uniform. “When I tell Monsieur Schoenheit-“

“He ain’t gonna be too pleased t’hear ye’ve been bullyin’ people,” spat Epel, slipping back into his country tongue. “Ain’t mighty graceful of ya.”

The Pomefiore pursed his lips, but there was something in how his body went rigid that communicated his defeat.

Meanwhile, Ace and Deuce hadn’t flinched. “Take your hands off (Y/N),” Ace said sternly.

The Savanaclaws only grinned. They had made you their shield. Still holding on tight to your arms, they grabbed the nape of your neck and throat, ensnaring you in a collar of fingers. “Try anything and we do some real damage-”

“You wouldn’t know real damage if it punched you in the ribs,” said a voice from behind you.

Suddenly, the Savanaclaws went staggering forwards, clutching their torsos tightly with pained expressions.

“Or maybe you would?”

You had recovered enough from the Pomefiore’s attack to stay standing, but Jack, built like a bulldozer, almost knocked you over as he leapt from the shadows. Despite it being two to one, he easily defended himself against the smaller beastmen. A few further blows to the chest and stomach and the pair of them fled, tails between their legs, dragging their Pomefiore comrade behind them.

Once their footsteps had receded into nothing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. That was until Sebek burst from around the corner, yelling his head off.

“Human!” he cried. “Trust you to get yourself into a fix while I’m on duty!” He had a roll of bandages clenched in his fist. Upon seeing you standing on your own two feet, he ground to a halt and clenched his teeth. “And for what? You seem fine!”

“No thanks to you, cabbage,” said Ace.

“You missed all the fun,” added Deuce.

Jack turned to you and eyed you up and down. You didn’t have a speck of blood on you, but he could tell from how you were slightly hunched over that you had sustained a blow to the midsection. “Does it hurt if I press here?” he asked, prodding your lower ribs gently.

“Yes!” you seethed.

He hummed to himself thoughtfully. “It could be a broken rib.”

“A broken rib!” exclaimed Sebek. “From a twig like that student! I’ve fought in many sparring tournaments with opponents far stronger than him and barely got a bruise.”

“That’s because yer half fae, Sebek,” sighed Epel. “Ya heal faster and’re sturdier than us. And besides, this ain’t about you.”

They all turned to you. Your forehead creased with discomfort as Jack hooked his hand under your back and hoisted you into his arms. However, you were relieved to not have to walk to the infirmary, and Jack’s strides were long and steady. You hardly felt any pain at all.

“What was their problem anyway?”asked Deuce. He still had a hold of his magic pen. “When you didn’t show up for a study session in the library we got worried. Never would have imagined you’d be in a situation like that. Good thing we all came to look for you.”

“I accidentally spilt a potion on the Pomefiore’s uniform,” you said. “And I suppose the… ‘usual problems’, too.”

“Usual problems?” asked Epel.

You bit your lip. Why did you say that? You didn’t want to tell these guys you had once again been victimised for your magiclessness. Appearing weak was never something you wanted to do, especially before your friends whom you wanted to make a good impression on. You were already physically wounded, even a bit emotionally; you didn’t want your pride to be damaged either.

Your face must have told a thousand stories because Ace nudged your shoulder. “Spill, prefect. Now.”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Your exclamation sent pain rocketing through your chest, making you wince. “I just…I don’t know why people are so bent on shaming me for being magicless.”

“Simple,” said Sebek. “It’s a sign of weakness, lack of potential, and-“

“Sebek!” snapped Epel.

Deuce sighed, a sympathetic smile on his face. “In all honesty, I think it’s jealousy more than anything else.”

“Who’d be jealous of having no magic?” you asked.

“What I mean is, some people had to work for years to get into this school, and all you did was show up.”

“True,” added Ace. “But I’d say the deeds you do for Crowley make you earn your place here. Besides, why should you have to use magic when you have us five to use it for you whenever there’s trouble?”

“Trappola is correct,” said Sebek. “Although I prefer to use my magic to serve the young master, I am indeed now bound by my duty as your friend to protect you.”

Seeing the five of them all dote on you like this made your heart swell. It reminded you of the sleepover (click link) you had shared, how they had pledged themselves to watch over you like brothers for the duration of your stay in Twisted Wonderland. You couldn’t deny your first-year posse was beginning to feel a bit like a family, and you resolved that regardless of how harsh others treated you, you would always have these five to fall back on.

“Hey, Epel,” said Ace, a mischievous glint in his eye. “If that Pomefiore is so precious about his clothes getting ruined, how about mixing up the Dorm laundry so that his shirts get put in with the red jumpers your mum made us all for Christmas?”

“My mum poured her heart and soul into those jumpers!” said Epel.

“Oh come on! He so deserves it.”

Epel smirked. “I didn’t say no.”

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Author note: Thank you for reading x please do send in asks/requests for what I should do next. I always love inspiration.

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years

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I’m Your Puppet

*One Shot*

Relationship: Romantic/Dating/ Fluff

Pairing: (Beefy) Bucky x Plus-size Reader

Word count: 2,416.

A/N: I myself am a person of plus-size and this idea came to my head when I was listening to oldies, so apologies if it's poorly written this my first time writing a fanfic:)

Bucky was walking in the hallway on his way to get you for one of Tony's banquets, right when he was going to knock on the door he noticed music coming from you're room. He slightly opened the door and heard the song that was playing on your speaker it was filmier to him, "I'm Your Puppet" by James & Bobby Purify was playing. He quickly and quietly walked in your bedroom and closed the door. As he turned around he saw you singing and dancing, He couldn't help but smile as he watched you dance. You didn't seem to notice him, you kept dancing and singing, Bucky quietly walked over to the speaker and turned down the volume.

. "Hey who did that" you turned around to see Bucky.

" Ohh it's just my Bucky-bear" you smiled

" isn't it a little late to be listening to oldies doll" he chuckled

"You know me, it is never to late or too early for oldies" you gave him a soft smile

He moved closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, as his eyes looked you up and down as he admires how the dress hugs you're figure perfectly. You were wearing a red velvet dress that had long sleeves with a v-line and was knee length with a slit on the right side.

You could tell Bucky was admiring you in the dress he had gotten you, but the longer he looked the more you started to feel less beautiful and started to get insecure. You pull his hands away from your waist and cross your arms to cover your stomach, you could feel yourself holding back tears.

Bucky automatically knows what's happening. " Hey, shhh don't cry babydoll it's okay" he said in a soft whisper, he places a kiss on your forehead pulling you into a tight hug. He pulls back after a couple of seconds to see your face, tears running down your face, your eye make up slightly smudge. You look him in the eyes.

" I'm sorry James " he smiled, he loved when you called him by his first name but only you we're aloud too call him James. He cupped your face with both of his hands, he placed gentle kisses All over your face, not caring if he got makeup on his face " You have nothing to be sorry for y/n" he said in between kisses before taking your hand and helping you sit in the chair in front of your vanity.

He stood in between your legs and quickly took your make up wipes and cleaned up your face, you touched up your make up as he helped calm you down. Your make up looked some what batter now but your eyes were still puffy, you let out a sigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Bucky took his flesh hand and put it to your chin moving your face to look at him.

He took his metal hand to grab your right hand placed a kiss in the palm of your hand and on the back of your hand, he did the same to your left hand, you couldn't help but smile. " There's that beautiful smile" he smirked. " Thank you" you took both of his hands and placed them on your face as you kissed each one. " Any time doll"

He smiled as an idea popped into his head, he quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like nothing making you yell out his name. " Bucky!"

He put you down gently, the two of you now standing in the middle of the room. "what are you doing?" You asked confused. "Y/n, you look absolutely breathtaking in this dress, I want you to know that! I'm sorry if me admiring how beautiful you looked made feel Insecure, I didn't mean to make you feel like that, I just couldn’t help because you look beautiful in the dress, I wasn’t sure if you would even wear it or like it, but look at you! It shows your curves perfectly doll" he paused and looked at you up and down again

"plus it's kinda of hard not to admire how it makes your ass look good" a big smile spread across his face as he gave your ass a little squeeze and he moved even more closer to you," James Buchanan Barnes!" you hit his arm lightly as let out a little laugh, " Sorry doll I couldn't help it" he laughed. You stared in his beautiful blue eyes getting lost In them, butterflies filled your stomach as thought back tot he first time you looked into them.

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You had been working as Tony's assistant for a little over three months, it could've been four with the way tony had you working. You were hardly ever around the avenger's. When you were around them it was just a quick hello, how are you today, before you had to run back and take care of things for tony. The only person you mainly talked to other than tony was Bruce since him and tony were always in the lab 24/7. All that quickly changed when Bucky joined the team, you could remember the day like it was yesterday.

You had stayed late one night to finish paperwork for Tony, you ended up staying in the guestroom that him and Miss Potts provided for you, for late nights at the office. When you woke up it was already 10am, you froze as you realized you over slept.

You quickly jumped up from the bed trying to rush and fix yourself up, you just styled your hair into a perfect messy bun, then quickly changed into black dress pants with a white blouse. You placed your reading glasses on your head as you grabbed your bag and phone and ran out the room trying to put on your heels, you checked as the clock now said 10:30 and you frantically ran faster to the meeting room.

As you were running, you accidentally bumped into Steve in the hall way, as he was also headed to the meeting, you noticed he had someone with him but you were in a hurry to get to the meeting you didn't have time to see who it was and you didn't even notice your glasses fell off your face. " Sorry Steve!" You yell as you run past him trying to run as fast as you can in the heels, " she dropped her glasses " his friend said bending over to pick them up. "Don't worry she'll get them back" Steve smiled. You finally made it to the meeting room.

" Sorry Mr.Stark! I know I'm 3 hours late but I had stayed late and i over slept in the guest room!!" you say trying to catch your breath from just running through half of the compound " Y/n it's okay calm down, F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me where you were, you

deserve the extra beauty sleep, now here have a seat drink some water sweetie" Tony gave you soft smile, as he pulled the chair out for you to sit and poured you some water.

As you begin to calm down and take a sip of water Steve enters the room, and that's when you first saw Bucky, you nearly choked on your water as you saw him. You couldn't help but admired how handsome he was, he had a perfect smile,he perfect blue eyes, and the way his loose strands of hair looked cute dangling from his forehead. You were pulled out your thoughts when Steve yelled your name.

" Y/n!” You switched your gaze to Steve “there she is” Steve gave a soft smile before speaking again “ y/n this is Bucky he's going to be joining the team, Bucky this is Tony's lovely assistant y/n she'll be showing you around today" you looked up at him then at his had as you noticed he had your glasses, he reached out to give you the glasses then shook your hand, " Nice to meet you and Thank you Bucky, it's only your first day and your already helping people" You gave him a soft smile. He gave you one back and you notice the slight change of color in his cheeks had a tint of pink on them as if he was blushing, and that made you blush.

After that day you became good friends with Bucky, although in the beginning he was a little distant he eventually opened up to you. The two of you were inseparable, everywhere you went he went, everywhere he went you went. Eventually you both finally confessed your feelings for each other and started dating, in the beginning it was very hard for you to grasp that you were dating bucky.

Thee Bucky Barnes dating you out of all people you thought. He could have anyone else but he choose you, you'd always have thoughts of him leaving you for someone more prettier and skinnier, you'd sometimes tell him how he deserves someone better than you, someone more fit, outgoing, someone he could be proud of dating.

Each time you speak ill of yourself and your relationship with him, he automatically shuts you up and reassures you that he's very proud to be your boyfriend and how he loves everything about you. Whether it was from your personality, your laugh, even your body, he makes sure you know how lucky he was to have you and no one else.

He always tells you how he loves when you laugh and you try to cover your face with your hands, and how he loves the way your body looks when you sometimes wear shorts with a crop top in very hot days, he makes you happy when he talks about how your thighs touch each other when you sit and how his hands fit perfectly on them when he lays in between them. He loves to randomly pick you up any chance he gets to show how your figure doesn't mean anything to him.

Anytime you wear a shirt and you reach for something and it slightly goes above your stomach and exposes your stretch marks, he lets you know how beautiful they are, he even place kisses on them just to show you're perfect in his eyes. Any and every insecurity you have, he automatically adores you for it and tells you how beautiful you are inside and out no matter what people say or think. He's always thanking you for never leaving his side and for just being the best thing In his life.

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Bucky took you out of your thoughts as he placed a passionate kiss on your lips.

" Jump" you didn't hesitate at his request, you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist, he placed his hands on each of your thighs and you put your arms around his neck.

" You look really handsome in that suit sarge, I might have to put a ring on you so no other lady steals you" you joked looking at the maroon suit he was wearing with his hair slicked back in a low bun, you place a gentle kiss on his lips before placing your forehead against his.

“ I would love to have the honor to call you Mrs.Barnes”he smiled " Now how about a dance before we leave doll?"

" I would love one Mr.Barnes" you teased, he spun you around pulling you into a quick kiss before he gently puts you down.

" F.R.I.D.A.Y play I'm your puppet please" F.R.I.D.A.Y Begins the song.

Bucky places his metal hand in your right hand and his flesh one on your waist, he loved how comfortable and accepting you were with his arm. She gives you his doe eyes before he begins to sing.

" I'm yours to have and to hold, Darling, you've got full control of your puppet"

A big smiled grew on your face as you enjoyed this beautiful moment with him, you sang back to to him " Pull them little strings and I'll kiss your lips I'm you puppet"

He spins you around again but this time he dips you down as he kisses your neck causing you to let out a giggle. His smile grew wider on his face seeing how happy you now were.

"Snap your fingers and I'll turn you some flips, I'm your puppet" you both sang looking into each other's eyes.

You both continue to dance back-and-forth, You place your head on his chest enjoying the moment, Bucky places a quick Kiss on your forehead before he pulls back and cuffs your cheek with his metal hand and sings the next part looking deep in your eyes

"I'm just a toy, just a funny boy"

"That makes you laugh when you're blue"

"I'll be wonderful, do just what I'm told"

"I'll do anything for you"

" I'm you're puppet"

You kiss his nose "I love you so much my Bucky-Bear"

"I love you more doll" he also places a small kiss on your nose

You booth just look each other in the eyes dancing back and forth until the song ends.

"may I say for an old man you still got moves" you say giggling trying to cover your face but he grabs your hands before you could even cover your face.

"When you laugh like that it's adorable, but guess what this old man is all yours" he smirks

" All mine, now let's get out of the room before they start to wonder where we are" you place a passionate kiss on his lips before you grab the rest of the things for the evening, but he grands your elbow before you could reach the door you look up at him.

"Your so beautiful, hell you're perfect y/n don't let anyone tell you different" you smirk as your wrap your arm around his interlocking your fingers with his as you both walk out the room. You knew Bucky was gonna be the death of you. You loved this man with all your heart.

~Fin.

A/N: Hopefully you like this and again my apologies if it’s poorly written and if there’s still grammar errors. I tried my best to re-read and fix any mistakes, but like I said this is my first time writing a fanfic😭.

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky x plus size reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #soft bucky #beefy bucky #bucky x female reader #james barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes

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midday0nightmares · 3 years

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30 - a rat.

Previous chapter her son.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

As soon as the door clicked closed, you broke down in tears, sobs erupting from your chest..

Jeno sighs at your dramatic antics, “he’ll be back, stop crying”. You shake your head ,“you don’t know that, how could you let them take him?”.

“They didn’t take him, he went with them” he corrects you, his pattens running thin. “Still, you should have done something” you insist through the hiccups. He walks away and throws himself on the couch, typing on his phone not paying you any more attention.

After a while your cries has calmed down and you sneaked to the same couch he was on, you curl in its corner. “they can’t be suspecting him right? He was with me, here” you think out loud sharing your concerns with jeno who was seemingly in another dimension, deep into his thoughts, if everything is fine why is he acting like this?.

He snaps back into his body “what?”, he didn’t hear you the first time so you repeat yourself. He release a heavy sigh, pushing away whatever was occupying his mind “yeah.. you’er right” he attempt a smile but it fails before it reaches his eyes.

He keeps fumbling with his fingers, a classic expression of anxiety.

A knock on the door interrupts the intense quietness, he goes to open the door without even asking who is it. You follow him to see if it is jaemin, but to your disappointment it was haechan, the mere mention of his name turns your stomach, the sight of his face making your skin crawl with hatred. he greats jeno, patting his back in comforting manner, a torrid look on his face.

He greats you as soon as he sees you but you roll your eyes and turn around heading to jaemin’s room to avoid being in the same room with him, but what was being said stopped you in your tracks. Haechan was telling jeno not to worry.. “Don’t worry man, I told them you were with me all night… ” he continues as they walk inside and sit on the couch, “.. they did too, don’t worry they know better than to slip”.

They didn’t know you were just around the corner eavesdropping, that asshole sounds smug like he was proud of himself for almost getting away with it, almost.

Although his voice is low and you have missed some parts of the conversation, it was clear what he was reffing to, Jeno was lying to the police about last night and haechan was covering him.

Your blood reached its boiling point, they were letting jaemin take the fall for jeno’s doings, fueled by anger you storm to where they were catching them by surprise, “you lied!” You scream pointing your accusatory finger towards jeno, “You killed yangyang and now you are letting jaemin take the fall for you! after all he has done for you, you lowlife piece of shit!! ..” jeno jumps form his seat, striding towards you like an angry bull but you don’t stop “im telling him as soon as he gets back, you’er gonna pay fo..” your shouting was cut off by his hand the is blasted on your mouth shut your stupid mouth” he growls, his face has turned red with rage “shut your mouth or else I will rip off your tongue! You think you know what are you talking about huh?” His other hand tightens its hold on the back of your neck, fingernails almost breaking into your skin, his eyes pours into your destroying your courage and installing the filmier fear instead, shakes were invading your limbs and tears were pooling into the corners of your eyes.

his face breaks out of the horrifying angry expression and he let’s you go, he recomposes himself before he speaks calmly “it’s not what you think okay?”, you keep your eyes glued to his chest out of sheer fear of looking up at him again, you bite your lower lip to stop the trembles.

He sigh again and runs his finger through his hair, his hands come to grab your shoulders but you flinch away. he tsk, disappointed in himself not in you, he tries again “sera, look at me, im not going to hurt you” this time his hands grab your shoulders without hesitation disregarding your dismay, he leans down to your level, but you avert your eyes. your gaze falls on his right arm, the freshly inked tattoos catches your attention, new two lines next to the previous ones.

A gentle shake brings you back to jeno’s voice “he’ll be back any minute by now, go wait in his room”.

Though you don’t believe him, what options do you have other than to do what you were told, so you go to jaemin’s room and lock the door behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your pryers to be heard this time, jaemin is back, safe and sound.

You unlock the door and run to him, he opens his arms for you, you jump and wrap both of your arms and legs around him “I was so worried, thank god” you speak into his shoulder, he hums and tightens his arms around to bring you even closer to him if that is possible.

He puts you down and pats your head as he greats haechan who was getting up to leave, wishing you all a good night. As soon as haechan was out of the door jeno asks jaemin “So, what did they want?”, the faux innocence he was carrying infuriates you beyond words.

“Umm” he sighs, not knowing where to starts. “they still don’t believe me” he plops down into the couch and you follow him, his arm circles around you bringing closer to his side, you look at jeno, this is his chance to come clean, but he remains silent, and if jeno his best friend won’t stand for him then you will.

“What do you mean they don’t believe you? I was with you I will testify for you” you tell jaemin, Jaemin’s face looks tired, his smile is weak. He looks at you with adoring eyes, “I know you would” he brings your head closer to his lips and presses a kiss to calm the panic the was loud in your voice, he takes your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together “it’s gonna be alright” he tells you again.

You bite your tongue and wait for jeno to go to his room, so you can tell jaemin what he jeno was hiding, as soon as jeno closed his door leaving you two alone cuddling on the couch you turned to jaemin, “he did it, and haechan is covering for him.. he is lying to you” you try to explain to jaemin as best as you could, you must have sounded crazy because he doesn’t seems alarmed, shocked or even bothered by what you were telling him.

He lets you finish and hums, he was mindlessly twirling a brand of your hair around his finger, “did he now?” He voice drags, he laughs at your puzzled face, ‘aww you’er so cute you know that? Ratting on him.. I know he did it baby. He told me” he watches your face contracts in confession, “But glad to know that I have a loyal angle by my side” before he leans in and to softly kiss your cheek “don’t worry, and don’t hurt your pretty head with too much thinking, okay?”.

#nct dream #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut

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swan-of-fabletown · 10 months

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WANT MORE?!?! HERE YOU GO!!! NEW CASE FOR BIGBY AND KEIRA

A plane from America was flying in the sky and it almost reached its destination Captain of the Plane spoke to the customers Captain: Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to begin our final destination to the France Airport, the weather is 5’C. Clear clouds and later this evening, France will be having a bit of drizzle rain and a little gust of wind. We all certainly hope you enjoyed a happy flight as you are on board today, we had to see you on a safe journey and thank you for flying American Airlines.

Inside the plane, two filmier people were in their seats, Bigby Wolf and Keira Swan. They have been dating each other for 2 months and they still working hard in Fabletown but this time they got a call from an agent of theirs to come to France for a reason.

Keira was reading a book and resting her feet on Bigby's legs, which he didn't mind. Plus Keira was fine with flying planes as she didn't have to turn into Swan and fly to the destination.

Bigby was sleeping as he wasn't fond of flying because it made him of his father who is known as North Wind, he blew Bigby away and arrive where Keira was at the time, she was a swan & it wasn't once or twice but six times.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 years

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chapter twenty-five: six underground

the later part of this chapter is a scene i’ve had rolling around in my head for months (nellee hooper’s remix is the most effective, imo)

“Well, of course, Alex. I would very much love all of that.”

It was later in the day by the time Esmé had showed up to the new apartment, and Sam was adamant on keeping her apart from Alex there at the counter. Given they had no brand-new stools for that bar as of yet, the three of them had to stand there with their arms folded over the top so as to steady themselves and it was obvious that Esmé wanted to have a seat there as Sam whipped up a fresh pot of coffee for them. Alex meanwhile offered to get her a more comfortable chair from the neighbors next door and he added a tidbit about it being very comfortable even from a distance, much to Esmé’s pleasure.

She peered over her cat-eye glasses at him and showed him a mischievous smile. A best-selling author who was more than willing to help out Belinda with her photography book and she had her way with the written word. Sam could see why Alex felt so nervous at the mere sight of her mother with the blush across his face and the fact his hand kept slipping on the counter behind him: she swore that Esmé had given him a wink at one point.

“Mrs. Shelley, I assure you,” he said at one point and with a tremble to his voice. “I’m really not looking for anything at the moment.”

“Who said anything about looking for anything?” Esmé retorted with a little gyration to her head. Sam poured herself a cup of coffee, followed by one for Alex and another one for her mother.

“Want some cream, Mom?” Sam asked her; anything to break up that conversation and put some ease on his shoulders.

“You know I do, babe,” Esmé told her with a wink and another glimpse over those cat-eye glasses. Alex leaned up against the counter and he nibbled on his bottom lip. “A nice little dose of cream.”

“Cream and some sugar?” Alex sputtered out that.

“Not necessarily sugar,” she retorted with a straight face. Sam set the mug down before her and then she coaxed Alex to follow her into the next room, and away from Esmé’s eavesdropping ears. The clank of the spoon followed them into Sam’s room, even when they bowed in there and in the safety of the small space.

“What’re you doing?” she demanded in a hushed voice.

“What?” He shook his head and then he ran his fingers through his inky black hair. “I'm just being nice is all. If anything, it’s your mom who’s doing it to me, not me.”

“You know what she’s like, Alex,” she scoffed.

“I know, I know. I just can’t help it. And the way she looks at me doesn’t help matters, either.”

He raked his fingers through his hair some more: he paused at one point with his hand right next to his temple, with those gray hairs intertwined in his long lanky fingers. They seemed a lot filmier and more delicate than the rest of his ringlets, still with all the curl as from his teenage years but a lot more frizzy than usual. Delicate hair for a delicate boy, but she was wary of telling him about that.

“It’s because you’re—you're—you're—” The word hung on her tongue but she was wary of saying it to him, especially with her mother right within earshot no less.

“I’m what?” he demanded with his hands pressed to his hips. “I’m what, Samantha?”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as she lowered her gaze to his body: he had lost a bit more weight prior to then, and thus his body was slender and toned. All she could think about was the soft skin under his shirt. The soft warm skin that beckoned more little bites, gentle kisses, and soft touch all on her part. The soft skin that she needed to touch and feel again, and all of the soft touch that he needed as well. They both needed it, but she had no idea as to how to break it to him, especially with her mother right nearby as well.

“I’m what, Samantha?” he demanded again, that time in a husky tone of voice.

“Sam?” Esmé called out from the kitchen.

“Damn it!” Alex hissed, and with a bow of his head.

“Yes, Mom?” Sam called back to her.

“Where are you?”

Sam held up a finger to Alex and she bowed out of there into the hallway, and Esmé, who had ducked out from the edge of the bar, nodded at her.

“What’s up?” Sam called to her.

“What’re you kids doing?”

“Just talking,” she quipped.

“I see. I forgot to tell you that I brought a transistor radio with me—I know how tedious moving can be.”

“Oh, cool!” Sam rubbed her hands together. “And, definitely. It can definitely be a drag to carry out, especially when you’ve got a second party with you, too.”

“And when’s Belinda coming over? I really want to see what she’s got in store for me with all of those photographs she took on her trip all over and across the continent.”

“I think in about an hour?” Sam recalled. “I called her last night after I got the phone hooked up and she really should be here any time now. Oh, my god, Mom, you should see these photos she took, especially the ones from the Southwest and up in Alaska. They're stunning and yeah, the whole grand scheme of it is incredibly vast, too.”

“The ones from Yellowstone, too,” Alex added from behind her.

“Yeah, the ones from Yellowstone and when she was in Wyoming, too,” Sam continued.

“And really, just all of them,” Esmé chuckled as she nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

A knock on the door caught their attention.

“That’s probably her right now,” Sam pointed out, and Esmé made her way over to the front door before Sam herself had a chance with it. She thus returned to Alex there in the doorway with his facial expression stern and one hand upon his hip.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she told him in a low voice, even though the sound of Esmé and Belinda’s voices in the next room filled up the hallway and they were right within their line of sight as well.

“You know what?” he started with a toss of his black ringlets back from the side of his neck. “I want to reach fifty years old and be able to stand up on my own two feet.”

“I know for a fact you will,” Sam assured him as she came on closer to him for him to better hear her.

“Hit fifty or be able to stand up on my own two feet?”

“Both,” she replied with a bat of a lash. “Why do you say that, anyway?”

“I just think of how liberated your mom is,” he told her. “I want to be able to hit fifty years old and still be able to feel things.” He flashed her a wink to which she frowned at that. For a moment, she believed that he understood what she was feeling, but then again, she never said anything to him. She didn’t want to think about the dark marks on his belly, either, not with her mother and Belinda right within arm’s reach of them.

“Anyways, let’s have our coffee,” Alex told her with a bit of haste, and he bowed past her back to the kitchen for his cup there on the counter.

Meanwhile, in the front room, Belinda had brought her fat stack of photographs and she lay them over the couch and the nightstand that Eric had hauled in the day before. Esmé clasped a hand to her chest in surprise.

“My goodness,” she breathed out as the stack kept going until the entire couch was covered in those photographs.

“Yeah, not to brag but I didn’t shoot too many blanks,” Belinda said with a triumphant smile.

“Belinda, these are stunning!” Esmé exclaimed, and she picked up the one right in the middle of the middle cushion and gaped at it. “Is this a tornado?”

“That is!” Belinda declared. “I was right outside of Des Moines, headed up towards Minneapolis on a little two-lane road, and way off in the distance, I saw a tornado forming underneath one of those big supercell clouds. I stopped real quick for a picture because it gave me chills just looking at it, and not everyone can say they took a photo of a tornado as it touched down, either. That one's easily one of my favorites next to the fog coming in on the Bering Sea, the sunsets over Jackson Hole and the Painted Desert, and also the view from the mountain pass when I reached the top of the Rockies.”

“Let me see the tornado,” Alex joined in right then, and he took a glimpse at the photograph in Esmé’s hand, and Sam followed suit over his shoulder. The photograph was clear and sharp, with a sliver of a clear blue sky overhead, but off in the distance, over a vast stretch of flat field, loomed the dark menacing supercell cloud in all of its monolithic, colossal glory with a flat shelf up top; at the bottom was sheer darkness. At the center of it all was the uncanny view of the narrow dark funnel cloud as it hit the ground.

“That gives me chills,” Sam remarked.

“I was about a mile away from shelter, too,” Belinda added. “It was about a hundred miles away, but I had to get a move on, though. The wind picked up and once I had the picture, I just bounced out of there. The sirens went off—the first time I heard a tornado siren, too. They're absolutely bone-chilling to hear in person and they invoke something primeval in you, too.”

“That like... you’re going to die sort of reaction,” Alex followed along.

“Yeah, exactly! That's exactly what it is. I didn’t tell you guys this, because I didn’t want you to worry, either, especially with Mar’s whole reaction to it after the fact, but there was a number of times on my adventure where I did in fact fear for my life. The tornado was one of them. There was a narrow road up in Eastern Washington was another one because it was right over a canyon, like a thousand-foot drop.” Sam gaped at that. “There was another narrow road up in Alaska as I was headed up towards Denali, too. One full of blind turns and corners, and the wind was blowing, too, so it was hard to discern the rustling of leaves from car wheels. I also had a guy in Tennessee come after me with a rifle. Snakes and scorpions out in the desert. Blinding light on white sand when I was coming down Northern California—so bright that I thought I was going to careen right into the next lane and hit one of those big trucks. I saw an avalanche while I was in the Rockies—a small one, but it was an avalanche, nonetheless. This big sheet of stray snow rolling down the hill. I almost got caught up in a mudslide right outside of Chicago, you know, right before I came home. Almost got stuck on railroad tracks in eastern Oregon—and there was a train coming. I almost got a flat tire down by the Four Corners and there was a fer-de-lance right down the road from me, too.”

“A what?” Sam asked her.

“Fer-de-lance.”

“Scary venomous snake,” Alex told her. “We saw a couple of those when Testament toured down in Texas and Mexico years ago. The promoters told us to stay away from them if we see them because they’re aggressive and they don’t give a shit, either.” He gaped at her as Esmé picked up another one.

“Is this the snake?” she asked Belinda.

“As a matter of fact, it is!” she replied; Sam brought her gaze to the snake pendant around Belinda’s neck when she said that. “I got to a rest stop and I posted up inside of there, and let the snake go by. This elderly couple right there right next to me vowed to get it for me if it came any closer to me. I got free beef jerky from them as a result.”

Sam and Alex took another glimpse at the photograph in Esmé’s hand: a clear shot of a stretch of road surrounded by sagebrush and right smack in the middle of the sun-scorched pavement was a slithering thing about the size of a garden hose.

“Yeah, see the markings?” Alex pointed at the face of the photograph.

“Oh, yeah,” Sam replied in a low voice.

“And that’s all in the States, too,” Belinda continued. “I’m not even touching on the stuff up in Canada or in Mexico, for that matter.”

Esmé picked up another one.

“Here’s you I see!” she declared.

“Yeah, I took that when I reached the border,” Belinda continued.

“Definitely got my work cut out for me,” Esmé proclaimed, and Sam and Alex bowed away from her right then.

“Want to take a walk?” Alex offered her as he held his coffee mug close to him.

“I’d love to take a walk,” she replied with a nod of her head. “It’s a nice day after all.”

“And I think Eric’s still here, too,” he added.

“What’re you guys gonna do?” Belinda asked them.

“Taking a little stroll,” Sam replied as she held her mug close to her body as well.

“See any snakes, name it after me,” Belinda called after them, and the two of them headed out of there and into the hallway, and into the bright autumnal sunlight. Alex's birthday loomed large with the warm sunlight that surrounded them, such that it was summed up by the cups of coffee in their hands.

“There he is,” Alex declared with a nod; Sam followed his gaze up the street and there was Eric, right before the muffin place as if he waited for someone. The flustered look upon his face was enough to tell Sam everything.

“What’s up?” she asked him once they came within earshot.

“Waiting for Rebecca,” he replied with a bit of haste, and then he turned to Alex. “Alex, you remember that company down the block from our old recording studio up in Oakland?”

“Vaguely,” he answered as he took a sip of coffee. “Was that the place with the stained-glass window that looked like a schwa?”

“Yeah, I just found out that they went bankrupt back in the middle of July, about a few weeks after we put out our new album, too.”

“Oh, man!” Alex gaped at him as he lingered out in the sunlight right next to him; Sam followed suit right next to him.

“It gets worse: when they closed their doors, they locked up the warehouse with all the rest of the copies inside, too. We may as well have not even put out a record. All that work and money spent for absolutely nothing in return...” Eric shook his head and ran his fingers through his inky black hair. Sam and Alex glanced at one another, and then he peered down at his wristwatch.

“She called me and told me that she was on her way—that was about an hour ago, too.”

“She’ll be here,” Sam assured him, and he showed her a soft smile. He then turned his attention to the street behind them and he nodded his head.

The two of them turned around for a look at Belinda, who strode up from behind them with one hand over her brow to shield her eyes from the sun.

“What’re you doing here?” Alex asked her once she came within earshot.

“Esmé told me that she’d take it from here,” she replied, and she turned to Eric.

“Hi,” she greeted him, and she adjusted the strap of her purse and gave her blonde hair a little toss back from the side of her neck.

“Hey,” he returned the favor with a solemn look on his face.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Distribution company went under,” Sam replied. “Locked up their warehouse with all the copies of their new album inside.”

“Holy shit,” Belinda blurted out, and she set a hand on Eric’s back. “I’m so sorry to hear that. That just—that actually physically pains me.”

“Makes my stomach turn,” Alex added.

“So, Mom told you that she’d take it from here, really?” Sam quipped right then. “All of those photographs that you took and she’s willing to take it on solo.”

“It’s apparently a really long process,” Belinda explained. “And especially with me, too, because I took so many pictures.”

“Been meaning to ask you this, too—how many did you take, by the way?” Alex asked her with his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide with wonder.

“Well, I actually finally got down to it and counted it all out and right before I left, I told her, too—you guys ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Hell yeah,” Sam and Alex said in unison.

“Nine hundred and eighty-seven,” Belinda replied. “Had I gone into the eastern seaboard or hung out a little bit longer down in Mexico, I easily would’ve broken a thousand.”

“Wow!” Alex gaped at her, and then he brought his mug up to his lips.

“Holy crap,” Eric blurted out.

“Two years and over thirty thousand miles worth of photography,” she told them with a shrug of her shoulders. “Really, before she showed up and I went to the apartment, I calculated it. From Nome, Alaska to Prince Edward Island is five thousand miles. From our driveway in Scarsdale to the Bay Area is three thousand, and then down to L.A. is another couple hundred. Another three across the southern tier of the country, another thousand crossing the Rockies twice, and then there’s all of the little detours I took, all the back roads and going down into Mexico and up into Canada, and then going around Tornado Alley twice. I figured it all clocks in to over thirty thousand miles.” She turned her attention to Sam and Alex, who sipped on their coffee some more, and albeit in unison as well. “After you guys left, and I told her the numbers, Esmé was kind of freaking out when I told her that number in particular, like she’s worried that I won’t be able to sell it because it’s too long. I don’t want to omit anything, though.”

“Yeah, it’s quite the story,” Eric remarked, and then he raised of his hand as if to imitate a newspaper headline. “’Badass glass artist goes across the country with her camera.’”

“Badass glass artist,” Belinda said with a shake of her head and another sip of her coffee.

“Very badass indeed,” Alex added with a nod and another sip himself.

“Wouldn’t it just be something if you made the bestseller list, Bel,” Sam remarked.

“It'd be huge if that happened,” Belinda said, and she put her hands around the base of her coffee mug. “Although, I’m not really getting my hopes up, though, because I'm a nobody and I took so many pictures, too. Esmé told me about it a little bit ago before I walked out the door, and she was starting to organize the photographs by geographical region, like it be a flop for all I know. But she’s behind me on it, though, and she promised me to write in the captions, too, and she told me that there’s quite the story behind it, too. I'm no writer myself so I know it’ll be quite the task for me to write the foreword and the background. Must be something about immense grief that brings out the ‘carpe diem’ in people.”

“It’s the realization that it can all come to an end,” Sam pointed out.

“An abrupt end, too,” Belinda added. “Speaking of which, Sam, have you considered organizing an art book?”

She shook her head. “Hasn’t even crossed my mind,” she confessed.

“I just think about the art you made after Cliff passed and when you got going again after the accident, and how everyone was going crazy about the one of Cliff himself, the one with the tulips. It's an idea, but I think it’d be cool as hell if you did something like that.”

Alex turned his attention to Sam right then, as if he gestured for her to do just that. It would definitely be something to consider, especially given she was about to head off to school in a short time. But then again, she was headed off to school in a short time. If she considered such a thing, it would have to wait off in the future.

“By the way, do you have a title at all?” Eric asked her.

“Been throwing things out there, but nothing’s really been sticking at all,” Belinda confessed, and then she turned her attention to him. “Why? You got any ideas?”

“’Perilous Nation’,” he said without a second thought. “You know, after our—Testament's—song. All ‘cause you went all over North America in the most treacherous conditions and you’re a friend to us, too.”

“True,” she replied with a frown.

“That more sounds like a horror novel, though,” Sam pointed out.

“Yeah, I was just gonna say that has bit of a sinister tone to it, Eric,” Belinda said with a nod, but she patted him on the shoulder. “It is a good suggestion, though. I'll run it by Esmé when I see her again and see how she feels about it.”

A little black car rolled up to the curb next to them right then.

“Ah! Here she is.” Eric turned towards the passenger window, and then Sam and Alex paid more attention to each other and also Belinda.

“Wanna join us on our walk?” Sam offered her.

“Of course! I just hope we don’t see any aggressive venomous snakes laying around is all.”

“Nah, it’s too cold up here,” Alex replied.

The three of them then took a stroll about the block followed by the next few until the sun sank down low over the skyline off to the right. Within time, they had returned back home to the apartment, and Belinda and Esmé launched into a discussion outside of the front door about the photography and the book in question. Sam and Alex meanwhile bowed into the apartment and closed the door about an inch right behind them.

Belinda burst out laughing, while Sam turned to Alex.

“Once again, we’re alone together,” he declared in a lofty tone of voice.

“We are,” she replied.

“Hey, you two,” Esmé called through the opening between the door and the frame. The two of them turned into her direction, and she nudged the door open a bit more so they could see her face and the reflection on her cat-eye glasses. “I’m gonna take Miss Grimes here out to dinner, just me and her—it's important.”

“We’ll be right here,” Sam assured her, and Esmé flashed her a wink and a puckering of her lips, and then she ducked out of there and back into the hallway, and she closed the door behind her.

“I just want to—to—” she sputtered.

“What?” he asked her, and he set the mug on the counter. “What do you want, Samantha? Now that we’re alone, you can tell me what’s egging you on in the wings.”

“I just want to dance with you, Alex,” she blurted out, to which he was taken aback by that.

“Dance with me?”

“Yeah. As like a celebration of sorts. Celebration for having fully moved here in one piece. Mom did bring that little transistor radio with her, after all.” He turned his head to the counter and there it was, the little golden yellow radio propped upon the surface with its antenna pointed up towards the ceiling.

“Here,” he offered, and he turned the little dial on the top with two fingers, and then he turned it up a bit.

The middle of “She Drives Me Crazy” from Fine Young Cannibals blared on the radio waves first.

“This isn’t really something to do a ballroom dance to,” he confessed. “Not like what we were doing with Mr. Davis back at my parents’ house.”

“Let’s try the next one,” she suggested, and he nodded at that. He propped it upright on the counter and then he backed up to her. They waited it out while they stood there in the middle of the floor.

“It does take me back to when we were starting out,” he remarked.

“When you were starting out, especially,” she added.

The song faded out and then “6 Underground” from the Sneaker Pimps came on immediately afterwards.

“Ooh, this one’s better,” Alex said, and then he extended a hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

“You may,” Sam replied, and she slid in closer to him.

The way his hips swayed and moved about to that funky groove made her want to be closer to him. He twirled her every so often, and she did the same for him as well. They moved about quicker than their first dance with Mr. Davis, but with more swift movements came more emphasis on Alex’s hips and thighs.

“I see you’re moving around better, too,” he noted as he gave her another twirl.

“Of course!” she replied with a chuckle, and then she moved in closer to his slender body again. When he twirled, his hair still fanned out from his head and he returned to her with a smirk on his face and a little movement of his chest towards her, much to her amusement.

“We’ve got more room in here, too,” he told her.

“A lot more room, actually,” she added, and he set his hand on her upper back and he dipped her down towards the floor. “Whoa! Oh my god!”

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, and he brought her back up. “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” she asked him, concerned.

“No way,” he replied. “My dad told me the trick is to do it quickly.” He gave her another twirl, and then he brought her back close to his body, with her breasts pressed up against his chest. She hesitated for a split second, but a split second was all she needed to look into his eyes. Inside of those deep eyes and a glimmer of a flame embedded within there.

“What would you like for your birthday, by the way?” she asked him as they moved about a bit more.

“Don’t really know,” he confessed. “I would like a nice cake, but other than that? I'm just happy to be here in New York City.”

“You and me both,” she replied as he gave her one last twirl before the song faded out. He let go of her hand and doubled back to the counter to switch it off before the commercials came on.

“Since Mom and Bel are out, you want to get something to eat?” she offered him.

“Always,” he replied.

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