#hatter not being able to catch us part two

[fmp2mt]

Music was a fun word to be derived from my mind map as music has been a fundamental part of my life for ages and has only grown more important to me. I have chosen music as a word I would like to further research due to its personal connections to me and due to how music can inspire art and creativity.

One of my favourite artists is Adam Ant, a British New wave artists, know for his punky music and interesting wardrobe of fashionable styles. Listing to his music is like listening to nothing else, it oozes personality like a burst faucet, pooling water onto the floor. Some of his best work was produced when he was still with his band, the Ants, making his most infamous albums like King’s of the Wild Frontier and Prince Charming, but his solo career was not slacking either with Friend or Foe and Strip.

One of his most eye catching features is his get up, his costume was always a highlight of his music videos and album covers with how expressive they were. Designed by himself with help from others, his outfits have stood the passage of time and have become iconic in their own right. He used makeup to exaggerate and amplify his outfits, with something as simple as a white stripe or two red lines adding depth to his face while also striking an almost tribalistic aura.

From his Highwayman to his Prince Charming, from his sailor days to his ruff stable boy, he is able to keep his style and change it enough to make it stand out in his clothing discography. 

Jay Kay is the lead singer to the band Jamiroquai, being the only member to stay a constant from the 7 refreshes that they have gone through. He is known for his funky and jazzy tunes, and for his set of eccentric hats. Every albums sees him adorning a new cap, all just as weird and unique as the last.

He's gone from plain to exaggeration to a motorised hat that moves, he has been coined the Mad Hatter and the Cat in the Hat for this obsession by others.

But one of the best things about his band is the music of course, some personal favourite of mine would be Corner of the Earth, Alright, Virtual Insanity and The Return of the Space Cowboy. Jazz, while such a big genre spanning years has never really obtained that much mainstream press, especially in recent years, what could be for a number of reason such as length, with some songs going past 5 minutes, and on occasion reaching up to 9 on the odd occasion, and for some, who listen to songs that can last only 2 and a half minutes this is a costly investment. Thankfully I have no such problem and can indulge myself.

I would love to use Jamiroquai and Jay Kay specifically for my project, I want to tap into his style just like I do with Adam ant, I want to siphon it and use it in my art for the project, I want to go above and beyond with them and make something that could truly stand on its own. I want to be inspired by their music and costume due to how personal they are, and I think it's something lacking in gaming, as everything is either too gruff or cute and flat, but they had the perfect between them.

However, I want to focus on Ritchie Blackmore's music specifically, not due to it being better, even though I still adore it, but because of a specific song.

Catch the Rainbow became one of my favourite songs the first time I heard it, just like Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues, Car Trouble by Adam and the Ants and What Will Happen Will Happen by Lemon Demon, it's just a perfect song to me. I would love to visualise this song on paper, and that is something I want to try for this project, or at least try and implement this in the project proposal.

Ritchie Blackmore himself is a pretty well known guy even if you don't realise it, seen as one of the most important and influential guitarists of all time, having been the guitarist in Depp Purple, know for such songs as Smoke on the Water, Highway Star and Child of Time, before going onto a solo career and creating Rainbow with James Dio himself, know for such songs as Rainbow in the Dark. This was due to a sleuth of reasons that had been accumulating for quite some time that had caused friction in the group. 

After touring ended on April 7th 1975, he went to make a single with ELF, an american band after Deep Purple had rejected to do it, however in this short time, the Idea of Rainbow was born, keeping Ronnie James Dio on till he left 1979 to join Black Sabbath.

I find it quite interesting how so many bands are interconnected like this, and how links can be made to connect them.

Overall, I really want music to play a role in my project, style wise especially, but I would also like to do stuff based on visualising music. I always found it off how music based games don’t always feel like music games, they have music and some mechanics like matching the beat or actually playing the music, but little try and develop their own look reminiscent of the 80’s, but that could just be personal introspective of me.

[aceofspadegrass]

What? What’s that I see? Is it- is it another heist fic??!? :O

Heisting Yet Again

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Niragi Suguru, Last Boss, Chishiya Shuntaro, @a-simp-20 , @niragis-right-hand-rabbit , and your local bread pentagon, Me

Genre: Crack. We're fucking heisting again.

2.3k words

Well what do you know! There is :0!!! Looks like we're at it again guys, causing havoc to Hatter and having fun while we're doing it!

And look, there's even a guest joining us! How fancy! What have we stolen today folks? Well, guess you'll have to find out!

Hatter thought they were gone for good after they stole his precious couch. It was peaceful at the Beach, as peaceful as it could get anyways, and the days were going by swimmingly. He even got a new couch to replace his old couch, which soon became just as loved as his previous couch. He still hadn’t forgotten the robbery, of course, and if he ever saw those three ever again he’d give them a stern talking to before he set the militants loose on their asses. They were traitors after all, and everyone knew what he did to traitors.

If they were smart, they’d stay out of the way of the Beach’s wrath. Hatter was sure they’d try to evade him and anyone with the bracelet that noted them as members, but there was only so much of them compared to the hundreds of people under his beck and call that could bring them kicking and screaming back to his land. Why come back to the place they had forsaken except to die, after all.

But alas, he was sorely mistaken in that thought, as he wakes up in bed to light humming, and rather itchy wrists. He tugs his hand closer to his core without making a sound, the coarse and familiar feel of rope around his wrist telling him all he needed. For good measure he tries to pull his legs, but his ankles seemed to be under the same type of bounds.

The humming continues on, undeterred, as if they knew Hatter was unable to do anything. He turns his head, and in the darkness of the room he can make out a vague silhouette trodding around his room without a care in the world, and the song was somewhat recognizable, but nothing Hatter could name.

Keeping his cool, he whistles to catch their attention, the person yelping and whipping around. That earns a chuckle out of him, followed by an annoyed whine by the other.

“ That was mean, you know! You scared me!” They whined, Hatter still chuckling.

“ Aww, but it was necessary! So! Do tell, dear, what are you doing in my room, hm? I’m in quite a predicament here-“ He tugs again at the coarse rope that bounded his arm to the bed, “ And while I don’t mind whatever comes to be in bed between me and my partner, I don’t believe I’ve ever met you~ Or have I? I’m sure you look lovely in the light.” He purrs in an inquisitive manner. The person just stays still, and from what limited light Hatter had, they were actually fidgeting a little, as if willing to walk out and leave him there.

He had to tread lightly. Whoever this was, they couldn’t be here for a rousing game of Bed Twister, seeing as he was still dressed and there was not a single inch of mood lighting. Scandalous to just do it without even a little festivities and scenery slapped in, with only ropes to keep him company.

“ Well, actually that’s just so I don’t, like…. die. Anyways, it was nice talking to you, but I have things to do!” The person approaches, and Hatter tries to get a glimpse of their face, of anything recognizable. He only gasps as they get closer and the only thing he picks up is a closed unslutty version of his kimono and an obviously printed picture of… wait is that his face? Was his rope tying captor wearing his iconic face and kimono? In his room?

“ Oh, is that what I think it is? I dare say, I wasn’t aware you liked me that much that you’d imitate me~ I’m flattered~” The person actually snorts at that, and pats his entire face with their unnaturally cold hand, fingers splayed and in short bursts, Hatter not expecting it and jerking his head away with a laugh. “ Oh my, what did you do earlier to make them that cold-” “ Exist! Anyways, here you go!” They chirp, and there’s a faint quack noise as something is plopped on his chest and they walk away, Hatter watching them go with a pout.

“ I do think you’re forgetting something, what are you to do about my rather…… prone position?~ You can not simply leave me like this!” “ Uuuhhhhh…….. get that cool steak-looking guy to help! Okay bye, have fun!” They call out to him before opening the door and starting to leave, Hatter getting only the barest glimpse of the back of their head.

Only, this also lets him get a glimpse of whatever was placed on him, and once he saw the tiny goose on his chest coming up to his face, honking softly, he can only lay there bound like a prisoner as it comes closer with murder in its eyes before the light was snatched like his couch.

" Oh sweet toma- AH IT'S GOT MY NOSE-"

Morning comes, and Aguni comes in to Hatter’s face being used as a nest, the goose happily settled over his eyes. Aguni pauses for a second, confused, the goose napping.

“ Uhh…. should I come back later-“ “ Oh, Aguni, a little help here? I have been ravaged like no other!” Hatter calls out the moment he hears Aguni, the man coming over and looking down at his friend, Hatter’s wrists still tied to the corners. He quickly gets to work untying them, Hatter shooting up the moment he was free, the goose honking as it was launched off Hatter’s face and left to fall down onto his lap. Hatter pushes it off of him, not at all caring at the moment of its safety in favour of his own, taking off the covers and untying his poor ankles free. Aguni watches from the side of the bed with folded arms, Hatter getting up and rubbing his sore wrists with a frown.

“ Oh, you wouldn’t believe the horror last night!” “ Did another one set you up?” Hatter shakes his head, and wanders around the room and making sure everything was still in place. “ Even worse! I woke up to such a position, and without something there to keep warm in bed, and yet someone was here with me! Imitating my looks, but without the sexy factor, can you believe the horror? Oh, woe! I didn’t think it was possible!” Hatter held the back of his hand to his forehead, dramatically dipping back as if to faint. He remains on his feet, and smiles a little when Aguni puts a supporting hand on his back to help him back to a normal stand, Hatter looking at him with a now serious glint. “ I do believe they’re back, Aguni.”

Aguni cocks an eyebrow, face staying stoic. “ The ones that stole your couch?” “ That’s the one! I’m sure of it! After all, why else would they come in here and take the time to assure I could not apprehend them myself? They’re here to steal something.” Hatter grabs Aguni’s shoulders, staring deep into his eyes as his face falls into a crazed smile. “ Death to traitors, after all. We need to find them before they get away.” Aguni nods slowly, and Hatter lets go, pushing Aguni away as he marches out of his room with a totally not unhinged giggle. Aguni rolls his eyes and follows after, Hatter marching his way down and knocking on all of the executive’s doors to wake them up. There was no time to waste after all!

It takes a while, but eventually everyone is up, sitting or standing where they preferred, Hatter briefing all of them on the situation at hand. Niragi looked rather annoyed, leaning back in his seat and combing what hairs he didn’t managed to pull up into his bun out of his face.

“ Why the fuck would they come back? That’s a fucking death wish if I’ve ever seen one.” Niragi groans. “ It’s fucking too early for this." “ Well, who’s to say they haven’t already left? Didn’t you say that this….. imposter of yours entered your room possibly hours before? It would be stupid to stay this long.” Chishiya says with that all knowing tone in his voice, Hatter nodding.

“ Yes, but there’s a chance they haven’t! They must’ve been scouting out what to take next before the actual heist!” Hatter rebukes, and gives Chishiya a warning glance when Chishiya looks unconvinced.

“ So you need us to patrol the entire Beach for them, got it. Let’s go, time’s wasting.” Aguni gets up, looking at Niragi and Last Boss, Niragi getting up with a grunt and grabbing his gun. The three of them leave, and Hatter soon shoos the rest of them out to help search the entire Beach again for the three musketeers and see if anything looked out of place.

Hours pass, and yet when they regroup, nobody could offer anything of use. Ann even questioned if they were even there to take anything, but Hatter had a hunch, he just felt it in his bones. So they separate once more, Hatter making sure to comb every single place in his domain. How dare they, really, coming back here to try their luck once more.

The sound of what at first sounded like gunshots catches his attention, but he dismisses it at first, believing the militants were just doing something. Then when he hears it again followed by terrified yells, he looks up towards the source, only to see a rather giant grey dinosaur with an orange beak.

“ Hah….?” Hatter comes over to take a close look, and the dinosaur was in fact not a dinosaur, but might as well be one, the bird looking at Hatter’s direction and fluffing up its wings. Hatter stares at the massive grey mass of feather and the tiny crown that seemed to be held by a thin string around its head, the bird raising its head and making that gun-like sound again.

“ Oh, well then hello to you too- Where did you come from-“ Hatter takes another step closer, and the bird just bows its head with a head shake and then wanders off, Hatter watching it go. People around it were catering away, staring at the beast of a bird and giving it distance.

“ Strange bird….” Hatter mutters, watching it wander away. Something in his gut begged him to follow, and Hatter was a man of will, so he starts to follow this creature wherever it was heading.

It was good that he did, as he sees a very familiar trio of people, one of which was still wearing his face and kimono. The other two were wearing normal clothes, one in a different robe and petting the giant bird with a fond smile while the other was more modestly in simple street wear and a head covering. “ Hey! There you are!” Hatter calls out, and they all look in his direction.

“ Oh hewwo!” The one wearing his face waves to him, the other two waving as well. “ Don’t worry, we’re just gonna…… RUN! Go go go!” They gesture away from Hatter in three rapid hand motions. They’re all running away as fast as they could, and Hatter was not about to let them get away, chasing after them as fast as he could. With how he generally appeared, he looked like he wouldn’t have much stamina, but they have also never taken him to bed on a good day.

And today was gonna be a fucking beautiful day.

The three were still within Beach territory and therefore still had people to deal with, even if they had congregated in a less populated area, and Hatter pretty much knew the layout like the back of his hand. They ran through the space, Hatter having to move this way and that to keep them within sight. That bird was actually following them rather obediently, seeming content, Hatter internally thanking the bird for leading him to their little meetup spot.

Niragi and Last Boss appear around the corner just as they were coming up, Niragi laughing and raising his gun, fully intent on shooting them down. Even Last Boss got ready to attack, grabbing ahold of his sword.

“ Oh hi there you two!” The woman that was petting the bird earlier greets. The third of their little squad immediately just separates from the group to avoid Niragi and Last Boss altogether, the remaining two still running head on towards them.

“ Hah! You think that’s gonna stop me? I’m gonna shoot you right-“ He doesn’t get to finish as the girl leaps up and grabs his head to pull it closer, giving him a kiss right there on his cheek and slipping past the crispy raisin cake.

“ Bye you sexy giraffe! Stay sexy!” She calls out as she runs off, the second somehow slipping past the two militants along with the bird.

“ Remember to practice safety procedures you two! Don’t let your ankles get eaten!” The other yells, Hatter rushing past them as they stood there stunned by the act that just occurred.

Hatter was intent on catching them, and yet they seemingly had too much energy and nothing in their hands. Perhaps it was something small, like all the bathroom mints, or maybe even a hidden pistol underneath their clothes. Either way he had to stop them and put an end to them.

They make it out to where the cars where, and Hatter finally sees just what they stole:

“ Hey! That’s my wine cabinet!” Hatter yells, absolutely appalled by this egregious crime, the poor cabinet strapped onto a new car like it was nothing more than a box of wood as the three infiltrators climb in, the bird joining in the backseat. The one wearing the head covering peeks out with a smile. “ Oh, that’s not all! We also took all of your instant pancake mixes I hope you don’t mind!”

“ Excuse me, I do mind, thank you very little!”

The driver, now the woman that had kissed Niragi’s cheek like no big deal, pokes her head out and waves.

“ Oh well! See you later! This was fun!” She shouts before the engine rumbles to life and they peel away with his cabinet.

“ Oh you three……!” Hatter stares as they drive away with their second successful heist, shaking his head in disbelief and thinly veiling anger in his smile. “ You three are in for it now!~”

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #niragi suguru #last boss #takatora samura #chishiya shuntaro #you would think we'd be caught by now but this is also the laws of fiction so we're apparently great heisters #hatter not being able to catch us part two #yes of course I let you kiss niragi the chance was RIGHT THERE! #we're 100% on his hitlist in this version of the Beach #apparently I have several versions for the same Beach: one where we're criminals and one where we're not :D #then again the one where we're not also includes a giraffe with a man's head on it soooooo- #it's all just a combined ball of weaved yarn the universe is funky like that #in reality I would probably die the moment I start running- #yes I'm the one wearing Hatter's face it's just how it is #ask

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

pls do part two of “you're everything you once hated” 🥺

Alright! I originally wasn’t going to do a Part 2 of this but a few people have asked so here you go! 😙

You’re Everything You Once Hated | Suguru Niragi

PART 1 | PART 2

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

{Main Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC, Ann, Tatta, Hatter, Kuina)

Summary: You attempt to escape Niragi to replenish your visa by yourself, but he catches you and makes sure you won’t do it again

Warnings: (okay here we go) blood, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, obsessive themes, suggestive themes, graphic violence/torture, needles, being held hostage, deranged behaviour, reader is traumatised, implications of a panic attack, dehumanisation (kind of?), mention of amputation, mention of suicide, guns, knives, reader sees a corpse, minor character death

Word Count: 4.6k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: this is quite heavy and messed up, so I recommend people under 15 don’t read this

The young man leant against the large building, holding a small rose in his sweaty palms as he waited for you to arrive from your after school class. He winced as the thorns slightly caught on his olive skin. He sighed and craned his neck back to rest on the wall behind him. No matter how much he attempted to distract himself, the rate his heart was beating kept bringing the nausea to his stomach.

The sky was painted a soft mix of orange and pink as the sun began to fall asleep below the horizon. Valentine’s Day couldn’t have created a more romantic atmosphere for Niragi, he couldn’t mess it up now or he would let cupid down himself.

“What the hell am I even doing?” he questioned himself, wiping his brow with the back of his wrist. “She probably doesn’t even see me this way. We’ve been best friends for years, if she felt something she would’ve told me by now, right?”

He was stressing himself out, continuing the doubt whether his idea was good or not. He was considering dropping the rose and just walking away, being too afraid of the reality that he had been in love with you for years and had never been able to voice it. He felt embarrassed about himself, making his head fill with insecurities and doubts.

His phone vibrating in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts. Niragi reached into his blazer and pulled out his device, noticing a text from you.

‘I’m on my way,’ it read.

He heard your footsteps around the corner and straightened himself up, letting out a sigh to relieve tension. He knew there was no going back now, so he had no choice but to go ahead with his confession.

Just as he was about to turn the corner to meet you, he noticed a male voice that echoed yours, making him freeze in his tracks. He kept himself pushed against the wall, trying to listen to what you were saying.

“I mean, movies are cheap at the moment. Do you want to go see one together?” Niragi heard the boy say. His heart sank at the males words and his hand holding the rose fell from his chest to drooping towards the ground.

Your voice, that was all too familiar to Niragi, answered him. “Sure! I’m busy this afternoon, but I’m free this weekend on Saturday.”

Saturday. Niragi frowned. You and him always went to the park together every Saturday to have a picnic together. You wouldn’t forget about that, would you?

His disappointment turned into anger suddenly. The exhilarating emotions filled his mind and heart so quickly, it took him off guard. As his hand twitched slightly, he shook his head to remove the thoughts from his head.

“Okay, I’ll send you a text later to talk about times and stuff,” the boy said. Niragi’s curiosity got the best of him and he peeked his head around the side of the building to catch a glance of who you were with. He wished he didn’t.

It was one of the young kids that picked on him in Science class, which you weren’t in. Niragi felt betrayed, but tried to reassure himself that you just didn’t know what this guy was really like.

“Bye Y/N,” the boy muttered shyly, making Niragi fume at his fake behaviour. ‘He obviously is just trying to get in her pants,’ Niragi thought to himself, jaw clenching in annoyance at your blindness.

The boy leaned close to you and left a soft kiss on your forehead making you smile and wave happily as he walked away. As soon as he disappeared up the stairs a few metres up, Niragi leant back so you couldn’t see him.

He felt tears building in his eyes, so he quickly wiped them away before you found him. He jumped as he saw you turn the corner, hiding the rose he held behind his back.

“Hey Niragi!” you exclaimed, having the same gorgeous smile that you always conveyed around him. Usually the small action would make him melt into the ground. But at that moment, he didn’t think anything you did could make him feel better.

“You okay?” you asked, leaning close to his face with your eyebrows raised. His heart beat picked up, noticing how your lips were only a few inches away from his. He turned his face to the side, hiding his blush. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” he lied through his teeth.

As he kept up his innocent façade, small droplets of blood slowly drizzled down his wrist from the tight fist enveloping the thorned rose. His confined anger flowed through the blood that spilled from the cuts in his palm, but he didn’t feel a pinch of pain through his tensed muscles.

Perhaps one day, the world would give him another chance to show his love for you.

***************

You woke with a start as someone busted through the door of the room, looking around in a panic at who would enter so suddenly. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of Niragi, stumbling into the room with his usual sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry love, did I wake you?”

You stayed silent, sitting up properly and watching his movements closely. You didn’t trust a single thing he did or said, so you still remained on high alert whenever he was in this room alone with you, despite the fact you had been sharing the room with him for three days.

“You getting hungry? I brought some food up last night for you while you were asleep,” he said, placing his rifle on a small table. You watched as it collided with the wooden surface, flinching at the loud noise.

You hadn’t been able to leave the room since your injury. You had been shot in the foot by an overly sensitive militant woman who you weren’t even sure was still alive after the beating Niragi gave her in front of you. His behaviour during that time alone was enough to you terrified, especially the fact that it is impossible to run from him now.

But the lack of movement on your foot has proven to help and you have noticed the bullet wound healing quite well. The ointment and bandages you apply regularly on it (no help from Niragi) has been working perfectly, and you were praying for the moment you could move your stuff back to your own room and escape Niragi’s unpredictable and psychotic behaviour around you.

As if he read your mind, Niragi spoke up. “How’s your foot? Is it getting better?”

The sweet tone in his voice was so contradictory to his intentions. You hated the fact that he thought you fell for his fake façade. To be honest, he probably knew you didn’t believe him, but continued with it to keep you on your toes.

You glared at him through the top of your eyelids, keeping your head low in suspicion. As Niragi sighed from your unresponsive behaviour, he strutted over towards the bed that you were laying on. You panicked and used your arms to push yourself away from him, being terrified of his presence alone. Spending only a few days with him was enough to make you realise how despicable of a human being he actually was.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me,” he attempted to calm you.

You froze as he sat on the bed nearby your legs. A pained expression grew on your face as he slowly lifted your injured foot to place it gently on his lap, running his hand carefully over the bandage you had applied before going to sleep.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, glancing up at you. You shook your head no, watching as he smirked slightly and turned back to it.

“I’m going to have a look at it,” he demanded, beginning to unravel the bandage on your foot.

You remained still, watching as he was unusually careful. It made your adrenaline run rapid, not knowing when he was going to suddenly snap.

As he pulled the final layer off your foot, relief filled you when you saw that it was still fine. The injury had turned into a small hole in the top of your foot, no blood or redness in sight. Maybe perhaps you could walk again soon, and be able to replenish your visa that was due to end in a few days.

Unfortunately, Niragi wasn’t as happy about this knowledge, and he intended to do something about it.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, leaning over to the night stand and picking up a small unwashed needle that he had kept there. It was left there by Ann a few days ago, as she had to come to the room to stitch up a cut that Niragi had obtained during a game.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him holding the needle close to your bullet wound. “W-Wait, Niragi,” you stuttered, nervous about his intentions. “What are you doing?”

Niragi glanced up at you, a devilish smirk painted across his face. His expression made your stomach churn and you attempted to pull your leg from his grip. Your heart rate picked up and you began to panic when he refused to let go.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt much. Just... try not to scream.”

Just as you were about to protest, Niragi pinned your foot onto his lap and pushed the tip of the needle as hard as he could into your bullet wound, making you let out a silent scream and thrash in his hold.

You screamed and screamed and screamed, a horrific pain continuously shot through your foot to your leg. You swore at some point it felt like he was cutting your foot off.

“NIRAGI!” you wailed. “STOP! PLEASE!”

You begged and begged through your cries of pain. After what felt like a century, Niragi pulled the needle out of your foot slowly and placed his hand over the wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. You were now lying on your back, sobbing lightly into the sheets and given up.

You felt Niragi caress your face with the back on his hand lightly. “My little princess needs to stay here, where I can keep her safe. You can’t leave. There’s horrible monsters at The Beach and I would hate for you to fall prey to one of them.”

You felt like screaming at him. How could he be so blind, so ignorant. He was the monster, and he failed to realise it.

He placed your leg off his lap, making you let out a small cry. Niragi crawled further up the bed next to you and sat on the sheets. You were facing away from him, not even daring to turn to look at him. You could hear him unbuttoning his checkered shirt, seeing it fly over your frame and land on the floor. A shiver made its way up your spine as Niragi’s hot breath hit the nape of your neck and his warm limbs snaked around your torso. He placed his hands underneath your shirt and softly caressed the skin of your stomach whilst nipping at the skin on your neck.

“You’re so pretty. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you over these years.”

His words sounded so loving, so sweet. But your reaction was the opposite of what he wanted. A slow, sorrowful tear traveled down your face and you began shaking in his embrace in fear of having him so close. You wanted to close your eyes and wake up back home, back in your own bed with your family’s hushed conversations spread throughout the house. This wasn’t home, this was absolute hell.

“Why are you shaking? Are you cold?” your tormentor asked. He removed his hands from underneath your shirt and pulled on your shoulders to make you turn over to face him. You kept your eyes shut tight, refusing to submit to his demands.

He pulled you close once again and placed his hand on the back of your head to push your face into his bare chest. Niragi’s usual smell of blood and metal filled your nostrils, making you grimace against him.

You continued to shake, not being able to control your movements. Niragi sighed, tucking his chin on the top of your head and nuzzling into your hair, taking a breath of the all too familiar scent of the shampoo you’ve always used for your hair. How you managed to find the exact one in the Borderland was beyond his understanding.

The smell made him feel at home. The comfort he found in you was too strong for him to handle, making him become deranged at the thought of you being back in his arms. It scared him, how much he actually depended on you to keep him happy.

And while he continued to hold you close and smile happily at the feeling of your soft breath against his chest, he failed to notice the continuous flow of tears that cascaded down your face and the shaking of your hands that gripped the top of your own thighs violently, trying to realise the tension of the adrenaline in your veins.

************

You had had enough.

Niragi did nothing but put you through absolute torture and trauma no matter how much you attempted to reason with his psychotic self. Bruises littered your body from his usual violence, committing to the awful promise that he was going to make sure you couldn’t leave the room.

You were imprisoned. It felt as if you were trapped in a cage that had the easiest lock in the world to pick, only you didn’t have hands to unlock it.

So two days after the needle incident, you decided you were going to escape, even if it killed you.

You had to replenish your visa, considering it ended the next night. You feared that Niragi would just leave you to die, not caring about your visa, so you had to take it upon yourself.

You may have had an infected bullet wound and a nearly crushed spirit, but you weren’t going to let this be your end. You had to at least try.

*************

“Oi, I’m leaving now,”

You shifted your eyes from your hands resting in your lap to the tall, deranged man who stood at the door of your room. He had his usual black and white buttoned shirt on, charcoal hair tied up at the top to keep it out of his face and his relaxed hand tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans. You almost felt disappointed. How could such a handsome man be wasted by such a horrific mentality.

He carried his loaded sniper rifle in his arm, fiddling with the trigger as he awaited an answer from you.

You nodded your head and turned back to your hands, twiddling your thumbs nervously. You stayed frozen as you heard his footsteps make their way over to you.

Niragi lifted your chin with a harsh grip to your jaw and smashed his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes tightly in discomfort, feeling his desperate lips bite over yours hungrily. It made you feel sick to your stomach.

He pulled away, your lips connected by a string of saliva, making him chuckle. “I’ll be back kitten. Maybe I’ll bring you back a present,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows.

You nodded once again. You knew what he meant. Perhaps an amputated hand of one of your friends? Or the eye of a seeker/hunter to remind you of the “monsters” he’s hiding you from? At this point, you were desensitised to it.

The feeling on his lips on your head brought you from your thoughts. He softly stroked his hand through your hair, tucking slightly on the ends, making you wince.

“Stay here, and don’t answer the door if someone knocks.”

And with that, he left. You stayed completely still for a few minutes, waiting in case he decided to come back just to torment you further.

After you were sure he was completely gone, you shifted to the edge of the bed and swung your legs over the edge to stand up. You had practised walking around the room on your injured foot for the past few days when Niragi wasn’t there, so you had grown used to the random aches that shot up your leg from your bullet wound while walking.

You waddled to the door, slowly swinging it open and grabbing the small knife that sat on the table nearby. You had to have some kind of weapon in case something was to happen.

As you stepped outside, a few people were still making their way down the halls towards the lobby. You noticed a young man that you had somewhat befriended when you first arrived at The Beach named Tatta. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, a smile growing on his face.

“Y/N! Where have you been?!” he exclaimed excitedly, running to you and throwing his arms around you in a playful embrace. You grimaced at his loud voice, being afraid of a certain someone potentially hearing him say your name.

“Hey Tatta,” you said back, giving him a right hug. You swore you felt like you could’ve cried in his arms from how deprived you were from normal human interaction without the fear of being assaulted.

“Are you coming to the games tonight?” he asked, pulling back from the hug and keeping a hand on your shoulder. You nodded. “Can I stick with you?” you asked with hope in your eyes. Tatta smiled and hit your arm lightly. “Of course! I’d feel better going with someone I knew.”

You agreed and began walking down the hall towards the lobby together in a comfortable. Tatta failed to notice you being more cautious, checking around corners before you turned and whipping your head around to glance behind you every now and then.

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Just your luck, a ten of spades. You swore the world just wanted you dead. At that point, you had become used to the never-ending bullshit that was thrown your way.

You clawed your way to the table that held the card. Holding the single piece of cardboard between your fingers had never felt more satisfying. You slid down against the wall near the registration area, limbs shaking from the muscle strain you faced during the game. Tatta knelt in front of you, rubbing your knee in an attempt to comfort you, but nothing he could do would make you feel better.

Back at The Beach, you sat in the lobby on one of the leather couches, rubbing your foot to try and ease the aching pain coming from your wound. You had heard when you arrived back that the executives had called a meeting, so you weren’t too worried about running into Niragi.

You closed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, rolling your head back to rest against the couch. Moments like that were complete bliss. For a moment, you were able to forget your current situation.

A sudden hand on your shoulder ripped you from your meditation, and you turned your head to see none other than Kuina with a red face and heavily breathing from running. “Hey Y/N,” she started. You sat up and turned around fully to face you.

“The executives want you in the meeting. They heard you collected a high number card and they need you to deliver it.”

Your heart dropped at her words, realising what was coming for you. You had to walk into that meeting room, where Niragi stood. He was going to find out about your little adventure you had without him knowing. Adrenaline filled your senses from the thought of what he was going to do to you.

You slowly stood up, wiping your sweaty hands on your shorts and checking your card was still in the front pocket. You gulped heavily and nodded to Kuina. “Okay, I’ll head there now.”

Every step towards the meeting room was another towards hell. The more stairs you climbed, the more nausea filled your stomach, the more thoughts filled your head. You were seriously just considering throwing yourself off the roof of the hotel, as that seemed like a better option than facing Niragi.

You arrived in front of the double doors, freezing in your path. You don’t know how long you stood there, sighing shakily and attempting to crack your knuckles to relieve tension. But still, as you lifted your hand to push on the large wooden door, your arm shook like a leaf.

You trudged in, hearing the room fall silent at your entry. You refused to look up from the ground, keeping your widened eyes locked to the carpeted ground until you reached the end of the table.

“Ah, Y/N. Finally! Care to show your card?” you heard Hatter ask. You glanced up and caught sight of all the executives gathered around the table on chairs. One of which was of course Niragi.

You locked eyes with the psychotic man, and your stomach dropped when you saw the scowl on his face. He was staring directly into your soul, eyes hardened with anger and unforgiveness. If looks could kill, you would’ve been on the floor dead before you even made it to the table.

You focused on the task at hand and pulled the card from your pocket, placing the somewhat damaged ten of spades on the table. Hatter reached over and held it close to his face to examine it as everyone watched. Well, everyone except Niragi, who held his piercing gaze on you. You swore you could feel him burning holes through your skin.

“Hmm,” Hatter hummed in approval. “Thank you very much Y/N, that will be all,” he said, making a shooing movement towards you.

You nodded and thanked him before quickly walking out of the room. As soon as you stepped out, you broke into a sprint towards you and Niragi’s shared room.

You had to leave the room before the meeting finished. You feared the absolute worse.

When you arrived at the room, you ripped open the door and scrambled inside, groaning at the pain your foot was in. You didn’t have a choice, you had to hurry.

You made your way to the large closet, immediately reaching for the top shelf to pull down the miniature machine gun that Niragi stored up there as a spare. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to know about it, but you managed to spot him tucking it underneath the clothes at some point.

As you were shuffling around the cupboard trying to find some bullets desperately, annoyed and stressed sighs and gasps leaving your mouth, you froze when the sound of the door opening hit your ears. Immediately assuming the worst, you grabbed the door of the cupboard and closed yourself inside, attempting to enveloped yourself in the piles of clothes and resources.

The keyhole in the door of the cupboard allowed you to have a small space to look through. You closed one eye and glanced through the hole, spotting Niragi placing his sniper rifle on the bed and untying his hair, running his hands through it in stress.

You didn’t dare even breath, keeping all your limbs tucked close so you didn’t knock over anything. You were so afraid that Niragi would even hear the sound of your heart beating, as it was as loud as a drum in your own ears.

You grimaced as a sudden putrid smell filled your nose. The smell of fresh flesh that you were all too familiar with from living in the Borderland. You turned around in the cupboard and moved to the side so the light of the keyhole would at least somewhat illuminate the small space. The sight in front of you was enough to make you throw up.

There sat Tatta (or at least, Tatta’s remains), empty eyed and leaning against the back of the cupboard. Bullet holes littered his once kind face, probably counting eight at least. You covered your mouth in horror, letting out a loud cry at the sight, pushing your legs against the ground to scramble away from your dead friend.

Once again, just like the other day during the needle incident, you screamed and screamed and screamed. You fell backwards out of the closet, curling into a small ball and screeching into your palm in horror at the now clearer sight of your friend’s corpse. 

Everything was crumbling around you. Your voice was being ripped to shreds at the back of your throat. Your mind was falling apart, not being able to handle the traumatising events that you’ve faced, breaking and tearing itself apart. Your body was broken. Bruises and scars scattered your frame like an artwork, each one holding a connected traumatic event.

Niragi sat on the bed, watching as you screamed on the ground over by the corner of the room, tears sliding down his tanned cheeks.

What had happened to you? Why did you change so much in these few years?

Niragi slowly stood and made his way over to your shaking frame, hooking his arms underneath your shoulders and knees to lift you bridle style. He smiled sadly down at your shivering frame, not being able to control your rapid movements.

“Aw baby, you’re a mess,” he cried, a sob escaping his mouth halfway through his sentence.

He brought you back over to the bed, crawling on his knees to the centre of the mattress and crossing his legs to lay you in his lap with your head tucked into the crook of his elbow.

He brushed your hair with his fingers, trying to ease your breathing as you kept your eyes tightly shut in fear. “I tried to warn you. Look what happened,” he chuckled through his tears, motioning his head over towards the cupboard. “Do you like your present? I saw you walking with him on your way back to the hotel and thought it would be perfect. Why don’t you like it?”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him with fear all written all over your face. You didn’t dare move from his embrace, being too afraid.

Niragi smiled as he caught sight of your glistening eyes, reaching a hand up and stroking his thumb along your cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he breathed out, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You brought your shaking hands up and rubbed your face before finally speaking up. “I want to go home,” you desperately whispered, turning your head and pressing your face against Niragi’s clothed chest. He watched as you brought your hand up and gripped the material of his shirt in your fist tightly, conveying anger and stress through your grip.

“You are home kitten,” he states, rubbing his cheek against your head. “I’m your home. I always have been.”

He wasn’t lying to you, and that was the pill that was hard to swallow. Niragi had been your source of comfort for so long, and for once in your life, it felt foreign to lay in his arms and to look into his night eyes.

Oh how weird it felt to look at something that conveyed such sweetness, such delicacy and such empathy, only for it to be utterly ruined by its environment.

You’d like to think that it wasn’t either of your faults. But in the end, it doesn’t depend on the environment, it depends on how you react to it.

Neither of you were perfect, but you were both incredibly different. It never would’ve worked between the two of you, and being in the Borderland did nothing but strengthen that fact. In the end, your differences would either tear you apart from each other emotionally, or you would tear each other apart limb from limb.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m back to finishing off the fanfic requests that have been sent to me because I finished all the prompt scenarios. I won’t be doing another part to this because I honestly struggled for so long trying to figure out a plot for this one 😭 But anyway thanks so much for your patience. I’ll be uploading these fanfics as quick as I can! ❤❤

Small addition to this fanfic talking about Niragi’s motives and intentions

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Promise.

pairing : shuntaro chishiya x f reader

tw : angst, unresolved grief, death, mentions of death, blood, violence (beating up someone), chishiya being violent

a/n : this is my first post- cndovn- but i am currently having a massive crush on this man right here <3 ALSO CHISHIYA GIVES ME MASSIVE KENMA VIBES (im sorry for the typos, i wrote this at 4 am-)

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There he was again, sitting at the edge of the rooftop of the Beach, hoods on and hands in his white Nike zip up sweater, well, it was given to him. He looked down to see all of the horny animals dancing and living their life as if it was their last day. Chishiya sighed, ‘Everyone looks like their all about to die, as always.’

It was a beautiful day in this cruel country. But it’s just like any other day, people will die tonight, either because their visa will expire or die during a game. Dying in a game, probably the worst death here. Chishiya sighed again and took a deep breath, trying to erase all negativity going through his head. Though, there’s one thing that he can’t get out of his head.

“Hey, Chishiya.”

Chihsiya whipped his head to where he heard the voice. He was about to call her name, but he only saw Kuina at the door of the rooftop entrance, looking at Chishiya with a confused look. ‘Ah... I’m still hearing her voice, I must be crazy.’

“An told me you guys had a meeting, I’m just here to rely the message to you.”

The blonde male nodded and stood up, making his way to where Kuina was. No words were exchanged between the both of them, though Kuina noticed the slight mood change the male had every now and then. There are times where he’s cocky, would always slide comment when he had the chance, had his guard up, and times where he just became more reserved than ever and was cold and gloomy.

Kuina noticed, but never dared prying on it, not wanting to get on the intelligent man bad side.

Chishiya on the other side, he zipped up the white hoodie he loved very much. He entered the meeting room and sat at his place, like always, though he kept a pokerface while hugging the hoodie he was wearing. He felt several pair of eyes on him, not on him, but the zip up he was wearing. No one dared to say anything, though Niragi wasn’t having it.

“Chishiya. Were you really obligated to wear that zip up when we’re in a meeting?!”

Niragi shouted from his place, gripping hard the rifle he had in his hand. No one budge or said anything, even Hatter looked at Chishiya, both with envy and anger in his eyes.

“It was given to me. Why whouldn’t I wear it? If you’re thinking that we should share it, you, out of everyone in this room, that I don’t share what I own. And plus, if we shared it, you’d only get blood on it and dirty it, y/n managed to keep it white and as clean as possible. I won’t let your stupidity ruin it.”

“You wouldn’t know what y/n would have wanted!” Niragi stood up and pointed his rifle at the blonde male.

“I knew y/n longer than you.”

“We were still close!”

“To someone like you? I don’t think so, you’re a complete psycho, Niragi.”

“Give it a break! We’re all mourning Chishiya, espicially An! So what the hell do you mean, y/n-”

“Y/n is dead.” Last Boss said while looking at the arguing males.

The room was even more quiet than it ever was, not only with the statement, but for the bald tattooed male to speak up and empathized the dead made them slightly uncomfortable. With no one saying a thing for a minute or two, Mira stood up and talked about the card they were able to collect and that they haven’t gotten news ones for a while. An talked about the medical supplies and that she was running out from it, Hatter asked Aguni and his Militants to accompany An for a short run to grab all supplies they can gather.

She was the first one to leave, the meeting room which was understandable. When no one said anything, Hatter talked about adding a new rule. Rule number three, death to traitors.

Soon after, the meeting was done.

The blonde male made his way to his room, opening the door he saw a familiar figure sitting on his bed, when he blinked the figure was gone. Chishiya closed his room door and laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He never felt so confused and empty in his entire life. He never wanted to deal with anyone’s emotions or feelings, let alone his. But upon on thinking and thinking, he came to a conclusion he now only realized.

How much he loved y/n.

“Damn it. This hurts... This sucks.”

Too tired and exhausted to think, Chishiya closed his eyes and embraced the darkness that surrounded him.

“Chishiya?” A voice called out.

The blonde male turned his head, seeing a petite figure looking at him as if he was a ghost. He looked at her from head to toe and his eyes grew wide, he instantly got up and hugged the petite figure.

“Y/n?” He said in a weak voice.

The petite figure sighed in relief and hugged the male back, while letting out a small sob. They were currently in an abandonned mall, gathering food and necessities to get through the night. Y/n came back with a ton of canned food and water, while Chishiya came back with the others things they needed, such as flashlights and batteries and other things.

The both of them were catching up upon missed times and Chishiya kept eyeing on how she was dressed, grey sweatpants with a nike zip up and what looked like a swimsuit top, and the pink locker bracelet around y/n wrist. The numbers 009 was on the bracelet and the girl knew he was looking at it.

“What’s the most recent game you completed?” The petite girl asked.

“Six of diamonds, how about you?” Chishiya said, eating the canned peach. He didn’t noticed the slight spark in y/n’s eyes, but she smiled.

“Nine of hearts.” Y/n said and took a bite of her food.

A comfortable and peaceful silence was set between the two until the girl broke it.

“I want to take you somewhere.”

~

“Hatter, I want him to be part of the executives.”

Y/n said right after they all welcomed her back. All of them looked at her with confused and looked at Chishiya then back at y/n. The girl only smiled and put all of cards she collected on the table. Chishiya couldn’t believe the amount of cards she had in her possession, there was 14 cards in total.

“Chishiya cleared a diamonds game and is the lone survivor, I highly believe that his skills can be very useful to us. Also, I have known him before entering the Borderland. He is like a precious gem, full of hidden talents!”

She said while putting her hands in her grey sweatpants.

The blonde male was taken aback by the sudden praise, but dind’t show it. The others turned their attention to Chishiya, hearing the praise from y/n made them have a base opinion on Chishiya, he was smart and must not be harmed. Hatter started to explain the two rules to Chishiya and handed him a blue locker bracelet with the number 011 on it.

“Enjoy the Beach!”

~

After Chishiya settled in the Beach for a couple of weeks, he and y/n grew closer than they ever were before. The two of them became inseparable.

During one night, Chishiya and y/n were hanging out in the lobby, they were part of the first teams that finished early. Chishiya lost his other hoodie, blood was splattered on it, due to a player clung onto him begging him to help him and his collar went off.

In short words, he was currently shirtless. Y/n trying her best not to look, couldn’t help, but take a peek, thought the blonde male caught her.

“Like what you see?”

He said with a grin plastered on his face. Out of embarrassment, she took off her white Nike zip up and handed it to Chishiya, who watched her with an amused expression.

“H-here...! It’s yours now..!” She said and sprinted to elsewhere.

Chishiya sat there smiling at himself and decied to put the zip up on. He got up from his place and went off to find y/n. A part of him starting to worry, since it’s been an hour and he hasn’t found the petite girl yet. He passed the lobby at least three or four times, that’s when he started asking around.

With no one knowing where the girl was, he even asked Niragi, he too was worried so they both went on their sides to find her. Chishiya went outside and started to walk around the perimeter until he heard an oh so familiar voice coming form the sketchy alleyway.

“Were you hiding the cards from Hatter?”

“So what if I was?! I had to watch my friends die in front of me to be able to get this card! I’m not giving it to some cult leader or whatever he is!”

Chishiya rushed to the voices and saw one of the new militants holding three cards in his left hands and a gun in this right. Y/n tried to reason with the boy, but it only seemed to boil his blood even more, to the point he raised his gun. Chishiya ran to y/n side and hid her behind him, y/n on the other side was surprised.

“Put the gun down... You’re pointing it at the most important person apart from Hatter.” Chishiya tried calm the boy down, but didn’t work.

“Y/n... You remember Kirika? She was close to you right? Did you know that she gave her life up so that I can survive the game? Her last words were, ‘Tell y/n, thank you... I love you Aki-kun.’ She gave her life for me because she loved me!”

Aki broke down crying, falling on his knees and letting out pained screams. Y/n came forward tears falling down her cheek and approached Aki and gave him a hug. She careful put the gun down and caressed the top of Aki’s head.

“Kirika was a wonderful person, Aki, she was-“

Y/n sentence was cut abruptly and Chishiya took a step wondering why y/n suddenly stopped talking, he took another stop forward, his eyes widening seeing Aki’s hands was covered in blood and held a knife. He dropped the knife and moved his hand to grab the gun next to him.

“You’re all Hatter’s soldier. We have to end this, I have to end it.”

Aki grabbed the gun and slowly got up, hair covering his eyes. While Chishiya looked at how y/n’s body fell to the side and seeing a dark substance staining her grey sweatpants. A small pool of her own blood was starting to form underneath her.

Chishiya looked at Aki who was still mumbling things, but he saw red. The blonde grabbed the closest thing to him, which was a metal pipe, and ran towards Aki, hitting him with it, unable to stop himself.

Chishiya’s blood was boiling, he never felt so angered in his entire life. He kept on swining the pipe, hitting a part of Aki’s body every time. His vision was red, he couldn’t even hear the screams of his victim. What brought him back was Aguni taking off the metal pipe off of his hands. Chishiya’s face was unrecognizable, it was full of hatred, sadness, anger and disgust. Aguni never saw such expression on the male’s face before, he always looked so calm and preserved.

Something caught Chishiya off guard when he looked at Aguni. His eyes were red, as if he was holding himself back not to cry, that’s when he remembered y/n. He turned around to see An trying to stop the bleeding from y/n’s wound, but the blood was coming out and went through all of the amount of cloth that was put on it.

The blonde male rushed towards y/n’s side caressed her face while shaking his head. Tears fell on the girl’s cheek while Chishiya was telling y/n to stay with him. He soon looked at An and she was trying everything she could, all of the sudden, a small and tired voice caught his attention.

“S...shuntaro...? Ri-chan..?”

The blonde male whipped his head to look at y/n. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? She was dying, but she was still smiling. Chishiya tried to understand her, but couldn’t.

“S-spending my... last moments.. with the ones I love.. Shun... taro... I’m sorry... but pro..mise me... you’ll live, okay?”

“W..why are you saying sorry.. No. We both survive okay? Look... An... An will take care of you okay?”

Y/n turned weakly looked over the forsenic, who was doing her best to keep the petite girl alive. They made an eye contact, y/n let out a pained sigh while An shook her head. Y/n was trying to stay strong until the very end.

“Ri..chan... Thank you for everything... Take care... Big sis...”

At this point, An was crying too and shouted for other people to come help them. Y/n placed her bloodied hand on Chishiya’s cheek, wiping his tears away, he held her hand as she caressed him. She was so warm, he never knew she was this warm before. He didn’t wanted her to leave.

Just not yet.

“No.. No, you can’t leave.. Hang on okay y/n..? Help is... help is on the way.”

Y/n shook her head and let all of her tears fall, managing to give Chishiya one final smile.

“Shuntaro... I love you.”

At her words, y/n’s eyes closed and her hand went limp, landing on her body. When the other arrived, all of the executives looked at the scene before them. They were too late. An was crying, still holding on her little sister dead body, telling her to wake up and not to leave her. Chishiya sat there unable to move or say anything.

A pang of guilt hit two executives in particular and they slightly looked at each other and sighed, tears slowly coming in their vision. Aguni was behind them and his fist turned white, knowing y/n was the most important person in the Beach. She was the only one who kept Hatter in the sane side.

Niragi pushed the people aside and dropped his rifle, analyzing the dead girl’s feature. Y/n died with a smile on her face.

“She looks so peaceful.”

Chishiya woke up at the sound of the bell, indicating to gather in the lobby and group up, since the games were about to start. He felt something wet on his side and he looked at his pillow, it was wet. He touched his face and he shook his head, laying on his bed once again.

He cried. He was crying.

He looked at the ceiling and smiled sadly, clutching on his chest at the amount of pain he felt. The memory of her smiling to him was engraved in his mind and he wasn’t going to let it go.

“I never had the chance to tell you that I loved you too... I’m sorry.. I only now realized it..”

He stood up, wiping the tears off of his face, putting his shoes on and went to the lobby. He put his hood on and tucked his hands in the pockets, he analyzed everyone and he nodded to himself.

‘I will keep my promise.’

#alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland imagines #aib imagine #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya x reader #angst #chishiya x reader #aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader #x reader #reblog is appreciated

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cheerleader [FIC]

cheerleader

Rom Howney, 3896 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

A very seasonally appropriate fic in which Robert throws a Halloween party. Tom hates Halloween but decides to wear a costume he's wanted to try for years.

“I just don’t understand it.”

Tom frowns as he stares at the racks upon racks of zombies, clowns, vampires, and sexy nurses in front of him.

“I mean, to be fair, you don’t understand much of anything, do you mate?”

“Fuck off,” Tom says, whacking Harrison on the arm. “But seriously! Why do Americans go so absolutely mental for this stupid holiday?”

“Again, having trouble with the fact that you, an actor, who plays dress-up FOR A LIVING, doesn’t understand this. It’s not like this is any weirder than a fancy dress party. Plus, you get candy!”

Ok, he does have a point there.

Tom lets out a deep sigh. He wouldn’t even be bothering with all this if it weren’t for Robert. An invitation appeared in his inbox last week for a Halloween party, and when you’re invited to a Halloween party at Robert Downey Jr.’s house, you don’t turn it down. Even if Halloween is incredibly stupid. He shuffles along through the rows of costumes, rolling his eyes at werewolf masks and inflatable dinosaurs.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters. Harrison groans, his hands already full of the various parts of a Mad Hatter costume.

“Just pick something, who cares?!”

“There’s too many options!”

“Ok, look. Halloween is the chance to dress any way you want to and have no one judge you for it. Just think about that. What have you always wanted to be?”

Tom immediately knows what the answer is, but instead of replying he just huffs and turns down another aisle that’s covered in fairy wings and glitter. He can’t possibly do it. Especially not for this party. For Robert’s party. It would be… inappropriate. He rounds the corner again and is faced with a shockingly huge assortment of superhero costumes. A foam version of Thor’s hammer sits on the shelf to his right, and he smirks as he picks it up and gives it a good twirl.

“In your face, Hemsworth,” he mutters quietly.

There’s a whole row of different Spider-Man costumes which makes him smile, especially when he sees a flimsy synthetic fabric version of the Iron Spider suit. And right next to that – a placement that thrills him even more than the suit alone - are the Iron Man costumes. Plastic faceplates, arc reactor gloves with LED lights, fabric onesies with fake, puffy muscles sewn in… it’s all there. Tom runs a finger along the edge of the faceplate before snatching his hand away like he’s been burned.

It’s all he can think about, even as they leave the store after Harrison buys his costume and Tom walks out empty-handed. He thinks about it on the ride home and through dinner until he finally makes excuses and runs off to hide in his room, laptop in hand, and puts on Iron Man 2. It doesn’t take long to get to the scene he wants. Tony Stark, diving through fireworks, landing on a flashy stage, surrounded by his Ironettes. Tom bites his lip as he stares intently at the bright red booty shorts, the long gloves, the crop tops… maybe, if he altered it just a bit, if he wore the mask… He can already feel his face heating up at the prospect of walking into Robert’s house dressed like that. Would he laugh? Would he be weirded out? Or… would he like it? Tom pushes the laptop off to the side and lets the movie play as he touches himself, coming to the sound of Robert’s voice in his headphones.

* * * * *

Tom is going to throw up. It’s inevitable, at this point. He’s in the back of a car squished between Harry and Harrison and he’s going to throw up. His stomach is in knots and he can’t remember ever being this nervous in his life. He’s used to the fluttering before a big stage performance or audition, but those nerves are more like excitement. This is sheer terror and he is going to THROW UP.

“Can you calm down? Jesus, you’re going to ruin my costume if you don’t stop squirming!” Harrison jabs a sharp elbow into his side and Tom jerks away into Harry who pushes him back.

“I just… I need some air.”

“The windows are all open! Take the mask off!”

That is the absolute last thing he wants to do. He was only able to leave the house in this costume with the mask securely over his face and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to take it off. He must be red as a tomato.

“Look, we’re here!” Harry crows. The car finally comes to a stop and they all pile out. Tom wants to collapse on the soft grass but he’s pulled along by four strong hands.

“Maybe I should… Look, I’ll just wait out here for a bit, ok? I just need—”

“Nope, absolutely not. Look mate, we already told you, he’s going to love it. Maybe not in the way you want him to-“ Tom punches Harry in the arm for that “-BUT, regardless, he’ll love it. You look great. And this is coming from someone who never turns down an opportunity to tell you you’re an ugly twat.”

“That was… almost sweet,” Tom says, and then yelps as they both drag him inside.

The party is in full swing and is absolutely packed with people. Small groups are standing around chatting, all in costume, and a live band is playing in the huge backyard to a crowded dancefloor. Tom recognizes only a few people – it’s hard to miss Scarlett even when she’s dressed like Morticia Addams – but that doesn’t bother him. Normally he loves mingling and meeting new people, and even dressed as he is it’s still exciting. It’s even easier after he quickly downs a few strong drinks, careful to only pull up the mask as far as it needs to go. The urge to vomit has pretty much dissipated and he’s actually beginning to enjoy himself, twirling around the dancefloor like a maniac until he’s slightly sweaty and out of breath.

“Water break!” he yells to Harry and squeezes through the crowd of people to get some air and hydrate. He finds a relatively quiet corner where he can chug half a water bottle in peace and is enjoying the cool air on his skin when someone taps him on the shoulder. He startles and nearly drops the bottle but manages to save it before turning around.

“Nice catch.”

Oh fuck. It’s him. It’s Robert. He hasn’t seen him the whole evening and assumed he was off being a good host so the whole thing almost slipped his mind, but now it’s all rushing back and he has to grip on to the fence post beside him to steady himself.

“Love the costume. Not exactly how I remember the Ironettes looking but I gotta say, this might be an improvement.”

Tom nearly chokes. He decided he couldn’t pull off the real Ironette costume as the distinct lack of breasts made it look a little awkward. So, he improvised. The shiny red and gold booty shorts stayed, of course. They made his ass look incredible. He bought the long red and gold arc reactor gloves and the plastic faceplate from the Halloween store, and instead of heeled boots he found a pair of gold high-tops and knee-high red socks. The shirt was the most difficult part, though. He went through a few variations before settling on something cute and comfortable: a red, cropped tank top. It was a bit loose and thin, so it flowed around his chest nicely and was short enough to show off his abs and his tiny waist. He also managed to find an LED necklace to serve as his arc reactor. It glowed a soft blue through the thin fabric of the shirt. Overall, he’s incredibly proud of what he came up with. Especially for someone who hates Halloween.

And now, with the way Robert is staring at him, he’s VERY happy he was brave enough to wear it.

“Is there someone under that gorgeous mask? Or are you too shy to say hello?”

Tom steels himself, takes a deep breath, and pulls the mask off.

Robert’s face goes through a myriad of emotions almost all at once. Shock, delight, amusement, and what is unmistakably arousal.

“Well. Tom Holland. As I live and breathe.” His voice is lower than before, more intimate, and when he takes a step forward Tom swears he feels the temperature go up by at least two degrees. He also notices that Robert is wearing eyeliner. The black kohl makes his eyes look even more gorgeous, and then there’s the red glitter dusted across his cheeks and around his hairline that is giving him an almost eerie glow.

“What are you supposed to be, then?” Tom asks. Robert smirks and points to the two small horns sticking out from his hair.

“The Devil, of course.”

“Of course,” Tom repeats weakly. It was barely a costume, the deep maroon suit looking more like red carpet attire than anything else, but fuck it looked incredible on him.

“I am the purveyor of sin on this fine evening,” he says, gesturing to the party, “so I thought I’d play the part. But you… you look far more sinful than me.”

Tom squeaks as Robert steps even closer and taps at the arc reactor on his chest.

“Cute,” he murmurs.

“Just… just wanted to show you how much of a fan I am… Mr. Stark.”

Robert’s eyes snap up to Tom’s and he doesn’t think he’s ever been looked at so intensely in his entire life.

“Is that so… Mr. Parker?”

Tom whines, loud enough for Robert to hear it. His hand travels down Tom’s body to squeeze at the bare skin of his waist.

“I think—”

“Robert!!”

They both jerk back as if they’re waking up from a trance. Someone is yelling for Robert and waving him inside, and he acknowledges them with a quick gesture. Turning back to Tom, he licks his lips and leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I think we’ll have to continue this later. Don’t leave without saying goodnight. Alright?”

“Yeah. Yes. O-ok. See you later,” Tom stutters, and when Robert disappears inside he chugs the rest of the water bottle and collapses back against the fence to catch his breath.

* * * * *

All the telltale signs of a party winding down are there. Most people have left, the band has stopped playing leaving only some low background music emanating from the speakers around the house, and the guests that remain are splayed out on various couches and chairs, half their costumes missing and happily drunk. The kitchen is a disaster and Tom feels bad adding more bottles to the mess, but he’s on a mission and can’t stop to tidy. After his run-in with Robert he only saw him briefly a few more times, mostly through a massive crowd, but he didn’t forget his words from earlier.

Don’t leave without saying goodnight.

Harrison and Harry have already gone home. They tried to get him to come with but Tom pretended to be enthralled in a conversation and told them he’d catch up in a bit. Now he’s wandering the massive house, peeking into various rooms as he looks for Robert. He gave up on wearing the mask after they met in the yard so it’s pushed up on his head like some sort of strange visor, his curls a sweaty mess beneath it. The second floor is quiet and empty; no one really came up here during the party anyway so it’s also much cleaner. A set of closed double doors is in front of him, and it’s the only place he hasn’t looked, so…

Tom slowly opens one door and pokes his head inside. Robert is lounging on a massive bed, scrolling on an iPad, glasses perched on his nose. He’s still got the horns on his head, and when he glances up over the rim of his glasses to smirk at Tom, he really does look positively devilish.

“Found you,” Tom says, trying to appear completely casual when his heart feels like it’s about to explode from under his ribcage.

“So you did. Come in. Close the door.”

Robert makes no effort to move so Tom slowly walks over to the bed, suddenly very conscious of how tight his shorts are as Robert unabashedly roams over his body with hungry eyes. He stops at the edge and toes at the plush carpet with one foot.

“Have you been drinking?”

Tom nods.

“How much?”

“Not that much,” Tom replies, understanding what Robert is trying to ask. “But maybe just enough to give me some liquid courage.”

Robert raises an eyebrow but waits patiently for Tom to make the first move, only shifting slightly to drop the iPad and his glasses on the nightstand. Guess it’s now or never.

He kneels on the edge of the bed with one leg first, testing the waters. Robert stays perfectly still. A deep inhale to steady himself and then Tom goes for it, pushing up on the bed and straddling Robert’s lap. He hesitates for only a moment before settling right on the seam of those expensive maroon trousers.

A pleased hum rumbles out of Robert’s chest as he runs two smooth, warm hands up Tom’s spread thighs to his waist.

“My own personal cheerleader, hm? I always knew you looked up to me but I never expected this… Pete.”

He catches Tom’s eye and gives him a brief wink. Tom’s heart speeds up even more as excitement bubbles in his stomach. Playing. Robert is playing with him. He was desperately hoping he wouldn’t drop this, leave it as the brief tease it was back in the yard. Acting with Robert is one of his favourite things in the entire world, and being able to do it like this? God, for the first time he’s actually happy that Tony Stark is dead because he’s never going to be able to act across from him again without thinking of this moment.

Robert nuzzles into his neck and starts leaving wet, sucking kisses all along the line of his throat. Tom shivers at the sensation and then starts to giggle when the tickle of Robert’s beard is too much against his sensitive skin. Robert laughs into his neck and nips playfully.

“You’re so darn cute,” he whispers. Robert has always been free with his compliments, telling Tom he’s handsome or pretty or talented, but somehow it just hits different when his hands are also squeezing Tom’s ass.

“Want to touch you, Mr. Stark,” Tom murmurs into his ear, easily switching his accent to sound even more like Peter. He feels Robert shudder underneath him and can’t help the pleased smirk that crosses his face.

“Yeah?” Robert says, grasping his chin gently so he can look into his eyes. “Do you even know what you’re doing, sweetheart?”

Tom absolutely knows what he’s doing, but Peter…

“I… uh… I was hoping you could teach me. I’m a really quick learner, sir,” he says softly.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Robert mutters, breaking character for a moment. He collects himself quickly though, shifting Tom in his lap just enough so he can undo his trousers and pull himself out. Tom’s mouth literally waters at the sight of Robert’s dick and he uses every ounce of willpower not to just pounce on him immediately.

“Want to feel your mouth, Pete,” Robert says, rubbing a thumb along Tom’s lower lip. “You can go slow. Use your tongue.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” Tom replies, trying not to sound too eager. He shuffles down a little and purposely sticks his ass up in the air. The red and gold shimmer on the shorts catches the dim light and he gives his hips a quick wiggle when he sees Robert staring.

“Maybe I should’ve reworked the design on your suit, hm? You like wearing little shorts like this?”

Tom nods and presses his face into the curls at the base of Robert’s dick, inhaling the scent of him. He feels the thick cock jerk against his cheek and angles his head to lick up the whole length of it, swirling his tongue at the tip. The bitter taste of precome blooms in his mouth and he moans, forgetting himself for a moment as he starts to give a much more experienced blowjob than what Peter would be capable of. Robert knocks the mask off Tom’s head so he can tighten his hand in his messy curls.

“Jesus,” Robert groans, “you’re good at this, kid.”

“Mmm, just want to make you feel good, sir,” Tom hums. He manages to remove one of the arc reactor gloves so he can grip Robert’s cock while he uses his mouth everywhere he can reach.

“Well, you’re doing a—fuck, god—a damn fine job.”

Tom thinks he could stay here forever, on his knees, mouth stretched almost painfully around Robert’s cock. He explores up his chest with his other hand, rubbing at one nipple with his thumb which makes Robert jerk underneath him.

“Keep doing that,” Robert spits out as he pushes Tom’s head down even further. He gags a bit but the incredible sensation of being stuffed and used overrides everything else and he takes every inch Robert gives him while tugging and pinching at his apparently very sensitive nipples. He drifts for a bit, so content and fuzzy, and only comes back when Robert pulls him off and throws him down on the bed.

“Pull up that shirt for me, sweetheart. Gonna paint your pretty chest with my come.”

“Oh my god, fuck, yes, please, please, want it,” Tom moans, shoving the fabric out of the way as Robert jerks himself off quickly above him. He can’t decide whether to watch his dick or his face when he finally comes, thick and white all over his chest and the arc reactor necklace. Robert’s slightly red in the face and gasping for breath as he steadies himself with a hand beside Tom’s head. Tom leans to the side to kiss at his knuckles and then dares to run his fingers through the come on the necklace and bring it to his mouth to taste.

“You’re going to give an old man a heart attack,” Robert says. His pupils are all blown out as he watches Tom hollow his cheeks as he sucks. Tom understands the feeling. He’s so hard in his shorts that it’s painful.

“Please,” he whispers, biting his lip, “will you touch me, Mr. Stark?”

“It would be a pleasure, Mr. Parker,” he replies. He palms him over the shorts which makes Tom buck into his hand. “As much as I love these… they have to go.”

The shorts are so tight that they both struggle to pull them down but finally they’re tossed off to a distant corner of the bedroom and Tom hisses as Robert immediately get his mouth on his cock. It feels absolutely heavenly, especially after being trapped in the confines of that uncomfortable fabric for so long. Robert takes his time, licks and sucks everywhere he can, all the way down to that sensitive spot right behind his balls. Tom whimpers as his tongue gets so fucking close to his hole but then pulls away.

“Want to use my fingers… s’that ok?”

“Y-yeah, please, yes!”

Robert grabs some lube from the nightstand and even warms it first before sliding one thick finger over Tom’s hole, pressing just the tip inside. Aside from the thrill of having Robert’s finger inside of him, the most incredible part is that he doesn’t stop sucking him off. The level of coordination is astounding and Tom would have complimented him on it if he was able to speak beyond moans and pleas for more. A second finger quickly joins the first and Tom’s body accepts it without hesitation.

“Good boy,” Robert murmurs in between gentle licks, “look at you, hm? So pretty and pink.”

Robert shifts him down a bit more which makes his legs fall open even wider. He feels so exposed and whines a little, trying to draw his knees close without squeezing Robert too much.

“Aw, don’t be shy sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” Robert says. “You can put your legs up on me if that helps, ok?”

He hears the rubber of his high-tops squeak against Robert’s skin and somehow the sound is more obscene than anything else. He tries not to thump his heels too hard but fuck, Robert is doing something with his tongue that should be illegal and Tom can’t stop squirming. A low chuckle reverberates against his stomach as Robert pulls off briefly, his fingers still working in slow, gentle pushes.

“Aren’t you sensitive, hm?”

“P-please, Ro—Mr. Stark, please, need to come,” Tom begs, accent slipping slightly as he tries to shove himself down even deeper on Robert’s thick fingers. He’s held in place by the firm grip of Robert’s other hand on his waist and he whines petulantly.

“Anything for my favourite little spider,” Robert coos. He crooks his fingers and Tom arches up off the bed like he’s been shocked. He feels like he’s been on the edge since they first met in the yard and now Robert’s fingers are pressing right on his prostate and his hot mouth is back on his dick and he doesn’t think he could possibly hold off any longer if he tried.

“Gonna… gonna…” Tom’s whole body is taut, like a wire ready to snap, and when Robert takes him all the way down his throat he comes with a ragged gasp. Distantly he thinks he should be considerate and pull out but it’s like his body isn’t under his control anymore, and even though he hears wet choking noises it seems like Robert is just fine with him coming in his mouth. His fingers have stopped moving and he lets Tom clench around them for a few moments before gently sliding them out. Tom whines at the loss even though he’s so oversensitive right now he couldn’t possibly take anymore.

After taking a minute to catch his breath and regain any semblance of normal brain function, he finally looks down. Robert’s eyeliner is smudged and Tom feels a bizarre sense of pride about it. He can’t stop running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair which is also a complete mess.

“Just FYI,” Robert finally says, his voice a little raspy, “you’re going to be finding red glitter in every nook and cranny for about three years after this.” He punctuates that sentence by rubbing his cheek against Tom’s thigh, grinning as he does it.

“You’re a dick,” Tom says fondly, giggling even more as Robert continues to just rub his face all over his body. “But can’t say I’m gonna care that much if I’m being reminded about this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Robert says, that absolutely devilish grin returning, “I can give you more than just glitter for that.” Tom squeals as he starts sucking a deep bruise into the inside of one thigh, teeth marks and all, that Tom presses on every time he sees it for the next week.

#tbpwrites #rom howney #marvel rpf #nff #please do not expect this kind of consistency from me normally lol #usually it takes months in between fics! #but the fandom has been so lovely and active lately that it's inspired me #maybe i'll write some actual starker at some point and not just rpf

[isfjmel-phleg]

And now to frantically attempt to catch up on commentary for the last two weeks of reading. This is for the third quarter or so of the book and as ever full of spoilers.

I love Sophie’s impressions of the 1980s update that Howl gives their clothes! And of Howl’s world in general. (Why is she so struck by all the carpet in the Perrys’ house?) It’s a brilliant reversal of portal fantasy to interpret what we know as the mysterious and magical other world.

Howl’s real name, Howell, comes from a Welsh name meaning “eminent, prominent” (literally translating as “well-seen”). Jones couldn’t have chosen a more suitable name.

“All the boxes grew on long, floppy white stalks that appeared to be rooted in the wall at one side of the room.” Can we start rooting stalks instead of plugging in cords?

Howl uses his magic to create video games for his nephew based on his castle. Whatever this guy’s shortcomings, he is an awesome uncle.

Megan’s being so preoccupied with what she sees as Howl’s not being responsible or respectable might explain why Howl is so obsessed with appearances. Achievement was evidently highly valued in his family.

Howl wrote a doctoral thesis (on charms and spells). Was he able to defend it and earn his doctorate? Should we be calling him Dr. Jenkins?

“With my hand on my heart, [...] this spell is for study purposes only.” HOWL YOU CONNIVING TRICKSTER YOU with no heart to promise on.

Midsummer is June 24. When one is 10,000 days old, he is about twenty-seven years, four months, and around two weeks old, depending on leap years. This puts Howl’s birthday sometime in early February, probably, so happy recent birthday, Howl!

Howl uses Pendragon as a disguise and because it’s “much better than Jenkins.” Sophie counters that she does fine with a plain name. “We can’t all be Mad Hatters,” Howl replies. Sophie lacks Howl’s obsession with presenting an ideal image and has accepted the view of herself as ordinary to a fault; he meanwhile is all too conscious of how he naturally fails to live up to the persona he considers most impressive and does everything possible to disguise and compensate for that fact.

Mrs. Pentstemmon calls Howl Howell, just as his sister does. His real name reserved for people who are On To Him.

If “Howl’s mother” is ninety, she would have to have given birth to him at sixty-three!

Mrs. Pentstemmon identifies Sophie’s gift! “Oddly enough, Sophie accepted this without any question at all. [...] It was as if Sophie had always known this. But she had thought it was not proper to have a magic gift because she was the eldest of three. Lettie had been far more sensible about such things.” Anything that hasn’t fitted into the self-fulfilling prophecy of the role of the eldest of three has been ignored, suppressed, explained away, but with a new interpretation she can easily accept who she’s been all along. There is no pre-assigned role for an eldest daughter with a magic gift; she can seek her own fortune in any way she chooses without fear.

“Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid!” ...it’s almost like she doesn’t dislike Howl as much as she thinks she does.

Howl’s drama when he catches a cold is one of the most memorable parts of the book. I think there’s an interview with Jones (can’t find it now, it might be in the back of my sister’s copy) where she mentions her husband as an inspiration for that!

“It’s a bad thing to be laid bare, even though the things that are true so far are all my own doing.” Such as the part about catching a falling star.

The window in Howl’s room shows the garden of Howl’s sister’s house--despite his issues with his family, he still wants to keep an eye on them.

#jellicoe-lodge #not tagging the book because I am talking to you all and not to The Fandom At Large

[hatterstan-shameblog]

The Best Quiche in Tokyo

Rating: ‼️18+ Minors Do Not Interact ‼️

Warnings: explicit sexuality (it literally takes place at an orgy so like.......Y’know)

Characters: Hatter (Takeru), Aguni, and Female Reader (You)

Summary: When one of your customers invites you to a potluck-slash-orgy, you assume the “orgy” part is a joke—because nobody really hosts a potluck and an orgy at the same time, right?

Notes: One time, @nessinborderland (happy belated birthday btw) gave me the brilliant idea of Hatter hosting an orgy and serving really good food and I just......ran with it. This ended up being part comedy, part character study—and mostly features Aguni, if you can believe it! I don’t know, I just let the story take me where it wanted to go! (Also, this is definitely the longest thing I’ve written on here, so get ready to dig in!)

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in March, and you’re standing in front of a hat shop. Well, technically, you’re slightly to the left of a hat shop, peering down a skinny alleyway in search of a door or a set of stairs—something to indicate that there is, in fact, an apartment up there and this is not just an elaborate prank.

There is a very good chance this is a prank—after all, the eccentric man who walked into your stationary store two weeks ago seemed...off. Not in a bad way, just. One-of-a-kind. Unique. Entirely himself, in a way that people usually aren’t.

Was he flirting or was he just overly friendly when he leaned in just a bit too close to see the various fonts available for his choosing? It’s difficult to say. He did seem genuinely interested to know the difference between serif and sans serif, which doesn’t much thrill your customers on the regular. Does asking for an extra business card ‘for his personal records’ count as a pick-up line? It’s hard to say. Not that it matters much, of course—you are a professional, he is a customer, and there’s nothing more to it.

And you really are a professional, because when he told you that he wanted—in metallic gold, 30-point, center aligned—to say, quote, “The Third Annual Springtime Potluck and Orgy: Presented by Danma Takeru,” you didn’t so much as bat an eye. Partially because he was very insistent that you spell his name correctly, and partially because. Well. How does a person respond to that?

In truth, he ended up being one of your better customers—he showed a genuine interest in the process while still deferring to your expertise—and when one of the printed invitations arrived in your mailbox, you figured you might as well go see what the fuss is about. It could be an opportunity to meet some new friends, maybe drum up a little business if you’re lucky.

And besides—a potluck-slash-orgy? Who would even do that?

The merry little jingle of bell catches your attention, and you turn your head to see a solemn-looking man peeking his head around the hat shop’s glass door. He looks at you. He looks at the plastic-wrapped pie in your hands. He looks back at you.

He frowns.

“Hi,” you say, putting on your most charming smile in the hopes that he’ll stop looking at you like you just slapped him across the face, “I’m, uh, I’m here for the party!”

You shuffle over to him, careful not to scuff the white of your sensible-yet-pretty patent leather heels on the sidewalk. Maybe you’re dressed too formally—he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans while you’re sporting a calf-length chiffon dress dyed in a lovely array of watercolor blues and violets.

Oh dear, what a faux-pas! There was no dress code listed on the invite, but maybe you should’ve dressed in a more casual fashion. You don’t live far, you could probably run home quickly and change...

“Do you...have an invitation,” the man asks, crossing his arms across his chest and furrowing his brow. Is he annoyed? No, no. He seems. Confused? Wary? How very strange.

“Oh, of course,” you answer, reaching a fumbling hand into your purse to search for the little pink envelope, “I almost forgot it walking out the door, but I remembered at the last second! I can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes!”

The man doesn’t say anything, but leans forward to inspect the invitation once you manage to produce it from the cluttered mess that is your handbag.

“I know the time said it started at three, but the pie took a little longer than expected. It takes time for the chocolate to set, and—“ you gasp, covering your mouth with your invite-laden hand, “I haven’t kept you waiting, have I? I’m so sorry, Mister...?”

“Call me Aguni,” he says, and his eyes narrow slightly when you give him your most chipper ‘thank you’ and apologize for not being able to shake his hand at the moment. What a strange man.

“You,” he asks slowly, “you read the invitation, right?”

“Of course I did! I’m the one who made them,” you explain, puffing your chest up with pride, “and our host was kind enough to send one to me! He must have really liked my work!”

“...Yeah,” the man called Aguni says, “I’m sure that’s it.”

But, to your pleasure, he steps aside and holds the door open for you to enter. Such a strange man, but at least he’s gentlemanly enough to hold the door for you as you step inside.

“Oh, wow,” you say, “this place is amazing!”

And maybe it sounds silly, but you’re being entirely honest. There are hats in shelves, hats hanging on the wall, hats on faceless plastic heads on the counter and placed atop a long wooden table to the left—all of them in different shapes and colors, embellished and feathered and ribboned to the nines. There’s a certain magic to a little place like this, a kind of whimsical charm you want to bottle and keep on the kitchen windowsill.

“Walls could use some paint. Floor needs polished, too,” Aguni says, “but...yeah, I guess it’s nice enough.”

You follow him as he leads you towards the back, your eyes drinking in all the details of this fascinating little shop.

“No, no, the walls and the floor are perfect,” you assert with a wide-mouthed smile, “it gives it character. Makes it feel...like home, I think.”

“Takeru says the same thing,” Aguni answers with a chuckle, “although I also think he just doesn’t want to put in the work. He’s...not very handy.”

There is a second door at the very back of the shop, and once again, Aguni holds it open for you. Perhaps his original air of discontent was a simple case of shyness—maybe he just takes a bit to warm up to people. Well, just wait until he tries your homemade triple-chocolate silk pie; you’ll be best friends in no time!

He leads you into a tiny courtyard, which is just barely big enough to hold a steep set of metal stairs and a handful of plant pots, which remain empty due to the early spring cold. But, oh, it must be so lovely back here when the plants are in full bloom! You say as much to your companion, who actually manages to smile a bit in your direction as he leads you up the stairs.

“Those are mine, actually,” he tells you, his boot-covered feet thunking up the stairs at a leisurely pace, “He lets me garden back here.”

You picture it—this tall, stoic man, kneeling on the ground, his gloved hands tending little green sprouts as the morning sun shines gold and warm on the cold stone ground. The thought of it warms you. Does he know anything about succulents? You’ve always thought they would look so cute in the shop...

“Look,” Aguni says when the two of you reach a very drab-looking door, “I’m not trying to be a jerk, but...you sure you’re ready for this?”

What an odd thing to say! Maybe you’re acting more nervous than you originally thought? It is rather daunting, walking into a party of strangers; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

“You’re sweet for worrying about me,” you respond, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but if everyone is half as lovely as you, I’m sure I’ll do just fine. I will probably stick with you for a while—if that’s okay, of course!”

“Alright, then.” Aguni says—and is that a hint of a blush you see creeping up his neck? All this time, you thought he was just being strange, but he’s just a little shy! You give his arm a knowing pat before withdrawing your touch, and he quickly turns around to unlock the door.

Are all of Takeru’s friends this adorable? You hope so. You follow your bashful escort inside—the genkan is already full of shoes, but you manage to squeeze yours in between a pair of snakeskin wedge heels and the wall. Aguni also removes his boots, and you’re happy he isn’t going to stay down in the hat shop the whole time. He can introduce you to everyone, and maybe—

You hear something. Was that...? No, no, you must be imagining things. You definitely did not just hear a woman moan on the other side of the wall. You stop and angle your head towards the door slightly to get a better listen. It’s all rather muffled (it must be well-insulated!) but there’s definitely some kind of music playing. Maybe it’s part of a song?

It happens again. This time, it’s deeper, and more of a prolonged “ah” sound. And then laughter. Aguni is looking at you in that concerned way of his again.

Instead of waiting for him to open the door for you a third time, you decide to take initiative and open it yourself—a show of confidence, to put his mind at ease. For a moment, it looks like he’s going to try and stop you, but he instead just crosses his arms and watches as you open the door to the rest of the house.

The first thing you see is candles. Little flickering spots of yellow-orange flame, winking inside clear glass votives. A trio of them on the kitchen table to the left, surrounded by a mismatched variety of trays and plates and bowls, each holding a different delicacy.

There’s a candle on the kitchen counter, next to the refrigerator. One on a bookshelf, which is filled to bowing with vinyl LP’s. Two on either side of the television, and a cluster of them on a coffee table next to a fishbowl of shiny gold squares and—

Oh.

Oh, dear.

There are limbs. Moving, writing, reaching. Hands grabbing. Mouths kissing. Mouths...doing things other than kissing. Oh, God, there’s boobs. And somebody’s butt. Aw, geez, there goes another one. How many naked people are there in here, anyways?

“Oh, hey!”

A familiar voice calls out from the fleshy throng, and your stomach drops. Like Venus emerging from the surf, you see Danma Takeru rise up from the crowd, hair mussed and smiling mouth smudged with at least two different colors of lipstick. While he does appear to be wearing some kind of brightly-patterned robe, the more he stands, the less confident you are that it’s actually covering anything.

You spin on your heel, unwilling as of the moment to become visually acquainted with your host’s penis, and you’re met once more with Aguni’s concerned stare. This time, though, you understand why he’s looking at you like that, and it makes the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck that much hotter.

“Do you want to leave?”

This is. Oh, boy. This is a lot. Aguni must be able to sense your discomfort, although you imagine it’s rather palpable at the moment.

“I,” you say, “I don’t...know.”

And you say you don’t know because you truly don’t know what to do. Was it really so naïve of you to think that the ‘orgy’ part of the invitation was some kind of weird inside joke? Is there some kind of social protocol for these things?

You feel two hands descend upon each of your shoulders, and you try to convince yourself that they are slightly damp with sweat as opposed to any other kind of aqueous material.

“You made it,” Takeru exclaims with genuine excitement as he gives your person a gentle shake, “I’m so glad you decided to come!”

“He’s covered, don’t worry,” Aguni says to you before directing his attention over your shoulder, “I take it you didn’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

The hand on your right shoulder stays while the left slips away, leaving room for Takeru to stand at your side and squeeze you against him in a weird little half-hug. In another situation, you might enjoy the way the silk of his robe whispers against the skin of your arms, perhaps smile at the warm comfort of a lazy arm thrown about your shoulders like a heavy scarf, but. Well. Right now, it’s just a little...awkward.

Aguni rolls his eyes.

“About that,” he says, gesturing impatiently at the debauchery behind your back, “I mean, just look at her face.”

“Mori-chan, how could you be so rude to our lovely guest? Darling,” Takeru says, turning your face towards him with two fingers under your chin, “don’t listen to him, you’re...ah, I see what you mean.”

Is your expression really that bad? It must be, because Takeru very slowly and very carefully withdrawing his arm from around your shoulder and taking a generous step to the side. His mouth is twisted into a rather comical gaping frown, his eyes nervously darting side-to-side.

“In my defense,” he says, putting his hands up like some kind of fucked-out traffic cop at a four-way intersection, “the, uh, the orgy part was very prominent. Big letters, right at the top.”

“I,” you reply, “I thought it was...a joke?”

“This is why we don’t just hand out invitations,” Aguni grits through his teeth, “for fuck’s sake, Takeru, we’ve talked about this!”

“I know, I know. I am humble enough to admit when I’ve fucked up, and this time, I have fucked up in a truly spectacular fashion,” Takeru’s gaze shifts from horrified to quizzical as he scrutinized you for a moment, “Unless...you’d like to stay?”

You look at the pie. The slowly-warming chocolate is beginning to sweat beneath the thin film of plastic wrap you so lovingly secured with lilac ribbon.

“Or you could slap him on the way out,” Aguni offers, “he’s very slap-able.”

“It’s true! And when you slap me,” he whips his head to the side suddenly, “my hair does that and it looks really cool!”

Yeah, okay—it did look pretty cool. But, does he deserve to be slapped? Probably for something else, but not for this. It’s a simple misunderstanding, and honest mistake on both your parts.

“I want...” you start, and the way they’re looking at you, wide-eyed and breath-bated, reminds you of the final rose ceremony on The Bachelorette.

It’s kind of hilarious, actually.

“I, uh,” you continue, “I want to...to put this in the refrigerator, if that’s okay? It’s, uh, starting to melt...”

To say that Takeru’s face lights up is an understatement. With a mega-watt smile and a sparkle in his eye, he swoops his arm back around your shoulder and begins leading you towards the kitchen.

Although you have (almost) gotten used to the sea of strangers fucking and moaning in the background, you still choose to politely avert your gaze as you pass them by. You instead focus on Takeru, who has taken this opportunity to explain the inner-workings of...whatever this is.

“...And I personally see to it that these events remain exclusive,” he says, “Although I do occasionally invite outsiders, such as yourself. You were just so sweet and helpful, I couldn’t resist trying my luck and sending you an invite.”

“Thank you,” you say, “although, I, uh...”

He opens the refrigerator door and motions for you to place the pie inside. Luckily, it’s mostly empty, save for a collection of bottled water and a tin of what looks to be cat food. You’re grateful to not have to carry it around anymore, and thank him for his assistance.

It’s finally time for you to acknowledge the proverbial ‘elephant in the room’—except, you’re not exactly sure how to begin.

“I,” you start, stopping to bite your lip, “I, uh. Is it okay if I...don’t, y’know, do the whole...uh...sex thing?”

“Oh, do you prefer to watch?”

“No! I mean, no, uh,” you laugh nervously, “I’m just...”

Takeru chuckles.

“I’m only teasing. You’re more than welcome to skip the sex and go straight to the food. As long as you’re on the kitchen side, nobody will touch you. It’s one of our rules.”

He motions for Aguni to come over with a wave of his arm, smiling when the tall man comes to lean against the kitchen counter.

“Mori-chan also prefers to abstain from the more salacious aspects of our little gathering, so the two of you can keep each other company.”

“I’m usually in charge of the food,” Aguni adds, “and I try to make sure the candles stay lit.”

“I, uh, I noticed those on the way in. They’re nice.”

Takeru leans towards you as if he’s about to share a secret.

“I don’t mean to be indelicate,” he says in a low tone, “but there is a certain stench that comes with these events. Sweat, musk, various secretions...it all really adds up in the end.”

“It’s awful,” Aguni concludes, “but candles help dissipate the worst of it.”

“Oh, and the ambiance,” Takeru exclaims, “there’s just nothing like candlelight to really get people in the mood for—“

A sharp ding! makes you jump. From what you can gather, it came from the small oven to Aguni’s left.

“Hold it right there,” Takeru growls towards Aguni, who had been in the middle of donning a pair of floral-printed oven mitts, “she needs thirty more seconds.”

Aguni looks at you and rolls his eyes. You stifle a giggle behind your hand, hoping your host doesn’t notice.

“I saw that,” Takeru snips towards Aguni, “honestly, Mori-chan, you get one new friend...”

And even though he’s mid-scold, there remains a joviality to Takeru’s tone—a testament, you believe, to what can only be a long-standing friendship between him and Aguni. It’s hard not to feel jealous of their easy back-and-forth, their banter like a well-matched game of tennis.

“Now you can take her out,” Takeru says, “but, so help me God, if you don’t let her rest for seven minutes–“

“–They’ll never find my body, I know, I know,” Aguni finishes, gingerly placing a metal pan on the stove, “Look, we’ve got it handled. You can go back to your side of the party and I’ll call you when it’s plated.”

“Fine,” Takeru answers with a false pout, “but only because I know she’ll keep you honest.”

And just like that, it’s just you and Aguni once more—but, this time, he seems much more at ease to have you around. Happy, almost. It must be kind of boring, sitting alone in a kitchen while everyone else is...well, busy.

“So,” you say, moving to Aguni’s side to peer into the baking pan, “looks kind of like...a quiche?”

“Not just any quiche,” Aguni answers, opening the drawer to his right and digging a hand inside, “the best quiche in Tokyo.”

He pulls out a shiny silver chef’s knife and places it on the counter. Next comes a pair of dainty forks, delicate little things one might use for tea cakes at a French-inspired bistro. Knowing what you know about Takeru—which, granted, isn’t very much at all—it doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“You’re in front of the plates,” he says, tapping the cabinet directly in front of your face, “grab us some?”

“But we’re supposed to wait seven minutes,” you protest, all while following his instructions, “it’s only been...like, three.”

Aguni’s eyes take on a glint of mischief.

“Only a problem if we get caught.”

Honestly, it looks divine. Pillowy-soft and the perfect pale-yellow hue, delicate tendrils of steam billowing out as he drags the knife through. You hadn’t ever seen a non-rectangular quiche before, but you suppose it makes sense; there are a fair few people in attendance, and the standard circular composition wouldn’t quite feed everyone.

He serves you first. A corner piece (which he insists are the best), speckled with herbs and studded with little pieces of what you assume to be some kind of ham. Little strings of cheese stick to the blade of the knife, and Aguni scrapes them off with the side of a fork, which he then hands to you.

“Takeru doesn’t cook much,” Aguni explains, playing his own small square, “but when he does...”

The sound that comes from your mouth as you take your first bite of quiche could rival any of those happening in the orgy across the room. Oh, that is so good! Buttery crust, the salt of cheese and ham, the subtle bite of onion—and there’s something else there, something you can’t quite place, but you know it tastes absolutely heavenly. Immediately, you take another bite.

“Grew the herbs de Provence myself,” Aguni mentions, “He refuses to use store-bought.”

“Makes all the difference,” you respond, “I could eat the whole pan by myself.”

“I did that for my last birthday, actually,” Aguni chuckles around a forkful of quiche, “Takeru insisted on putting all thirty-eight candles in before carrying it to the table—you know, like a dumbass. Part of his hair caught fire, and I had to give him a haircut at two in the morning because he was so distraught.”

The two of you laugh—Aguni at the memory, and you at the idea of a tearful Takeru sulking as Aguni snipping the fried locks with a pair of kitchen shears.

“He forgave me, even though I took a whole two inches off,” Aguni sets his empty plate in the sink and looks out of the small window above it, “He’s not a bad guy, you know. Doesn’t always make the best choices, sure, but he’s got a good heart in him.”

There is a sadness here, something in Aguni that speaks to a troubled past you haven’t quite unearthed yet—and you know better than to press him, especially here, especially now.

“Well, I can’t say I’m an expert,” you say, handing him your plate, “but you two seem like decent people. Orgies aside, of course.”

“Of course,” Aguni nods, “though I don’t suppose you’ll come to the next one, will you?”

For the first time since your arrival, you allow yourself to watch the festivities happening across the room. It isn’t that bad, you suppose—it’s just a group of people having a fun time together, laughing and gasping and enjoying each others’ bodies in a safe and comfortable place. It’s not something you necessarily want to do yourself, but...well, the ‘weird’ factor of the whole thing has gone down exponentially over the past hour or so.

“And miss out on the best quiche in Tokyo,” you say, nudging against Aguni’s arm with your shoulder, “not a chance!”

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #spicy boy #morizono aguni #writings and such #THIS TOOK ME OVER A MONTH TO WRITE OH MY GOD #alice in borderland fanfic #obvi this takes place before borderland #so I guess this is an au? #also I hinted at Ziggy the cat because I am self-indulgent and evil #can’t believe I actually wrote it lads

[melancholymaz]

The Eye Of The Storm

A/N: This is apart of @the--sad--hatter​‘s Tea party challenge, enjoy! 

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x Platonic!reader. 

Warnings: Mission gone south, alcohol use, talks of the red room. 

A/N: Tbh I dunno what this is, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. 

You didn’t want this to happen, but you suppose there was no way to prevent it, no matter how much you tried.  

 You hated knowing she was in pain, you both had endured so much of it since a young age and you just wanted the pain to end for her.  

You, Natasha and Wanda were on a mission that went sideways, and you tried to take on the job of the rogue agents, but Natasha was put in a position of “you shoot and this civilian dies too”. Natasha did everything she could, the agent died, but so did the civilian. It’s been 22 hours since you got home, and you still haven’t seen Natasha. You can feel her pain, her guilt, her self-hatred and regret. You haven’t slept, despite your mental and physical exhaustion. You couldn’t, not while knowing Nat was in pain. You know not to push yourself into her space, you know she’ll come to you when she’s ready. So, you sit back into the chair, a bottle of straight whiskey sitting in your hand as you watch the life outside go by. 

 You’ll wait for her, you always do and she knows it.

 “Well you look like shit.” Wanda’s voice cuts into the silence of your room, you turn your head to look at her, watching her pull a chair next to yours. Silently you hand her the bottle knowing she needs it too, probably too shy to grab her own from the bar.  

 “I don’t see why, I’ve gotten plenty of beauty sleep.” you both chuckle as you sit in silence, enjoying each other's company. The pair of you sit there for hours, going in between comfortable silence to talking about anything and everything. You go through too many bottles to count, and by now your words are slurred and slow.  

 “So... you and Nat?” Wanda asks hesitantly. “What made that come about?”  

 “I’ve loved her since the day I met her.” You tell her honestly; a smile slowly creeps up on your face as you watch Wanda watch you. “I knew it straight away to, despite the whole “Love is for children” thing we had going on.”  

 “You were in the red room too?” The way she asks is so innocent, it reminds you that Wanda is one of the younger ones of the team.  

“Yeah.” Is all you reply at first, but after a few seconds you continue. “The difference is, is that I was born into it. My Mama and Papa were a part of the academy and was ordered by Madame to create me. Their perfect assassin bred from the best at the time.”    

“How did you meet Natasha for the first time, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wanda turns her body in the chair to be facing you, giving her undivided attention, her eyes bright with curiosity.  

 “She’d been there a while, before I met her. I was 8, I think. Madame decided I would be the one to be her partner, show her the ropes, I guess. I was confused.” Tears spring to your eyes as you think back to the worst time of your life. “Usually being buddies was a bad thing, anyone found friendly with each other usually had to fight until only one remained.”  

 “Oh my god...” Wanda whispers, a hand covering her mouth. “Why’d she want you two to be... friends?”  

“Madame saw how talented Nat was, and decided she’d make us a pair. Train us to be the deadliest duo. She succeeded, obviously.  We grew up together, did everything together and no one had a clue we were secretly in a relationship. Madame never suspected her two deadliest girls to be the softest.”    

The last sentence is said bitterly, taking a swig of the bottle before chuckling dryly.  

“The day Clint saved us, was a day neither of us saw coming. Being at SHIELD, we could be who we wanted to be, and didn’t have to hide behind bushes, or go days before we could get something as little as a kiss.” You hear Wanda sniffle, and notice she was crying. You smile at her before wiping her tears away.    

“That’s such a... beautiful yet ugly love story.” Wanda chuckles, you smile once more before replying.  

 “I wouldn’t know where I'd be without her.” You can’t help but look at the background of your phone, a photo of Natasha and you in the grass on Clints farm, you are running towards the camera with Natasha on your back, smiles the widest they’ve ever been. Lila had snapped the photo, and that’s what makes the photo so precious. Wanda stands and stretches, a yawn coming through as she tells you she’s going to bed, finally ready to get some sleep. You bid her goodnight, not moving from the spot you’ve been seated in for hours. You sit there for a while more, now into the early hours of the morning before a quiet, hesitant knock on the door breaks the silence.  

 You take a deep breath, and wait patiently for her to come in. A head of red hair is all you see in the moonlight that shines into your shared room. You stand and slowly walk toward her, and when she reaches you all you do is pull her into a secure hug and let her get her emotions out. Her shoulder bops up and down as she cries, your top moist from tears, her muffled cries sound into the room.  

 “I got you, my love. It’s okay, I got you.” Your words make her cry harder, and you hold her tighter, rubbing her back and cradling her head to your chest, swaying softly. “It wasn’t your fault, there was nothing you could have done.”  

 “Why do you always know what to say?” Her voice is raspy, almost gone.  

 “Because it’s you. There’s no one in this world that knows you better than I do, not even you.” You reply, holding her face to look up at you. Her usual bright green eyes are dark, red with emotion. You swipe your thumb to take away the tears, and she gives you the smallest smile noticeable. “I love you more than anything Natalia Alianovna.”  

 “And I you, Y/F/N Y/M/N.” You give her a kiss, a kiss that explains every emotion needed in that moment. Love, understanding, protection and promise. “You’ve been drinking.”  

 “So have you, are you really that surprised?” You ask in a joking tone, in which she laughs, your favourite sound making your heartbeat skip.  

 “No, I guess not.” Natasha replies. “Have you slept at all?” 

 “No.”  

 “Me neither.”  

 “I know. Think you’d be able to catch a few hours?” You lead her to the bed without an answer, knowing that you’d both drift off eventually.  

 “Now that I’m with you I could.” Her head lays on your chest as she replies, listening to your heartbeat as you both take in the moment of finally being together. “I can do anything when I’m with you, Y/N.” 

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #writer challenge #avengers x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader

[restmyheadatnightcontent]

thats why i’ll always stay around

another fic in this verse 

yennskier | 1127 words | cw: very minor illness, mention of nightmares

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She wakes up just as the door opens. She blinks her eyes open blearily to see Ciri standing in the doorway, and through the darkness she can just make out the faint trace of tear tracks running down the girls cheeks. Pushing herself up, she reaches and turns on the lamp, filling the room with a gentle golden light. She can see better now, and can see Ciri’s red-rimmed eyes as she hovers in the doorway, nervously fiddling with the hem of her T-shirt.

“Everything alright sweetheart?” she asks, but Ciri doesn’t answer, she just looks down.

“Was it a bad dream?” she prompts, and Ciri nods confirming her suspicions. It’s been a while since she’s had a nightmare but they always make a return. Normally, Yen manages to hear her before she wakes up and is able to soothe her, but she’s been run down with a bad cold this week and she was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow. And Jaskier is out at a gig tonight, otherwise he was sure to have gone to her. It must have been a bad one, for her to come to Yen’s room like this. Normally, in the rare instances she wakes from a nightmare alone, she tries to calm herself as best she can before trying to go back to sleep, not wanting to bother anyone and saying that she doesn’t need anyone’s help.

Yen just lifts the blankets and the girl is running and throwing herself into the bed, before coming to lie next to her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Ciri shakes her head and burrows further into Yen’s side.

“Do you want to just try and sleep?”

“Can you read something?” Ciri asks, voice muffled from where her face is buried in Yennefers shirt.

“Of course,” she answers and picks up the book from the bedside table. It’s one of her favourites and had become one of Ciri’s too – both of them enjoying the story about the girl who got to fall down a rabbit hole and escape the world, just for a while. She always goes back to it whenever she feels ill, seeking the comfort and familiarity of the words and Jaskier has been reading it to her for the last few nights. She’d claimed that her head hurt too much to read the words but actually she enjoys listening to him, enjoys listening to the lilt in his voice and finds it calms her so she can sleep.

“’The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, “Why is a raven like a writing-desk ?’” she began and it wasn’t long before Ciri was snoring gently next to her, and eventually she drifts off to sleep too, the book slipping from her hand.

*

She wakes again to the sound of the door opening, only this time it is obviously morning, the sun peeking through the curtains and she can hear the birds chirping in the distance. Ciri is still asleep next to her, mouth wide open, drooling slightly onto the pillow,  and with her hair falling across her face. Yennefer gently brushes a strand from her cheek, before glancing up at the door which had awoken her. Jaskier enters the room and begins searching for something, clearly not aware that she’s awake, as he is moving in a way that suggests he is trying not to make any noise. Which doesn’t work because Jaskier is Jaskier and is incapable of doing anything quietly.

“Morning,” she says, immediately wincing at the rasp in her voice. He jumps, turning and smiling at her.

“Hello.” He comes to perch on the bed next to her, and raises his hand to forehead. “Feeling any better today?”

“No. Still feel like shit,” she whines, swatting his hand away. It is always worse whenever she wakes up, with a dry throat and her nose all blocked and she hates it. She also hates how vulnerable she gets when she’s ill, hating having to accept any kind of help. But it is easier with Jaskier. He doesn’t seem to pity her when he brings her soup and medicine, as he picks up her used tissues from the floor by the bed, as he wraps her up in blankets before making them all dinner. He hasn’t treated her any differently, and though he has been coddling her it hasn’t felt like coddling. It hasn’t felt patronising like it normally does when someone tries to help her when she is sick. He has just been there, and done whatever needed to be done without drawing attention to it, without making a fuss. Because as annoying and dramatic as he can be, he cares. He cares about her, even when she thinks that she doesn’t need it, doesn’t deserve it – he is there. And its what she loves about him.

“Yeah, you look like shit,” he says, with a crooked smile, the one he wears when he thinks he’s being funny. The bastard. She just smacks his arm, the only part of him she can reach without having to move, but he just catches her hand and entwines their fingers.

“How was the gig?”

“It was alright. Missed my number one fan though.”

“Oh, was Valdo busy?” she asks dryly, letting out a breathless laugh as Jaskier pokes her in the ribs.

“Horrible woman. See if I offer to make you coffee now.”

“You will make me coffee because you want coffee too.”

“True. You’ve got me there,” he sighs.

Quietness settles over them for a moment, Ciri’s soft snores the only sound in the room, and they just sit, Jaskiers fingers gently stroking over her knuckles.

“I don’t remember you coming to bed last night.”

“I slept on the sofa. Got back late and didn’t want to disturb you two.” He gestures towards the sleeping girl. “Bad one last night?”

She nods. “Yeah. But she was alright once she came in here.”

“Pancakes for breakfast kind of morning, do you think?”

“You just want pancakes.”

“Maybe I do. But you want them too, don’t deny it.”

God she wanted pancakes. She hadn’t had much of an appetite with her cold, but right now pancakes sounded absolutely brilliant.

“Can we have chocolate chip ones?” a sleepy voice next to her says, and they both turn to look at Ciri who is blinking awake.

“Of course we can, Princess. I’ll go start them now.” Jaskier answers, and he kisses them both on the forehead before heading out and down to the kitchen.

“You doing okay?” Yen asks, running her hand through Ciri’s hair.

“Yeah,” she mumbes, snuggling back into Yen’s side. “Always am ‘cause I’m with you.”

#my fic #my writing #the witcher #the witcher fic #yennefer #ciri #yennefer & ciri #yennskier #yennskier fic #yennefer x jaskier #made of love verse #jaskier #i have a cold and i want jaskier to bring me soup #and do they eat anything other than pancakes? #sometimes #but not this time

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Lost Faith (Favored Ones, Part 24.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Quote for the chapter: “Live with me in this sin forever.” - Danny Kiranos

Part summary: Seattle was turning into a living nightmare - but finally, you had an information you wanted so bad in your palms. You got to know where Abby is.

A/N: I am sorry for describing such open violence, it’s going to be really disgusting with the upcoming parts. It is how it is.

Warnings: Gore, blood, murder, infected, guns, shooting, angst, graphic depiction of manslaughter.

Word count: 5.8 K

Tagging:   @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​​ @davnwillcome​ @pickleriiick​ @jodiereedus22​ @gladiosamicitias​ @tamkashi​ @eternallyvenus​ @avengerssstuff​ @fangirl-inthe-us​ @avery-miller​ @mikah-writes​ @mad-hatter-98​ @sadiaafrin99​ @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

Seattle, day two - evening:

It was dark outside for you to see anything. Maybe it was the coverage of the trees making it more difficult to see, but this place was simply too dark. But it came with one fact which made you realize that you maybe aren't that screwed. The Scars couldnt see shit either, so they were carrying torched to light up their surrounding. At least some of them to this degree.

"Who is that?" - Ellie whispered, looking around as well. You gazed back at her quickly to assure yourself that any of those fuckers are in close proximity to your bracken hiding spot. When you couldnt see any brown coat, you managed to speak quietly.

"These are the Scars. The enemies of the WLF. They communicate through whistling, so that's a catch." - You described your enemies quickly while getting up on your knees to see you'll be able to maneuver through the park, slowly getting some hang on the surroundings. - "They shoot arrows on sight, but if we take out of them, I can shoot back hopefully." - This was actually a good plan you came up with. There was no sureness if you'd make it out unnoticed, but taking out some of them could make your way easier.

"Hey, see these two loners next to the huge tree?" - Ellie pointed to a couple standing a few feet away from you. One of them was holding a torch and the other one was inspecting something, which made them an ideal target. Without any hesitation, you nodded and Ellie nodded back you, making sure you caught her drift. You were about to take them out. And so you got to the job, moving around as quietly and quickly as possible, running from one bush of bracken to another, waiting for a bit and repeating the process again. Ellie took out the standing one while you jumped on the back of the kneeling Scar, covering their mouth with your palm as you pushed your knife into the middle of their neck. It didn't even feel unnatural or too stuff by that pint. Your arm just automatically pushed deeper in, making sure that the son of a bitch stays dead when you let them go.

This couple was a bingo for the both of you - Ellie used the revolver rounds and you stole the four arrows you found at one of the bodies. Truth be told, this wasn't much ammunition - but it was better than nothing, that was for sure. Your chances of survival suddenly rose a little. Next, you made your way to another part of the park, killing everyone on sight quietly. Usually, you kneeled further away from them while Ellie hid behind them, waiting for you to shoot the arrow into their neck. After that, she made sure they won't get back on their legs ever again. If you'd had to admit something, it was you and Ellie being an extraordinary team when it came to killing both normal people and the infected. There wouldn't be any point in denying the fact.

It only got harder when you got to face the brutal scenery reminding you of the reality of Seattle. Two scars were dragging a man on the ground. He was pleading for his dearest life, crying out for help. And you'd help him if Ellie's palm didn't hold you down. It would be too dangerous to reveal yourself. If you wouldn't be too careful, this could be your faith as well.

The man was dragged to the third Scar, who was preparing a noose for him as the person watched him getting dragged on the mud, the stones and the branches fallen off the trees. This was making you sick from your stomach. You watched the shaming process until the very end - they hung him up and cut his belly open, watching as the blood and intestines basically fell out of his abdominal cavity. He was still fighting for his life when the group talked about him being freed from some sins or what. And as you and Ellie changed the position, hiding behind a fallen tree, you could see not one... But at least a dozen persons hung up in the same way.

"The TV station..." - Ellie sighed upon the terrifying sighting, trying to find some words to say. - "It was the Scars' doing. They hung the men up and killed Leah before we could get to her." - You finished quietly, looking at all of the people hanging there, being killed in the most humiliating way possible. With their hands tied behind their back, their abdominal cavity opened up and choked to death.

As you kneeled there and watched their work, of which the Scars were seemingly proud of, you felt another wave of rage filling you up. Without realizing what you were doing, you took out an arrow, watching a loner with a torch walking closer to you. It didn't matter in which fuckery did these psychos believed in. They were hunting down all people, putting them up as trophies of sorts, hanging each one of them in a gruesome way. Why should you have mercy when they didn't have any? Did their religion give them some sort of permission to do that to the others? Oh, you highly doubted that.

Some high-pitched sound was filling your eardrums up as your breathing got heavier and heavier. These fucks alone were responsible for Joel's death. No-one else was to be blamed then them. The beating of your heart was like drums inside your brain as you put your elbows high enough to go for her fucking head to shoot the loner down. Before Ellie could stop you from releasing the string, the arrow was on its way. What did happen after that, you didn't know.

Only glimpses of this action remained inside your head. Their begging when you circled your elbow around their neck as you sliced their fucking throats as if they were pigs. Shooting and yelling of commands, loud and warning whistling, begging for life. The blood soaking into the leather coats as the rain started falling through the coverage above. Suddenly, you winked again, waking up from the violent rage. You were standing next to the hanged man, who was still suffocating to his death with more than seven dead Scar bodies around you.

You were covered in blood from head to toes, trembling with your knife in your palm as you tried to remember what just happened. Then you noticed Ellie with her revolver standing in front of you with a blank expression as she was thinking about something, slowly putting the smoking gun down. - "Did I do this?" - One look around told you that you, in fact, cause all of that. All these people were stabbed to death, only some of them were also shot to their legs or arms.

"I couldn't stop you. It was as if... As if there was no-one inside you for a moment." - The girl confessed as you let the knife fall on the ground to follow it, puking into the small puddle of water. Your stomach was contracting for a long time, but nothing other than saliva left your body. You noticed a drop of blood slowly rolling to your nose as you concentrated on your reflection. Your eyes were empty, but it was the only feature you were able to recognize. You felt Ellie's palm tugging you up back on your feet, leading you to another hideout.

"They must've heard what happened here, so we better move it. You weren't exactly discreet or quiet with this matter." - The redhead whispered and started to wipe the blood off of your forehead. How could you know what you're feeling with the utter chaos roaming every small part of your body? You already started to grief for Joel as your brain slowly connected the dots, but it turned out differently than sadness usually does. It was indeed very useful, but not in your current situation. - "You holding up?" - She asked when she saw the spaced-out expression you had.

"Aren't you afraid of me now?" - A whimper left your lips as you felt the urge to cry. At that moment, were you still having the moral high ground when it came to Ellie and Joel? Or were you just like them since that moment? You killed at least eleven people in a spawn of two to three minutes. Like a brute. But Ellie shook her head with an unnatural expression. - "We do what we need to do. We endure and survive." - The girl told you and checked the surroundings once again. No-one was coming in your direction. It looked safe. - "Comic books can teach a hell load of stuff when you read the right ones." - She explained the quote as you made your way through an empty, corroded parking lot full of empty cars. As you found the staircase leading up, Ellie made sure she goes first before any of these bat shit crazy thoughts you clearly had would fuck your head up again. This wasn't what you two needed at the moment.

Well, fuck both of you, there were more Scars in your way once you came out of the building. Which could be a problem once you'd let yourself set loose again. So she made sure you're staying put by kneeling with you beyond one of the obstacles. - "Listen. I need you to shoot them down just like before, okay?" - Ellie asked you and watched your head nodding so she'd be at least partially sure you won't go all crazy again. - "Alrite. Imma go first there and you'll follow me once this area is cleared out, we clear?" - Again, you confirmed, preparing your bow and steadying yourself on your position. The girl was on the move and you just kneeled there, having the first one on your mark - you were ready to fire once you'd get the signal. It came soon enough. Ellie jumped over the huge guys' chest and sliced his throat - but that wasn't enough to bring him down. So, with a shallow breath, you went for his exposed chest, hitting the spot where you thought he'll have the heart. It wasn't sure if you hit or miss in the first few moments, but soon enough, you watched him crumble down like a house of cards.

You walked through this part of the city just like that - you sneaked around in the tall grass, took cover behind cars and walls and you were leading the long-ranged attacks while Ellie was doing the manual job. You didn't even have to be afraid that you'll go out of arrows. Scars had more than enough archers, which played in your favors. Sure, it felt weird to go through cooling bodies of your enemies, but it turned out these fucks had a lot of stuff. A lot of gun ammo, some first aid supplies, arrows, and... - "Wow. Would you look at that." - You mumbled to Ellie once you bowed over to pick a manual weapon. You snorted upon watching the blade of the machete, knowing damn well this girl will be put to use very soon. Quickly, you pinned into the small drink rack on your backpack with straps so it wouldn't fall out that easily, looking at Ellie.

"We should move on. Let's jump off here, to the other concrete island, yeah?" - The girl pointed her finger below you and you chuckled ironically. Well, not that you could choose. You've scavaged the whole place already and there was no other option for you to go. So you sighed and looked at your best friend. - "Please, may the Lord let me survive to see another day." - You said before jumping down. Your muscles jolted in a weird way as you muttered out a curse word. - "Watch out!" - Ellie yelled at you just before a Scar shot a bullet at you. Quickly, you pulled out your gun, trying to shoot him down as well while Ellie landed next to you, taking care of the other two men standing at the island.

When it was silent there again, you laid down on your back while Ellie sat down, catching some breath. - "Fucking Christ. We can't have one peaceful moment in this shit hole, can we?" - You stated, as a matter of fact, having your friend chuckling at it as she shook her head. When you caught at least a bit of energy, you decided to continue trough a make-up store to see where it leads. But mostly you chose this route because of the hospital war right behind it. Ellie went to open up the door just when it got torn from the doorframe.

A huge man in a leather coat came out of the doorframe, holding a massive hammer in his arms as he walked up to Ellie, having an obvious message inside his face. He hadn't noticed you, so you ducked behind one of the covers, taking out the machete from the place you've had it at. You knew it will come in handy - yet you couldn't know it will be so soon.

Ellie was in life-threatening danger - but you couldn't go to a one-on-one fight with this man. Against him, you were a branch on a dead tree. But you could surprise him. All it took was a bit of patience and a lot of hope that Ellie won't get hurt or killed before that moment.

Your guts told you when it was safe to go after the man, jumping on his shoulders and piercing the machete through his chest. This one was way stiffer than going for someone's neck, that was for sure. While you were hanging on the man's back, pushing the machete deeper with your torso, Ellie picked up on her legs and took her revolver out, going after the big guy's companion who was shooting arrows at you.

It was pure chaos, to say the least. The big guy groaned in pain as you felt your chest meet his shoulder blades, meaning that the machete cut through him. Finally, you felt the man collapsing under you while Ellie still had her little shoot out with the other Scar.

When the man was finally laying on his back, you could see the tip of your weapon coming out of his upper belly. But no matter how much the guy was hurt, he didn't seem to be dying just yet. So, without hesitation, you leaned down to rip the sledgehammer out of his grasp, finishing him for good.

The man was fighting back forcefully. He tried to push you down so much that you involuntary decided to fall into the deepest pit of the brutal animality - you stepped in his face with your boot, finally securing the sledgehammer... Smashing it right into his skull without the slightest attempt to stop yourself from making a jam out of the human being's organs.

The crack haunted your ears for another five minutes. You were standing above the dead body, watching everything sort of slowly leaking out of the man's skull. Your stomach was still kicking in, but you didn't feel anything anymore. The view was gross to look at, but... Your consciousness was completely quiet. There wasn't single remorse, no bad thoughts haunting your head, panic attack, or grossing out about yourself.

It scared you - especially when you realized that the only thought making you angry was that your machete was now stuck in the man's body, which made it unusable now. Unless you'd be willing to turn him on his back and pull it out again. Which you didn't want to do that at all. - "Fucking hell. Are you okay?" - Ellie turned her head at you and you, with an empty expression, turned your head at her back. Without a word, you nodded and went to check the other room to see if there's anyone still alive there.

It struck at the very moment. The emptiness inside your chest and head. You figured out why was it there. It finally clicked inside your head. This was what being fueled by rage felt. On the inside, you were eaten alive by hatred because of Joel. Sure, there was this thing about revenge which made you come to Seattle in the first place, but it wasn't the emotion of rage at the time. Yet the longer Joel wasn't there, the longer you processed that the Scars maybe killed him on the unfinished bridge, the more of rage was ramping inside of you. His disappearance made you lashing out on two occasions now - how many of these sudden lashing outs did you have in front of you? None? One? Ten?

This could cost you your life if you wouldn't be careful. And if you'd get that WLF whore into your hands... Oh, boy.

"Ellie?" - A mumble filled the silence as you made your way forward, swimming in deep water because there was no other way to get into the hospital complex. At the moment, you both stopped and just tried to keep your heads above the surface. The girl looked you in the eyes, knitting her eyebrows together. - "Don't let me get to Nora under any circumstances, can you promise me that?" - This demand clearly surprised your best friend. But to a certain degree, she could understand what was that about.

She didn't believe that Joel would get killed by a bunch of bow-shooting, whistling savages. No. He was a man who had to have his own back for twenty years. This very man was capable of murdering a whole patrol consisting of twenty people inside of a Pittsburg hotel, which she saw with her own eyes. This man taught her every small thing about survival inside the enemy's territory - from how to sneak around to making them terrified of her.

Yet the weird, unsettling feeling was tickling her guts. It was more or less a what-if situation which her brain wasn't accepting. No. Joel had to be alive. The man had to be fucking alive. Because she knew that if you'd bump into Joel's body hung just like the man you've seen being executed earlier, she'd fall into a way deeper and way more aggressive state than you were at. So, your demand made sense to her, having her promise you to keep you out of Nora's presence by any means necessary.

You entered the hospital through the lower floor, which was mostly flooded. Both of you went into an immediate quiet mode as soon as you recognized that you've finally entered the enemy's territory. Now, there weren't any bow-shooting savages who sometimes knew how to use a bow. Now, you had to be extra-careful, since you found yourself in a hospital full of trained soldiers. Especially, when one of them was sitting on a box with their back turned at you. - "Stay here. I'll deal with her, try to ask where Nora is." - Ellie instructed you before swimming off. With a quick nod, you caught one of the flooded boilers to take a bit of rest.

Ellie swung behind the person, putting her ejection knife to the girl's throat, tearing headphones out of her ears. - "Don't make a fucking sound." - Ellie muttered with ice-cold calmness, using her knee to make the girl raise both her palms up. - "Hands up." - Ellie said her point out loud, making sure she had control over the situation.

"Easy... Easy." - "You know a girl named Nora?" - Ellie asked instead of lowering her attention too much. - "Sure, yeah." - The girl nodded frantically. The sound of her gulping traveled all the way to you. - "Where is she?" - "In the hospital." - "Where in the hospital?" - You could physically see Ellie rolling her eyes at the dodging answers the headphone girl was giving her. But in the next moment, as the muscles on Ellie's arm flexed and pushed the knife closer to the girl's throat, she finally decided to speak clearly.

"They're c-clearing the upper floors. She's somewhere in there." - With the realization, you saw that Ellie's attention faded away into the background as she thought about something. That was the moment the headphones girl could fight for her life, and so, she was quick to take her own knife out, turning out to face Ellie. Ellie managed to grasp the girl's wrist holding the knife, keeping it away from her body. Without you grasping the situation, Ellie's arm sprung forward, stabbing the girl's throat straight forward, making you stop for a second.

You took a moment to see Ellie's response before you swam after your friend as you both watched the girl suffocating in her own blood. Well, this was starting in a splendid way. - "This didn't go as planned, did it?" - You asked and leaned closer to the girl, watching her face for the first time. And she was offputtingly familiar to your eyes. But honestly, you couldn't determine if she was a part of Baldwin or not in the state you were at.

"Fuck, of course, it didn't go as planned. Holy shit." - Ellie sighed, catching her temples with both her palms, trying to calm herself down. It was your time to intervene - so you stood up in front of her, catching both her shoulders in your palms. - "Calm the fuck down." - You mumbled, having the girl lowering her arms down as she started to stare at you. - "We need to move our asses if we don't want the WLF finding us standing above their stabbed friend. Get your shit together and let's go."

It was funny to see how your roles suddenly changed. Just a day ago, you puked the fuck out of you after you left the TV station, having Ellie and Dina calming you down, telling you that what you did was the right response in the situation you've found yourself in. Now, you were calming Ellie down after her body performing an automatic self-defense reaction. Ellie slowly nodded, gulped, and remained herself to keep her shit together, as you put it.

Both of you were so close to finding Nora. Nora who knew Abby. That Nora who was photographed with the rest of the Jackson-attacking WLF party. The woman who could tell you where Abby could be. So, you set on your way through the whole hospital. - "By the way, did Dina found any more things out? About Owen, Mel, maybe the Hispanic man?" - You asked when you gathered some bullets you've found in a small storeroom next to the spot the headphones girl was sitting at. - "I mean, we can maybe continue when you confront Nora. We don't even have to stop." - You offered, but to your disappointment, Ellie just shook her head.

"Yeah, from what Dina understood when I and Jesse got back," - "Jesse is here? Our black-haired Jesse? Jackson Jesse?" - You shot back almost immediately. The girl slowly straightened up, looking at you. There was no proper time to tell you she found Jesse instead of Tommy when she was in Hillcrest. - "He went after us all the way just the other fucking day after we left Jackson. Listen, I don't know what was he thinking either?" - "Fuck it. Just tell me what Dina found out." - You mumbled angrily, shoving some chocolate bar you've found down your throat.

This situation was bad. And it was seemingly getting worse and worse with each passing hour. If you'd be in Jackson, you'd be shaken just by the thought of killing someone else. Let alone sledgehammering their skull. But there you were, doing all you had to do if you wanted to survive long enough to see another day. But with Jesse joining you in Seattle, there was another unknown added to the equation. Dina was fucking pregnant with this boy. He was another person to feed, to look after, to protect. Sure, he could be helpful in more ways than in which was he a deadweight, but still... Your gut told you that Jesse joining you on your small Seattle quest was something that was about to end fucking bad.

"Dina thinks that Owen had gone AWOL, possibly with Mel, we don't know that yet. She was mentioned in the reports about Owen." - "AWOL?" - You asked back and Ellie thought about other ways to tell you the piece of information. - "He went dark, disappeared, WLF don't know where he is at this moment." - She explained swiftly.

The piece of information made you stop everything you were doing for a small moment as you looked Ellie in the eyes again. Owen had gone dark? Did he disappear? The man who was helping Abby with every moment of fucking you up was nowhere to be found at the moment? Was there a possibility you wouldn't get him the piece of humble pie he deserved? Why was it crumbling all down? Trying to get through it, you nodded, sighing once again.

"Let's go." - Your best friend patted your shoulder, leading you through the first floor of the hospital. Yet just when you were about to leave into a small opened space with a big white tent, her arm pulled you down. - "I kinda forgot to mention they have dogs. Look around, we need some plan to get done with this... Quietly." - Ellie instructed you. The information about the dogs made you worried. What should you do with an animal like this? While you couldn't take care of the dogs, you could see a way of keeping the men under your eye.

"See that nest out there?" - You asked, motioning to the other side of the small yard. - "Get me up there and we can make it work." - So, it was decided. For the first time, you tried to keep the whole operation as quiet as possible, making sure you dispose of the dead WLFs in a way so their friends couldn't see them right away. Soon enough, you were kneeling inside the nest, having a dead sniper laying on the ground behind you. It was your time to shine while Ellie was working manually down there, making her way to the inside.

Your plan was easy - making some noise outside, diverting the attention to the yard for Ellie to have her space inside. Which you could make work because Ellie gave you a pre-prepared Molotov and another empty bottle. So far, your estimations involving proximity worked, so why would you fail now, right? First, you threw the bottle out, waiting for the first ones coming out. There weren't many of them, so had to pick a different approach.

You grabbed the rifle which was laying there, firing to the air to alert the WLFs. Sure. What now? - "Trespasser! In the tent!" - You yelled to lure them exactly where you wanted them to be. And to your surprise, they gathered around the tent, searching through it. At that moment, you felt it's right to throw the bottle. And so you did. All you did was sitting there, listening to what you've caused in horror as it slowly settled down.

The whole tent was now on fire. Because you threw a Molotov at it shamelessly. To divert their attention. Now, you were watching a group of people you've just set on fire along with the tent. First, you let yourself somewhere back there in the bridge-building. Then, you killed a guy in a gruesome way. Now, you set people on fire. But it worked because soon enough, you heard the WLF going after Ellie, who infiltrated the building.

For quite a long time, you just sat there with your back leaned to the nest's wall, looking down on the yard to see if something goes bad. It was hard to say how much time passed by when Ellie crawled out of a different end of the yard. Just one look told you the shit, whatever happened there, went downhill. Usually, you being the clumsy one, you ended up covered in blood since you entered Seattle. But now, Every small piece of Ellie's clothing was ravaged in small splashes of blood. Without much hesitation, you climbed down, dragging Ellie out of the hospital, setting back on your way to the theatre.

Once you didn't feel threatened with the WLFs, infected or the Scars, you sat Ellie down to catch some breath. - "Okay, start talking." - You mumbled to the disoriented girl. Her breath was shallow and somehow, the seemed to be out of the world. Just after you shook her shoulders, her palms gripped your forearms as she partially got back to reality. - "You're freaking me out, Ellie. What happened?" - You mumbled, watching Ellie, sitting opposite of her to keep her mentally with you at least a bit.

"It's about... Nora. She's dead." - The girl breathed out, trying to search for words to say. - "The Scars? Did the Scars kill Nora as well?" - You answered immediately to keep the flow going. Ellie shook her head and looked into your eyes. - "I did... I have... I killed her, Y/N. I did it." - Then you didn't get the issue of the situation. Ellie had murdered tens, maybe hundreds of people before. Why would Nora shake her guts so hard? - "I didn't want to, but she didn't give any other option. I chased her down to an area full of spores... And... Then... It got into me." - Ellie started to ramble, but you didn't say a word. You just listened to what she had on her mind. You've seen Ellie with tears in her eyes rarely, yet there you were, having the girl trembling under your fingers.

"It got so personal. I was standing above her when she started to swing the pipe at me, but she was already suffocating. All I could see was she and her friends hurting you and Tommy in the cabin, realizing Nora probably knows where Abby is now. And I hit her. And then I hit her again. And again." - She explained and shook her head. This was getting into her head as well, which was breaking you apart. Gently, you let the girl slowly slip into your arms as you smoothed her back with quiet hums. - "The Seattle Aquarium." - Ellie whispered suddenly. - "She might be in the aquarium."

While you gathered your mind to realize what did that mean, you didn't spot the shadow lurking behind you. But suddenly, something grabbed both of you.

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Roller disco night in the club at the beach

Can you imagine the absolute ✨flair✨ hatter would use to announce and participate in this soon to be beloved event?

Would participation be mandatory?

Would militants still be scary on roller skates?

You’re the only one with the answers we’re all desperate to know

Roller Disco

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Chishiya Shuntaro, Niragi Suguru, Arisu Ryohei, Usagi Yuzuha, Kuina Hikari (Not named, but she's there briefly)

Genre: Fluff. Roller Disco, baby!

1.6k words

I have done it! I have made the rollerskating thing a thing! I tried my best to make it as fun as possible, and even if legally you can't build a whole rink in a few days or so, this is fiction and time is a construct! I am a Time Snipper! Hehe! >:3c!

Anyways I do hope you have fun reading this. :D

Being the higher ranking members to the Beach, the sole place that had a constant source of food, water, drugs, and electricity, they got the special privilege of having to deal with Hatter a whole lot more than anyone else in the Beach.

Sometimes that meant they were dragged into his silly schemes that Hatter would concoct on a sheer whim, out of boredom and the rule that stated they were allowed to do whatever they want whenever they want. It’s led to strange ideas and occurrences, but usually they were harmless.

Today was similar, Hatter rounding up the executives and militants to the meeting room, as well as Arisu and Usagi. The latter weren’t high ranking at all, left around the 40s in the ranks, but Hatter seemed to enjoy them nonetheless.

Everyone takes their usual seat around the table, save for Last Boss continuing to stand despite the perfectly normal seat, which was taken by Arisu instead. Usagi stood nearby him, everyones attention on the leader to this entire organization. Hatter grins at them, visually brimming with excitement and a new idea that he just had to get out to his inner circle, standing up and scanning everyones expression. It ranged from faces of neutrality, boredom, and slight interest from a few, nobody matching the sheer excitement that Hatter was holding in.

After a few moments of silence, Aguni speaks up, hands folded in his lap and eyes staring straight through Hatter’s favourite sunglasses. “ Mind telling us what this is about?” His voice was tired but inquisitive, Hatter grinning and straightening to his full height, holding his arms out like he was the next coming of a flying squirrel.

“ Yes, yes! Well, I have decided that we, as Beach members, should be allowed to have access to even more fun than ever before, and I hear one of the rooms here is perfectly empty and ready to be used as something that not every place has ever seen before! People here are allowed to do whatever, yes? But there is only so much you can do here without getting bored from the usual sights, so I thought of a brilliant idea!”

“ And that is….?” Aguni’s eyebrow raises up a little, overall not knowing where he was getting at. Hatter just continues to imitate a lowercase T while emitting his usual cheerful chaotic energy.

“ We’re gonna open up roller disco!”

There was several minutes of stunned silence, everyone looking straight at the still eager tomato waterfall, Chishiya’s lip quirking in a half-amused half-mocking smile. Niragi just squints at Hatter, a look of confusion clea on his face. The others were mostly just stunned to the point where their expressions didn’t really change much, give or take minute amounts of confusion.

“ Roller….. disco.” Aguni echoes, flabbergasted. “ You want roller disco." “ Yes! Yes! It’ll be a blast for the Beach! It’ll give them some extra steam to burn off, and it’ll be fun for everyone! Who doesn’t love a good disco?” “ Who likes dancing to disco nowadays? That’s fucking boring.” Niragi pipes up, his lips curled into a mocking sneer. He scoffs, leaning back in his seat. “ And think about it, not everyone would know how to roller-skate and not look like a fucking fool. Hell, I bet the cracked egg over there doesn’t know.” He snorts, glancing at Chishiya, who ignores his glare and keeps his attention on anything else of interest to him. “ Bet you’ll just eat shit and knock yourself out on the rink.” He imitates a person with a hand, crashing it into the table with an exaggerated noise from his mouth, ending it with his tongue sticking out and a bark of a laugh.

Chishiya glances at him, eyes flicking from his face down and back up again in a smooth manner, and his lips curl again, Niragi glaring at him. “ Perhaps it’ll be your fate too~” He chimes, Niragi narrowing his eyes at the smug vanilla eclair. Aguni has to wave him down before Niragi had the chance to leap over the table to strangle Chishiya, or even pick up his gun off the table and threaten Chishiya any more.

Hatter hums at the rebuttal anyways, taking it into consideration. “ Well, then they’ll just have to suck it up and learn if they want to roll with us! The more the merrier that loves roller disco the better! Say, who thinks this is a great idea!” He raises his hand in favour, and the others quickly discuss among themselves, Hatter still vibrating with sheer joy and the thought of going rollerskating with everyone and seeing how many people make a fool of themselves so he can talk about it later in his chambers.

Eventually, a few of them raise their hands in favour, taking the majority of the total group, Hatter’s lips stretching even wider as they agreed with him.

It takes a few days before the rink was ready, a few of them having to go around and look for people with any skill in architecture and craftsmanship to eventually renovate some old rooms into a large, functional rollerskating rink. It took a little bit, but eventually the rink was approved to be skated on. Hatter even took the time to make sure the aesthetics were perfect, setting up a real disco ball in the center and painting parts of the room with fluorescent paint and arming black lights everywhere.

Then came the announcement. It was during his usual game announcements, Hatter standing over the hundreds of Beach members with a proud grin. “ Hello everyone! I know we are all excited to go out and collect cards so that we may soon get out of the Borderlands as quickly as we can, but we have a very special announcement to make before I send you all on your ways to do your best in returning the cards!” Hatter throws his hands out to the crowd, a handful of confetti flying out of his hands, soon accompanied by Kuzuryuu and Aguni setting off the confetti cannons they had in their hands at the same time, raining confetti throughout the awed crowd.

“ Now, as people may have rumoured throughout our beloved Beach, there has been a special surprise coming to everyone for a while, down in the east wing! It’s been many days, many hours of long hard work done by a group of our hardworking people, but we have finally done it! As a gift to all of us, in celebration of still fighting onwards, I, Hatter, am proud to announce that we have built a rollerskating rink for everyone to enjoy at all hours of your time! And what’s more, it’s not just regular rollerskating, but the most greatest version of all: Roller Disco!” Hatter raises his arms out with a grin, people by instinct cheering him on and applauding, many getting excited off of one another and from the thought of a new place to hang out and play. Hatter looks down among his people, giddy from being able to reveal his newest thought baby, and starts his usual encouragement to the Beach about the games and collecting their cards, sending them into a positive uproar of pride and joy before everyone filed out the doors to their possible deaths.

By the time Hatter was back, having gone to a game with his good pal Aguni, people were already flooding the room for the new rink, people skating around in circles and having a good time. It settled a warm spot in Hatter’s heart, the man running off to snatch a pair for himself to try it. In the frenzy he lost Aguni for a bit, but when he comes back out in bright white skates with orange tips and black laces, he sees Aguni already on the rink slowly making his way around by himself. Hatter doesn’t hesitate to get inside and catch up to him, grinning at his long time friend. “ Having fun?” Hatter chirps through the disco music blasting through the speakers, Aguni slowly nodding as he gets comfortable and speed up, people trying their best to skate out of the way from Aguni skating past them with a rather concentrated expression. It only made Hatter laugh, watching Aguni scare off the more frightened skaters by sheer appearance. Hatter knew Aguni never means to, he just was a more serious guy and wanted to concentrate on not eating ass in the rink.

Hatter pauses, laughing to himself. He supposes there’s nothing wrong with that~

A bit later he spots a few of his cherished other high ranked members make their way onto the scene, a few missing from either him missing them entirely or not wanting to skate at all.

Among them was Niragi and Chishiya, of course, Hatter unable to hear the taller charred rock through the music, but still getting the feeling it was one of challenge. The smaller rock of the two apparently accepted as they speed off, trying to out-skate the other. From what Hatter got to see, Niragi was quite literally pushing everyone aside in his race around the rink in order to get past, Chishiya preferring the route of dodging and even disappearing straight form Hatter’s higher vantage point before reappearing meters away from where he was last seen. It was actually impressive.

That woman that Chishiya was always with was there as well, helping a very confused Beach member on the rink as they stumbled like a wee fawn with their proud and stable mother. Something like that, at least. Hatter chuckles, still cruising along as disco pounded in his ears and people laughed around him, some tumbling and others gliding as if one air. Hell, he might’ve even seen someone with bright pink Hello Kitty skates reading a book while they skated, which was fucking magnificent.

Yeah, he wasn’t regretting this idea at all.

Even when he sees poor Arisu immediately skate straight into a wall at hyperspeeds and flip over the wall while Usagi skates after him.

Yep, no regrets.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei #usagi yuzuha #kuina hikari #look at them go!! nyooming around! #hatter can say anything he wants and somehow he gets it done :D #who won the race? that's for you to decide :) #yes hatter's rollerskates are duck shaped what of it- #everything is so shiny yet dark in there and soooooo loud #remember to brace yourself when going in :3 #the laws of building no longer applies to me this rink is perfectly safe i swear-

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Author’s Note: anon who asked for fluff 29 for last boss, I’m sorry I lost your ask but here it is 💕💕

{Prompt Masterlist}

Samura for “Because I love you.”

Ever since you had joined the militants, you had been developing an unlikely friendship with none other than the infamous Last Boss. The quiet and mysterious man brought your curiosity forward, making you always wonder what was behind the several walls that the man had between him and the rest of the world.

He had become a close friend to you, which was very rare in the Borderlands. You two both stuck by each other’s side, both in games and around The Beach. There was never a point that you were apart.

A few nosy people had commented on it, saying to you that Samura had never even let someone get half as close to him as you had. So in a way, you held a bit of pride to yourself in being able to get the man to trust you.

Samura knew his true emotions towards you though. Your insistence on trying to get close with you intrigued him, allowing to give you a chance. Only, over time, he began to notice his developing feelings for you.

At first he hated himself for it, hating that he managed to fall for someone in this place. He was there for his own survival, no one else’s. So developing care for you was like his world crashing down.

It didn’t take long for him to realise his reality though. He had to make sure you were to stay by his side, and he was foolish to ever think he would never care for someone during the time that he was in the Borderlands, so over time, he grew used to his emotions.

The night he got the chance to confess said feelings to you was cold, and he was patrolling around the pool area for any kind of trouble that was waiting to start. You had meant to have been there a few minutes ago on your shift with him, so he was starting to worry where you might’ve been.

“Samura!” you exclaimed happily, running up next to him. He glanced at you and gave you a short smile.

“Where have you been?” he asked in his monotone voice.

“I was just sorting out something with Hatter,” you answered, readjusting the small machine gun you had strapped to your jeans.

You both walked around The Beach, strolling around the bar and strutting down the long hallways, making sure no one was doing anything stupid. You talked the whole time, Samura doing nothing but listening carefully.

“What do you want to do when you escape the Borderland?” you asked out of the blue. Samura’s eyes widened at your question, taking him off guard.

“Umm...” he thought while fiddling with the fabric of his hoodie. “I’m not sure, I haven’t thought about it.”

To be honest, Samura had never really had a wish to go back to the real world. His life wasn’t the best there and being at The Beach had finally made him feel like he had a community to be a part of.

“Do you think we would see each other again?” you asked again. That question had him thinking. He would have wished for nothing more than to see your face again after the Borderland. Being with you without having the constant fear of losing you.

“Of course,” he played it off cool. “We’ll see each other again. I probably won’t be able to escape you,” he complained as you chuckled at his teasing joke.

“But besides the joke,” you began again, making Samura glance sideways to you. “Do you really want to see me again, after the Borderland?”

Samura could sense you were being serious, making him nervous. Of course he wanted to see you after the Borderland. If anything, he wanted to spend every waking moment with you, but how could he tell you that?

He thought ‘fuck it’ and just rolled with it.

“Yes,” he mumbled out nervously. “To be honest, if you don’t mind, I would like to stay around you.”

His confession took you off guard. “Huh? Why?” you questioned, stopping in your tracks.

Samura stopped a few steps in front of you and turned around giving you an almost bored look. “Because I love you, and you make me happy.”

You almost didn’t believe him because of his monotone voice. You were thinking perhaps he was making fun of you, but that wasn’t like him.

Samura turned around once again and continued walking down the hall, acting as if he didn’t just confess his love for you. In reality, his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were sweaty, but he didn’t want to show his nerves.

You stood silent, watching as he strolls away. You broke from your thoughts when he turned around and made eye contact with you again.

“You coming?” he called, nodding his head to the side to encourage you to follow.

You smiled at his invitation and jogged to catch up with him. When you got next to him, you carefully slipped your hand into his so he had the chance to reject if he wanted to. But he didn’t, making your heart warm and your smile wide.

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[madamhatter]

👫 ( for either Shanice or Take :D )

Send a 👫, and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship / accepting / @serpentinewxman​

Takehiro Kobayashi, infamous resting bitch face and cusser, is a figure that is really hard to read from anyone outside of his older sister, Anzu. However, like his sister’s mentor, exceptions existed, who has taken a shining to him after a handful of short surprise meetups. Sophie is pretty quick to read someone’s face and assess their mood after spending a significant time and interest in them, and she isn’t intimidated by both his stature and scowl; if anything, she fondly looks upon him as he reminds her of when she was younger, brasher and unrestrained, forcing an image to hide the loneliness in her heart. Everyone handles their suffering, be it by inflicting the hurt elsewhere or on themselves, Sophie believes. 

(SIBLING VERSE) On the subject of violence, only son Takehiro and second youngest to the Kobayashi-Hatter household has witnessed his fair share of scrapes and bruises on his loved ones. During Anzu’s youth, he has seen the rugged and abrasive nature she took towards anyone, making her mark as one who should never be harassed (or she’ll cuss you out and kick your teeth out). Turns out reckless abandon of one’s own personal safety is an inherited trait. There are days that, much to his surprise, Sophie returns home in unusual wear and trying her hardest to keep as quiet as possible. Those are the days she sees how much his eldest sister and third eldest sister parallel another in a haunting way, with a split lip and fresh blood, bruises notably covered by the hoodie she wears. Those are the nights (after he confronts her) they spend together in silence as she patches herself up, advising him in ways to care for himself. As to why she does it, well, if only to protect the people she loves -- that much he understands and despises about it. Why is this fucking family so self-destructive?

(SIBLING VERSE) As much of a picky eater as Sophie is, she cooks a tremendous range of foods for her family and wants everyone to have bites. It is in everyone’s best interest to never alter her food...or do it right in front of her after she served the food. Those are the few and big pet peeves she wears so openly in front of her family that both Lettie and Martha avoid her wrath by telling her outright to cook a dish a different way (which she does to appease them). However, the ridiculous amount of additives Takehiro puts in the food makes her want to pull out her hair because it’s almost like a slap to the chef’s face. There has and are bickering matches that happen between the two that she tells him something along the lines of ‘if you don’t want to eat my food as is, don’t eat it at all!’ and Takehiro is like ‘okay’ and will eat a pepper raw in her face like he’s dead set on not giving a fuck.

Sophie has such a struggle locating anything in the Kobayashi house because Takehiro inconveniences every short person by arranging and placing items of importance on heights suitable for him and him only. She has empowered herself with basic physics knowledge and goes to extreme lengths to reach something -- she has built strange contraptions or towers or even thrown things to get something down. Takehiro has seen all of this and sits back to enjoy the show, not batting an eyelash, and is ready to take a chew out from Sophie when she spots him. Rinse, wash, and repeat because this is a common occurrence. 

Shanice awakens a side of Sophie, so few people ever have the chance to be aware of or even realize she has the potential to be so, and that is her bastard side. It is done with innocent intentions whenever the older girl finds something that she could use to bother Shanice or attempt to get under her skin, like flour underneath turkey skin, to make it all the more satisfying to bite into. One of them happens to be sporadic texts that Shanice already sends her, but her texts are more catered to shake her up a bit. For example, 2 AM is around the corner, and Shanice receives a text message from Sophie like, “Think of all the snakes we could’ve had here if it weren’t for St. Peter.” 

Accent clashing happens frequently. Both of them are indescribably difficult to decipher once it kicks in -- Sophie’s accent happens to be northern (Yorkshire, specifically). She is very difficult to understand once her temper is met (or she gets very excited). Being near the other when both of them are A) very pissed off or B) very worked up/excited becomes a guessing game, and with the addition of foul language (which Sophie does not hold back on), the energy in the room is hard to understand, but neither of them cares for it. 

Enabler for another, the morbid jokes for them are rarely exchanged, if only when Sophie is past the point of caring or is so tired and fed up with the bullshit that she vents out her negative emotions through self-deprecation and inquiries on how close death is arriving. Sophie’s view on her mortality isn’t as humorous as Shanice’s, fully accepting her timely end and being patient for it. Still, it isn’t something either want to confront and continue living part of a fantasy where nothing seems too wrong with the world and not worrying for adult matters, as teenagers should be able to. 

While it’s all for formalities, Sophie invites Shanice for afternoon tea on the weekends, sounding professional and adult. Yet, the truth is that these meetups are mainly for the two of them to catch up and exchange information about their friend group -- if only because the older Sophie tends to be out of touch/lagging behind with functions because of her work. It isn’t as hostile or as mean as someone may think. It’s just two girls giggling and Sophie trying her hardest to understand the latest memes Shanice throws her way. 

#serpentinewxman #checpimitction #( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks ) #( the habanero && the pepper ) #( by affiliation we’ve resenting another since the 1100s ; by our standard that’s a normal day of spite and spats. | shanice && sophie ) #( in which we learn about the eldest ; headcanons ) #[ BOTH >:) ]

[writersplanetarium]

Facade: A Call for Revenge

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Rowan pounded his hand hard on Aelin's door anger fueling him. He knew it was her. It couldn't be anyone else. She was grinning as she opened the door, already dressed for bed in a skimpy nightgown.

"Did you need something?"

"Besides your head on a spike?" He asked.

"I'm glad your wicked skin condition has cleared up," Aelin said, leaning against the doorway, "It looked bad."

"I went to the hospital," Rowan growled, "I thought there was an actual problem. I found the foundation. I know you switched it out. People think I'm dying."

"I know! You're trending on Twitter," Aelin said, making Rowan want to knock that smug smile right off her face.

"It's one thing to screw with me between us, it's another to do it on live fucking camera. I mean peel off foundation? Are you kidding me?"

"You scratched my car to all hell!"

"After you rammed into mine!"

"Mine was an accident!"

"We had a deal to keep our shit out of the public," Rowan snapped.

"We can write it off as a prank between friends, right buddy?"

"Watch your back," Rowan threatened, storming off.

"Kiss my ass!" She shouted after him. Rowan stomped his way back to his house, slamming the door behind him. He ran a hand through his long locks, huffing as he tried to calm down. Just then his phone buzzed, alerting him he was getting a call. He pulled his phone out, seeing Fenrys' contact.

"What?" Rowan asked brashly.

"I saw your little incident on Twitter," he said, completely ignoring Rowan’s tone, "Figured you could use a big out to forget about your condition."

"I'm not fucking sick and you know it," Rowan growled.

"I know, I know. Still. Let's have a boys' night. You could find a pretty girl to take your mind off things." Of course that was his first solution.

"I don't need a pretty girl, I need hard liquor. I'll meet you at the bar in twenty." Rowan knew refusing would just mean the party being brought to him.

"Sweet! The gang's gonna meet us there. If you're late I'm hunting you down." Rowan hung up and went to his bedroom to switch out his clothes to attempt to get the hospital smell off of him. 

After changing he hopped in his car and headed down to the bar. He parked and headed inside to see the Cadre, as Aelin called them, already gathered at the bar, along with Aedion.

“Better watch out, we don’t want to catch what he’s got,” Lorcan said as soon as he saw Rowan, a smirk on his lips. Rowan flipped him the bird and ordered shots from the bartender, taking down all four in succession.

“Aelin managed to pull one over on you again?” Gavriel chuckled, taking a sip from his own drink. He was older than the others, but still fit in just as well.

“We were even,” Rowan said, “But now she’s gotta go and pull this shit.”

“You knew she’d have to retaliate. Aelin doesn’t know the meaning of the high road,” Aedion said.

“Like you have room to talk. You and her once fought for a month straight because you both refused to admit you were wrong,” Gavriel said before he turned to Lorcan, “The funny part was that Elide was actually the one who borrowed Aelin’s hairbrush to start the argument in the first place.”

“I’m not even a little surprised,” Lorcan chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Is that what happens to you to make your hair look like such shit?” Fenrys quipped. Lorcan cast him a smug look.

“That’s not from the hairbrush, that’s from her hands.” Rowan rolled his eyes, ordering one more shot. Vaughn cheered.

“Rowan is getting hammered tonight!”

“It’s the only way to deal with having a loudspeaker for a neighbor,” Rowan said.

“If it’s any consolation, it’s a school night, so Aelin will be keeping it down at least until Evangeline’s up.”

“I need to get back at her,” Rowan said as the buzz started to set in, “I have to. It’s non-negotiable.”

“You two always have to get back at each other. Maybe the best thing for you to do is nothing at all,” Connall said.

“Yeah right. I think I’m going to egg her house,” Rowan said.

“Seriously? Egg her house? What are you? Twelve?” Lorcan asked.

“No no no no no,” Vaughn said, “You have to wait. Part of your guys’ problem is that you’re too quick to react. You don’t let the knowledge that the revenge is coming do half the work for you. Wait and think of something good.”

“I’ve already got something in mind,” Rowan said, “Slightly illegal, but something.”

“Slightly?” Gavriel laughed.

“Well, technically it’d involve breaking and entering,” Rowan said, “But I might actually be able to get her to let me in if I play my cards right.”

“How come even on boys’ night, all we end up talking about are the girls?” Connall asked.

“Because women are life’s greatest pleasure, my brother,” Fenrys said, patting him on the back, “Speaking of, I see one that would make rather nice company right over there.” Rowan followed Fenrys’ gaze and saw a woman with light brown skin and shoulder length dark hair. She was moderately tall and gave off a strong, silent air. But Rowan recognized her.

“That’s Nesryn,” he informed Fenrys, “And she’s got a boyfriend.” As if on cue, Sartaq stepped up to her side, placing an arm around her waist, whispering something into her ear that made her nod and follow him to the dartboard.

“How do you know her?” Aedion asked.

“I’ve seen her go over to Aelin’s when she has her parties,” Rowan huffed, “She’s also on the same show as Dorian and Chaol. I’ve seen a few episodes. It’s pretty good.”

“Not as good as ours though,” Fenrys said, raising his glass, “To the new season.” They all raised their drinks to that.

“Are you ready for it to air?” Gavriel asked Rowan, “You know the interviews are going to really start to pile up once the season finishes on air. And all anyone’s going to want to talk about is you and Aelin.”

“We keep our shit out of the news. Or at least we’re supposed to, but now she had to go and pull that stunt this morning…”

“That can totally be written off as a prank between friends,” Vaughn said.

“It still pisses me off,” Rowan said, “But I’ve got my ideas. This isn’t over.”

“What are you planning on doing with the truck?” Lorcan asked. After buying the old, beat-up truck off of Emrys, Rowan had used it to scratch up Aelin’s car and then just left it in his garage.

“I don’t know. I might try and fix it, just to have something to do. But I don’t know shit about cars,” Rowan said.

“Good thing it’s a truck then,” Fenrys joked.

“I’ll figure something out,” Rowan replied. He could always just scrap it, but looking at it brought back the fond memory of getting to scratch up Aelin’s car, so he wasn’t inclined to. And he had been planning on trying to learn how to fix up vehicles for a while in case of an emergency. 

He hung out at the bar relatively late into the night before catching a cab home. The long, silent ride home gave his drunken mind time to think. He needed to get her back. And then his drunk brain had an idea. An awful, cruel idea that made him grin.

He pulled out his phone, setting up his plan. If she was going to disturb his life, he was going to disturb hers.

He went into his contacts, carefully working out his plan. He sent a text conversation to himself, deleting the doubled question to make it look like a conversation. Then he edited Aelin’s name and number into the top, to make it look like a friendly conversation between them.

You must think you’re so funny, huh?

Who? Me? What ever did I do?

I know you switched out the foundation, Aelin.

You have to admit I got you pretty good.

I can’t deny that, but the least you could do is tell everyone I’m not dying.

Yeah, yeah, you’re not dying or sick or whatever. Just PRANKED.

Rowan nodded in satisfaction at the conversation and screenshotted it, going to Twitter.

Confirmation that I am, indeed, not dying. Nice to have friends that keep you on your toes.

He smirked to himself as he posted it, her phone number visible at the top for his millions of followers to see

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[keelywolfe]

Drabble: Hatters Gonna Hat (baon)

Summary: One should be wary of unexpected gifts.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Notes:   A little cheering up seemed to be in order.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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From the very first moment the doctor told him he would need a cast on his leg, Edge began formulating expectation on how this would affect his day to day life. For as long as he needed to keep it elevated, cooking was off the table (no pun intended), he couldn’t navigate the stairs in the basement to the washer and dryer, but he would be able to fold the clothing if brought to him. He could work on his laptop, he could read the paper, watch the news, and catch up on darning every single holey sock in his basket.

That was what he assumed would be the case. But what he quickly learned was what the cast really did was turn him into one of Stretch’s absolutely favorite things:

A captive audience.

Not that Edge minded, not at all. If there was one bright point to this, it was getting to spend time with Stretch. There was nothing quite as charming as listening to him excitedly talk about a new experiment or describing how his latest grilled cheese was almost sacrificed upon the altar of his inattention.

Listening to Stretch was something he never, ever tired of.

So when Stretch came barging downstairs that afternoon, a wide grin already splitting his face, Edge was already saving the work on his laptop, ready to set it aside and once again take on the role of attentive audience.

He nearly skidded to a stop in front of the sofa and Edge, his hands behind his back like a child playing a guessing game as he rocked on his heels and announced, “i made you something.”

“Did you?” Edge said neutrally. He set his laptop aside; this was going to require his full attention.

“i made you a hat!” Not entirely a surprise, he’d noticed Stretch being oddly secretive with his knitting. Somewhat more surprising was when he held up what looked like a knotted handful of yarn, mostly in greys and browns.

“That seems…interesting.” Of his selection of replies, that one seemed safest.

Not that Stretch was fooled. He scoffed, “it’s a different style, doubting thomas, here let me put it on you.”

Edge immediately leaned away from his hands and the dubious hat, eyeing it warily. “You’re being a little too helpful.”

“what? i’m always helpful!” That wide-eyed wounded expression that was about as believable as his next ploy, "don't you trust me?"

"With life and limb, always, with my dignity, almost never," Edge said dryly. That hurt look took on a surprisingly effective wibble, his chin quivering as he met Edge’s stare pleadingly. Edge sighed deeply and surrendered. “Fine, go ahead.”

It was almost worth the upcoming disgrace to see that beaming smile on Stretch’s face. With a few quick movements, the ‘hat’ was nestled snugly on his head. The yarn itself was very soft and warm, the hat covering his entire skull and it seemed to have a sort of face shield as well. That might be useful on days when he was shoveling their sidewalk.

The problem was that Stretch was snickering before he even finished tugging the hat into place. By the time he stepped away, one hand covering his mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle that laughter, Edge was resigned to his fate. “What have you done?”

“wait, wait,” Stretch giggled. He pulled out his phone, unmoved by Edge’s glare as he snapped a few pictures. Only when he turned his phone to Edge and showed him did he understand.

The hat looked as if there were two horns sprouting from the sides, standing in stiff, upright peaks from a cap of gray, and the face shield was in fact a knitted beard that hung all the way down to his chest, with long braids making up a sort of moustache. The effect of his deep crimson eye lights glaring out made him look like some sort of cheaply-made undead Viking in one of those horrid old movies that Stretch loved so.

Stretch was doubled over with laughter by now, tears standing out in his sockets and Edge could only shake his head and tug the hat off. “Your sense of humor could use a tune up, love.”

“nah, i think it’s in perfect working order,” Stretch snickered. He wiped at those looming tears. “come on, that was hilarious.”

“Hilarious,” Edge said, deadpan. He pointed a sharp finger at his husband, “I better not see that picture on twitter or Instagram or any other social media platform where my staff can see it.”

“aw, come on, babe, would i do that to you?” And there was a genuine touch of offended hurt.

“No,” Edge agreed softly, “you wouldn’t. That said—"

It was probably an honest mistake that Stretch stayed within reach, his awful depth perception of his working against him. The cast that kept Edge as a captive audience wasn’t enough to slow him from grabbing hold of Stretch’s arm, reeling him laughingly in. Despite his squirming, Edge forced the hat on him, the beard hanging crookedly as Stretch fought weakly, giggling too hard to be very effective.

Edge held him down with one hand, snatching up his phone with the other to take a few hasty pictures. Most of them were blurry smears but a few shots framed Stretch’s newly, if somewhat messily, bearded face.

By the time he finished, Stretch was sagging weakly across his lap, the hat still askew on his skull as he gasped for breath.

“There we are, a few pictures for your twitter,” Edge told him, flipping through the shots until he found the best one. That one, of Stretch with his head tipped back, his laughing smile visible beneath the tangle of yarn, he texted to Stretch.

“thanks, babe.” The gratitude in those words was for more than the picture and when he cupped Edge’s face in his hands, kissing him through that false beard, all Edge wanted was to taste the sweetness of that smile.

He might be the captive audience, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hold on just as tight.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[justkending]

Knock, Knock. Epilogue.

Series Summary: You are a really good friend of the Padalecki family. Your apartment gets infested with all kinds of problems, so you have to move in with your friends for a couples of days. Little did you know who you would run into while staying there.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3600+

A/N: And just like that, the series is over. Thank you so much for the love and support on this story. It was one of my most liked ones, and I feel the same towards it. I hope I did the end justice, and I hope you all enjoy. Much love to you all:)

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Epilogue

A little over 8 months had passed. Which means that is was Jensen’s and yours 1 year anniversary. And oh what the year had been filled with. 

For one, Jared and Gen ended up having their little bundle of joy just about 2 weeks ago. When she had told you she was pregnant she was already pushing past 1 month. And just like Gen hoped, it was a baby girl. They named her Odette, and she had all the fire and spark as Gen did even at a young age. Tom, Shep, and Jared were and are all wrapped around her finger, and give her the world. 

Jensen was now back for a month or so while they take a hiatus for the mid series in Supernatural. You’re relationship has bloomed even more bringing you closer to each other, and it was as if you two were still in the honeymoon stage of it still. 

You had been to a few conventions now with him, and WOWZA was that an experience you wouldn’t mind having just as much as him. 

The fans seem to really like you, and a lot were asking for pictures with you as well as Jensen. Much to your surprise, they liked you so much that they even made you fan art and wrote letters to you. They were apart of the sweetest fandom that you had ever met. 

Today was the last day of the Dallas Comic Con, and since it was summer break, you were able to join Jensen for all of it this time. And thanks to his help, you surprised your sister and dad to come to the convention with all kinds of VIP tickets so they could meet whoever they wanted. Every once in awhile, they would hang out with you and some of the cast of Supernatural, but they also branched out and went on their own tours. Jensen was kind enough to get your mom, Charlie, and Sadie plane tickets to come as well, but they were sightseeing Dallas instead of staying at the convention. You were just glad that they were all having fun, and experiencing a little of what you get to.

“Hey sweetheart?” Jensen asked from the bathroom of your shared hotel suite. “Have you seen my hat?”

“Which one?” you asked putting on the last bit of your mascara.

“The ball cap I got from Aspen Hatter’s?” he shouted. 

“Is that the all black one?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s was on the chair in here last I saw. I may be under some of your clothes.” you said pulling back and giving yourself a once over. 

You were wearing high waisted jeans with a simple off the shoulder black long sleeve shirt tucked in. Your now much longer hair, was straight and parted down the middle.

“Where-?” Jensen said coming out of the bathroom and stopping just as he saw you. He let out a low whistle, and you turned seeing him eye you up and down. 

“Oh stop.” you laughed waving him off. 

“How can I? I’m dating that.” he pointed at you before coming up and giving you a quick kiss and going to the chair. “You know, you’re going to steal all the attention from my fans if you keep looking like that.” he joked as he moved clothes off the chair to find his hat. “Got it!”

“I doubt they’re looking at me when-” you moved over grabbing the cap he put on and twisting it to where it was backwards. “You look like this. Very Dean Winchester today with the flannel, hmm?” you hummed.

“Yeah, cause I know you like it.” he said in a more sultry voice. 

“You’re not wrong.” you said leaning up to give him a kiss, but just before you you made contact you pulled a way and gave him a teasing look. “And I know how much you love me teasing you.”

“Not true.” he growled his eye blowing up in lust. 

“Well, sad day for you cause we are late, and don’t have time to mess around.” you said pulling back while his hold your waist lingered as you got closer to the door. 

Just as you were about to open it, his hand grabbed your wrist, and spun you around.

“That was mean.” he whispered inches from your face. 

“What are you going to do about it?” you whispered back with a smirk written across your face showing mischief.

“Well…” he started leaning in, and grabbed your waist pulling your flush to his. His hand snaked behind your neck pulling your face closer to his, and a certain heat grew in you. Just mere centimeters from your lips he stopped, and looked back up in your eyes. “You’ll have to see later. I’m late.” he winked before letting go and opening the door behind you and walking out. 

“You little!” you shouted towards him in the hall, and he turned shooting you finger guns, and another wink as he walked proudly to the elevator. “I’m so gonna-” you took a deep breath laughing at him, and ran back to grab your purse before running to catch up with him. 

“It’s not fun being teased is it?” he said in a sing song voice once it was just you two in the elevator. 

“I’d watch yourself Ackles. You may have just declared war.” you said slyly crossing your arms, and leaning in the opposite corner of the small room. 

“Well I think I have a fighting chance. You can’t hold yourself back for too long.” he said watching the numbers get smaller, and with a wide smile on his face.

“We’ll see about that.” you said turning and sending him your best game face.

Something about it made him shiver a little. You looked determined, and now he was kinda scared that you were really going to give him hell. His smile fell, and he was about to ask if you were serious when the doors opened showing Jared and Clint on the other side.

“Y/N, you don’t mean-” he started.

“Clint, Jared!” you said shifting to a whole other personality. “You guys ready?”

“Yes ma’am!” Clint smiled motioning for you to take the lead.

“Thank you sir.” you smiled placing a soft touch on his shoulder and marching ahead of them knowing exactly where to go by now. There was a sway in your hip and you knew Jensen was watching every swift motion you gave them. 

“Something seems off.” Jared said as they both started following after you.

“She teased me so I teased her back.” he let out a long sigh as he ran a hand down his face. “I think I started a war.”

“Ooo man. Bad move. The women always win that one.” Jared chuckled slapping his friends back. 

“Yeah I know. I haven’t won this game ever.”

___

“My question is for Jensen!” a young girl in the crowd asked.

You were off to the side of the stage watching the panel with Gen who had baby Odette cradled in a carrier on her chest. She had decided to come to this one since it was semi-close to home. The boys were at their grandma’s house, and just baby O was there since she was so young. 

You were watching Jared and Jensen being the dorks they were. They were about 10 questions in so far. A lot of them about the show, and certain episodes, and a couple of Jared and the new baby.

“Sure thing sweetheart. Lay it on me.” Jensen smiled, turning to the teenager asking the question.

“We heard Y/N is here, in your hometown, and that you guys are celebrating your 1 year anniversary. Do you guys have anything special planned?” she smiled brightly.

You both knew it was your anniversary, but you planned on celebrating it tomorrow since you were headed home then. With the convention, it was too much of a hassle to plan around it.

“Uh, actually, I have something planned, but she doesn’t know that I do.” he answered.

You turned your head at that, and looked over at Gen who was bouncing up and down with O, and she just sent you a shrug.

“Well, now she does cause she’s right over there and just heard me say it.” he laughed pointing over to you.

Instantly, everyone who hadn’t seen you before, which was a good chunk of the room, started going ballistic. You waved at them and smiled.

“There she is folks by my lovely wife!” Jared shouted, and Gen waved beside you. 

“They hate when we do that don’t they?” Jensen asked turning to Jared. 

“Eh, I think Gen likes the spotlight.” Jared joked getting a glare from Gen. “See? Look at that beautiful scowl. Aweeeee.” he said getting the crowd to join in with him. “Ok, ok. Jensen I interrupted your question.” he said patting his back.

“Yeah dude. Come on!” Jay exaggerated. “Was that all you got for me sweetheart?” 

“Well, is there any hints you can give us or her about what you plan on doing?” she continued to ask.

You were curious yourself so when you made eye contact with him you quirked a brow and tilted your head as you crossed your arms. 

“Oh no. Look what you did. I’m getting a scowl as well.” he said shaking his head. “I hope that’s a loving scowl Y/N/N.” you didn’t move. “I honestly have no idea if I’m safe after this panel.” he said getting a laugh from the crowd. “No, but uh-” he went back to the question. “I can give you the hint that it’s romantic, but I can’t say much more. The crowded let out a said awe, and Jensen laughed. “Sorry folks, but it’s a surprise.”

A surprise indeed. Later that night, he had Gen come and help you pick out an outfit for the night out on the town before you left tomorrow. You weren’t sure exactly what his plan was, but Gen told you a simple dress would do the trick. 

You picked a simple black dress with gold stars all over it. You grabbed some hoop earrings, and a pair of comfortable heels, and swung your purse over your shoulder.

“And you’re sure this isn’t too much for tonight?” you asked smoothing out the dress.

“Promise. You look great.” she said swaying Odette in her arms. “I wish I could have a night out soon, but we may be waiting a few weeks before that happens.” she laughed looking down at her daughter.

“Oh let me see her.” you gushed moving toward her. 

“She just ate. I don’t want her to spit up on you.” Gen said easing her into your arms as you started swaying her in your spot.

“Nonsense. Give me the burp rag, and I’ll be fine.”

“Ok, whatever you say.”

You looked down at the little girl in your arms, and couldn’t believe how much like her mom and brothers she was starting looking like. You were lost in the baby thoughts until your friend snapped you out of it. 

“Can you see yourself here in a couple of years?” she said grinning at you.

“I’m not sure when, but I for sure want it.” you said never breaking your stare from Odette. 

“Awe, you and Jensen making little Ackles. How sweet!” She jumped in her seat. “I’m waiting for it.”

“Calm your tits. We need to get married first.” you laughed making Odette giggle. “Wait a minute. Did she just-”

“Laugh?” Gen said jumping up and running to look down at her. “She did! That was her first laugh!”

“Is me getting married funny to you?” you said peppering kissing on Odette's face only making her laugh more. “You little turd!”

“And what’s going on in here?” you heard Jensen coming in with Jared close behind.

“Jar! Y/N just made Odette laugh for the first time!” Gen shouted pointing down at the baby in your arms. 

“What? Do it again!” he shouted coming to your other side as you all looked down at her. 

“I don’t know how. I was just talking.” you laughed. 

“Well talk!” Jared smiled.

“Hey O, what did you think was so funny?” you smiled at her. Only getting a grin. “I think I know what got her.” you said leaning down and kissing her all over again. Sure enough the giggling started and she made a loud laugh.

“Awe, O! Look at you go!” Jared said taking her and swaying with her himself. 

“You’re something else with kids aren’t you?” Jensen said behind you making you turn to see him in a nice button up, and a pair of his nicer jeans.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” you shrugged. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, but uh do you want to bring the throw up rag with you?” he said pointing to your shoulder.

“Right. Probably not the most romantic accessory.” you winked taking it off and putting it by Gen who was gushing over her kid with her husband. “Hey, we’ll see you guys later ok?”

“Hmm mmm. See you in a bit.” they said never looking up at you.

“They really are in trouble, aren't they?” Jensen said wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“That’s putting it lightly.” you laughed. “Ok,-” you turned to him. “Show the way Ackles.”

“After you Y/L/N.” he motioned for the door.

You went to the lobby and into the car that Clint let you and Jensen drive for the evening. 

“So where are we going?” you asked propping your arm on the console, and resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him. 

“Can’t tell you. That’s the point of a surprise.” he said side eyeing you and laughing.

“Not even a hint?”

“I gave you a hint. Romantic remember?”

“You’re awful.” you huffed upset you couldn’t get him to spill. 

“You love it.”

“Not right now.” you said sagging in your seat.

“Hey,-” he said grabbing your hand. “You look really beautiful tonight.” he said turning for a second to give you sweet eyes before turning back to the road. 

“Nice save.” you said squeezing his hand. 

He ended up taking you to an old restaurant that he claimed he went to all the time as a teenager, and then ice cream after. The last stop was the stop that mattered the most. He said this was where he went when he came home from work, or LA and would stay to clear his head. Not many people knew about it other than his parents and siblings. 

About a 10 minutes drive later, you showed up to a nice little park. It was vacant for the most part, and looked over a pond with ducks and geese.

Jensen came around to your side of the car, and opened the door ever the gentleman.

“Thank you kind sir.” you said playfully taking his hand he extended to you.

“Anything for a princess.” he winked interlacing your hands and shutting the door behind you. 

You turned to the view and saw that the sun was setting just behind the pond. It was stunning, and the perfect time to be there.

“Wow. Look at that view.” you let out in a breath captivated by the beauty.

“I know. It’s something isn’t it?” he said softly.

You turned seeing that he wasn’t watching the sun, but was studying you instead.

“I was talking about the sunset.” you giggled with a laugh.

“And I was talking about you.” he winked pulling you closer as he started walking along the hike path. “Sunset’s not bad either.” he shrugged.

“You’re a dork.” you laughed on his shoulder. 

“And I take pride in it.” he nodded. 

You both walked for about a block in comfortable silence taking in your surroundings. There were beautiful trees, and flowers sprouted along the path, and you weren’t surprised that this is where he would come to clear his mind. It was calming, stunning, and very humbling.

“So in about 25 yards is where I would come to sit and think. It’s kinda hidden, and you really have to be looking for it to find it.” Jensen said pointing to a little opening in the woods.

“Should I be worried that you brought me out here to kill me?”

“No!” he laughed making his body vibrate.

“I don’t know…” you dragged out. “You could have just fed me my last meal, and now you’re dragging me out into the woods. Sounds sketchy to me.” you said nudging his hip.

“Ok, no more horror movies for you… or supernatural.” he said nudging you back and going to grab your hand again. “Come on it’s right here.”

He moved a few branches, and dangling vines out of the way, and you started to see a subtle warm light from behind them.

“Jay what’s-” you stopped mid sentence seeing a swarm of Edison light bulbs strung all around you in this little meadow nook. It was as if the trees had created a dome, and the only light besides the Edison bulbs was the last bits of the pink and red colors of the sunset leaking through. “Oh my…” you said taking it in and walking in further as Jensen stayed behind watching you look at his hiding spot. “Jensen this is stunning.” you breathed out slowly turning in your spot. 

Just as you came back to face Jensen, you saw he was no longer standing, but was instead on one knee only a few feet away from you.

Your hands came up involuntarily, and covered your mouth. This wasn’t happening was it? You wanted to say something, but nothing came out. You were in shock.

Jensen was grinning up at you, and that’s when you saw the little velvet box in his hand. A single tear escaped your eye, and you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Jay-”

“Y/N. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were something else.” he said cutting you off. You sniffled and let out a laugh as you let him continue. “Even hungover, in clothes two times your size, you caught my eye in an instant.”

“I was a mess.” you laughed. 

“A mess that was still as gorgeous as a goddess.” he said smiling at you still. “Then when you said you needed a home, I didn’t think twice about bringing you into my life that way. It was rash and not thought through, but it was the best risk I ever took. Because of that one little risk… It led to so many others. Rooming with someone I knew I had feelings for, going to your family’s for Christmas, confessing those feelings in hope you reciprocated them, and tons more.”

You sniffled at his confessions, and wiped away your tears with one hand as he grabbed the other in his.

“And with each risk, I learned that I love taking them with you because you always go with them and don’t second guess them. Because of that.” he opened the box, and grabbed your hand again. “I want to take another. Will you marry me?”

You let out a laugh at how shocked you were. You definitely didn’t see your evening turning out like this. 

“YES! Absolutely YES!” you jumped as he stood up and placed the ring on your finger.

He laughed as you both went to kiss each other passionately. So much love was put behind the gesture. You would have had a full on make out session, but the cheer of other people pulled you away from each other. Still wrapped around his neck you turned your head to see Jensen’s family, Gen and Jared, your family, and most of the cast from supernatural coming out of the trees they were hiding in.

“Oh my God! What in the world?” you shouted, turning to them with Jensen still holding onto you.

“Congrats!” they all shouted. Gen and Sadie being the first to run to you and give you a giant hug. 

“How did you-”

“Jensen’s had this mapped out for months.” Gen explained. “We helped him set up while you guys were eating, and stayed in the background to watch it happen!” 

“You guys!” you smiled holding back more tears, and giving them more hugs. 

After about 15 minutes of thanking everyone for helping and coming, you came back to Jensen who was glowing just as much as you. 

“You did all this?”

“I’ve been kinda mapping it out since we started dating.” he shrugged, pulling your waist to his. 

“Seriously?”

“I knew you were the one pretty fast. Thought I might as well get a head start on it.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Well, you did amazing.” you turned motioning to your mingling friends and family and your surroundings. “I couldn’t have asked for a better way for this to happen.”

“I’m glad. Now all that’s left is to plan the wedding.” he said kissing you.

“Yeah, but that’s just a small detail.” you joked kissing him back. 

You pulled back and rested your foreheads on each others. 

“I love you a lot.” you whispered. 

“I love you so much more.” he said. 

And like that… You were on your way to being Mrs. Ackles.

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