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glxssylaufey · 3 years

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Mischief Maker - fic teaser

a/n: this is my very first time writing so please forgive me if it’s not that great or if there’s lots of mistakes! i hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

summary: loki x reader ; There’s a new guest staying at the Avengers Tower. To make matters worse, the reader is put in charge to watch over the new member of the compound.

word count: 1,782

warnings: none

There was something exceptional about the way you could stroke your paintbrush upon a canvas so many times until an entire story formed upon the platform. You were sat on top of a grassy hill about a mile or so from the Avengers tower, basking in the warm sunlight while you painted away at a piece you had worked on for quite some time now. Being an Avenger was all you could have ever asked for, but of course it had its moments that never failed to make you completely irritable. Whether it be Tony’s constant fuss about literally anything or even Thor simply chewing too loud. Because of this, you found painting was an excellent outlet for all the negative energy that builds up throughout time. Not to mention the pieces you made were high quality. You had never attended any kind of art school in the past, the talent had come to you naturally.

Though like most great things, nothing lasts forever. Your concentration was abruptly interrupted when your phone started ringing. Glancing down at your phone, you weren’t at all surprised to find that the caller was Tony. You swore that man had something going on practically every hour of the day. Not even giving the call a second thought, you continued your gentle painting. Of course, Tony was stubborn. A second round of ringing started almost immediately after the first had finished. Sighing with obvious displeasure, you sat your brush down and wiped your hands of any wet paint. Clearing your throat, you quickly tap the accept button and hold the phone to your ear.

“Tony, I’m-”

“Busy, yes, yes, aren’t we all?” he cuts you off. You roll your eyes. “Listen, I just need you to get in here, we’re having an emergency meeting.”

As much as you would have loved to keep the day as peaceful as it was, you were an Avenger and had a job to do. Besides, Tony never called to have an emergency meeting unless it was truly an emergency. Glancing to the direction of the tower, you sigh into the phone.

“I’ll be in soon. This better be good.” you grumble before ending the call, not even waiting for Tony’s response.

When you entered the tower, you immediately made your way to the kitchen to wash both your hands and art supplies. Much to your dismay, you found that Tony was already there waiting for you. You weren’t necessarily going to avoid him, but you were contemplating setting off this meeting for as long as possible. This was supposed to be a relaxing day after all.

“Aha! You’re finally here Picasso, now get over here.” he spoke in his usual pushy manner. He took long strides towards you and snatched everything out of your hands, quickly setting them down on the counter with very little care.

At this point, what could you really do besides listen to him to get this whole situation over with?

“Good god, Stark, what’s going on here?” you asked, making the irritation in your voice noticeable. Tony simply scoffs as he quickly walks you into the next room where everyone else was uncomfortably sitting.

“Well, I don’t think ‘good god’ is the way to put it.” he sarcastically states, pushing you softly into the meeting room. Tony’s remarks suddenly make sense when your eyes meet the god that was sitting in the room, handcuffed and muzzled. He looked at you through dark eyelashes, a strand of raven hair resting upon his face. Loki. Knowing his past, you were surprised at how calmly he sat there next to his brother in a room full of the same heroes that took him down. You weren’t an Avenger during the attack on New York, but you most certainly heard all the stories. From the traumatic experiences, to the excessive repair to the city, you’ve heard all the things imaginable. Not that you needed very much explanation, seeing as you lived in New York when the incident happened.

“Is this some kind of joke?” you ask, turning to look at Tony, your voice barely a whisper. There was a quiet wave of sighs from the rest of the Avengers in the room, almost as if they all already knew your reaction ahead of time.

“Oh, I sure hope so.” Tony spoke loudly. “If this is a joke, now’s the time to tell us, Point Break.”, he said, stepping to the side so he could create full eye contact with the blonde god.

“This is not a joke, Stark.” Thor claimed, keeping the eye contact as he stood from his previous seat. “My brother has spent a great deal of time in the dungeons back on Asgard. He has changed.”

There was a small exhale from Bruce that caught your attention. When you looked at him you found a look of impatience on his face.

“So why bring him back to Earth?” Bruce asked, lightly pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I decided it would be best to allow my brother to work here as an Avenger.” Thor explained. The remark made your eyes go wide. “Do you all not agree that keeping him here in our sight is better than allowing him to wander free where he could possibly do more harm than good?” Thor’s suggestion caused Tony to throw his hands up in the air.

“Then I don’t really think he’s really changed that much if we have to babysit him.” he advised. You sighed lightly and looked back to the older brother.

“I don’t know, Thor.” you started “I have to agree with Tony. Plus, I’m sure the rest of us are thinking the same thing.” you gestured towards the rest of the people in the room. Thor scanned the room to find both Natasha and Steve nodding their heads in silent agreement. But Thor was relentless.

“Please, Lady Y/N, I assure you my brother means no harm.” he turned to you with pleading eyes. “I beg that you give him just ten days to prove himself worthy of an Avenger. I beg you all.”

You had always had a soft spot for Thor and watching him look around the room desperately at everyone wasn’t helping you at all. Thor Odinson was one of your closest friends and you felt you owed it to him to allow his brother to share the compound with the rest of the team. Even if the brother in question was a cold-hearted mass murderer.

“If nobody else will agree to keep tabs on him, I will.” you agreed with a heavy sigh. There was a loud eruption of voices from the room, Clint had even walked out. They didn’t seem to matter though, as all you could focus on was the excitement on Thor’s face.

“Oh, it’s a miracle!” Thor exclaimed, ushering towards you to pull you into a bear hug. “My family will be forever grateful, Lady Y/N!” he vowed as he nearly squeezed the life out of you.

While Thor proceeded to embrace your body to his, you couldn’t help but look over his shoulder to Loki who still sat so motionless. After moments of staring, he slightly cocks his head to the side, carefully observing you. Observing the person that would act as his chaperone for the next couple days. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something about his piercing gaze made your skin crawl. Thor finally sets you back onto your feet, snapping back to reality. You soon realize that you were just left in the room with Tony, Steve and the two brothers.

“Like you said, Thor, he gets ten days!” Tony declared, walking out of the room. Thor quietly mutters something under his breath before turning back to Loki, who was now craning his neck to look up at his older brother. Thor began to speak to him when you felt a hand placed tenderly on your shoulder. When you turned around, you were met with Steve who had clear concern written all over his body language.

“Are you sure you’re up for this? This is Loki you’re dealing with.” Steve spoke in a whisper. You nodded quickly, not giving what he was saying much thought. Mostly because you knew that if you dwelled on the situation, you would start to panic.

“Of course I’ll be okay. I wouldn’t have agreed if I knew I couldn’t handle it.” you confirmed to him. Steve could tell you were anxious, yet he let you be. He gives you a small pat on the shoulder before exiting the room as the rest of the Avengers did. Looking back towards the gods, you found Loki was standing and out of his chains while Thor removed his muzzle in a not so brotherly manner. Loki was tall, much taller than you that’s for sure. The only person that stood taller than him was Thor, even then he was only taller by an inch or so. Once it seemed like Thor was done practically unwrapping Loki, you slowly took a step towards the two of them.

“I’ve told Loki that you shall tell me if he starts to misbehave.” Thor confirmed to you with a caring smile. Loki gives a curt scoff and rolls his eyes, making your body go tense with nervousness. Thor must have noticed because he gave his brother a swift shove in the back. “I will leave you two alone. Please tell me if things go wrong, Y/N.” and with no further instruction, you were left alone with the God of Mischief himself. The room felt heavy with silence as Loki continued to look everywhere in the room except for you. Although you did not mind at all, seeing his stares seemed to make you jittery. You couldn’t help but jump a little when you finally heard him speak.

“Am I allowed my own chambers or will I be forced into that cage again?” he asked with bitterness. His voice was deep and smooth, it almost seemed to echo in your ears. When you looked back up at him, you noticed he still wasn’t looking at you much to your relief.

“Oh, um, no. I’ll show you to your room.” you spoke quickly once you remembered how to form words again. You turned on your heels towards the door to lead Loki to one of the spare rooms in the Avengers compound. It was at that moment that you began to question your chaperoning skills if you couldn’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes. One thing was for sure, these were going to be a very long ten days.

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god-of-dust · 3 years

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since i already posted Rising Sun, i thought that it would be interesting to show part of my writing process for it. this is part of the first, unedited draft that i wrote without any finesse and then rewrote completely. notice the “send help” bit XD

He waits until Aang's finished with his mantras before speaking. “Can I have your opinion on something?”

“I'm listening,” Aang says, voice deep and resonant.

“The anniversary of the genocide will be in a few months,” he begins, unsure on how to approach the subject.

Slowly, Aang exhales, rolls his shoulders and neck and opens his eyes to look at Zuko. “Yes.”

“I'd like to make it an official day of remembrance.” He passes a hand through his hair, gathering his thoughts.

“That's... incredibly thoughtful, Zuko. Thank you.”

Zuko scratches at a bit of sealing wax that's stuck to his desk. “The power I have means nothing if I don't use it to right the wrongs that my family has done. To be honest, there's a lot that needs to be mended, especially when it comes to your people, and even for this anniversary I have no idea what to do. What's the appropriate way to do this?”

“In truth, I have no idea either.” Aang briefly clutches his beads. “Now that the war is over, I have more space to think about what happened and how I want to honor my people so that their teachings aren't forgotten, but it's—well, a lot.”

“I was thinking about theatre—a play that tells the real story, what truly happened that day, instead of that bullshit militaristic propaganda we've been fed during the war.” Zuko offers cautiously.

“That could work. Can I think about it some more?”

“Of course you can. But, um, on the topic of propaganda... there's also something else I've been meaning to ask you.”

“There's always something else,” Aang says, and even though his tone is neutral Zuko still flinches. There's unconcealed tiredness in those words, one that Zuko is well-acquainted with; long nights spent wondering if the demands of his title will pile up and pile up until they swallow him whole, followed by long days where he brushes away the bruises under his eyes and puts on his best diplomatic face to attend to those very same demands.

“I'm working with my advisors to completely rewrite the school curriculum. They've been a great help, but for all their genuine interest they've been indoctrinated about Air Nomads as much as anyone else in this nation. I want kids to be taught about your culture, and for that I need you.” Before Aang can reply, Zuko speaks again. “I know that I'm asking too much. I know that this would be yet another responsibility you got saddled with... but you're also the best person possible for this.”

Aang's smile is a wry, bitter thing that makes Zuko's chest ache like a hollowed out tree. “Not the best. The only one.”

“You're not the only one. I could recruit some of the Air Acolytes if you think it's a good idea.”

“No, that wouldn't be enough,” Aang says, shaking his head minutely. “They're passionate scholars, and their presence soothes the part of me that was afraid that any hope for community had been lost. Still... they can never get it completely. There are things that can't be taught, only lived.”

There's nothing that Zuko can reply to that. No words will ever be enough to restore what has been destroyed and taken away from Aang; as much as that wound appears to be scarred and healed, Zuko can see that there's a well of grief that Aang doesn't let anyone get close to.

Some gaps can never be closed, but others can.

He rises from his desk and crosses the distance between them, kneeling before Aang. They're at the same height now, and Zuko gently presses his forehead against Aang's; after a small moment of hesitation, he places a hand against Aang's cheek. This tentative touch is all he has to offer.

“I wish I didn't have to ask this of you,” Zuko murmurs, eyes closing in surrender, thumb stroking soft skin.

They breathe together like this, slipping into a state of shared equilibrium. It doesn't erase the pain, but it makes it bearable. A thing that they both can carry together.

“I'm the last airbender. I won't disrespect my people by running away. Besides, I'm the Avatar, and my voice carries authority that I'm meant to use exactly for reasons such as these.”

Zuko sighs. Outside of the window, where the sky is beginning to darken, a handful of stars begin to emerge from its expanse. “I want more than anything to see you at peace, and yet I find myself burdening you with heavy choices, over and over.”

“Your choices aren't easy either, Zuko.”

“No, they aren't. But then, I'm honor-bound to rule this nation to the best of my abilities, regardless of my wishful thinking about how easier it should be.”

Aang squeezes one of his shoulders, reassuring him with a simple touch.

I know how it feels. You're not alone.

And Aang does understand, better than anyone else. The feeling of suffocation that comes with the high stakes involved in any misstep, the anxiety that has taken permanent residence under Zuko's ribs ever since his coronation. He never speaks about it, not out loud, and he's glad that he doesn't need to.

Aang puts a hand on the back of Zuko's neck, lightly kneading the lingering tension away.

Why is it that Aang makes it easy to accept a touch so loving and tender? He'd struggled to accept his uncle's hugs and comforting pats, feeling unworthy of his freely given affection.

Aang doesn't owe him anything. And yet here Zuko is, unmoving, his own palm still cupping Aang's tranquil face, fingers tracing absent patterns on it. Thoughts slip away, awash by the simplicity of this moment.

"Be here, Zuko. There's a lot we must do, a lot that's been appointed onto us, but now we have this."

"Thank you," Zuko whispers, and he means it.

The pressure of Aang's hand on Zuko grounds him. They breath as one, and for a moment they are one, a single essence.

“The first time I entered the Avatar state I experienced visions of the world that can't be expressed with words,” Aang says. “I saw the oneness of all things. I saw impermanence, the mutable nature of everything. Going back to being myself, with a body, after that... It took a bit of adjusting. Okay, a lot of adjusting.”

“How did you do it?” How can a person contain all that? is what Zuko wishes to ask, though he doesn't quite dare.

“I don't know. It's an apparent contradiction that I have yet to come to terms with. I have a duty as Avatar Aang that I'm meant to uphold, while having witnessed that, ultimately, I have no separate identity at all.” An exhale, long and deep. “Sometimes it feels meaningless. Why bother, why struggle, when we are all one and the same? But it's what we're here to do, what I am here to do.”

“You're the most selfless person I know.” It tumbles out of Zuko's mouth, unfiltered. Aang is... all that.

At Aang's age, Zuko had only cared about firebending forms and maybe his crush on Mai. He'd still hoped for his father's approval. Then there's Aang, a hero, a survivor, who's seen more than any person would be able to bear; the most profound loss, the glory of victory, and the ultimate detachment from it all.

It's impossible that this larger-than-life being can be so unassuming. That he has love for Zuko, so much that his scarred heart can drown in it.

Never has he felt so cherished, with no strings attached, no familial bonds, no hidden treachery glistening behind constructed gestures.

His chest isn't hollow anymore. It feels full, the fuller it's been in a long time, overflowing him. The naked affection he holds for Aang is humbling, devastating.

Aang has the supreme quality of making Zuko feel like he belongs. They belong together, as strange and different as they might be, as conflicted Zuko might feel about it. It doesn't matter.

When Aang talks about oneness, this is what Zuko can compare it to. Their mingled breaths, Aang's hand on his skin. That time at the Sun Warriors temple, along with now. They have everything. They are everything, and when they're together, Zuko can believe that they can achieve anything, overcome any struggle.

There's no obstacle big enough to stop their combined strength.

Is this what unconditional love is? The complete, utter perfection Zuko feels?

Nothing can mar this. Not when Aang is with him.

“I want to be there for you. I want to do everything in my power to provide reparation, to acknowledge the harm that's been done to your people, to offer my effort to make it right again... but I don't know how. I need you, Aang.” He stares into his eyes, gold meeting gray. “I need you to teach me. To tell me if I'm doing it wrong.”

“Okay,” Aang says, simply. “I'll be your advisor in this.”

“I'm so sorry that I'm asking this of you. I'm sorry that this is yet another burden piled up on top of your other responsibilities.”

Aang sighs. It's not a sad sigh, nor a frustrated sigh. Just... a deep exhale. “Someone has to do it. Might as well be me.”

“I wish you didn't have to.”

“Wishing is pointless. We might as well act on what we have.”

Zuko shakes his head. “I still can't accept the things that I suffered through. I haven't forgiven my family for what they've done. My father is rotting in prison, and he deserves it. For what he's done to me, to you, to this nation. The fact that you can be so calm about it... how? How can you be so calm?”

“Forgiving is not forgetting. What has been done has been done, and it's still impressed in my memory and will always be. But punishment serves no one.”

“So he should just... not pay for what he's done? Where's the justice in that?”

“Justice is meaningless. Justice is the illusion of balance, based on false ideas of truth.”

“Aang I don't fucking get it. He's a genocidal maniac. Send help.”

“The pain he's caused can't be mended through punishment. It cannot be solved in any way. We can only acknowledge that pain and make sure that it doesn't happen again. And... I'm glad that you're thinking about this. It warms my heart that you feel this way.”

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hellishhin · 3 years

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Unfamiliar Servitude

Length: ~3,100 words

Content warnings: Very mild servant/master interactions

Post themes: High fantasy, found family, friendship tension, unkind master, new friends, frustration at being ordered around, homesickness, devout friendship loyalty

Summary: Tensions are high after Sadie pledged her servitude to the cold and unforgiving Taerand Calentavar. Kireen is angry and believes her sacrifice was unnecessary but Brimir is grateful she saved his life. Sadie has a soft moment with K'lai'a'la and makes a promise she won't do anything stupid to get in trouble with Taerand but her first day on the job makes that difficult. His vague instructions and barking orders gets on her nerves and she finds herself scolded regularly. It's only the first day and she's already struggling to hold her tongue but she must do it to fulfil her promise to her beloved friend.

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The eyes of the entire room felt like pinpricks across their skin while three guards escorted them briskly out the front door. By that time, the remains of the vase were nowhere to be found and the party had not quite returned to its previous vigor. Once they were free of their escort and well away from the manor, Kireen let it out. “What in the nine hells, Sadie! Did you really just turn yourself into a slave to save someone we don’t even know?!” by this point she had stopped walking, towering over Sadie and glaring down at her. This was matched by an equally fierce glare from the halfling, fierce enough that their size difference did not seem to matter quite as much.

“I know him well enough to know he doesn’t deserve to die. Also, are you forgetting that K’lai’a’la’s neck was on the line too? I don’t care if he decided to not execute her, she could have been flogged and that’s way worse.”

“That part hadn’t even been decided yet and now you-”

“Stop,” once again K’lai’a’la’s soft voice cut through the tension like butter. “Do not yell. I do not like yelling.”

Sadie’s face flashed through a range of emotion starting at annoyance and ending at tight-lipped resignation. “She’s right, it’s already done. I will move to his manor in the morning.”

Brimir then dropped to a knee and pulled Sadie into a tight hug, “thank you, Sadie. You are a true hero,” then he began to sniffle, drunken emotions taken over as even the threat of death had not sobered him up sufficiently.

“You’re welcome, Brimir. I’d do anything for a friend,” she said soothingly then looked up at Kireen from behind his back and gave her a sour face. Kireen just narrowed her golden eyes at her.

“Then to make it up to the rest of us you’re going to help us with the favor we still have to do for Taerand,” Kireen said to the back of Brimir’s head then reached down to pry him off of Sadie who was sagging under his drunken weight. When he stood, he looked at Kireen through tearstained, blood-shot eyes.

“Anything. I will do anything. I owe it to all of you,” he sniffed and wiped his nose across the back of his hand, smearing snot unattractively over his face. “I just froze. That man is… well he’s scary. I shouldn’t have snuck in.”

“Yes thank you for stating the obvious, too bad you couldn’t have had those thoughts earlier today and none of us would be in this situation,” Kireen’s face was still taut but she was slowly coming to terms with the fact that there was no changing the situation now and it ended better than it might have otherwise. She turned and led the way as they continued toward the Stag in awkward silence.

Once they turned onto the street and saw the warm firelit windows of their home, K’lai’a’la touched Sadie gently on the shoulder, bending down to do so.

“I come in to get dress off. Then I go to my tree.”

Sadie nodded and looked up at Kireen who did not look back. Instead, she entered the Stag and made right for the stairs. Sadie turned to Brimir who was swaying on his feet and sighed. From the bosom of her dress she procured a key and handed it to K’lai’a’la.

“Go upstairs and wait for me, I’ll be right up,” then she approached the bar where Dwinain was wiping the counter off. “Did ye have a good time Blaze?” he asked jovially and glanced to Brimir who was following Sadie like a sad, lost puppy.

“It’s a long story but before I tell it I need you to know I’m moving out in the morning,” the rag froze in place.

“But where’ll ya go?” behind his beard he looked quite perplexed.

“I am going to live with Ser Calentavar. I work for him now. But not right now Dwinain I have an elf in a dress who wants out of it and I need to get a room for my friend here,” she rubbed a hand across her face while the other hand gestured in the vague direction of Brimir. Sadie had seen Dwinain’s face contort in a frown before but not quite to this degree. His eyebrows and moustache almost touched.

“Number seven then. But we are going to speak of this before you go,” he hopped off his platform and brought a key out to them. Wordlessly, Sadie gestured for Brimir to take it and then he was stumbling up the stairs toward his bed.

“I’ll give you the money for his-” but Dwinain clasped her hands in his before she could continue.

“The night is on me. I know ye can take care of yerself but that won’t stop me from saying be careful,” he pulled her in for a tight but brief hug and Sadie returned it, melting slightly into the embrace. But then it was over.

“Thanks Dwinain, I’ll explain before I go. Promise,” he nodded and wordlessly went back behind the bar.

K’lai’a’la was waiting awkwardly in the center of her room when she entered and was surprisingly quiet even as Sadie removed the pins from her hair. It wasn’t until she was back in her normal mossy clothing that she finally spoke.

“You should not have done that,” K’lai’a’la has never been truly angry around Sadie but the slight furrow between her brows showed she was nearing upset.

“Can you please just drop it? I feel like I did what was best and I want to go to sleep now,” her tired features really showed her age and the candles seemed to shine extra off the silver streaks in her hair.

“No. Do not leave tomorrow. Stay here.”

Sadie hopped off of the chair and pushed it back in its place then started to undress herself, keeping her back turned to her friend.

“I can’t. I already made the promise and I can’t break it. Why do you two even hate him so much anyway? He only tried to…” She trailed off as she pulled a few pins from her hair.

“He try to kill me. He try to kill storyman. He try to kill you,” she said with a little more heat than Sadie was expecting which made her turn to her friend and look up at her.

“Hey, tonight was just a couple mistakes and he’s really strict. He wasn’t going to kill you in the end so I will be fine. I can’t break my promise to him but I can make one to you that I won’t make any mistakes while I’m there, ok?” she smiled and held her hand up, palm facing outward. K’lai’a’la knelt down and sighed but put her palm against Sadie’s and their fingers interlocked, sealing the promise. Sadie gave an extra squeeze.

“You can stay here tonight if you want,” but that made K’lai’a’la shake her head. “I go to tree but be back at sunrise.”

“How about… sometime after sunrise?” That made K’lai’a’la frown. “Ok fine I’ll leave the door unlocked.” The elf nodded and quietly left Sadie alone with her thoughts.

She haphazardly tossed some of her clothes and trinkets into her trunk but wasn’t fully finished before she fell into a fitful sleep.

***

When dawn broke with her rosy fingers, the click of the door opening pulled Sadie from her light sleep. K’lai’a’la looked quite awake but quietly watched and waited as Sadie began the process of getting out of bed. There were not many words to be had as she finished her packing. When she went downstairs there was a modest breakfast for her that she only poked at. Kireen was finishing her plate already and also didn’t have much to say.

“Can you all not act like I’m walking to the gallows? I’m literally getting a job as a servant, something a lot of people actually wish they could do,” the early morning made her extra bitter.

“You have a point,” Kireen actually sounded sincere “but when he treats you poorly and you complain about it to us, I get to say I told you.”

Sadie rolled her eyes and was going to respond when the door opened and Taerand’s majordomo entered with two other male servants in tow. He approached and gave her a polite nod. “Good morning, Miss McRimmik. I have come to collect you. Where might my assistants find your things?”

“Room four. It’s unlocked,” something churned in her stomach as she set the key on the counter where Dwinain put his hand over hers for just a moment before taking the key. The two servants went upstairs and the majordomo procured two letters from his tunic and handed one to Kireen, the other to K’lai’a’la who did not take it. Kireen took it instead.

“Ser Calentavar would like to meet in two days' time, once Miss Sadie is settled in.”

“About time,” Kireen grumbled and just tucked the letters away without opening them. The majordomo nodded at Sadie and she hopped off her stool and made for her new home.

***

The manor had a different air about it than the night before. It was a lot more subdued and seemed less lived-in, almost. But soon Sadie was back in front of Taerand and his large desk that was starting to seem more like a judge’s bench than a desk. With a nod, the majordomo left, leaving only her and Taerand. He was sitting, shuffling through parchment on his desk while she stood there. Finally he looked up.

“Take this to the kitchen and give it to Jordo,” he handed her a folded piece of parchment. She slowly took it, looking more than a little baffled.

“Okay… who is Jordo?”

“I do not have time to introduce you to every one of my staff,” then he went back to looking at the papers on his desk. Sadie just stood there for long enough that he looked back up at her.

“If I was not clear before, you are to leave now to deliver that message to the kitchen. Go.”

Remembering her promise to K’lai’a’la, she silently left the room with the parchment in her hand. She hadn’t been told what to do with such authority since she was a child and Ethna was ordering her about. Even then it got on her nerves. Once she reminded herself that this was only temporary, she focused on finding someone to ask, ignoring the glaring question of just *how* temporary this would be.

An older woman was carrying a basket of laundry toward the main staircase and she approached, clearing her throat.

“Excuse me, I’m new here. Can you tell me where I can find Jordo? I have a message from Taerand.”

The woman pursed her lips “you have a message from Master Calentavar, child,” she corrected “the kitchens are down the far hall, last door on the right,” and she continued up the stairs with her basket.

“Thank you! I’m Sadie by the way and I’m not a child, I’m a halfling,” but the mistake didn’t actually bother her.

“Sigrun,” was all the woman responded with. Sadie followed her instructions and did indeed find the kitchen and could probably have found it on her own had she caught a whiff of the delicious smells which seemed to be dying down after breakfast. The kitchen was spacious with a large wooden counter in the center of the room. An oversized oven took up one corner which was next to a large cookfire. Shelves of more kinds of food than she could identify lined one wall. From the ceiling hung pots and pans of so many different sizes and shapes she couldn’t begin to fathom what one could need with such a variety. Even just the sight of the pans had her halfling stomach rumbling. Peeling her eyes away from the vast culinary expanse, she saw a fairly large man with his back to her. He was dressed in a well-worn but clean linen shirt with an apron tied around his waist. Sadie cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, are you Jordo?”

“I should think you wouldn’t have to ask if you’re in this kitchen,” he said coolly and when he turned around, his eyes were centered three feet above her head. It took him a moment before he looked down and realized she was there. “Well hello there, my apologies, I didn’t see you. I suppose we haven’t met, have we. You have the right man. I’d shake your hand but I’ve got raw lamb all over,” he gestured behind him to a beautiful rack of lamb he had been rubbing seasonings and butter all over, presumably to let it age. Her mouth started watering.

“I’m Sadie. I’m new here, just started this morning.”

“Well then it’s nice to meet you. Set the letter just there if you don’t mind,” he gestured next to him, between the lamb and a plate of biscuits. He turned back around to continue his work and when she set the letter where he asked, she eyed the biscuits long enough that Jordo chuckled and bumped one on top of the pile off with his elbow. “Oops, look out below,” the biscuit bounced off the counter and Sadie managed to catch it. “That one was burnt anyway, wouldn’t do to be served.” It was, in fact, very slightly darkened along one edge as though it were too close to the wall of the oven.

“Thank you,” she bit into it and even though it was a simple biscuit it was the best she’d ever had. Jordo chuckled at the noises of pleasure emanating from the small halfling.

“I’d finish that here if I were you. Nothing wrong with havin’ it just don’t want to get crumbs on the carpets.”

“Thank you for the advice and the biscuit. Do you like working here? Is Taerand nice to you?”

“Master Calentavar? He pays me well and I get to cook, can’t go wrong with that I don’t think,” his tone was genuine enough that she believed him but he wouldn’t be the last person she asked today. She was going to be cautious since Kireen and K’lai’a’la were so worried.

“Do you cook for the servants too? Is food included?” She asked after another bite of biscuit.

“I do and it is but there’s a budget for it. We don’t get lamb that’s for sure. Well, I get to taste it but I don’t get my own portion at least,” he didn’t seem too bothered by that.

She chewed and nodded, “so what do I do now? I did the job I was asked to do.” This time he turned to look over his shoulder, his thinning hair slipping into his eyes.

“If you were not given a second task you better get back and ask him what he wants next. He’s probably expecting you to return to him once you deliver my message.”

“Oh. Okay. What does the message say?” she asked, not picking up on his advice.

“Just a meal list for a private dinner in two nights,” he didn’t seem concerned that his advice wasn’t heeded. Sadie just did not want to leave the kitchen. To her it was one of the most magical places she’s experienced. But it finally sunk in that he had a point.

“I’ll go now, thanks for the biscuit Jordo. It was nice to meet you!” She stuffed the rest of her biscuit in her mouth and he just chuckled as she left.

She returned and entered Taerand’s study, finding his icy gaze upon her. Only when the door was shut behind her did he speak.

“I did not realize my kitchen had moved across Stawold,” he said flatly.

“Well you didn’t tell me where it was so I had to ask,” she did not like how upset he seemed, she knew she hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes and that wasn’t long at all.

“Five minutes is far too long for a message to be delivered within my own manor. Do you understand?” Sadie had no idea why he was so stern and why that message was so critical. Jordo didn’t make it sound critical.

“I’m… sorry?” Once again, she found herself baffled and it wasn’t even midmorning yet.

“Two more rules you have disobeyed that I shall correct just this once. You will always knock before you enter a room and you shall address me as Master Calentavar. I will ask again, do you understand?” The hint of threat in his tone gave her pause and Kireen’s voice was in her head I told you so.

“I understand, Master Calentavar. I apologize.” She also had a promise to K’lai’a’la to uphold.

His frigid demeanor warmed up slightly. “Good. Now deliver this to my page.”

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The day was long and by the end of it, Sadie was tired and her feet sore but she barely noticed. He had her running around the manor all day and listening to him barking commands at her was starting to wear down the filter between her mind and her mouth. Luckily, she was dismissed to her room before it broke fully and it helped when she found out she was given a private room. Maybe he was just testing to see how she did under pressure. Maybe she could put up with this, but the weight of that maybe would get significantly heavier if the next day was anything like the last.

The more she thought about how many times the word ‘master’ came out of her mouth over the course of the day, the more disgusted she became until she was just throwing the clothes from her trunk into random drawers. She was Blaze, the hero of Stawold, the best performer in the whole town and she was calling someone else master? Her blood started to run hotter in her veins and she felt it burning her cheeks. What’s worse is she never kept her promise to tell Dwinain what happened and he hadn’t said anything to remind her. Not to mention, she missed her bed at the Stag, she missed the sound of drunken laughter floating through the walls; there was no laughter here. Only obedient silence. A knock at the door caught her before she started knocking candlesticks off of surfaces.

“Yes?” The door opened and a younger servant girl peered in. Sadie recognized her but if she had asked her name, she promptly forgot it.

“Master Calentavar would like you to sing while he has his supper.”

Her promise to K’lai’a’la was the only thing that had her snatching up her dulcimer and attempting to plaster something resembling a polite look on her face. She is the great performer of Stawold, after all.

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Integrity (Part 6)

Overwhelmed with her responsibilities, guilt, and drama, Marinette has an emotional breakdown in front of everyone, and even hands over her earrings in a moment of weakness. Only for a few seconds, but the damage was done. Adrien's pretty quick on the uptake like that.

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Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews! Especially with the last chapter where I took a little creative license with Luka’s reaction. I felt like he had been so passive in every situation we had seen in the show, maybe this would be the point where he puts his foot down. Either way, I’m fortunate to have very kind and mature readers! Thank you!!

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Returning to class, everything felt sort of surreal.

As Adrien and Marinette passed their classmates, instead of awkward smiles, they were greeted with hugs. But not quite in a friendly way. A hug that one would give another after they had been in a car accident, or some similar life-changing tragedy. They never said a word either, just a hug, and then they moved on.

However, it appeared that Lila never took the hint. She stayed completely delusional in the belief that the class was on her side.

In the classroom, she was fishing for attention. Marinette heard her asking around, “hey, do you want to hear about my vacation plans to Hawaii?” And, “oh during lunch I got a call from Jagged Stone! He heard about the whole thing and called to comfort me!”

No one took the bait. Not even a ‘maybe later’. Just cold hard silence.

By the time the school day came to an end, the classmates started to speak to each other, but it wasn’t ever anything more than school and homework related. Absolutely no gossip, nothing about media consumption, nothing.

It was almost as if all friendships had been reset to zero and everyone was reconsidering what they knew about each other.

Thankfully, Nino seemed pretty solid in his loyalty to Adrien. “Hey dude,” he asked softly after the last class of the day. In the silence of the room, he was still heard pretty clearly by everyone. “If you’re not going home, where are you staying right now?”

“Oh,” Adrien tried to keep his voice even quieter. “I’m actually staying with Marinette. Chat Noir thought she was safest.”

“Chat Noir said that? I wonder why?”

“He seems to have a good opinion of her.”

“We’ve talked.” Marinette clarified. “A few times. He’s stopped on my balcony during patrol and stuff.”

There was a scoff in the back of the room. “Really? He’s stopped by your house? You’re that chummy with Chat Noir?” Lila mocked.

Before Marinette could reply, the rest of the class groaned.

“Just shut up.” Alix barked back.

“Chat Noir had to protect Marinette while I was akumatized,” Nathaniel added. “It was on the Ladyblog too.”

“Oh, so now we’re taking all interviews on the Ladyblog as gospel?” Lila huffed, crossing her arms. “Hmm, sounds like favoritism to me.”

“Except Chat Noir corroborated Marinette’s story.” Alya added. “He praised her quick thinking. He’s mentioned her in high esteem a few times.”

“Fine. But did you ever ask Ladybug about our friendship?”

Alix moaned. “Are you still talking?”

Alya forged ahead. “No, I didn’t. But Adrien said this morning that Ladybug called you out in front of him.”

“Adrien and Marinette are both liars, and everything they say should be taken with a grain of salt.” Lila sneered.

Adrien clenched his fist, about to speak, but Marinette just stood from her seat. Calmly, she packed up her bag, and shouldered it. “If this is the hill you want to die on, be my guest. If there’s anything I’ve learned from our classmates, it's that if you call someone a liar, they’ll just think you’re jealous. So good luck with all that.”

Alya inhaled a quick breath, that Marinette ignored.

“You ready to go?” She asked Adrien.

“Absolutely.” He gathered his supplies and they rushed from the room.

Once outside, Adrien let out a sigh. “What a fatal last comment.”

“Ehh, I probably went too far. But I am still kind of salty about the whole thing. I’m ready to forgive and let my bitterness go, but I’d at least like an apology first.”

“I think they definitely owe you one.”

“Maybe I’ll get more on Monday. It felt like everyone was…kinda in shock all day.”

“No kidding.”

“Chloe surprised me. I’ve been…kind of hesitant to trust her again, but what she did for you today was really something.”

Adrien almost forgot he wasn’t supposed to know about Miracle Queen, since everyone in the city, including Alya, had been in a trance. There was no coverage of it anywhere. No one knew why the auxiliary heroes were all retired, and no one knew about the Miracle Box being taken. Thank God.

“I know Chloe’s a brat, but she’s…been getting better?”

Marinette shook her head, and spoke in code, since they were out in public. “She was. Honestly, I was really proud of her and how hard she was working to be a friend again. But…the reason I’m the guardian now, it’s kind of her fault. She was the akuma. But, she did it willingly. The big bad got a hold of the Jewelry Box and offered her the Comb if she worked with him. Him getting a hold of it was my mistake…but all the other friends were revealed because of her.” She paused for a moment. “I wonder why you weren’t summoned forward too, since you had the snake and all.”

“I was inside.” He clarified. “I saw the bees swarming out in the streets, so I stayed hunkered down in my room. I guess I didn’t realize at the time it was Chloe, but with bees and all...it makes sense.” He pursed his lips. “I didn’t notice Chloe acting much different. I wonder if her standing up for us was her trying to absolve herself.”

Marinette shrugged. “She’ll have to keep it up, I’m afraid. But I can’t give her the comb again. It’s just too dangerous.”

“It’s not your responsibility to fix people, Marinette. I know you want to, but Chloe is a damaged person. She will get better in time, but you gave her several chances. You can stop.”

Marinette let out a breath. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks Adrien.”

“Anytime.”

Desperate for a change in topic as they reached the locker room, Marinette asked, “how’d it go with Kagami? You came back kinda late so I didn’t get the chance to ask.”

“Oh, it went good. Really good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She said she’s over me already. I suspect she’s lying...but we had a good talk. She’s on our side at least. She doesn’t believe I could molest anyone.”

“As she should.”

“She says she hopes to hang out with you again soon.”

“I wouldn’t mind but…I think it might be a little awkward for a while.”

“She said you’d say that too.” He laughed.

“Wow, she sure does have me pegged.”

Adrien wrestled his duffle out of his locker, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Is that everything you need?” Marinette asked. “Do you need me to get Ladybug to get anything else?”

“Nope,” he shrugged. “All of my earthly possessions are in here. At least, the things I can’t live without.”

“Do you need me to carry anything?”

“Nope, I got it.”

So they headed out, not running into any of their classmates. However, as they left the locker room, they could hear yelling coming from the second floor, where their class was.

“Well, it’s not an akuma.” Adrien said with a tiny smirk.

“Should we intervene?”

“No. I think we’ve had enough drama for the last two days.”

“Yeah…” Marinette breathed. “Speaking of drama…I spoke to Luka at lunch.”

“Oh? How’d that go?”

“Not good. Not good at all. He feels…like I wasted his time. He was upset.”

“Oh…”

“He thought that I was trying to get over you so that he and I could date, but that’s not exactly what happened. He thought his persistent pursuing me meant he was first in line to date me.”

Adrien winced. That’s kind of how Chat Noir had acted too. Boy, she would be pissed when she found out who he was. Maybe he shouldn’t tell her after all…

“So yeah, that’s how we left things. I’ve been kicked off the Kitty Section team indefinitely…”

“Oh Marinette…” Adrien cooed, resting a hand on her waist.

“Nope. Don’t talk to me like that, or I will cry.” She blinked rapidly. “I knew whatever I said would break his heart. But…I think if he had been gracious about it, I would have taken it harder. For him to react the way he did makes me feel like I dodged a bullet.”

“I know exactly how you feel. Trust me.” He tugged her close and gave her a little side squeeze.

The rest of the trip to the bakery was taken in silence as both teens were lost in their own thoughts. Both mulling over ‘what if’s of the future, and what was going to happen next.

Especially a very long conversation that had to happen.

At the bakery, Sabine greeted both of them with kisses to the cheeks. “Hello you two! How was school? Survive okay?”

“Survive is an apt word.” Marinette chuckled weakly. “Lila’s not going out without a fight.”

“Well, my offer still stands, if you need me to request a parent teacher conference, I will!”

“Thank you Mrs. Cheng,” Adrien stated, “but…my father threatened a lawsuit. If that doesn’t get her mother’s attention, I don’t know what will.”

“Oh my! She’s that bad? I just assumed it was rumors and gossip. A Lawsuit is quite serious!”

“Well, my father fired her yesterday after she left here. In order to save face, she accused me of sexual harassment.”

Sabine tutted. “That girl is a real piece of work. I’m sorry you’re both having to deal with this! Whatever you need, just ask!”

Adrien gave a weak smile. “Could I have an almond danish?”

Sabine laughed. “Oh sweetie, you didn’t need to ask.” She took one out of the case and handed it to him. “Now, I have to get back to work, but we can finish this conversation later. Adrien, Tom and I wake up very early, so we think it’s best if you stayed in Marinette’s room so we didn’t wake you up. You can behave yourselves, right?”

“Yes ma’am!” Adrien agreed a little too enthusiastically.

“Good, then scoot!” She shooed them out of the bakery.

“Are you okay with that, Marinette?” He asked. “Or are you afraid I’d sexually harass you in your sleep?”

“You touch me anyway I don’t approve, and you’ll be hanging from your ankles from the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

He snorted. “Noted!”

Adrien followed her silently upstairs into the apartment. Now that they were alone, he knew he had to tell her. He needed to say everything, so they could move forward and make a plan. As he took the steps up to her room, his hands began to sweat around the strap of his bag. Just do it. Just say it.

“You can set your bag here,” Marinette began. “The bathroom is across the hall from the living room, but you can keep your toothbrush here at my sink if you want. I’ll get some pillows and blankets—“

“I’m Chat Noir.”

He said it when she had her back turned, so he didn’t have to see her face. She continued to face away from him, her shoulders slowly tightening with anxiety, like a coil about to snap.

“I should have told you yesterday,” he continued, desperate to make sure she heard it all before she freaked out. “But you were so panicked with everything else, I just didn’t want to add to it. I didn’t want to hide from you, My Lady.”

She flinched, ducking her head slightly.

“I went home yesterday. My father greeted me at the door, and we talked about trust. He said he approved of you and I seeing each other, and he said he would remove Lila from my photoshoots. You know this. And then…he said he had something he wanted to trust me with.” He licked his lips, finding them unbearably dry. “He pressed some buttons on the painting of my mother, and this elevator lowered through the floor. At the bottom, there was this huge cavern I had never been in before. There was a bridge, and then a garden on the other side, and in a…it looked like a coffin, but I think it was a life support machine…my mother was there. She’s in a magical coma, from using the broken Peacock Miraculous. Dad revealed himself to be Hawkmoth, and he explained he wanted our Miraculous so he could use the ultimate power to wake her up.” He inhaled, his breath stuttering with faintly concealed sobs. “Then he asked me to help him. He had been using Lila as an akuma trigger, but since she was fired, he wanted me to take her place.”

“And what did you say?” Marinette’s voice was hollow and dull.

“I didn’t say anything. I was just in shock. He was crying and…I wanted to save my mother too. I know his method is wrong, and I can’t help but think the ultimate wish isn’t going to do what we want…”

“So Plagg stole the Miraculous while he was sleeping?”

“Yes. I thought about getting you, but I had to work quickly. I didn’t want to fight him. And after I gave them to you last night, I returned home, and he was waiting for me.”

“So he knows?”

“No. I had an alibi, but…he still drugged me and tore my room apart looking for them. I woke up at some point, disoriented and confused, and I attempted to fight him, that’s how I got my black eye.”

Finally, finally, Marinette turned around, showing the tear streaks running down her face. “I was so worried about you.” She whispered.

“Oh bugaboo…” He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a strong and solid hug. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t risk getting caught. That’s why I left.”

“I understand, you did the right thing.” Her fingers dove into his hair, scratching at his scalp in a calming way. “I’m so proud of you, kitty.”

“Thank you, my lady.” He squeezed her. “And I am most certainly not disappointed in you for what happened. I know it was an accident, and I’m here to help you. I was worried about you, because I love you. I love you so so much, Marinette.”

She croaked out a sob and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “I’m so glad it’s you. I’m sorry I kept breaking your heart, but I’m so glad it’s you! It was always you, the boy I loved. The boy I kept turning you down for…I’ve always loved you.”

“And now you know how I feel isn’t a celebrity thing,” he chuckled.

“I didn’t doubt you for a second.” She clutched his shirt. “You said you loved me even more since you found out who I was. I trust you, Adrien. With my life.”

He pulled away enough to look down at her. “This was the final loose end I had to tie up. Telling you who I am.” He reached a hand up, tracing the shell of her ear with his thumb, and letting it trail down to her jaw. “Marinette, would you marry me?”

She snorted, “what?”

“Sorry, I skipped a step. Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Wait, I didn’t get to say yes to your proposal!”

He laughed, gathering her tightly and spinning her around. “I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! One day, I’ll make you mine!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she giggled, elated and bursting at the seams with love. “You’ll have to get it approved by my parents first.”

“Your parents!” He gasped. “We should tell them! They might not be okay with me sleeping in here if they know! And I don’t want to get on my in-laws' bad side!”

“Adrien.” Marinette snickered. “It’s okay. We’ll tell them at dinner. And…” She glanced down. “I was thinking about telling them my identity.”

“Oh?” There was no judgement or caution in his tone, just plum curiosity.

“It was Tikki’s idea. Now that Hawkmoth isn’t a threat, maybe revealing myself would clear the air, you know, because of unexplained absences?”

“In that case, can I tell them too?”

“Uh, sure…why?”

He rubbed his arm. “I want adults that I can come to if I need help. My father isn’t that for me. One day, I’ll probably tell him the truth, but…Not now. I’m too scared.”

“Alright Kitty, we’ll tell them tonight at dinner. After all, we have to get their permission to go to Tibet this weekend.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That soon?”

“Sure! We have to talk to the guardians about how to save your mom after all.”

His face melted from giddy to astonished, as he beheld her. “You…you want to save my mom?”

“Of course Kitty! You love her, don’t you? If she can be saved, we should at least try.”

He opened and closed his mouth, fighting for words of gratitude. ‘Thank you’ wasn’t strong enough. It didn’t mean enough. ‘I love you’ was starting to sound repetitive. Emotion seeped out of him, drenching his cheeks with tears of joy of being in love and being so loved in return. It was overwhelming, but so welcomed. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

He kissed her roughly, thoroughly, solidly. Hands wrapped around her, grabbing, tugging, caressing, bringing her closer and closer, until he could be all consumed with her, her scent, her taste. Her everything.

He took her bottom lip between his, sucking and teasing with his teeth, while he coyly tugged on her belt loop.

Then suddenly, they were tumbling, as her leg hit the edge of the settee and she lost balance. She landed with a little ‘oof’ right on the cushion, as he braced himself above her.

Her impossibly blue eyes stared up into his, before she burst into giggles. “Whoops.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Kitty.”

“Good. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes? Why?”

“Because I’m not done with you yet,” and he returned to capture her lips again with an open mouthed kiss. He indulged for a moment, just before pulling away. “If that’s okay, My Lady?”

“Its alright, my Prince.”

His cheeks colored a little at the pet name. “I like that one.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...” He finally closed the distance, his touch much more gentle, tender, and just savoring the moment.

“I love you.” He whispered between caresses. “I love you.”

“I love—“ she giggled as he cut her off over and over. “I love you! I love you!”

“Marinette! Adrien! Dinner’s ready!”

They pulled apart to look at each other before they started laughing all over again. “Did we just—?”

“Kiss for two hours?” Asked Plagg, with the dullest voice. “Yes. Yes you did.”

Tikki elbowed him. “Leave them alone Plagg. They’re in love!”

“Yeah,” said Adrien, sappily. “We’re in love...”

“Go to dinner!!”

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mousehole5000 · 3 years

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tgcf again chapters 174-191. im now midway through book 4. pain and suffering. and yet also.... this is really good.... but also.... pain...

okay cave of ten thousand gods everythings coming out into the light.... xie lian pretending not to hear fengqing drop their act im emotional..... fengqing silently working together to separate xie lian and hua cheng im emotional..... every word that comes out of mu qing’s mouth im emotional....

honestly reading the xianle trio discussing hua cheng.. its very hard for me NOT to project all the times ive been in a friendship trio and someone got a boyfriend the other two didnt like (which was every time. theres never been a bf everyone liked. sometimes i was the one who had the bf. there were no winners then and tbh i predict there will be no real winners here as far as this friendship goes but such is life)

mu qing is so smart he’s clever he’s tricksy i love it i love him ugh

“A pair of arms had circled around him from behind, and hugged him with force all of a sudden. Xie Lian had buried his face in his back, and also didn’t speak. Though nothing was said, it was enough.” okay i cant get into every different way im feeling about whats going down bc it would get Too Personal but this..... im emo. also xie lian saying “something like this has to be said clearly“ and then proceeding to not say a word just going in for a hug is a mood

“He heard Hua Cheng’s staggering voice coming from above. “...Your Highness. You really…will be the death of me.” - ok well DONT SAY THAT!! now im worried!!!

“Hua Cheng, however, only snorted, appearing as if his eyes could see through the thick rocky walls. He said darkly, “Don’t worry. If he kills one, I’ll make ten more. Fast and furious like the storms, I will never back down. Let’s see who’s the one left standing in the end.” Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he mumbled inwardly, “... Oh no, this is bad.” Even though Hua Cheng’s expression was subconsciously displayed, Xie Lian really was quite weak to this aggressive and rebellious confidence of his.” - fjadskfajsl its okay xie lian honey you never know whats going to do it for you

okay so are the murals and statues are only from the xianle era? im hoping hua cheng didnt secretly follow xie lian during his time as a mortal during the entire 800 years and then pretend to a total stranger that would be too much imo lets see. i still really do get why feng xin and mu qing are like “...dude wtf lets get out of here stay away from that guy” (also tbh probably if theyd all managed to stay close... this probably wouldnt be happening which isnt a judgement im just saying bc thats definitely how ive felt about friendships) although this whole thing IS indeed tinged with homophobia which i still dont think makes sense in this setting but whatever i guess.

BOOK 4!!!! im scared

“A few days ago he nearly fainted, and it was only after that did he realize it was because he hadn’t had anything to eat for several days.” - unfortunately relatable but :(

“Ever since Xie Lian was young, he had never had to consider these kinds of affairs, and this was truly the first time in decades that this problem gripped him. However, if gods didn’t even know what starvation felt like, how could they possibly understand the feelings of a starving worshipper? How could they possibly empathize? At this point, he could only take this experience as a form of training.” - TRUE THO!!!!!!!! i like seeing this even tho the circumstances are sad

wait does xie lian get his bad cooking skills from him mom? im gonna cry...

“After returning to the city, Mu Qing’s stomach was still turning. He said as he stumbled, “I thought…that porridge, it smelled like bran water, but I hadn’t thought it’d taste like it too!” Feng Xin gritted his teeth. “Shut up! Don’t force people to remember that pot of stuff! The queen is…body of ten thousand gold after all…never cooked…this is already…UGH!…” Mu Qing humphed. “Did I say something wrong? If you didn’t think it was like bran water, why don’t you…go ask the queen to grant you another bowl! UGH!…” The two were heaving back and forth, and Xie Lian grabbed hold of the both of them, patting their backs.” - xianle trio.... including simply because it made me do the pleading emoji in real life..... also the way the queen wanted to feed all of them... weeping

i didnt realize that mu qing would still be around during this time.... god the fact that i know theyre all going to split......

“It’s precisely because it’s a time like this that money has to be brought up!” Mu Qing countered. “A time like this? What time is it? Time when we’re starving! It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to admit it, but nothing can be done without money! Can you both not just suck it up a little bit?” - mu qing i love you. god.... for real the fact that he comes from a completely different background than the other two is so important to his character and i think it shows so much in the way he continues to be in the present. he gives me the vibe of someone who is smart and hardworking but is bitter about it and tbh!!!! i get why he is!!! he’s very aware of these kinds of concerns bc he’s had to be, while the other two kind of think theyre above it and its a big difference between them. he’s still separated by the circumstances of his birth despite how much harder he’s worked to get to where he is.... ugh painful and delicious

i really am enjoying the xianle story tbh. xie lian going from his highness, favored by heaven, well-intentioned but lacking in experience and understanding to living in poverty and fighting with mortals who disrespect him. fucking delicious i mean this sincerely and respectfully im sad but i really like his character arc. and then to how he is in the present....

“Mu Qing looked at him, speaking not a word. Then he bowed deeply and really turned around to walk away.” - OH NO ITS HAPPENING AHHHHH ;_; honestly all of this hurts but it feels real like i think mu qing has every right to want to leave honestly and he DOES have other family and other ambitions outside of the trio... and i get why feng xin is mad about him wanting to leave when theyre suffering!! and i get why xie lian lets him go.... friendships are hard man and the pain of them splitting is rough!!!!

“Mu Qing’s departure had really shocked him to the core. First, he had never thought that someone so close would just up and leave. Second, Xie Lian had always believed in “forever”. For example, friends would always be friends forever; no betrayal, no deception, no breaking up. Perhaps there’d be times when they’d part, but it for sure wouldn’t be over reasons like “life is too horrible” - pain. just pain. same as above i get it but it hurts

“Xie Lian didn’t know too well just how much money would be considered normal when buying over ten lanterns, and he never looked at the price tag when he purchased things in the past.” - i feel bad kicking him while he’s down and he’s still trying to be kind even when it costs him but this is the first thing that came into my mind

but also oh?? spirits of soldiers from the battlefield you say?? hmmm i wonder... who.... could possibly be among them....

“If you remain forcibly, you won’t be able to rest in peace,” Xie Lian said. The nameless ghost didn’t seem to care. “I pray to never rest in peace.” - i cant lie this legit gave me goosebumps lol

“Xie Lian himself was alright in suffering through it, since there were far too many other things to worry about. But his mother, who had lived a comfortable, luxurious life, when had she ever done such crude labour? But if the queen didn’t do this work herself, who else could take over?” - hmmmm!!! housekeeping!!!! it matters!!!! rich people dont appreciate how much until they have to do it themselves!!! but this still makes me sad

oh god THATS when they pawned hongjing?? with the king sick and mu qing leaving?? :(((( even more emotional about its appearances in the present day

“That passerby chuckled. “You don’t know? This is too exciting! The servant is beating the master!” - oh god the dramatic and ironic timing of it all

god..... this is just... a sad time....

“MU QING ISN’T LIKE YOU ALL. HE’S MY FRIEND, HE WOULD NEVER HELP YOU!!!” [cut to] “Those were the only words echoing in Xie Lian’s mind, but he couldn’t utter a single sound, and could only crazily grab at anything at his disposal to throw. He didn’t care who he was hurling at, either. Finally, Mu Qing couldn’t take this anymore, and he steeled his face as he swept his sleeves and left. Xie Lian panted harshly for a bit and fell back down, spacing out again.”- IM SAD!!!!!! tbh i wonder if on some level xie lian kind of felt like mu qing owed him? i know he said to forget about that stuff to both of them but its one thinig to say it and think you mean it and another to have to deal with it

white no-face what is your DEAL!! also all the little fire ghost bits im...

“After having exchanged so many words, Feng Xin finally got the gist of what had transpired. He widened his eyes and pointed at Mu Qing, unable to speak. A moment later, he bent down and grabbed a sack and flung it over, roaring. “SCRAM! SCRAM SCRAM SCRAM!” Mu Qing was hit in the face by the sacks of rice he brought and backed two steps away. All three of them in the house were panting harshly.” - this is it this is the part where i closed my laptop and said “noOOooOOOoooo” out loud to my room im so upset... and mu qing still tried to leave the rice even after the broom thing im ;_;

“Feng Xin was completely convinced that he would never do such a thing, but that was precisely why this had become the worst-case scenario!” - pain, suffering, dismay, etc

“Feng Xin continued, “If Your Highness thinks your life might be in danger, I can finish this for you, I won’t tell Her Majesty, haha.” - bless your heart for trying feng xin

“But it shouldn’t be like this. The Feng Xin of the past would have absolute faith in him no matter what! Even if there was only twenty percent doubt, it was still unbearable!” - AHHHHHHH okay idk if i really have much to say about their relationship other than im sad but IM SAD!!!!

the differences between feng xin and mu qing’s relationship with xie lian are so interesting. feng xin has clearly always idolized xie lian a lot while mu qing hasnt at least not in the same way and he seems like he has some resentment towards xie lian (thats how i read it anyway thats what i said about it at the beginning of book 2 and i think its understandable and can be a very real part of friendships) that feng xin doesnt and i just think thats neat!!

“He was firmly tied down upon the altar, that broken base of the statue under his body. There were many people squeezed below the altar, and pair after pair of round, unblinking eyes were watching him.” - hmmm dont think i like where this is going

“Yet, before he could finish, he realized that the white silk that he used to cover his face had been undone. In this moment, the thing that had him completely tied down was that exact white silk.” oh my god wait is this ruoye?? is ruoye that same ribbon???? ill cry

“The hand stained with blood, the one that ended a life, was immune to the Face Disease.” - ohhh shit okay. okay okay. okay. shit okay. i See now.... so if youre an innocent civilian the only way to escape this fate (and the faces are actually the souls of other innocent civilians) is to get rid of your innocence... and doesnt this disease not actually hurt its just horrific? god.............

“White No-Face pitied, “You think they don’t want to do it? Wrong, it’s not that they don’t want to, it’s solely because no one wants to be the first, that’s all.” - shut up!!! youre the one who created this situation dont fucking preach about the way you think the world is

“He forced down the mouthful of blood and hissed, “What are you laughing at? You think that you got what you wanted? This was all forced by you!” The ghost fire within the ghost’s hand flickered even more fiercely.” - yes exactly!!! you put people in extreme circumstances sometimes they do extreme things!! youve proved nothing!! god i do love when characters say exactly what im thinking. plus the first ones who caved were trying to save their child

“He felt that, if he was to let them do what they wanted, there was something in his heart that would never return to its original state.” - :( also i kind of feel that in my life sometimes and i just hope xie lian’s heart ends up in a state he’s happy with

“He didn’t dare to look at what had become of the person lying on the altar, because what laid there didn’t look human anymore.” AHHHHHH!!! :(((( i mean i get why this event is what made hc... level up??? thats not a good way to describe it fjasldkfjaslk but you know what i mean... that line about being powerless to help your beloved OOOOOOF

okay well finished that chapter im. pain. hmmm. pain. i dont know if i actually have any words rn lol but im gonna stop here for now

#half of my commentary is just me going wow im sad!! this is sad!! pain!! wow sad!!!#anyway i love xianle trio with my whole heart they really do feel so real #mouse mumbles #tgcf liveblog #hc also feels real but in a way i might not ever talk about lol we'll see

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ofmythsandmadness · 4 years

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a favour asked like none ever before.

Fake dating. An ancient trope from the very beginning of time - or like, whenever the rom-com gods started working their movie magic. It’s tried and true, a move that always has a satisfying happy ending.

Well, at least in the movies. In the real world, it’s a suggestion that’s much more messy and complicated for any sort of good end. It’s bitter and heart-wrenching and convoluted, leading to tears and shouts and vases being thrown - or, something like that. Could this trope even ever truly work?

OR, Diego Hargreeves needs a favour unlike anything he’s ever asked for before.

WORD COUNT: 2700+. WARNINGS: A couple swear words. A super worn out trope. Possibly bad, definitely unedited writing. You know the drill. A/N: I wrote this while I was supposed to be doing my job, while scrolling through a selection of one of my favourite cliche tropes. This is just a dumb little thing I made from it. If you want a part two of this, let me know (and as well, if you want to be added to the series’ taglist, let me know, too). xx

“I NEED YOU TO DATE ME.”

Of all the things she had heard leave Diego Hargreeves lips, perhaps that was the strangest one, to date.

It was the delivery that really sold it - though the words were crazy on their own, the way he said it did not help to make it more sane a request. Him, rushing in through her window as though his ass was on fire, clutching a bag and sporting a wild look in his eyes that never meant good. And before she could even mutter a single thing about him scaring her by doing that, or even finish the yelp of surprise she never could get over, he said those very words.

“I need you to date me.”

Y/N let her shouts of indigence die in her throat, replaced instead by confusion. She watched him dump the bag on her counter and act as he normally would; grab a beer, slip his boots by the door, as though it was his place and not hers. As though he had not just said the most outrageous sentence to ever be uttered in the history of their long and convoluted friendship.

“I - n - what!?”

Diego paused in his movements, sparing her a quick glance before turning away, as though his words were not a complete oddity - enough to inspire like, a late seventies David Bowie album. “What?”

“Uh - did you just hop through my window, say ‘hey we should date’ and then proceed to ‘what’ me as if this is all normal as shit!?”

Diego frowned only then, wagging his beer bottle at her as he swallowed his gulp. “Hey, no, I did not say ‘we should date’.”

“That’s basically what you just screamed into my previously peaceful apartment.”

“There’s a huge fuckin’ difference ‘tween what I said and ‘we should date’!”

“God, I really see why you’re single now. You have no twig of romance in your body, Hargreeves, and you also make absolutely no sense at all!”

“C’mon, Y/N I really don’t want to date you.”

And all she could say to that, after a brief moment of merely blinking, was, “well, shit, thanks?”

“Ah, c’mon - I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, nah, I mean I can’t say I’m terribly eager to hop on that relationship train with you, but you don’t have to be so harsh about it. I’ll have you know, I am somewhat of a catch.”

Diego sighed and leant his weight against the wall, cradling his beer in one hand and rubbing his face with the other. “It’s just a weird thing to talk about.”

“Hey, you’re the one who brought this up, not me.”

“You got somethin’ to eat?”

“Diego, focus please.”

He threw his hands up in defense, a half-smirk just barely dusting his features. “Sorry, it’s just - look, I’ll be straight.”

“Great, please do that so I don’t combust from all this confusion,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out at his rolled eyes.

“I need a favour from you. A big one, but you owe me, so…”

“Oh, I owe you now?”

“Yeah, don’t you remember last month?”

Her hands fell to her hips, mouth agape in frustrated surprise. “Last month, when I paid you back legit the next day? Stitching your ass up at four in the morning means nothing to you now?”

“Okay, fine, yeah - I know, I ask a lot, but this...I need this. An’ it’s not like I’ve got anyone else.”

“‘That makes me feel so much better.”

He fell off the wall and moved nearer, a pout on his full lips now. His hands moved to hers, bringing them up to his own chest. “C’mon. I’ll make it up to you however you want.”

Immediately, Y/N felt a smirk grow on her face. “Oh, anything?”

“Okay, I-”

“-suddenly, I’m so much more interested,” she giggled, tugging her hands away just so she could pinch his cheeks. Diego shuddered away with a glare, only leaving her laughing harder. “Alright, alright, dummy. What do you need me for this time? Lay it on me.”

“I need you to play my girlfriend.”

Her smile remained, but it was suddenly more strained, weaker and more fake. “Uh-huh. Okay. Um....so. Just...what does that mean, exactly?”

“I need to get my siblings off my ass. They don’t shut up about it, how lonely I apparently am-”

“-I mean, I am your only friend, sweetie-”

“-an’ they keep setting me up, actin’ like they’re gonna find me my future wife. It was fine at first,” he sighed, pausing to gulp down more of his beer. “I didn’t give a shit, but now I’m losing my mind. I’ve had enough of wasting nights pretending I give a damn about people’s jobs and hobbies - you know how many people in this city who think they can sing? Cause there’s way too many a’them out there.”

Y/N chewed her lip. “I see your point, really I do, but c’mon. This is a lot. Having me as your girlfriend? That’s a lot more than just like, nightly first aid sessions.”

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s not like it’s for real.”

“We’re gonna have to pretend it’s real.”

Diego rolled his eyes and sank into her couch. “It’s not as bad as you think. I’ve got a whole plan. I tell ‘em that I’m taken, that’ll entertain them a week until I bring up the fact that it’s you. After that, we go out a couple times, do one or two dinners, and then break up maybe two months later. Simple.”

“Okay, but I don’t wanna break up with you and have things weird,” she argued, crossing her arms against her chest. Maybe it was a protective move she did not even consciously make, an attempt to hide the fact her heart was pounding harder than she thought possible. For no understandable reason, this whole concept was making her nervous - and not just because of his plan. “I don’t wanna be kicked out of your and their lives because we ‘broke up’.”

“You won’t.”

“How?”

“We’ll say we tried and it didn’t work out, that we were better as friends.” Diego shrugged, as though he was merely suggesting they order a pizza.

“Okay, sure. But do you really think we can seriously pull this off in front of them? I don’t know how we’re gonna look like n’act like a serious couple.”

The truth was, though, that they already were seen as one to the rest of the Hargreeves. And they both knew it. Every time they were remotely interacting, one of them made a sly comment, or brought up the fact that they would look ‘so cute together’. Klaus even questioned their defenses for a long while, asking if they were just together in secret and not saying anything about it. They were not, of course, but that did not stop the dysfunctional set of siblings from telling them they should get together.

In the eyes of the Hargreeves, Diego and Y/N were perfect for each other. They probably just had to look at one another to sell the idea - but neither one wanted to bring that up.

“We’ll practice. Work out a system. It’s not like we have to get married, we just gotta attend a couple dinners and parties and hold hands and shit.”

Y/N felt her lip sting, and absent-mindedly she touched at the area she had been picking at. Her finger came back spotted with red. “I don’t know, man. This is a lot. Even just a couple months - what if one of us finds somebody for real?”

“Well, then, we’ll call it quits early.”

“You sure?”

He nodded in fake seriousness, but the smirk on his lips told a different story. “Sure, if you find the love of your life in the two months we gotta do this, I’ll find you a way out.”

“Shut up,” she shot back, though she too grinned a little - it was no secret the pair had less than desirable love lives. “Don’t tease your girlfriend like that, maybe I’m sensitive.”

Just before he could give his own retort, his eyes widened in slight realisation. “Wait, for real”

“I mean...what do I have to lose?”

Diego immediately lifted off the couch and moved to her, pulling her in a tight hug not characteristic for him. She stiffened in the embrace, unsure what to do or where to put her hands. Luckily for her, the moment was over within seconds, with him pulling away and headed back into her tiny kitchen to toss his beer. She was able to breath and push away the panic that had set in with the unexpected touch, prepare herself for acting normal in the face of unknown territory.

Y/N followed him into the kitchen, pulling a beer out for herself and tossing a second one to him. “We have to make some rules, if we’re gonna do this right, though.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah. Like guidelines and shit. I know you have your so-called plan, but I’m only going to go through with this if we have a concrete system set in place.” She paused, frowning at his smile. “What?”

Diego shook his head, still grinning. “Nothing. You’re just such a teacher.”

Y/N just stuck her tongue out and turned away. “You’ll thank me for this later, if and when we get stuck in a double date with like, Allison or something.”

“Sure, sure.”

She set herself down on the couch and reached for her laptop. Diego made his way over and sank in beside her, watching as she pulled up a new word document. In big letters, Y/N typed out the title: ‘DIEGO AND Y/N’S FAKE RELATIONSHIP GUIDELINES’.

“Okay. First rule?” Her hands flew across the keyboard. “If at any point, I want out, I’m out.”

Diego nodded. “Sure. An’ vice versa.”

“Uh-huh. Alright. What else?”

“Uh...okay, we have to do a minimum of two family dinners.” The Hargreeves monthly get-togethers were already essential in both lives, a point where all siblings could reconnect under one roof again and pretend like they were a normal family. Y/N often showed up on request, but not for every one. Though that would change. “Fully committed to the relationship.”

She chewed her bottom lip as she typed, ignoring the faint metallic taste filling her mouth. It was far from the first thought in her mind, just then. “Great, fine. Should we consider behaviour? Like, what I have to do to pretend to be hopelessly in love with you?”

Diego chuckled beside her, a low rasp that made her heart twinge in a way she did not understand. “I guess the standard couple shit. Holding hands, hugs, uh-”

“-kissing?”

She heard him swallow beside her, clearly a nervous point, yet he managed to keep his voice steady. “Probably necessary.”

“Okay,” she drew out, “but like - to what extent?”

“Well, I’m not saying we have to have sex in front of them, if that’s what you mean.”

“Not at all what I’m saying, dumbass,” she retorted, slapping his leg lightly. “I just mean, what are we saying? Cheek, pecks?”

“Nothing too big. Probably the cheek is fine, headshots.”

“Headshots? What, are you’re gonna kill me with a smooch on the temple, man?”

He let out a soft ‘ha’. “I have been known to be deadly with my-”

“-you really don’t need to even bother with finishing that sentence,” she said with a smirk. Her fingers pounded the keyboard, carefully writing out her addition to the rule. “Um, I guess we don’t have to worry about our story, considering everyone already knows we’re close. What’s the situation we should say progressed us from friends to dating, though?”

Diego shrugged. “Somethin’ simple. I came over one day and you realised you just couldn’t resist my charm anymore, and had to confess your attraction to my-”

“-or,” she shot back, turning to look up at him, “you stopped by soaking wet-”

“-why would I soaking wet?”

“From the rain, don’t be gross. It was raining of course, and super late and you came by to profess your adoration for me and everything I do, begging me to take you even though I was far from in your league, that I was the prettiest girl in the world and you could never begin to tell me how much I mean to you.”

He laughed at that, but just slightly, his face reddened - though that could have been the light, Y/N mused. “Guess we’ll meet in the middle. We wanted to give it a try, and then we realised we were actually good together.”

“Sure. Just clean n’simple. Great.”

Still looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, Diego nodded. He wore a strange expression, one she could not quite read. “Works,” he mumbled back, softer than before.

Y/N tore her gaze from his and began to type again. She coughed to clear her throat, feeling a bit odd out of the blue. “Um, so, we’re probably gonna have to fake it for my sister, too. If she hears I’m with someone, even you, she’s gonna pull a whole interrogation scheme out.”

“Sure. Guess that’s fair.”

“You know she’s ruthless.”

“I can handle her.”

Y/N smiled softly. “You say that now, but...alright. Okay, so, dates, dinners, PDA, um...what are you gonna call me?”

“What d’you mean?”

She shifted on the couch so she could see him again - that time, less so right in his face. “You know, couple nicknames and what not.”

“Oh. Do we need that?”

“Well we don’t need it, but it’s probably better if we have some set up to sell the story a bit better. We don’t sound believable if I call my boyfriend ‘man’ n’shit.”

Diego stifled a yawn and swirled his bottle, watching the liquid splash within the bottle. “Okay. What do you want?”

“Nothing cheesy - if you call me honey, or something cheesy, I will punch you. Like princess n’ all that is a no go.”

He grinned. “How about precious? Angel?”

“Don’t you dare-”

“-I’m kiddin. I think I’d barf,” he said, still chuckling. “Let’s just leave that alone, I don’t think we need to worry about it.”

Y/N shrugged, glancing down to delete the rule. “Fine. But if you dare call me something garbage, I will leave you right then and there.”

“You have no faith in me,” he teased, nudging her with the bottle. She shivered, the cold sending chills down her spine. “C’mon, I think this is fine. We know each other, we’re adults, we know how to lie. I mean, I fooled you for six months into believin’ I was just wounded from boxing fights.”

She giggled at that. “Please. I knew a week into you showing up who you were. I’ve lived long enough in this city to know what was up. You’re not as good of a liar as you think - I don’t think you can keep a thing from me, honestly.”

Diego grinned and mumbled something at that, something she could not quite catch, but she let it go. “Fine. Whatever. The rules are fine.”

“Exactly.” She cleared her throat and adjusted the screen, ready to read them aloud. “Okay, here is the extensive list of guidelines for Diego and Y/N’s fake relationship, always subject to change or additions.

At any point, either person in the relationship can ask to leave and break off the arrangement, REGARDLESS of time and place. There must be a good reason.

PDA wise, hand holding, embraces, kisses to the cheek or head, respectable touches and actions are all fine.

Kissing is fine if the situation requires it, but only the necessary amounts.

Stick with the story - we decided to try being a couple, went on a date and decided to go forward and now we’re together (subject to revision).

A required two Hargreeves family dinners need to be completed in order to fulfill the relationship - not including any separate, smaller occasions that may arise. As well, there must be a meeting of Y/L/N’s sister in order to fulfill the agreement.

A minimum of two months is required for the relationship (unless there is reason to withdraw, see first rule).

No stupid cheesy couple pet names.

No actually falling for the other person.

At the last one, Diego frowned. “What is number six about?”

“Oh, come on, it’s not serious,” she grinned. “But you know how this shit goes. In rom-coms, they always fall for each other and things get messy.”

“This isn’t a movie.”

“No shit, Sherlock. But it’s funny and it’s just a stupid rule.” She paused to poke at him teasingly. “What, you looking to marry me after all this?”

He rolled his eyes. “I just mean it’s unnecessary, but fine.”

“Great. I’ll give you a copy of this, just to consult if you ever forget.”

“Thanks so much,” he shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that it, then?”

Y/N slammed her laptop down and in response, lifted her beer bottle to meet his. “I believe that makes it official...boyfriend.”

He laughed as the glass clinked. “Fantastic...girlfriend.”

“Jeez,” she grumbled, downing a swig before finishing the softly spoken thought. “That’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“Tell me about it.”

The two then fell into a funny silence, staring away from one another and sipping at their beers, both at a loss for words. It seemed as though just then, the situation had sunk in for the pair and they had no idea what to say to their now (albeit fake) partner. All they could do was stare at the ground and wall respectively and silently wonder, just what the hell they had gotten themselves into.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves oneshot #diego oneshot #diego hargreeves x reader #diego x reader #fake dating #diego hargreeves is a secret sap #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves fic

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eyeslikefoxglove · 4 years

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Episode 21 - The PTSD is strong with this one & we need more braincells

Hello hello! Welcome to the commentary. How’s everyone? I’m frozen solid because it’s mid-June in Spain and yet we had 11°C yesterday. Fucking awesome!

I AM NOT WEARING MASCARA SO I CAN CRY ALL I WANT. I DONT KNOW IF THATS GOOD OR BAD THO.

Can I just take a second to appreciate how much this big strong powerful men emote? I mean, I know this isn’t western media where the tough guy can’t show emotions, and I don’t know that eastern media has the same hangups about men emoting but just... it’s so refreshing.

Huaisang bb you’re so sweet.

Oh, oh the PTSD is strong with this one.

Also, bless both JC and NHS, they absolutely noticed WWX flinch and, in their own ways, went and steamrolled over it so WWX wouldn’t feel scrutinised.

WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO INFORM YALL THAT I GOT A KITTEN ON MY LAP. (She’s kneading my boob, which, ow, but...)

*BICHEN GRIIIIIIIP*

How do y’all think the guards go deliver bad news to WRH? Like do they paper-rock-scissor it? Draw straws?

NMJ did you have to?

And once again I wonder what would’ve happened if JFM had let sect leader Yao kick it.

Ughvhfnevus it’s this clown. Same as with Su She, if you see a bunch of screaming it’s just me not wanting to listen to Jin ZiXun.

The Nies: let’s throw a banquet to honour WWX’s return

Every asshole there: *gossips about WWX while in the room with him*

Once again I wish I could transmigrate (and speak mandarin lol) and just start delivering tongue lashings.

Listen, I have no idea how to play Guqin, but I did play the guitar for years and even from here I can see how much YiBo’s hands don’t match the melody. Nothing against him but why does this always happen? I know they got classes, so was the music not written by that time or something? Because one thing is not hitting the correct notes, another is plucking slow notes when the tempo is much faster.

JC: Since yours and LWJ’s unhappy separation...

My dumbass: do you mean breakup? *eyebrow waggle*

You will pry my “JC knows his brother is pinning after LWJ, he probably doesn’t want to know anything else” hc out of my cold dead hands thankyouverymuch.

WWX: *spouts a bunch of misdirection to avoid giving JC a straight answer*

JC: Bull-fucking-shit.

Should I count how many times WWX PTSDs all over the place or would you like me to leave your hearts intact? That’s two so far.

Ok ok, I feel that, if someone with a bit less trauma and a bit of insight (NHS maybe?) had seen the bit where ChenQing fucking hurts Shijie thing would’ve gone differently. I mean, yes, LWJ keeps warning WWX that this shit is gonna fuck him up, but as I said in my previous commentary LWJ also has the communication skills of a hermit crab so that wouldn’t work, and JC would be too wound up and WWX too busy trying to conceal his lack of golden core for that conversation to go anywhere. But if someone who WWX knows is a good egg (I’m not gonna say trusts bc paranoia) had sat him down and told him “your new instrument that you use for your new form of cultivation just hurt the person you love most please be careful when you use it.” I think it would’ve worked wonders towards his health overall.

I know Shijie says it’s like Zidian, but she’s not working with the fact that this thing is made for and by the Dark Side of the Force and I’m sorry but I can’t help but see ChenQing as a bit of a horrocrux almost. Or like, if you like me think the Burial Mounds is an Entity, something that’s a bit more sentient that it lets on.

Speaking of reputations and NHS being a good egg, I have oh-so-many ideas (I won’t say plot bunnies because I can’t write for shit) in which NHS for Reasons (time-travel? Letter from the future? His massive brain?) realises just how much damage WWX is doing to his public image. And he might be a sheltered dandy, but he saw what being the son of a sex worker did to Meng Yao despite how hard he worked (I’m assuming he doesn’t know about the whole betrayal business). This is way fucking worse, like hell is he going to let one of his best friends paint a target on his back. So he pulls back his sleeves, engages his slytherin brain and proceeds to lay down a plan to throughly destroy WWX’s reputation as a powerful genius.

I’m guessing LWJ and JC protest, and maybe WWX, and NHS just hits them with “do you want him respected or alive?” And they shut tf up. He glues himself to WWX, and brings up as many instances in which their behaviour can be compared as he can (we got drunk and punished at cloud recesses, we slept in class, we skipped to go fishing, I don’t carry my sword either). And, because assholes be assholes, people like Sect Leader Yao or Clown Cousin are quick to start spouting their own derogatory bullshit and thus WWX the untamed powerful prodigy dies a fiery death. Now he’s just a mouthy kid with a quick mind that “does tricks instead of battle” (I’ll never get bored of using that Thor quote). I also like to think that people who personally know WWX and are not pieces of shit go give NHS a tongue lashing for messing with what they thought was his friend, NHS takes that as a test of good eggness and bring them into the plan. Soon the whole Cloud Recesses class is swearing up, down, left, right and centre that all the shit WWX has ever successfully pulled is just an insane amount of luck and quick thinking.

I don’t know how would they work him into the battlefield (disguise? Mask?) to unleash his demonic cultivation but that’s Plot and I don’t do that.

Also, because I’m a terrible human being I want to say that people assume LWJ is on “pretty but useless” WWX like white on rice because *insert derogatory comment about being good in bed and sexual favours*. Because y’all know the assholes here are Like That. And WWX is horrified because holy fucking shit he’s gonna drag LWJ’s reputation down, he can’t have people thinking HGJ is ok with having him as a concubine pretty much. But before he can act LWJ politely all but confirms that yeah, he’s tapping that, y’all wish you were but he doesn’t share and none of y’all are good enough for his Wei Ying anyway. CUE FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE I AM INDEED TRASH FOR THAT TROPE.

Muahahahaha y’all thought I was gonna devolve into my personal hcs and not include my fave trope? Shouldn’t y’all know me better by now?

(Btw I like this bit ^ so I might polish it a little and post it separately as well, just a warning if you find yourself reading an eerily similar post by me)

WuJi is playing and LWJ is pining so much. Also, if LWJ did not just realise that, just like Yu the Great, WWX had no other option but tame resentful energy I’ll eat my blanket.

I refuse to believe Jiang Yanli didn’t become the unofficial war camp therapist/sounding board/only sane person/everyone’s mum/I just need a hug and a corner to cry in peace. There are not enough fics about Shijie being her gentle BAMF self while in the camp and it’s a pity. My crops are dying y’all!

Also, I will fight anyone who scoffs at Shijie being the epitome of the “gentle woman who cooks and waits for the men to come back from war”. Look at her mum, do you think it is easy for a kid (she was a kid in the flashback when WWX ran away) to see that day in and day out, to have that as a “role model” and decide that she was not going to be like her mum? That she didn’t like what she saw in her so she was going to be kind and gentle? And do you think it is easy for a person barely in their twenties to deal with years of verbal and psychological abuse for again, being gentle and kind, and not grow a hard shell of bitterness to protect themselves? And to keep being gentle and kind while at war, with your parents dead and your siblings unraveling before your very eyes? Shijie is so fucking strong and I love her.

Hey look, the White Walkers!

“Resentful energy is just energy” ok, valid. But my dude, you’ve got black ghost smoke coming out of you and can hear people screaming in your head. I’m not saying it is evil, like someone’s uptight set in his ways arrogant uncle; but it sure as shit ain’t healthy.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH (that’s a Clown Cousin scream btw)

Ok ok, just one little thing: IF SOMEONE ELSE CALLS WWX WEI YING AS A SHOW OF DISRESPECT IMMA SCALP THEM.

...are those crows eating that man alive? Yikes on bikes.

(Assume my comment about YiBo’s Guqin playing also goes for Xiao Zhan and his flute. I can’t play the flute but the tempo doesn’t match his fingers)

I’m just gonna say it, I think 3zun (well, 2zun as of now) suspect shit went down badly for WWX, that’s two questions by both of them in a very soft conciliatory tone. They are genuinely interested/worried about the topic, and don’t seem to come off as chiding or judgemental. I mean WWX is a weirdo irreverent kid and they’re sect leaders, they outrank him so much it’s ridiculous. I’m also counting the fact that both their baby brothers like him towards them being so kind. But I also think WWX just triggers all their big brother instincts the second he walks in.

Oh there’s a thought, Shijie, Wen Qing, NMJ and LXC take a look at everyone’s shitty parents and just decide to adopt everyone.

What happened at Yiling was a traumatised teenager (is WWX even 20?) PTSDing all over the place with the Dark Side of the Force whispering in his ear and an all powerful trinket at his disposal. Not saying I approve of all the torture and murder but he clearly isn’t revelling in them.

That is some outstanding bit of big-brothering on LXC’s side and I love it. Also, my dumbass just realised LWJ probably wasn’t quoting WWX when he was being punished (what is white what is black?) I think he was quoting his big brother. Which is magnitudes deep too, but in a different direction and I might love that scene even more.

Ok fuck it, I’m gonna tangent. So I had a terrible boyfriend when I was 15-18. He alienated me from my friends, sunk my self-esteem to the molten core of the earth, tried to convince me my parents were abusive and encouraged (aka threatened manipulated and cajoled) the slow tanking of my high school marks. I have A Problem when I see media where someone latches onto their significant other and everything they are shifts towards that person. Now, love, true genuine love, is powerful, and I believe it can be the catalyst for shifting your world-view for the better. I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t have a problem with people sticking with their romantic partner if it is clear their previous “family” is so much shit. I don’t have a problem with LWJ coming out of his shell and defying corrupt precepts because his love for WWX made them see they were wrong, or getting sassy and unrepentant during his punishment (I have a problem with the punishment bc that’s abuse but...). But I do side-eye WangXian being the only thing in their orbit. People need people, and WangXian have other good people around them. So I kind of love that yes, WWX showed him the system was corrupt, but it is the words of his brother he is sticking by to the defy said system.

Let’s go back to our scheduled slew of held pinning glances shall we?

LXC after That awkward run-in: WangJi I wasn’t gone that long, what the fuck did you two oblivious pining idiots do?

(LXC has “bitching” tea sessions with Shijie and you can’t convince me otherwise)

LWJ: *is being dramatic and not knocking on WWX’s door*

Me: oh my god you fucking idiot

Shijie: *walks in*

Me: oh thank god someone with a braincell.

Ah yes, there we go triggering WWX’s paranoia again. Why would he get a break.

OH MY GOD YOU PAIR OF FUCKING IDIOTS. THATS IT, FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT.

@ LWJ: bitch wtf was that? I know you’re shit at talking but have you thought about writing it down? Letters anyone? It worked for mr. Darcy.

(Yes LWJ is mr darcy and now I want an au where LWJ writes WWX letters and just pours everything in them, WWX finds them, any everything is sunshine and rainbows)

While this bullshit fight/misunderstanding is all on LWJ’s shoulders, I’m also going to scream at WWX. Because yes, he is in PTSD hell, but he trusted LWJ before, and yet he can’t get past his perceived notion of LWJ’s character (and his own inadequacies) to trust him again and ask for help. Plus, you know, he thinks he doesn’t deserve he’ll bc *waves hand at WWX’s trauma conga line*

These episodes can’t be good for my BP.

Thanks for reading!

#the untamed #cql #mdzs live action #mdzs #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #yunmeng trio #yunmeng siblings #commentary

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 4 years

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GIVE. ME. A. PART. 2. TO. THE. BODY SHOT. BLURB. IMMEDIATE. Am NoT KiDdEd.

A/n: Hi lovelies! Wow it feels like it’s been a while. I’ve been struggling a lot lately with not only my mental health but writers block and each have been influencing the other. Anyway I finally wrote a part 2 to this blurb as requested by my lovely carebear and others. Here you are! Enjoy!

Word count: Somehow this managed to be 2k oops

Warnings: alcohol, swearing maybe?, jealous feelings.

The sun mocked you that morning, rising far too quickly and lighting up your room through the curtains you forgot to close. You rolled over and tried to block the light with your pillow, groaning as your head pounded in your skull and the bitterness of the alcohol remained on your dry lips.

With no chance of going back to sleep in sight you swung your legs off of your bed and rubbed your eyes. You noticed that you were wearing a pink button up shirt that definitely wasn’t your own. You put it down to someone lending it to you and went to get up from the warmth of your bed but what you didn’t expect was the little wince to sound from your floor.

“Ow.”

You gasped and looked down to see Harrison lying on a makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. He was also very shirtless which explained the familiarity of the shirt.

“Haz?! What the hell are you doing sleeping on my floor?”

“I was worried about you.” He laughed, rubbing his eyes. “You were pretty out of it and you asked me to stay so I did.”

The memory came flooding back to you - sobbing into Harrison’s shoulder, muttering about Tom drunkenly until you feel asleep on his shoulder with one last mutter of “stay”. Your cheeks flamed red, avoiding Harrison’s sympathetic gaze before he stretched.

You got up, stepping around Harrison. Once you reached the door you turned back with a small smile. “Thank you Haz.”

Harrison smiled up at you, sending you a wink as you left your room and journeyed into the kitchen. You shivered as your bare feet hit the cold tiles of the floor but the pace at which your heart was beating was enough to distract you.

You poured yourself a bowl of cereal and tried to focus on the task at hand instead of the sound of the bedroom door opening and especially the person walking out, you couldn’t help but steal a glance.

The girl from last night, still dressed in her clothes from the night before exited Tom’s room, heels in hand. She was followed not long after by a sleepy Tom who oddly enough was also still in his clothes from the night before.

They didn’t spot you as you kept quiet, instead exchanging a hug which also striked you as odd. Tom often didn’t acknowledge the girls as they left let alone hugged them maybe this was more than a one time thing. The thought made your heart drop as you grabbed your bowl, hoping to sneak back to your room.

Unfortunately for you a creaky floorboard ruined your stealth. Tom turned around and smiled sheepishly. The girl also turning to look at you.

“Oh hey Y/n.”

A strange look crossed the girl’s face at your name, you decided not to dwell on it too much as they said goodbye and the girl left with a kiss to his cheek. You entered your room and sighed as you leant against the back of the door.

“Aw nothing for me?” Harrison pouted, now up from his space on the floor with his jacket on and zipped up. You shook your head and tried to smile, sitting down with your bowl of cereal but not feeling very hungry anymore. “What’s up?”

You tried hard to not think about Tom and the girl who seemed to be more than a one night stand but your heart still hurt from the image. Harrison seemed to sense there was more than a hangover on your mind and he wrapped his arms around you.

After a moment of rambling about what you had seen and Harrison trying to tell you it was probably an act, you got up and exited your room.

Tom was sitting at the table with his head in his hands, but he lifted it up when he heard the door open. His eyes widened at the sight of Harrison coming out of your room and you dressed in his shirt.

You saw a look of hurt and… jealousy? Cross his face before he put on his regular charming smile and greeted his best friend as if nothing had happened. You furrowed your brow as you watched them before shaking your head and blaming your hangover for stupid thoughts.

Harrison left with a wave and a goodbye and then it was just you and Tom like it always was except now there was an unspoken tension between you. Neither acknowledged it but it was clear.

You were so desperate to break the tension that you started to speak of the first thing that came to mind.

“So have fun last night?”

Tom raised a brow at you, his rather blank expression unchanging. “What?”

“I hope you weren’t quiet on my account.” You let out a nervous laugh, internally cringing at yourself before you focused on grabbing a drink from the fridge. Tom watched you for a moment without a word before he looked back down at his breakfast.

Another stretch of silence passed before Tom was the one to break it. “So you and Harrison huh?” His jaw tensed as he spoke, eyes transfixed on the cereal in the bowl.

“Um,” You thought about your answer. This could be the thing to test the waters, see if his feelings were jealousy or something else. “No, he was just helping me out. I had a bit too much to drink.”

“Yeah those body shots are lethal.” Tom quirked a smug smile before he cleaned up and went to get ready for the day. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you did the same.

~~~~~~~~~

The library was empty that day, not many people went to study on a Sunday. You were quite pleased at the emptiness, it made it easy to focus and to drive your brain into your work. Which you did for about an hour before your body started craving caffeine.

Thankfully the stall for coffee was just outside and was good enough to quench your need. You stood at the back of the small line consisting of two girls who were gossiping to each other. You ignored their conversation, instead choosing to scroll through your newsfeed on your phone. Until-

“I saw you with Tom Holland last night.”

You tried not to listen, you really did.

“Yeah he was nice.” The other girl shrugged and your heart fell into your stomach. She was the girl from last night, the one that had been doing shots with Tom, the one that had been standing in your apartment hours earlier.

“Nice?” Her friend questioned as you tried to hide your face in your hoodie.

The girl sighed as they grabbed their coffee and moved to the side. “Well he took me to his room and we were about to… you know. But then he just got sad.”

“Really?”

She nodded, holding her coffee tightly in her hands and making a disgruntled expression. “He started crying about his roommate and how in love with her he was.” She took a sip as her friend touched her shoulder sympathetically. “That girl’s so lucky and she doesn’t even know it.”

The coffee vendor asked you what you wanted but you couldn’t hear him, all you could hear was the girl’s words being repeated in your head. Your heart was most definitely in your stomach or throat now, you could feel it everywhere, pumping as quickly as it could.

You forwent the coffee and smiled to yourself as you made your way home, trying to run through what words you would say to Tom. Maybe you could just kiss him and surprise him like they do in the movies.

But then just as quickly as the elated feelings had come, they had been torn away by one particular thought.

What if it wasn’t true?

What if the girl had only been saying that because she knew you were behind her? Or to cover up the truth about what really happened last night?

Your heart slowed down as you reached the door, your smile faded into nerves as you entered and saw Tom playing video games. He waved at you without taking his eyes off the screen, his face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to beat the level. You smiled at him as he paused the game and turned to look at you.

The awkward tension from that morning had simmered away and it was just you and Tom again like normal. How could you possibly ruin that again? The words bubbled in your throat as he asked you what was up but they faded into nothing as you made up an excuse and headed for your room.

And that was that.

Or so you thought.

It was 2 weeks later when you were both invited to another party. It was louder than yours and you hardly knew anyone so you stuck to Tom like glue, not that he minded of course.

Eventually you ran into Harrison as Tom went to get drinks. You could feel the buzz of the alcohol coursing through your system as you spoke to Harrison, the smile on your face permanent as your thoughts drifted to Tom.

You saw the girl from the other party and the library enter with her friend and all of a sudden your jealousy kicked in as she greeted Tom. All of a sudden you were asking Harrison to do shots and making your way to the kitchen.

More people joined in as the shots got more daring including the classic body shot. Harrison had volunteered for you to finally do one on him and you smirked, feeling more tipsy than before as he poured the salt on him.

You looked over to Tom and saw that look again from across the room as you met his eyes - the clenched jaw and burning gaze. He made his way to you quickly and just before you could lick the salt from Harrison’s abs, he volunteered himself.

You made no objections as he took off his shirt and laid down, the salt on his abs as he smirked at you. “Go ahead darling.” You almost shivered at his words before you complied with the rules of a body shot. Lick. Shot. Lime.

But before you could finish, the lime went missing. You searched for it before Tom smirked and opened his mouth, revealing the green skin of the lime. He smirked as he took it out.

You felt as if you were in a daydream again but everything felt much more real. You pinched yourself to make sure and Tom furrowed his brow before you kissed him without a second thought.

You tasted the lime on his tongue as it swirled around yours, his lips melding perfectly to your own. He tasted like whisky, tequila, lime and Tom. He was what you had been needing and craving this whole time and even though your mind was deep in alcohol it didn’t take much to realise that you loved him.

When the kiss parted, both of you needing air, you both had wide smiles beneath the slight haze of alcohol which was steadily wearing off. The kiss seemed to bring you both back to Earth and finally right where you both needed to be.

Tom laughed and rested his forehead against yours. “I wanted to do that for fucking ages. I love you.” His words were soft and genuine, making your heart melt.

“I love you too.” You smiled and kissed him again, sure that you would never get tired of his lips. The kiss lingered for longer and was much sweeter than before as you explored every inch of his mouth.

It was Tom to speak first as a calm silence settled over you. The party was roaring on and yet it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

“Another body shot?” Tom smirked and you returned it with a bite to your lip.

“Try and stop me.”

Famous last words.

#katiesblurbs #katies blurbs #tom Holland x reader #tom Holland x y/n #tom Holland x you #tom Holland blurb #Katie writes

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pixigirl · 4 years

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Chloe?

Who will Marinette choose? Luka or Adrien and will Chloe save the day?

Context: Luka and Marinette are dating but she still has feeling for Adrien and Luka knows it.

A miraculous ladybug one-shot (which may have a continuation of some kind??). This is a typed version of an amazing role play I was part of in the Tumblr chat called Miraculous Ladybug. Owner: @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

Participants: @viperionx, @pixigirl, @ravenabby, @purrpewl and @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

Marinette

Luka

Chloe

A: Adrien

B: Chloe’s butler - Jean

HM: Hawkmoth

(At Andre’s ice-cream stall)

*gets ice cream and gives it to Marinette* Here you go!

*takes ice cream* mmm thanks Luka

Anything for you *smiles and sits down on the bench with Marinette*

*starts eating ice cream beside him* delicious

A: Oh, hey guys

Hey Adrien

H-hey Adrien

A: Enjoying the ice cream?

Y-yeah it’s delicious. You should get some.

*thinks: she still likes him, doesn’t she*

*coo coo (pigeon)*

Hey Chloe. You’re here too. You should also get some ice cream

Chloe? As in the mayor’s daughter?

A:Yeah she is our classmate.

Ugh! Like I have time for that high calorie stuff!

Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

Your loss not mine

*chuckles*

A: Come on Chloe be nice.

If you want some quality you can get only the classiest gelato at our new hotel restaurant.

Just saying.

*sighs*

What? You said be nice!

I prefer Andre’s ice cream over expensive gelato *laughs*

A: *laughs*

You can join us if you like

A: He has the best love heart ice cream

Y-yeah *looking at Adrien*

*raises eyebrow* heart ice cream?

*looks at Marinette and signs*

Yeah Chloe whoever eats Andre’s ice cream will stay in love forever

Really??? *surprised*

*nods* that’s what he told all of Paris

*looks at Adrien*

You just have to believe

A: believe!

W-well I personally don’t believe in baby fairy tales like that but if Adrikins insists!

Sure

Let’s go get some more ice cream I’ve finished mine

I’ll just wait here

Ok its your treat

Ok *goes to get ice cream*

*smiles and sighs*

*eyes Luka*

*looks at Chloe and Adrien* Soooooo are you two like together?

Like since kindergarten!

Wait what-?

You’ve been dating since kindergarten?!

A: I um – no?

Dating? I thought you were asking how long we have been friends

*shakes head* no I meant dating, sorry

A: Um... no? we are like long time besties

What about you? I’ve seen you around school. Don’t you hang with Juleka?

She’s my sister. I have to pick her up from school every day, I go to College Francoise Dupont.

YOU’RE JULEKA’S BROTHER?! Wait… *squints hard and leans close into Luka* Actually I can kind of see it.

*Adrien leaves to go get ice cream so he can bring some back for Chloe*

You have the same eyebrows! *she says with triumphant*

Huh we do? I never noticed that, thanks for pointing it out miss bourgeois.

Omg you do!

*he notices that Chloe is still very close to his face* are we having a staring contest or do you just like looking at my face?

Hmmm… that’s a pretty unique eye colour you have. Are they contacts?

*shakes head* no they are 100% real

*finally pulls back* Get out! No way!

*laughs* I promise they’re real

*awkward silence*

*Luka looks over to Marinette in distance* So… you and Dupain-Cheng… what is your guys’ deal?

*looks at Chloe* we’ve been dating for three months. Its our uh three month anniversary today…

*blunty* cute

Yeah. I guess *shrugs*

*marinette still getting ice cream*

*takes a seat on the bench crossing one leg over the* sooooo…... Anniversary huh?

*comes back with ice cream* I see you two are getting to know each other better.

Oh yeah… I feel enlightened *blunt sarcasm*

Mmmm

*sighs*

He’s a reaaalll talker isn’t he

Mmhmm *hands them both ice creams* here you go

Thank you ma-ma-Marinette *takes it*

I am glad you are getting along okay

I communicate better with music *scratches behind his neck*

*slaps Luka’s arm* Why are you still teasing me about it

OW! *pretending to be hurt*

Because it’s cute

No its not

Yes it is

*Chloe rollers her eyes as she internally gags*

*glares at him*

Don’t look at me like that or ill keep going.

Not if I have anything to say about it *pretending to be mad*

*laughs* still as cute as when we first met

And you’ve been teasing me about it since we first met

*Chloe thinks: oh now I’m definitely gonna hurl…* Oh, Adrikiiiins!!!!

Oh here we go again

Are you gonna come back anytime soon? *hmm he must be too far away to hear me*

Well I’m gonna keep doing it for as long as we are together

Hahaha (sarcastically)*glares but lets it go because she doesn’t want her icecream to melt*

*chloe abruptly stands* RIIIIIIIIIGHT… im gonna just…. *walks over to Adrien*

*raises an eye brow at chloe’s strange behaviour*

*rolls his eyes playfully and starts to eat his icecream as he leans on marinettes shoulder*

Is Chloe acting weird?

She probably just isn’t used to proper relationships

Yeah I guess *still suspicious*

She’ll get used to it soon

I hope so. She can be great if she wants to

*Chloe hugs Adrien joyfully after he giver her an icecream*

*Marinette is trying not the be jealous but can’t help it*

*she accidentally breaks her cone and notices that her hand is now very wet and groans loudly*

*looks over* Oh no. What happene- *sees why* oh right.

I think I was just holding the cone too tight

Do you need help getting it off

*starts to wipe her hands with a tissue from her purse* No it’s okay I got it. Thanks.

But you could get me another ice cream 😊

Don’t worry you can just have mine, I haven’t eaten much

You sure? What about you?

I’m not hungry anymore…

Oh ok thanks

*fake smile*

Can I ask you something?

Sure *she says as she stares at Adrien*

*looks at her* Do you actually like me? *shes not paying much attention* well then I guess there’s my answer

What?.. What do you mean?

You’re still in love with Adrien, aren’t you?

We are dating that means I like you.

*sighs* when are you going to stop lying to yourself and me?

I am not lying. Adrien is just a nice guy is all.

*rolls eyes* a ‘nice guy’ that’s all he is to you?

He’s also a great friend?

I see the way you look at him Marinette.. you’ve never looked at me that way. If you love him so much then why did you decide to date me?

I look at him the way at look at anyone else.

Oh, come on, Mari! I’m not stupid!

What does he have that I don’t? Money? Fame? Good looks?

I never liked him for those reasons! Is that what you think I want?

I don’t like Adrien that way anyway

I’m sure you don’t

*crushes her cone again because she is mad*

I never stood a chance against him. He is perfect, I’m sorry I couldn’t be

Nonsense. I never said he was perfect he has his flaws, every person does.

*tears fill his eyes* did you ever love me?

*sighs* I don’t think I did

Ok well, did you ever like me at least?

*hesitates* Y-no, no I didn’t.

*tears fall down his face*

I am so sorry Luka. I am such an idiot.

*scoffs* I can’t do this anymore.

Neither can i. *woefully*

You should’ve told me the truth from the start. I’m done. It’s over *gets up and runs away still crying*

I’m sorr- *sighs and sits down*

*Chloe and Adrien have witnessed this event from afar and start to come down*

*Luka is sitting on the waters edge as he cries into his hands*

*Chloe could see Luka and is for some reason compelled to go see if he is okay*

Adrikins I need to go.. do stuff. Talk later *waves as she runs in Lukas direction*

-flash forward to Hawkmoth’s lair as the sky light opens-

HM: Such bitter sorrow of a broken heart who was so utterly betrayed by the one he loved… Fly away my little akuma and evilize that broken heart

-back to the river side-

*Luka is still sitting with his head hanging between his knees. He looks at the bracelet that Marinette gave him for their anniversary*

*footsteps approach from behind him* Hey… can I sit here?

*with tear-soaked eyes he looks at her and nods slowly*

*inahles deeply as she sits down*

*they sit in silence for a few minutes until chloe starts looking around awkwardly*

Soooo…….

I’m not in the mood please *as he puts his hands on his face once more and sniffles*

Uh.. There? There?

Thank you but you don’t have to stay

*sighs* Ok look, I’m trying this new thing where I’m supposed to care about other people’s problems so if you a problem I’m willing to-- *but before she continues she sees a familiar black butterfly out of the corner of her eye coming towards them. She grabs his wrist*RUN!

Wait wha-

Shut up and run pretty boy! *successfully pulls Luka away from the bridge*

*he thinks: what? Pretty boy*

*he sees an alleyway and pulls them both into it*

*breathing heavily* Did it follow us?

*shrugs* wow this alley way is tight *as she shuffles around*

*Chloe puts her hand on his face* You HAVE to think happy thoughts okay. Or it will find you again, quick!

i-i can’t..

Yes! you can! Come on. You like music right? Sing something then

Chloe I- *Akuma enters bracelet undetected*

*Chloe’s eyes widen as he pushes her away out of the alleyway and a familiar purple outline appears on his face*

*Luka is shaking as he tries to resist*

HM: Heart Rocker… The girl you were deeply in love with took your feelings forgranted and crushed them. Not I give you the power to return the favour.

*groans* No… I-I don’t wan-want to hurt a-anyone!

Luka fight it. You have to

*he falls to his knees as he holds his head shaking*

*his groans get louder and tears start streaming down his face*

HM: But she will only hurt you more. I’ll give you the power to play with her heartstrings and destroy the one that stands in your way. All I ask for in return are ladybug’s and Chat noir’s miraculous!

N-no! I can’t i- *cries out in pain* STOP!

*Chloe runs to him*

I’m s-so sorry…

Don’t give up now pretty boy, you can do this! Fight him! You know he is trying to trick you.

It-it hurts too much… I have no choice.

I know it hurts. I know YOU’RE hurt! But you can’t let him win now. You are stronger Luka! *hugs him tightly*

HM: don’t listen to that selfish little brat. I can give you POWER! I can get you revenge!

Get out of his head!!!!

I-i can’t do it-

No! *she starts yanking at his bracelet* GET OUT!

*shouts in pain*

*black bubbles start to form around him so Chloe tries even harder*

I’m t-to tired. I can-t fi-fight any long-er

You are NOT going to get HIM HAWKMOTH! YO HEAR ME! YOU STUPID, OLD, TACKY FART! *she rips the bracelet free*

*the Akuma is forced to leave the bracelet and tries to fly away as the bubbles around Luka fade*

Oh nooooo you don’t! *as she grabs an old broom from the garbage and starts to hit it against a wall, crushing it*

*Luka falls to the ground barely awake*

HM: I will get him next time *screams in anger as the light shade closes*

*once Chloe is sure the akums is dead she drops to the broom, get Luka’s bracelet and realises* OMG Luka!

*she moves his head to her lap and pats his head* Come on pretty boy… wake up *she starts to tear up* come pretty bo.. you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay….

*everything fades to black*

*Luka’s eyes flutter open* w-where am I?

B: Ah young sir. You’ve woken.

Who are you!? *looks around frantically* is this the Mayor’s hotel?

B:You may call me Jean.

w-wait.. the mayor, so chloe? Where is she? Is she ok? I didn’t hurt her did i? *he tries to get up but falls back down in pain*

B: The young miss is fine. She was quite frantic when she called me to pick you up. She demanded we place you in this suite to recuperate.

Sh-she did? Where is she now?

B: The hotel physician has already given you a look. You should be okay.

I sent Miss Bougeous to her room to calm her nerves. Like I said, she was quite frantic.

I Understand thank you jean. Could you please let Chlode know I say thankyou? For everything

B: I was quite surprised when she called though, I haven’t seen her this upset about someone else since…

Since when…?

B:*shakes head* please pay my words no heed.

*chloe bursts through door* FRANCOIS OR WHATEVER! ANY NEWS?! *spots Luka* You’re OKAY!!!!! *runs and and hungs him*

*he smiles* I owe you all my thanks. *he groans slightly because of the tight hug*

B: I will take my leave.

Yeah, yeah whatever claude

Thank you, jean.

*Butler nods and he leaves and shuts the door*

But really? How are you?

The doctor said you were ok but… It takes a lot to force hawkmoth out of your head.

*sighs* but you did it Chloe you got him to leave. You’re really strong.

*her eyes widen and she tries to hide her blushing with a blasé hair toss* Hmph! Its only natural. I AM the Great and Powerful Queen Bee after all

*chuckles* that it true but trust me, you’re amazing. I can’t thank you enough.

*stands and puffs chest with pride trying to hide her embarrassment* naturally!

Well…It would be utterly ridiculous if you stop!

*smiles and pulls her into another hug*

*her face is red* Ok…Ok.. You can let go now *weakly nudges him away*

But do you want me to?

*she is even redder and pushes away* Sh-Shut up Peasant!

So I’m not pretty boy anymore *pouts*

Oh shut it! *but she remembers something and she takes it out of her pocket* Oh here I picked this up for you.

Oooo a gift?

*she gives him a broken bracelet held together barely by rubber bands and staples*

*he tries not to laugh* I ug love it. Thank you

SHUT UP! Arts and crafts isn’t my strong suit ok! You caught me I’m not perfect!

Anyway. Your welcome to stay here for a couple of days if you want. You can bring your family too! I already had daddy deal with the expenses okay!

So! Just forget about that loser Dupain-Cheng and Adrien for now ok?! They aren’t worth your time.

Good-bye! *storms out completely flustered*

*Luka smiles and chuckles, shaking his head as he looks out the window. His heart still aches at the though of Marineette but at this moent… He thinks he is gonna be ok..*

--the end--

#miraculous #chloe bourgeois #adrienette #adrien agreste #lukanette #luka couffaine #role play #chat #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupen chang #miraculous ladybug

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Lunch Buddy: Chapter Nineteen

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Overall Story Facts: Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers makes a friend. A prickly, generally people-averse friend, but they’ll both take what they can get.

Quick Facts: Friendship (/Eventual Romance) – Steve Rogers & Reader (leading to Steve Rogers/Reader) – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 19: Twelve Strikes

Chapter Summary: Honestly, New Year’s Eve is usually mostly uneventful for most people. Usually. Mostly. For most people.

Chapter Word Count: 5380

A/N: This chapter was kind of fun and I hope you enjoy it. I really hope you enjoy it actually because while I know sort of how I want the next chapter to be I have no idea how it’s going to go, so an update might take a little longer. Also, just housekeeping news: I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I decided to make this story a series. Part one is this, the getting together. Part two is tentatively titled “Dinner Date” and it’s pretty much going to be the cute couple shit I’ve been wanting to write. I haven’t decided how yet I want to organize it, whether I’ll just be adding a new section to the LB masterlist or making a new post and linking it. I’ll let you know by next chapter as it will be the last one for this story before I start the next.

Anyways, please enjoy!

This was a bad, bad, bad idea. Me, alcohol, Steve, Steve’s friends, Steve, Steve in a tux, me, alcohol–

“Are you hiding already?”

I almost leaped out of my skin, but Sam just laughed at me. Jerk. But I hugged him because it was good to see him. And, if I was being honest, it was literally good to see him– Sam was a beautiful man and looked no less in his dark blue suit. However when I hugged him I was fine and normal. Why couldn’t I just appreciate Steve as an objectively beautiful man the way I could appreciate any of his friends as objectively beautiful people?

Although Natasha was so stunning in her long glittery black dress that I had run to the bar so I’d have an excuse not to babble “you pretty lady” at her like the caveman I was. So maybe I was just a mess.

“I’m just– getting a drink,” I said and gestured, only to accidentally hit the glass and scramble to keep it from sliding right off the ridiculously smooth and utterly unblemished “wood” counter. That’s what the whole place felt like actually– bright and shiny with nary an imperfection to grab onto.

“You okay?” Sam asked and leaned against the bar. His body blocked me from a happily chattering couple just as they made it to the space next to us, and I tried to calm the fuck down. Steve invited me, I got in just as easily as anybody, it was fine; I was fine.

“I’m okay. Can’t remember the last time I went to an actual party but other than that.” I picked up my drink but it was already almost gone so I put it right back down. Even if I wasn’t trying to monitor my alcohol intake that would have been worrisome. I breathed. I was here and I (and everyone else) was going to have to deal with it.

“Yeah, it’s not really my scene either, but.” He shrugged and smiled. “It’s New Year’s Eve; why not live it up a little?”

Said the man who looked like he belonged here. “I guess,” I said and looked around. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to see Steve or avoid him.

Sam motioned for a bartender and made a few smooth hand gestures that got me a refill and him a copy of my drink. He took a sip, paused, and then raised both eyebrows at me.

“Don’t you judge me,” I said and sank closer to my cup. “Steve promised good alcohol. And this isn’t even the top shelf.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s all top shelf. But I wasn’t going to say anything.” He pushed away from the bar. “Come on; you found the best thing about Tony’s parties and now I’m going to show you the second best thing about them.”

That did make me perk up. “The food?”

Sam grinned. “The food.”

Second best had yet to be claimed, as first place was a tie.

“Do you think they’ll miss it if I just steal the whole tray?” I asked, staring at the waiter walking around with the really good wraps. I didn’t know what the hell was in them but I didn’t care. If I ended up poisoned later I would have no regrets.

“Thor’s done that before,” Darcy said. “It was awesome.”

Jane’s expression told me why Darcy used past tense. Too bad, but I could tell why he would have towed the line. Darcy (“Avengers wrangler extraordinaire”) and Jane (astrophysicist and Thor’s partner) were kind, smart, beautiful, and fun. That guy kept really good company.

“I think Steve’s done it too,” Sam said. “At least once.”

“Hm.” The tray was getting low, so I looked around the room for another one to pick at. “Do you think if I say I’m eating Steve’s share they’ll just hand it over?”

“What am I sharing?”

I took a moment to, again, chill the fuck out, and then I turned to look at Steve. Somehow it was easier to see him all put-together in a suit now than it had been the night he had shown up all disheveled, but he still looked stupid handsome in straight black and combed hair.

“I’m going to eat all the food on your behalf,” I said and swatted at his stomach. Lightly, because I wasn’t a jerk (and otherwise I would have just hurt my hand). “I’m helping you watch your waistline.”

“I've seen how much Steve eats,” Natasha said, coming around him and somehow making Steve look boring with her dark red matte lips, sparkling chandelier-like earrings, and flawlessly fitting gown. She smiled at me and raised a single perfect eyebrow. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Would you like some?” I asked her. “I’ll share. Just not with Steve; he owes me, like, at least three more grocery bags of snacks.”

“So much for hospitality,” Steve said. He sounded like he was trying to be flat but the smile he couldn’t wrestle off his face fucked that up. But it was a good thing. “If I give you all my food here are we even?”

I thought about it. “The food is pretty good…”

He laughed and opened his arms, and I went in for the hug. When he squeezed me my heart did a happy little somersault and I briefly considered letting him break it. Any more of this and I would have small woodland creatures following me pretty soon. Talk about a dead giveaway. “Easy, easy,” I said and tried to straighten up. “I have delicate alcohol here.”

“Oh, right; I forgot about what’s really important,” Steve said, still smiling widely as we parted.

“I’ve got priorities,” I said and took a sip. “Alcohol, you.”

“I come before food?”

I had to think about it. “Alcohol slash food, you.”

“I come before–”

“Take a fucking compliment Steve,” I said and downed the rest of my drink. A few of his friends laughed and I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

“If only,” a new person said. A beautiful blonde woman who had somehow sidled up right between Steve and Natasha without me noticing. Without Steve noticing too, by the way he jolted. But he looked delighted to see her. “Sharon,” he said and hugged her carefully to keep her full flute of champagne from spilling over her ash grey silky smooth dress. For fuck’s sake; could Steve have one friend who didn’t look like a goddamn model?

When Steve turned to introduce us I realized, oh yeah, that was me. My glass was far too empty but I swallowed back the bitterness on my own. Sharon was very sweet and had no problem turning her attention away from Steve to properly greet me. Unlike the people starting to gather and gawk.

“That’s a lovely bracelet,” Sharon said. “May I see?”

“Sure,” I said, feeling my mood lift at the mention. She and Natasha admired it. As well they should have.

“It’s beautiful,” Natasha said. “Where did you get it?”

“Um…” I looked around at all the strangers, some of whom were trying to sneak in closer to Steve– who looked a little uncomfortable while some woman chatted him up. I decided to play it safe and said, “A friend gave it to me for Christmas.” Hopefully my smile didn’t look as big as it felt.

“A friend?” Sharon pressed.

“A very good friend,” I said.

She tilted her head and smiled like we were in on something together. I wished I knew what it was. “Are you sure they’re just a friend? That’s a pretty special m–”

“Hey, do you want me to go get you another drink?” Steve asked me.

I was sort of relieved Steve stomped on the conversation at that point because I was just going to be miserable if we tread that road too far. However I couldn’t believe what he was asking me; he must have been desperate to escape his conversation. “Do you have any idea what I’m drinking?”

“I can guess,” he said, which…he never drank, so how… “Fine; then come with me?”

I looked at Sharon who was seemingly unbothered by the interruption. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you,” I said and Steve, acting the perfect gentleman, gave me his arm to hang onto while we made our way through the crowd. Hanging onto Steve, good alcohol, his friends being nice and not looking at me twice; I actually felt…okay.

“Are you having a good time?” Steve asked, sounding hopeful.

“Did you see that? I had a perfectly normal conversation with another human being,” I said proudly.

“You’re doing very well.”

I jumped as Natasha came up and took his other arm. “Hello again Natasha,” Steve said, sounding annoyed. Apparently he didn’t like her sudden appearing act either.

“You're not the only one wanting the bar, Steve,” she told him. She then looked past him to smile at me. She did ‘reassuring’ shockingly well. Well, she was a spy; she could probably do anything she wanted. “How are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks,” I said. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”

She batted her hand at me, but it was her coquettish smile that made me laugh. “Be careful with complements like that, or I’ll steal you from Steve so I can hear them more often.”

It might have been a joke, but a woman like Natasha was so beautiful maybe people just assumed she knew. “You should hear it more often,” I said sincerely.

Natasha’s smile smoothed out– in a good way, I thought. She gripped Steve’s arm hard enough to make him flinch. “I’m glad you got yourself someone with sense,” she said and slipped away just as we got to the counter.

“It’s a little sad you make me look sensible by comparison,” I said and ordered another drink for me, and something for Steve to try.

“It’s a low bar,” Steve admitted and put his arm around behind me. It was just because the space was crowded, but it felt so nice. When the drinks were delivered I grabbed mine with one hand and slid Steve’s over to him with the other. “Am I carrying your drinks now?” he asked.

I elbowed him and looked around for one of the less-populated areas of the room I had scoped out earlier. “I think you’ll like the taste of it,” I said and grabbed the edge of Steve’s jacket to lead him. “Come on; let’s go catch our breath.”

He didn’t complain then; he just followed along.

“Captain Rogers!”

Or tried to.

A woman (beautiful, of course) with wavy blond hair came right up to him– and I got my first red flag when Steve tensed up. I got my second red flag in flashing lights when she practically shoved in between us. Had I stayed where I was it would have been literal, but I managed to save my dress and drink from combining. And, when she failed to apologize (or even acknowledge my existence) I considered turning my glass up over her head. Instead I took a sip to quell the growing rage and glared daggers at her perfectly-made-up head.

“Hello,” Steve said and looked at me. I lifted my cup and mimed dumping it on her. It got a smile, at least.

“It’s so good to see you again; I missed you at the last party,” she said and gave me an aneurysm when she wrapped her arms around his arm. Steve tugged but man, she had him worse than a boa constrictor. It was almost admirable, if I didn’t want so badly to take some hairspray and a lighter to get her off.

I took another drink. ‘Down girl; he isn’t yours,’ I told myself. It didn’t do much.

“I wasn’t at the last party,” Steve said, looking at me and drawing her attention.

I got my polite face on just before she turned her head my way. She sized me up and I stared at her. Yeah, pretty, sure. But Sharon was prettier. And nicer. “Hello,” Handsy said, perfectly icy. “Do you need something?”

‘Yeah– for you to fuck off,’ I thought. “Oh, I’m just waiting for Steve,” I said and smiled. It felt bland and fake and I didn’t care if it looked it.

“Well, we’re going to be a while,” she said even though Steve’s face clearly said that no, no they weren't.

“That’s fine; I’ll wait!” I said, a little more chipper than I wanted but, fuck it, she was pissing me off. She glared at me, so at least the feeling was mutual.

“STEVEN!”

We both jumped and Steve took the chance to extract himself from Handsy’s grip. “Thor!” he said and the two of them gave (and therefore received) hugs that looked like they would crack lesser spines. Wow Thor was even bigger than I thought he would be. Objectively he wasn’t that much bigger than Steve, but it felt like he filled the room. It was a little intimidating. But Handsy smiled patiently, and she was the reason I stayed close by– I didn’t want to risk leaving Steve alone with her.

“I want you to meet someone, actually,” Steve said and that was all the warning I got before Steve reached around Handsy to grab me and pull me in front of him so he could introduce me to Thor, Thor to me.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Thor said and shook my hand with very measured strength. It was easy to forget that Steve was strong, but I had a feeling you couldn’t forget it with this guy. “I’ve heard many good things.”

That sounded a little rehearsed, so maybe he was nervous and awkward too? I ran with it. “Likewise,” I said, because it was polite, and also true. Steve really respected and liked Thor and I wanted to make a good impression. I just didn’t know what to say. “I, uh, met Jane and Darcy earlier.”

He brightened at the mere mention. “Are they not wonderful?”

“They’re great,” I said and (only partly joking) added, “You’re a lucky guy; you must have done something pretty good to deserve them.”

Thor froze.

I froze too and started a chorus of ‘shit shit shit shit shit’ in my head. However I didn’t get a chance to even plan my apology before he let out a loud laugh that made me jump. “Oh, I am sorry!” he said and put his other hand on my arm. “It is true, but I did not expect to hear it from you.”

Weird, but I had the good sense not to say so. I was still coming down from the almost fuck-up so I missed what Steve said, but when Thor enthusiastically responded with a flurry of words that were unrecognizable despite being in a mostly-English sentence, I stepped back to let them geek out. Some people were coming and I really did need a breather, so I waited for Steve to look at me. When he did I held up one index finger, he nodded, and then he put his arm around Thor to lead him in one direction while I went the other.

The gaggle followed them. Or maybe people simply went in that general direction, I couldn’t tell and didn’t really care. I got to a little offset spot where the walls met awkwardly and took a few minutes for myself. I spent most of that time staring at a dark-haired woman who went between Steve and Natasha and I wondered if I had met her yet. She looked familiar but maybe she wasn’t? This was frustrating.

Handsy showed up again just as I was thinking about going back to the bar for some water. “So,” she said, still smiling politely but without even trying to introduce herself. ‘Handsy’ it was then. “How did you meet Captain Rogers?”

Trying to reconcile Steve with the image conjured by “Captain Rogers” caused a cognitive dissonance so strong I nearly had to physically shake it out of my head. “Oh, um…we met at a coffee shop we both happened to be at. Became friends.”

She waited for a few seconds, but since it wasn’t really her business I didn’t go on. “How cute,” she said blithely and smoothed out her dress. Admittedly she did cut a lovely figure in it. “The captain and I met at one of Stark’s parties a while back. We really hit it off.”

“That’s nice.” Thankfully I caught sight of Pepper heading my way so I straightened up at the prospect of a distraction.

Handsy turned to face her too and while I couldn’t see the look on her face, the high-pitched (super fucking fake) excited squeal of Pepper’s name from her mouth and look of absolutely strained politeness on Pepper’s face made me want to merge with the wall to avoid what was almost certainly going to involve bloodshed. But they hugged and, though stiff, they miraculously came out of it with all eyes and limbs intact.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but if you don’t mind,” Pepper said and gestured at me.

“Oh, of course; it was lovely to see you,” Handsy said.

And then left.

I gawked and when Pepper said my name in a tone of “what’s wrong” I wanted to ask her what the hell that was– in a polite, reasonable way befitting an adult who got invited to a Very Fancy Party– but what came out of my mouth was, “I thought you two were going to fight.”

I glared at my drink in betrayal, but I was so unaffected that it wasn’t even funny so the glass was just a convenient scapegoat. Pepper laughed at least– and smiled to show teeth. “It wouldn’t have been much of a fight.”

I laughed. And then, because I was a (mostly) functioning adult: “Thank you for letting me tag along on Steve’s invite; I appreciate it.”

“‘Letting you’ nothing; I’m glad Steve finally got you to come to one of these,” Pepper said. “How are you doing?”

“I’m all right; taking a breather,” I said. The dark-haired lady was talking to Jane now. “I’m trying to remember names now before I wade back in.”

Pepper nodded. “That’s Maria Hill.”

“Oh thank god, I don’t think I’ve met her yet.” I then realized Pepper was hosting (mostly, I thought; Stark was being loud elsewhere so maybe it was a two-pronged approach) and I looked her over. She looked perfect, but still. “How are you? It must be tiring.”

“Oh, a little.” She waved a hand carelessly. “It gets easier.”

“That’s good,” I said. And had nothing else. I looked around but the bar was busy– Plan B then. “I should go find Steve so he doesn’t think I ditched him.”

“I think I saw him at that end of the bar,” Pepper said and gestured to one of the crowds, because of course. As she motioned though, she saw someone she knew and waved.

“Thanks Pepper. I’ll track him down,” I said as the other person brought his partner over to say hi. Well, that was one hiding place completely ruined. Hopefully the others were all right.

“If you have any problems, just come find me,” she said and went to greet her friend with actual joy and excitement. That was a nice offer that I absolutely wasn’t going to take her up on. I could handle a crowd of people and bitchy partygoers. Weddings were way worse than this scene. So I shored up and went to the place where Steve apparently was. Which he was– in the middle of a crowd of people who had gathered around to listen to Thor tell a story.

I didn’t even try to nudge my way in. I made a trip to the bathroom, snagged a new drink from a small open spot at the bar, and went over to the food table. Natasha and Phil Coulson were talking to their friend (Maria). They looked up when I got closer and I nodded, trying to be unobtrusive as I grabbed a little crostini-thing with some stuff on top of it, but they turned to face me and I stopped before I even got the thing to my mouth. “Uh…” I said, looking at all of them. I lowered the hors d’oeuvre. “Sorry; I didn’t mean to…intrude?”

“You didn’t,” Phil said and extended his hand. I had a drink in one hand and food in the other, and nowhere to put the food. So I shoved it in my mouth, switched the glass to my food-tainted fingers, and shook his hand while I chewed like I was trying to take a prize at an eating contest. Not easy with how crunchy it was but it was good, at least.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said like I hadn’t just done a disaster dance right in front of him. Nice man.

I swallowed. “And in a better situation,” I said, trying to pretend at dignity.

Natasha said my name and then introduced me and Maria Hill to each other. She added, to me, like she was telling me a funny secret, “Don’t worry; she doesn’t bite.” Natasha even winked. Wow; who knew a woman that gorgeous could also be such a fucking dork? I was a little in love.

“Oh Natasha, don’t lie to her like that,” Maria said and very obviously scoped me out. Honestly, I might not have minded the biting. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

‘Finally?’ What the hell was Steve saying about me? “Uh–”

“Ooo, is this a new spy induction ceremony?”

Tony Stark sauntered up and I tried not to laugh at him outright but the idea was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but snicker. Stark raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “I’m clumsy, would rather walk under a ladder than walk past a gym, and avoid people if I can help it. I would be the worst spy ever.” I swirled my glass. “All that said, thanks for letting me tag along with Steve. I like your booze.”

“At least you have taste,” Stark said. “Are you the reason I saw Rogers walking around with a half-full glass himself?”

“Still half-full huh?” I asked and looked around, but there was no Steve in sight. With the one second loss of attention Tony Stark moved on to talking to the other three. Since I was hemmed in in a way that would attract attention should I leave (and I was right by the best snacks that just got replaced) I stayed and socialized. Or ‘socialized.’ Stark was a talker– not as fast as I had expected but fast enough that whenever he looked at me for a response I only had time to make a facial expression before he was on about something else. He was kind of funny, but also kind of an asshole– like, he was okay, but I still felt cautious and I could see how he and Steve might be at cross-purpose more often than not.

I felt pretty pleasant though. Nobody was glomming onto the Avengers just for being Avengers anymore (even Handsy was off laughing with a group of friends), people were talking around me without making me participate, the lights were bright in a sort of haloed way, I had good food and drink in hand, and the room was comfortably warm. I just needed one more thing and it would have been perfect. Or maybe I was better off without him.

…No. I still wanted Steve around, even if I was being the world’s biggest idiot about having a dumb crush. Even if this only ended in heartbreak and I had to watch him hook up with other people for the rest of my days, his company was worth that much.

I was only half-listening to Tony when he made some dumb joke and I had sussed out his personality enough to comfortably and casually tell him, “Go fuck yourself.”

His mouth dropped open and he gasped. “Cap!” he said and pointed at me like he was a lawyer in a courtroom drama and I was this week’s case. “Your plus one just told me to go fuck myself!”

Warm chuckles drifted on high from behind me and I felt even more comfortable when Steve came around to stand at my side, just slightly behind my arm. “Is that all? She tells me that almost every day.”

I was taking a drink so I flipped Steve off without looking.

“See?” Steve said. “Sometimes even nonverbally.”

“Well,” Tony said, pouting. “Now I don’t feel special.”

I gave him an awkward consolation pat on the shoulder.

Pepper arrived then so Tony turned his mania onto her. I turned my head to look up at Steve. His shoulders were loose and his expression leaned closer to a smile than not. “Hi,” I said, trying not to smile too big.

“Hey,” he said. “Having fun?”

“Mm hm,” I replied. His smile was soft and sweet and the light formed a glow around him.

Someone coughed next to us. Steve jolted and I turned my eyes as far away from him as I could. “I’m sorry,” Steve said to someone else and lightly tugged at the shoulder of my dress as he said my name. “I want you to meet someone.”

I looked back but didn’t let myself get to Steve. I settled my eyes firmly on the (of course, handsome,) wavy-haired brunet next to him. Steve then introduced me to his friend, Bruce Banner.

“Sorry for the terrible first impression,” I said as we shook hands.

“I’m sure Steve deserved it,” Bruce said kindly. “And I know Tony did.”

“Hey,” the two of them said in near-unison.

“You are right,” I said. “On both counts.”

“What is this rudeness at my party?” Tony grumbled. “I could kick you both out.”

“You promise?” Bruce said, which was much funnier than my response of grabbing a few hors d’oeuvres and hastily wrapping them in a napkin.

Steve tugged at my sleeve again as the conversation turned to Who Can Roast Tony The Best. I leaned in closer to Steve and he came down to my ear to ask, “Do you still have that corner open?” in a low voice that made me shudder.

‘Boy do I,’ I thought but kept that to myself. I grabbed his sleeve and pulled as I slipped out of the group, and he followed easily.

The party picked up in noise and excitement but Steve and I stayed in my second-favorite corner for a while, sharing my napkin-wrapped snacks and drinking the water he had momentarily stolen away to grab (and which he refused to replace with alcohol until I had drunk the whole thing).

It was getting a little chilly since we were right by a patio door but I was content and tried to show as much. Steve left momentarily to go say hi to someone and I rubbed my arms, trying to warm and wake myself at the same time. While it wasn’t necessarily past my bedtime it was just…tiring. I was a little relieved that Steve had stepped away, because it gave me a few moments to rest my eyes.

“Hey.”

“Back already?” I asked and opened my eyes as I smiled at him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked and hesitated, like he would actually leave if I said so. Dork.

“Of course not,” I said. “I just…I know you have friends here; you don’t have to keep me company if you don’t want to.”

“What if I want to?” Steve said and glanced around, coming back to me with a shy smile that was begging for a kiss.

I swallowed the urge and smiled at him. “Well. I’m certainly not going to chase you off.”

His eyes brightened and he retook his place next to me. We went back to staying in affable silence and it was good to have a reminder of why I didn’t really want to kiss him. This was the most comfortable I had been with a human being in a very long time and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him. Not for awkwardness, not for regret, not for anything.

Apparently I was worse at concealing the chill than I thought. “Here,” Steve said and didn’t wait a second before he draped his jacket over my shoulders. “Is that better?”

I was caped with a warm, surprisingly soft jacket that smelled like Steve. ‘Better’ was a wildly inaccurate term; I was lucky I wasn’t fucking catatonic. God, I had problems. “You don’t need it?”

“Nah,” he said. And put his arm around me. “Is this okay?”

“Warm,” was the only word I could form.

“Good,” he chuckled and did not pull away from me, even when the door didn’t open for a while. I was so comfortable. Too comfortable. But I ignored the warning bells and leaned my head against his shoulder, letting my eyes droop a little in comfort.

And then I noticed his friends were staring at us and my eyes opened right back up. Fuck, shit, fuck, did they know? He had at least two spies for friends, they had to know, I was lucky Steve hadn’t yet noticed; how did I get so fucking sloppy? I sat up straight.

“Are you all right?” Steve asked.

“Uh, I think your friends might need you,” I said and nodded in their direction. While he looked over them I swirled the remainder of my water and then tossed it back. “I need a drink.” Understatement.

“All right then,” Steve said and stood with me. “It’s my turn to show you my favorite corner.” And so it was my turn to follow and I did, but when he slipped his arm around me, as we pressed together to squeeze through people, I leaned into it and stole yet another little, selfish moment for myself.

As soon as I got my replacement drink he then led me all the way down the bar, then around and over to a lesser-used part of the wrap-around counter that was away from most of the fun and in an awkward corner that was even out of the light and shaded.

“Nice,” I said. “It’s a little small though. Are we going to rock-paper-scissors or just shove each other out of the way for it?” If I angled just right I could make him shove me into it. Granted, I would probably be made one with the wall, but sacrifices must be made sometimes.

“I have an idea,” Steve said. And he sat down. But just as I was about to commend him on his deviousness he

1) put his hands on my waist

2) pulled

and I

3) turned to grab onto something

4) failed

and 5) fell.

Into his lap.

I sat, frozen for a moment. But I didn’t say anything. Steve didn’t say anything. And I didn’t get up. I just kept…sitting on him. Eventually I found my voice. “Did I crush you?” I asked, feeling a little hoarse, and probably drowned out by the sounds of cheering.

“No,” Steve said, hard to hear through the excitement of the countdown as it started. I turned my upper body to look at him, but whatever joke I was going to make about ‘comfortable seats’ died before it formed.

Steve, half-cast in shadows and whatever scattered lightshow was going on behind us, stared at me, something inscrutable. A spot of red light splashed over his lips for a moment and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. They were slightly opened, dry from the air, and I felt so warm, so…what could it hurt? Just one little moment; would he mind so much just one little ta–

His arms tightened around me and he moved, bringing those lips to meet mine as the room erupted in cacophony. After just a second I slid my drink onto the counter, wrapped my arms around him, and returned the kiss with everything I had.

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

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Hi my sweet baby k! You deserve ALL THE FOLLOWERS! Congrats on the milestone! Heres to many many more! 💜😍🌻 2nd list. #21, 63, 98 with Ashton I LOVE YOU

Skyler, thank you so much, my sunflower! 🌻 Hope you like this! I love you more! 💖💖💖

Touring with the band wasn’t easy. You knew that before you agreed on that crazy idea popped out of your best friend one night.

You’ve known Ashton for long, an eternity it seems sometimes. You even went so far couple of times to say you knew him your entire life. And that wasn’t an exaggeration of any kind, you knew well enough you’ve lived an entirely different life since you met him. So you’ve seen one too many times how drained of all strength he was coming home from tours. And promo radio tours were even worse, as he had no chance to get the energy and drive from playing his music live to people, being doomed to numerous interviews and events.

So when one night he suggested you going with him to that european promo thing, you knew it wouldn’t be as easy and fun as Ash was saying. You’ve spent not one sleepless night considering his offer, which he repeated the very next morning, wishing to show he wasn’t acting on alcohol or anything and really wanted you to go. Still you weren’t sure. Not sure to refusing him eventually, but he, knowing well what your answer would be, used his secret weapon. You were stubborn, yes, but never stubborn enough for his puppy eyes. Damn, he knew you had hard times resisting his eyes and was shameless enough to use it against you.

So you agreed. And you haven’t regretted it for a bit. But it was exactly as hard as you thought it would be. New city every day, changing of timezones and languages wasn’t easy in the first place. And the fact that you’ve seen your best friend only early in the morning before his interviews or late in the night after, tired and practically sleeping with open eyes, wasn’t adding to your fun. Sure there were couple days off you two spent together, but it was much less than you wanted. And much less than he needed.

Despite that you loved every day of the tour and cherished every moment spent with Ashton. Even half an hour you spent earlier today under the pouring rain in Berlin, trying to find the way to your hotel. That was actually the best part of the tour so far. You both got soaked in no time and soon were shaking from the wind, but you couldn’t help laughing. You just felt so free and so happy. Ashton had a tendency to bring up those feelings in you since the day. And even though you never let yourself bask in them for long (knowing there was no point in growing up a crush on your own best friend), you let yourself feel absolutely happy under that rain. Especially when Ashton put a strain of wet hair off your face and under some impulse hugged you so hard he almost crashed your ribs. You didn’t say a word, though. You were just standing there under the rain, hugging each other, and nothing in the world was better than this moment. And when it ended he didn’t say a word. You were also keeping silent. You just smiled to each other and kept going through the streets of an unknown city, your hand in his big warm hand.

You tried not to put great store on it. It was nothing, you knew, just a friendly episode. But you knew it was the best moment of your life so far. You knew you’d probably pay for it with the heartache later. You were already paying, you knew, as you felt restless lying here in your bed for several hours, feeling cold and hot at the same time. You knew you wouldn’t sleep that night. At least not here and alone. So you got out of your bed and went to the only place where you could get help.

Ashton was a deep sleeper and there was no point in knocking at his door at the middle of the night. You tried to call him couple times while you were still in your room, but there was no answer. Fortunately, you had a spare key to his room. “For the emergency,” he said, handing it to you. And tonight you had an emergency, didn’t you? So you exited your room, made sure no one was there in the hall to see you sneaking in one certain drummer’s room and entered his suite. You tiptoed to his bed and shook his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” he mumbled and turned his head the other side, trying to bury it deeper in the pillows.

You shook harder.

“Cal, go away, do the morning stuff without me,” he mumbled again, his words hardly audible.

“Ash?” you called quitely.

He sat up abruptly and looked at you. Even in the darkness of the room you could see how agitated and worried he looked.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m-” you started as he stretched his hand out and picked up his phone from the night stand.

“Why are you up at 4 am?” he asked, his voice even more worried.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought we could cuddle,” you said, feeling suddenly guilty as hell for waking him up and even more so for making him worry about you. He was the one who needed to go through the whole day of promo tomorrow, not you. Why haven’t you thought about it before you woke him up?

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am to cuddle?” he asks, his voice raspy from the sleep.

“I’m-” you stumbled. You were sure you’ve never felt so stupid in your entire life. “You’re right, it’s- I don’t know what I was thinking about. I’m sorry, just go back to sleep, I’m- um- I’m sorry, Ash-”

“Shut up and get in,” he interrupted your mumbling and moved over to make some space on the bed for you.

“No, I’ll go,” you said stubbornly, “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Get your ass here,” he said, holding up the covers for you. “You woke me up at 4 am, you owe me cuddles.”

You smiled shyly and got in his warm bed. Ashton put the covers over you, his arms enveloping you tightly. You inhaled the familiar smell and felt your whole body relax.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asked softly, his breath moving your hair.

“Dunno, been feeling off,” you answered and yawned. Ashton laughed at your answer and tightened his arms around you. You made a cute squeezing sound as he kissed your forehead. And then he froze. You literally felt his muscles getting stone hard.

“You’re hot,” he said, same worried notes back in his voice.

“Is it socially acceptable to tell one’s best friend that they are hot?” you tried to joke that out, finding yourself not ready to that kind of talk at four in the morning.

Ashton sighed. “You know I love your dumb ass, so don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean it that way,” you felt him looking at you through the pitched darkness. “Even though you’re hot which I’m usually trying not to think about,” he sighed again. “What I was saying is your temperature is high. You’re burning up.”

“No way!” you huffed.

“Yes way,” he said, his arms letting go of you gently.

“It’s just hot here, is all,” you tried to argue, thinking how high was the possibility of you catching a cold after that rain. “You’re warm, so it’s hot here. Where are you going?” you finally whined, seeing him getting out of bed and looking for a shirt.

“To the reception, maybe they have some meds or know the closest pharmacy that works at night,” he explained.

You heard by his voice how grumpy and irritated he was getting with every other minute. You sat up in bed looking at him, trying to find his boots in the dark. You felt even more stupid and guilty than before. You not only woke him up at the middle of the night, but also made him get out of bed feeling responsible of you. You were on the verge of crying so angry with yourself you were.

“Ashton, please, go back to bed,” you asked him in a quiet voice, pushing the tears back.

“No, you need some meds,” he replied and picked up the first shoe from the floor.

“I need cuddles. And you need sleep,” you said in a pleading tone. “Please, Ashton! You’ll have a full day of promo tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t think about this earlier and I’m sorry I woke you up, but-”

“The hell are you apologizing for?” Ashton asked, his voice now more confused than angry. He stood in the middle of the room, one shoe in his hand, his eyes at you. “You got in that rain because of me. You got wet and then cold, and now you’re sick. And this is my fucking fault.”

“Ash, it was the rain. You can’t control the weather,” you snorted. “It’s not your fault and I’ll be fine by the morning, promise. Come here and let’s sleep.”

“You don’t get it, right?”

“I don’t get wh-”

“I had one responsibility only, taking care of you,” he said, his word bitter. “And I screwed up. After everything, after you came here with me, despite how you didn’t want, and I know you didn’t want, don’t argue, after all the days in hotel rooms, after all my stupid plans for us two and all the words I never had the guts to say, and after you still being here for me, I had one task only. And I failed.”

“Ashton,” you said softly, moving forward on the bed, not getting the half of what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter right now. You’ll ask him tomorrow, or next week. Now you needed him back in the bed.

“No,” he shook his head stubbornly. “You need meds. I’ll find you some meds.”

“I need you,” you smiled softly at him. You knew he was stubborn, just like you. But he also could never say no to your puppy eyes. “ You said you had to take care of me, then take care of me.” You heard his heavy sigh, you knew you were winning this battle. “Please don’t go.”

He sighed again, even heavier this time, dropped the shoe and crawled back on the bed.

“If you’re still hot in the morning, we’re taking you to the doctor’s,” he hummed, displease in his voice.

“Didn’t you say yourself I was hot?” you mocked him.

Ashton got under the covers and opened his arms for you. You didn’t need to be asked twice.

“I mean it, we’re going to the hospital in the morning,” he repeated trying to stay serious.

Fortunately, you had an ace up your sleeve to get him out of his grumpy mood.

“Yes, daddy,” you said, sugar venom in your voice.

You heard his breathing got off the beat, he almost choke on your answer. You remembered the night you two got so wasted that you ended up discussing the turns on. Ashton sweared after that night he’d never gonna drink with you again. But you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. And also, what was said was already said and there was no way to change it, drinking or no drinking.

“You must think you’re so funny,” he huffed.

“I know I am,” you informed him boldly. “And you know it too,” you kept a pause before finishing, “daddy.”

He sighed. Again.

“Sleep,” he ordered and kissed your forehead.

You wanted to say something else, tease the hell out of him. But he never detached his lips off your forehead, the feeling of them making you suddenly numb and obeying. You promised yourself to get better in the morning. After all, you needed all you strength to ask him about those things he said before. But that would be tomorrow. and now you just closed your eyes and drifted to sleep listening to his steady breathing, all your world focused in one spot on your skin where his lips were touching you.

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marril96 · 5 years

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What Friends Are For

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Characters: Rowena, Sam, reader

Summary: Following recent events, Sam and Rowena engage in a long overdue heart to heart.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Rowena wasn't too fond of people coming over (being brutally murdered tended to do that to a person), but having the Winchesters over for dinner wasn't nearly as bad as she imagined.

Quite the contrary — the evening had gone rather well.

She supposed she owed them that much, having called them for a case in her town (you were adamant she leave it all to them, the overprotective lass you were) and almost getting them killed in the process. But really, how was she supposed to know the beast would try to carve their organs out — literally — with its razor-sharp claws? They were hunters. She assumed they would stop it before it got to that point.

Guess not.

In fairness to her, she'd had the best intentions at heart. The thing was killing people in her town; it had to be stopped. Besides, it wasn't like she'd left them to fend for themselves. She'd gone into battle with them, and was left with deep gashes down her arms and chest as proof. Gashes that still stung, despite the healing salve you'd rubbed into them, the bandages you'd wrapped around them, and the pain potion you'd made for her.

If it wasn't for you, she and the boys would have been dead. You'd had enough sense, in your panicked state that screamed with fear for your life and concern for Rowena's, to yell out a spell to throw the monster away and stun it enough for Sam and Dean to finish it off.

That was, before your eyes fell on Rowena's blood-soaked arms and chest and you freaked out so much that she, holding back hisses from the pain that throbbed and pulsated in her wounds like a heart lined with razors, had to assure you she was okay, that it looked worse than it was (it didn't. It was that bad) and she would live.

She would live. That was what mattered the most.

Rowena had ordered food from her favorite restaurant. Nothing but the best for her guests. Afterwards, Sam offered to wash the dishes, his way of saying thank you for the dinner. Rowena, sick of the noise of you and Dean discussing (or rather arguing about) movies she had no interest in, especially now that she was forced to hear about them while eating, went with him.

The two of them split the job — Sam was washing the dishes, while Rowena dried them off and set them aside, to be returned to their rightful place later. The two worked in peace for a while, until Sam spoke.

"Rowena, are-how are you doing?"

Caught off guard, Rowena was silent for a few moments. "Good." She held up her bandaged arms. "These bloody things sting a bit, but I'm fine."

"That's great. But I meant the other thing," Sam said. Rowena frowned, confused. Clearing his throat nervously, he elaborated, "A few days ago was the second anniversary, right?"

Oh.

Oh!

Rowena's throat tightened as if an invisible hand wrapped thick fingers around it and held on, intent on squeezing the life out of her. Her mouth felt like stuffed with cotton. The constant, comforting warmth drained from her body, cold, deadly shivers replacing it, slithering under her skin like worms, devouring her up from the inside. Pulling her back into the darkness she kept trying to run away from; the darkness that, despite her efforts to overcome it, always caught up with her, always swallowed her whole and filled her with fear and dread and agony that had been with her since that horrible day.

The day Lucifer had surprised her at her hotel room, choked her, mercilessly stomped on her head until the room was wholly sprayed with blood, and set her on fire. She'd felt everything; every smack of his heavy shoe against her skull, every acidic lick of the flames. She still felt it. It remained fresh in her memory, the pain she wished to forget resurfacing every now and then, taking her back to that day, to that hotel room, to that city she'd vowed to never step foot in again.

The anniversaries were the worst. They made the pain more lively, more real. Brought back fear that even your tightest hugs and promises of safety couldn't chase away.

"Aye," Rowena said quietly.

Sam nodded. "You doing okay?"

"I am," she replied, and it was true. She slept well most nights, the nightmares that used to follow her into almost every dream now a rare occurrence. She wasn't scared anymore, not since she'd heard of Lucifer's demise. There were a few times when tinges of fear shot through her, but a reminder that he was dead and rotting was enough to calm her down. That, and a long, warm hug that made her feel like home, that reminded her that she was home. She still remembered sometimes, still got flashbacks out of nowhere and had to avoid certain scenes in fiction she consumed lest she wanted to trigger the all-consuming memories, but that was nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she couldn't learn to live with. In a way she already had. "There are times when it's hard, but for the most part, I'm alright. I don't scream in terror all day long, if that's what you're asking."

The last part was a joke, but Sam, either oblivious or wanting to make it clear just in case, was quick to refute it. "I didn't mean—"

"I know," Rowena cut in, a small smile playing on her mouth. Not a completely genuine one, but containing enough traces of lightheartedness in it to be convincing. The mood could use some lighting up.

The hunter returned the smile, his nervous, careful. "You sleep okay?"

"Mostly," she replied honestly. "Even when I don't, it's not as bad as before."

It still shook her to the core, but the nightmares weren't nearly as bad as when they first started. They were more bearable, easier to put behind and go back to sleep.

Sam gave a nod. "That's good. And the rest? The Michael thing?"

"It's behind me," Rowena said. A traumatic experience, but nothing in comparison to her brutal death at the Devil's hands. "How are you dealing with that? We never got to talk about it."

They were both messed up following the ordeal. Sam was mourning the dead. Rowena was struggling to feel comfortable in her skin again, hating herself for saying yes, for giving her body away to a maniac to use as he desired. For — inadvertently, but she still bore part of the blame — hurting Sam. It was her hands that had taken the lives of the people he cared about. Her hands that were dirty with their blood.

She wanted to talk to him about it. Wanted to explain, to give her side of the story. Wanted him to know she'd done it for him and the others, one of her few selfless acts.

Then other — deadlier — things happened, and they never got a chance to discuss it.

"I'm okay," Sam said. "For the most part." He sighed, his eyes turning sad, haunted. "I was supposed to protect those people. I was their leader, and I-I let them down."

"No, Samuel," Rowena told him. "I'm sure you did the best you could for them."

He gave a bitter chuckle. "Look where it got them."

Rowena wasn't having it. "You're a good man, Sam. You gave those people a whole extra year of life. It may not seem like much, but, I promise, to them it meant everything. They weren't children; they were aware there are dangers in this world the same as theirs. Some things they had to protect themselves from all on their own, or try to at least."

And they'd tried. Good god, they'd tried. Rowena shuddered at the memory of those people — those innocents — trying to fight Michael off, trying to protect themselves, save their lives. All futile. They were no match for an archangel.

An archangel she'd let do that to them.

She wasn't going to let Sam blame himself for her mess.

"Besides, I'm the one who said yes to Michael. He used my hands to kill them." She put her hands up, remembering the blood that used to cling to them, the copper taste still fresh in her mind. "If anyone's at fault, it's me."

"No," Sam said quickly. He lowered the plate he'd been washing into the warm water and turned to her, features pained, earnest. "You did what you had to do. Michael told us—"

"I didn't," she cut in.

The hunter frowned. "What?"

"I didn't tell you. You didn't hear it from me."

She wanted him to know she had no ill intents at heart. Wanted him to hear the words from her lips, from her heart.

"I don't have to. I know you wouldn't have willingly said yes."

Her heart warmed at his words. "I thought you'd blame me."

"I have no reason to blame you."

You'd told her the same thing, with a note that if he did blame her, you would have words with him. Rowena was glad to hear the confirmation directly from him.

"That's nice to hear." More than nice. Exhilarating. Overwhelming. Freeing. Like a burden she'd been carrying all these months had finally been lifted. "Not a lot of nice has been happening lately."

The world had gone to hell. All thanks to its creator.

There was a very good reason Rowena was — had always been — Pagan.

Blasted Charles!

"Yeah," Sam agreed. Gloom settled on his face, quickly followed by anguish and despair. His bright eyes reddened, brimming with tears that sparkled like diamonds. One spilled down his cheek in a wet, salty trail. "I miss Jack."

Rowena laid a hand on his shoulder, an instinct from all the times you sought comfort in her, relied on her to make you well. She wanted to make Sam well. Her heart screamed with the need, but she knew it was nothing but a fantasy. She couldn't do anything for him. Couldn't bring Jack back. Couldn't undo the destruction Charles had brought upon the world.

All she could do was let him know she was here, that she understood and was a willing ear for his ails.

"He was a lucky boy," she said. "He knew you and Dean and Castiel loved him dearly. Wherever he is, I'm sure he still knows it."

Her own eyes filled with tears. She still wasn't sure how she felt about the nephilim's demise. Was it grief? Or just sadness that yet another person in her life who had been kind to her, whom she'd come to love, was gone? She couldn't tell. She didn't want to think about it. Thinking about it hurt, and she was sick of hurting.

"I wish I could've saved him," Sam admitted in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"You tried." Which was more than Rowena could say for herself. She'd abandoned her child. Forced herself to hate him because loving him hurt too much. Only let go of the hate after he'd died the second — final — time. Out of all things she'd done, this she would never forgive herself for. "Y/N always tells me trying is important, even if you fail. And she's right. You loved that boy. I've no doubt you did the best you could to help him. The outcome, tragic as it is, doesn't matter. Intentions do. And yours were good."

Sam took it in. Breathed in and out as he thought her words through. With a trembling mouth, he said, "He didn't deserve to die."

"He didn't," Rowena agreed. "Sometimes people who don't deserve it get hurt the most. It's awful, but it's life."

"Life sucks."

"It does. You, Dean, and Castiel must stick together now. It'll be easier to get through this if you've got someone with you."

Sam nodded. "We're trying, but…"

But they were too different. Too opposite of each other. Rowena understood that well.

"It was like that with me," she said. "Two years ago. Y/N wanted to help me, and I kept shutting her out. I thought I was protecting her by keeping her out of it. But really, I was trying to protect myself. I didn't want her to see me weak. But she kept trying, and eventually I gave in. And I realized she didn't see me as weak at all. She thought I was strong. And soon I started believing it, too."

"She's a good girlfriend," Sam said.

"She is," Rowena said with a nod. "I couldn't have asked for anyone better. She's always been there for me. Even when I wouldn't let her." She sucked in a breath, shaking off memories of pushing you away, screaming that she was fine when she was clearly not. "The three of you should let one other be there."

"I know. It's just… easier said than done." A sad smile grazed Sam's face.

"Then I'll be there." Rowena's hand squeezed his shoulder in emphasis. "Call me whenever you want. I'll listen."

It was only fair. He'd listened to her, let her bare her soul without a shred of judgment. It was what friends did.

"I appreciate it," Sam said. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

Silence settled on the two of them, strangely comfortable, calming.

Then the door opened and the moment was gone like a flip of a switch. Sam turned back to the sink and started scrubbing at the discarded plate. Rowena pulled her hand away and grabbed the rag she'd been using to dry off the dishes.

You frowned, confused by their behavior. You quickly snapped out of it, though, and said, "You guys done?"

"Almost," Sam replied.

"Dean told me to get you. He wants to go home."

"Why didn't he come get me himself?"

"He went to start up the car." You rolled your eyes. "I apparently annoyed him when I said his favorite movie sucks."

Sam snorted. Rowena chuckled. Sounded like you.

"For the record, the movie sucks," you pointed out.

"To the surprise of no one," Rowena commented.

You grinned. "Want me to run you a bath?"

She beamed at the prospect. "If you'd be so kind."

"Anything for my girl." You wrapped an arm around her shoulder in a half-hug and pressed a long, wet kiss to her cheek.

Rowena's cheeks flushed a warm red. "You going to join me?"

"What do you think?" You gave a small giggle. Then, remembering you weren't alone, you blushed. "Thank you for your help today, Sam."

"Of course," he said with a nod.

Responding with a nod of your own, you rushed to work on her bath.

"A bath, huh?" Sam teased.

"Shut up," Rowena retorted, blushing harder. "At least I have a girlfriend to make me one."

"Ow."

"You asked for it, Samuel."

"I guess I did."

The two finished the work on dishes fast, and as Rowena was walking him out and wishing him a safe trip home, the warm, happy feeling remained. They were friends. Tonight only confirmed it.

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mochimochipie · 5 years

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Yandere BTS profiles

This is my perspective on how BTS would be if they are yandere or if they let their shadow win. This is entirely for entertainment purposes only; I do not condone this in real life. If someone is being toxic and your life is in any danger; fight back with your wits and strength.

Jungkook: Mysterious

(A/n: I see Jungkook as mysterious because he can fit all of the categories of being a yandere. Jungkook is a wild card because of the characteristics I am giving him. This is my first time creating something like this. It depends on how his life plays out and what circumstances he is in; it also depends on how you respond and act.)

Jungkook has always been quiet and reserved. He was always a “good boy” to everyone. People went missing after he hacked into their system to know what they really think of him. No Jungkook is not a robot, he is a human that can do anything he wants.

He also becomes sadistic to others because he knows everyone is fake with their emotions. He does not know anything about love and has nothing to do with it. He was a lost little bunny underneath all of the murdering and manipulative behavior. He also knows if he met anyone that he liked will also die due to him being a wild card.

Once he does met her it was in a bank and he held a gun to her head because she was working front desk. His cold eyes met hers and everything defrost as if she was the key to everything. He kidnaps her due to the circumstance. He wants to cuddle her and make her know that he is already hers and vise versa. Alas he can not since she already doesn’t trust him. He smells it on her when she lies and it does not smell good.

“I don’t like you at all, but since you think I’m playing hard to get I’ll show you to my basement.”

“I just want someone to understand me and love me for me. HELP ME BECOME BETTER!!”

Taehyung: ultimate worshipper

(A/N: Taehyung is an worshipper because you came at his aid when he was at his lowest. He wants to repay you with his life so I can see him being one of those who will defend you even if you are in the wrong.)

Taehyung knew that you were a goddess by the time you bumped into him. You helped him up since he was new to the school that you were in. You showed him around and told him that he is two year older so he would be a senior and she is a junior.

Taehyung did not care about this little age gap. He was going to protect you and annihilate anyone who would defy you. He starts to cry eveytime you look at him and has a big smile one his face. He would fanboy like a little boy but he would do it while no one else was watching.

One time he saw you cry... once and he concluded he did not like seeing you cry. He asked is something was bothering you and you said your father died. He comforted you and you complied with hugging him back.

“Have you ever just seen someone so magnifique that you just cry and make a fool out of yourself because you can’t talk properly. Yea that’s how I feel when she(you) walks around.”

“(Y/N) I love you, I love you, I will die for you I will die for you, I will KILL FOR YOU, I will KILL FOR YOU!!”

Jimin: Two-faced

(A/N: Jimin is two-faced toward everyone even you. He can be your angel or he can be your demon; you decide. I can also see him being a soft manipulator.)

Jimin never felt attachment or loved with anyone before. He always felt empty and alone. The only thing that got him excited was murdering. He became sadistic with the punishments.

So when he met you all he wanted to do was cuddle you and worship you because he never felt this way before. The only time he go pissed off was when your attention was away from him. Someone was trying to take you away even though you have a boyfriend; even though you guys are friends.

Jimin knew how to scare others away so when he scared people away from you. So when you came to him with tears in your eyes he comforted you and he promised to always be there for you. If he had to punish you he would handcuff you to him much to your dismay.

“Wow She is so beautiful I will follow her until the end of time.”

“Say That again about her and you will be begging for mommy and daddy.”

Namjoon: manipulator

(A/N: He is too smart for his own good. He can even twist his own brain if he isn’t careful. Again I feel like he is two faced but in a different way.)

Namjoon knew how cruel the world was so he got accustomed to how life was. He also just wanted to be loved but he gave up that idea long ago due to the fact that no one actually loved someone who could manipulate their brain. He also wanted someone who was smart as him so he could overpower everyone and make the world a better place.

When Namjoon meet you he was busking the streets because he was already a busy CEO. He walks into a small café only to run into you and made you spell coffee on yourself. He kinda just stared at you until he apologized profusely. He help you up and gave you his number and left due to the fact that he was late.

Namjoon never believed in love or soulmates. However he knew how to act to get whatever he wanted. He wanted the little café waitress that bumped into him and humiliated herself in front of him. He knew what soulmates felt in that moment and it made him feel even more powerful than he already was.

“I am so sorry miss I hope this means you and I can go on a date to make up for my brute introduction.”

“She will be by my side.”

Hoseok: Delusional boyfriend

(A/N: Be careful around him is all I got to say. Have you ever go accused to looking like someone else? If you have then watch out because crazy over there will think you are his deceased wife even though he never had a wife.)

Hoseok was always making people happy with his smile. He was always smiling even though he knew he was empty but that didn’t stop him from wanting to make people happy even if he was not happy. He got up to start the day and he bumped into a petite woman. He looked at her with an awed expression before helping her up. She smiled at him and told him that she was grateful but she was gone before Hoseok got to say anything.

He knew that she was his soulmate because she made him feel human. She made him feel invincible and he was devoted to her ever since. He starts to watch over her and protect her without her knowing that he killed everyone that was near her for too long.

Hoseok wanted to be her everything. If she wanted to stab him, he would let her with an awed expression. She can do nothing to make him hate her. She can cheat on him and he would still love her. She isn’t his, he is hers and he would stop at nothing to get her to love him. Oh wait she already is because Hoseok is nuts about her, he already told all his guy friends that he is her soulmate, Comrade, and best friend.

“Oh that’s no problem..hey wait-“

“You are so lovely my little sunshine. You made me want to live and I owe you my life and I will give it to you.”

Yoongi: Overprotective stalker

(A/N: Dispite his cool attitude he is a softy. He can be a tusundere and a yandere so yea good luck with him. I can see him snapping in the future due to the fact he knows you do not love him like he loves you.)

Yoongi was at a piano recital due to the fact that he needed credits for his major so he took the opportunity to do it at a piano recital for the elementary ballet students. He saw the most beautiful woman in the crowd and almost missed his key to start but he played for the woman that caught his attention which was you.

Yoongi decided to follow the both of you after the recital to see if anyone would try to harm you. He did not know why but he did not mind the way you gave him life after one single look. He would never let you know he loved you already.

Yoongi knew his appearance was coldhearted. That did not stop him from trying to make you his. He can hold his emotions in for a long time. You do not want to be there when he snaps. When you wake up you find yourself in a cage with a creepy Yoongi smiling with tears in his eyes.

“Who is she, she is the apple of my eye!”

“She would be the perfect companion since she and I go to the same school together.”

Seokjin: Fatherlike/traditional

(A/N: I can see him being fatherlike since he is the oldest hyung in BTS. He is trained and he will train you like he has been trained; strict and obedient.)

The first time he met you was when you both were younger. He always was taught and trained to respect every lady and treat them as if they were queens. He always stuck around you because he wanted you to become his queen.

He was also taught to be the man of the household. His parents were very traditional and strict on him because they did not want him to end up like them. They were about to divorce and that caused Jin to rethink about what his parents said. It happened when you had to move and that’s when he snapped.

No longer he was mister nice guy to anyone else. He snapped on everyone and became narcissistic and bitter. The thought of you being with someone else made him want to train you instead of him. He isn’t sadistic in anyway he just wants you back with him. When you came back Seokjin was a whole new man but with you he was still the soft man that wants to protect you from the world.

“My beloved still remembers me and loves me for who I am.”

“Speak to her again and I make you wish your mother never gave birth to you.”

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WC, Chapter 1

Wrong Conclusions Chapter one: Clandestine Farewells

She had smiled through the whole thing.

She had smiled when Raven had defeated Trigon. She had smiled when she saw her dear friend in a white cloak back, now in her older form. She had smiled when she saw Raven hug her other dear friend, Robin. She had still smiled when she saw Beast Buy hugging Raven next. Even back in the Titan Tower, she had smiled throughout the whole celebration for having their teammate back, and the Earth having been returned back to normal. She had even smiled while noticing that Robin and Raven were having an intimate talk.

She had smiled the whole time.

But as the door to her room slid shut, Starfire finally had a chance to lean her back against the wall and allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks. Oh, she was still smiling, but now it was a bitter-sweet smile of defeat. And it turned into a scowl within moments.

Starfire really was ecstatic that Raven was back, that wasn't the problem! What bothered the poor Tamaranian more than anything was the fact that Raven and Robin were now, once again, close. True, the two had always gotten along better than most of the other Titans - especially after Raven had been within Robin's mind. But when they had hugged, Robin had not pulled away from Raven in the same manner he always had from Starfire. Around the Tamaranian, Robin had always been oddly quiet and had always gotten very angry and tacit after she did anything affectionate. Seeing Raven being allowed to get that close to Robin was simply too much for Starfire to bear.

And what hurt Starfire most as her back pressed into the wall, allowing the tears to roll down her cheeks, was that she was happy for them. She loved Raven and Robin very dearly, and wasn't about to try and stand in their way. If the two had such feelings for each other, Starfire was going to allow everything to run its course, even if it meant giving up on Robin. She wanted both friends to be happy, even if it tore her up on inside.

Starfire tried to wipe the hot tears away from her face but merely caused herself more discomfort. She had wiped her face with her forearm, around which her armor was clasped, and the cold suddenly contacting with her face caused a shiver of discomfort to run down her spine. She gave a choked sob, allowing her mind to wander to her sad thoughts of defeat once more.

Starfire had almost always had feelings for Robin, for as long as she could remember. He had always been very kind to her, even if he didn't baby her in battle. Rightfully so, considering Starfire's immense strength and endurance; she would have felt he was thinking little of her if he had tried to protect her during fights. But it was because Robin had always been so kind to her that Starfire had though she had a chance with him.

That thought had only been reinforced when Robin had acted very ashamed during his forced date with that treacherous 'Kitten' girl. And again, when he had stopped Starfire's sister from taking Starfire's place in the Teen Titans. Then again, when he had helped stop Starfire's arranged marriage on Tamaran to that unfortunate blob her sister had found for her. All of these actions had caused Starfire to have stronger and stronger feelings for him, and she believed that he had felt the same about her. After Robin had mentioned the difficulty he had speaking of feelings, Starfire had decided to take things one step at a time and wait for a day when Robin was ready to bring up the subject of his own accord.

But apparently, Starfire had waited too long. And for this, she simply loathed herself.

Slowly, as Starfire's gasps for breath became less strangled, she realized something that made her feel even more foolish than before.

So what if she hadn't said anything to Robin? If he felt that strongly about Raven, it merely meant he didn't feel such a way about her. Starfire couldn't, for a moment, imagine Robin being the sort who could harbot feeling for two beings at once. So, she had merely saved herself a very embarrassing conversation and weeks of awkward glances.

Starfire gave a small laugh, at last finding the bright side she had so hoped for. "W-Well, it appears as though this particular t-time I am not victorious," she told herself in a half-joking but still extremely bitter manner as she crossed her arms over her chest. She had won so many battles for the Titans just with her strength alone that losses were rare experiences for her.

Starfire thought of how now, she could still talk the way she always had with Robin without any awkward feelings, and of the happiness he would one-day obtain when he and Raven told one another of their emotions. Surprising as it was, it was happy enough of a thought to allow the Tamaranian to hover off of the ground and over to her bed.

So, she couldn't get Robin. Oh, well. She could focus more on her other friends and focus on getting stronger in battle. She was a hero on Earth, and people depended on her! Romance wasn't something she needed; heck, it may have even gotten in her way.

She thought again of the vision of Raven and Robin hugging the way they had. Starfire gave a small giggle, now feeling mildly better about it in her head. Her heart ached as though it had been ripped in two, but the gladness Starfire felt inside of her head was enough to let her push that part of her feelings aside. The two did make for an interesting couple. And now she'd have more time to get to know Cyborg and Beast Boy. She had fought along-side both of them during their battle with Trigon, and knew little to nothing of them! At least, compared to Robin and Raven.

All Starfire knew of Cyborg was that half of him was apparently this thing called a 'machine'. Starfire did not understand the concept too well. The machines she had always dealt with could not think on their own, much less feel. There was much more to Cyborg than merely his mechanics, and she knew that he knew the same pain of discrimination as she did. She regretted never taking the time to share more experiences with him.

Beast Boy was another mystery to her. Before Terra came into their lives, Beast Boy had always been funny and lazy, trying to ignore any responsibility he could. He spoke like most the human 'surfers' of the Earth did, and yet he didn't look human at all. He had always made jokes and bothered Raven, and every one of the Titans had always thought of him as someone who wore his emotions on his sleeves, including Starfire. But after Terra's betrayal, a new side of Beast Boy had been exposed. He had true passion in his heart and risked everything for someone the other Titans no longer trusted, and he managed to bring out the good in her one final time.

Starfire's lids suddenly became heavy as she closed her bright-green eyes, hearing voices not too far away from her door. Unlike Robin's and Raven's rooms, her door was left rather thin, so that she could hear if trouble was beginning to stir.

Starfire smiled, recognizing the voices of her fellow Titans. Raven and Robin had already headed to their separate rooms, so it was only Beast Boy and Cyborg left in the hallway.

"So, up for a game of Stank-Ball, BB? I choked down some of your stupid tofu-bacon, I owe you a good butt-whooping for that," Cyborg's low and playful voice rumbled. Starfire could sense the stench of the 'Stank-Ball' even through her door.

"...No thanks, dude," Beast Boy's voice came, accompanied by a small, forced laugh and a very fake and unconvincing yawn. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. After fightin' myself for almost a whole day, I think it's only right I caught up on some Z's before I make up for all my lost couch-time. 'Sides, shouldn't you recharge, too?"

"Alright, if you're so scared of losing," Cyborg taunted, but the sound of his heavy footsteps was heard afterward. Beast Boy's light footsteps followed a moment later, along with the sounds of his door sliding closed.

Starfire closed her eyes, allowing the welcoming feeling of sleep to over-take her. True, it was very uncomfortable for her to sleep in her uniform, much less her armor, but all of the emotions she had felt that day, along with the exhausting battle with her alter-ego, caused Starfire to be completely drained of energy. With a small sigh of 'Farewell, Robin...' Starfire allowed sleep to take over her exhausted body.

As Starfire accepted everything and allowed sleep to take over, another Titan had his emotions rattled in a similar manner, if not to a more serious extent. He walked over to his bed, sitting down on the bottom rather than top bunk, and merely stared at the ground with a blank expression on his face. Beast Boy was in a state of shock, still unable to comprehend all of the sudden grief he was feeling.

He had been just as happy as the other Titans the whole time, after all, why shouldn't he have been? Raven was back and free of Trigon's control, everyone was alive, he had hugged Raven, she acted the same as always by asking him to flake off - everything was back to normal.

Beast Boy's eyes narrowed as he finally accepted a small truth. Everything ISN'T back to normal...

He balled his hands into fists and stood as a wave of rage suddenly washed over him. Without thinking or realizing what was happening, Beast Boy began picking up things in his room and throwing them at walls. He threw his action figures, his chairs, his empty food containers - everything he could have gotten his hands on. Beast Boy had learned from the chemical reaction he had had when Adonis had pushed him into those toxins that nobody could hear him breaking things in his room; his walls were very sound proof. He had only acted in a similar manner once since that incident, and it had been after Raven had broken all the things he had made for her birthday.

After a few minutes of his items shattering and bursting apart, Beast Boy finally calmed down, breathing very heavily. He clutched the lamp he had been preparing to throw tightly in his fist, wondering if he should throw it afterall or not. After a moment of consideration, the green teenager merely set the lamp back down on his nightstand and fell back into his bottom bunk.

Beast Boy felt dizzy. His heart was pounding in anger and frustration, but his eyes stung as they were quickly welling up with tears. He couldn't believe it! He had gotten his hopes up so high after Terra was no more, only to get them stepped on!

He placed his forearm over his eyes, to shield them from the light of his window. It didn't help him any, though. Beast Boy still saw everything that had happened the day, as though it were a movie being shown on the back of his eyelids.

Raven didn't care about him. She didn't care about him in the least. When Trigon had thrown them all to the ground, she had stood over him for a few moments, looking frantic. Beast Boy's heart had leaped, hoping she was going to help him to his feet. But no. No, she ran right to Robin and kept telling him, and only him, to get up, as though the other Titans were nothing.

And then, after Trigon was defeated, she had hugged Robin without a second thought. And after Beast Boy had made it clear he wanted the old Raven back and tried to hug her as well, she had snapped at him. Once in the Tower, she had stuck to Robin, and only Robin. Again. The two had been speaking as though they were lovers behind everyone else's backs - Beast Boy had seen more than enough movies to recognize that.

Beast Boy tried to let out a steadied breath, but it ended up a rattled choke instead. He remained on his bottom bunk for what felt like must have been hours, taking all the jabs of emotions he was suddenly feeling. Beast Boy felt jealous of Robin for being so close to Raven, he was angry at Raven for not caring about him, he loathed Trigon for causing Raven and Robin to grow that much closer, he felt sick with himself for having such negative feelings towards his friends, but most of all, Beast Boy was just...confused.

Why did he feel like this? Raven was so creepy, and he knew that. Sure, he worried about her, but...but she was just another Titan, right? A creepy, half-demon Teen Titan. Yeah, there had been times when he had felt close to her, as though she had even understood him, but that was just because she wasn't allowed to show emotions. Raven had to suppress her emotions, kind of similar to Beast Boy. Though Beast Boy didn't hide them - he merely masked them with a smile or a bad joke, but it was the same thing. It was bottling up pain and frustration inside until it finally burst. They both understood that.

The more Beast Boy thought about it, the more he realized how he and Raven were alike. Sure, she liked poetry, and he liked video games, but what they felt was similar. Both of them didn't want to bother the others with their problems. Neither one liked to be bothered when they were doing something solitary. And most importantly, both of them knew the feeling of having their hearts ripped out and stepped on. For Raven, it had been Malchior, and for Beast Boy, it had been Terra.

Malchior...The mere memory of the name caused Beast Boy's blood to turn to boiling oil. What he had done to Raven was simply sick and wrong. Sure, Raven was quiet, but using her in such a way caused Beast Boy's skin to crawl. Raven deserved better than that! She may not have been a beauty queen, but there was something alluring about her gothic appearance. And she was very smart, too; all she did was read! She had a taste for poetry, which proved she was cultured - not to mention how she had handled her life, always being told she would turn the world to dust, yet fighting to make it better, instead. She was impossibly strong for that. Raven deserved someone caring, someone fun, someone who saw how wonderful she was, someone who could appreciate her! Someone like Beast Boy!

The Changeling suddenly sat bolt upright in his bed with her eyes wide in horror. He...He hadn't just thought that. Sure, he liked Raven and everything but...but...

Oh, who was he kidding? He loved everything about her! The names she called him, that strand of hair that hung on one side of her face, that jewel in her forehead, the way she used her powers, the way she smelled, the way it took him months to get her to even crack a smile...Everything!

"Aw, man, I totally blew it..." Beast Boy groaned to himself, allowing himself to once again, fall onto the bottom bunk. "It's too late now...She digs Robin. If I weren't such a stupid-AUGH!" He punched his bedpost with the side of his fist, thankfully doing nothing more than causing his fist to throb in pain and Silkie to fall off from the top bunk.

Beast Boy let out a slow breath, rationalizing everything quickly in his head. Raven liked Robin, and Robin was one of his best buds - there would be no standing in their way. No running after Raven, no matter what. She was out of his league; Beast Boy had a better chance with CYBORG.

He turned around, smiling despite the sad look in his eyes. "Oh, well," He told himself. "Now I can focus on being less of a loser, and maybe find me a REAL babe. ...Goodbye, Raven," he whispered to himself before shutting his eyes and, a few moments later, beginning to emit a soft snore.

Disclaimers:

Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, Robin, Cyborg, Silkie, and pretty much everything but the plot at hand belongs to © D. C. Comics/Cartoon Network/Kids WB

9/2019 Edit:

For anyone beginning to read this, you're in luck - I'm re-doing the story, making small edits, and forcing myself to re-read it so that I can continue. Hopefully, life doesn't get in the way and I'll manage to wrap this fanfic up, once and for all.

#fanfiction #teen titans #teentitans #starfire #raven #robin #robinraven #starfirerobin #BBraven #BBstarfire #cyborg #confusion #writing #thefaithie #azzaza #fan fiction #beast boy #trigon #wrong conclusions

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The Breakup Scene

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader Summary: It’s just a total mayhem Word Count:1658 Request: Peter Parker x Actor Male Reader and the Reader is reading his lines to him and the lines are like saying I hate you because it like from a breaking up scene, and the team hears this and is not having it.

“What’s the scene?”

You came sauntering into the Avengers tower that day, you were glad that you had a place to hang out with cameras flashing in your face. Your boyfriend was the famous Spiderman, and when his team found out you were dating (the gay icon and hero) they basically wanted to you to stay. Peter was here almost all the time, but even when he wasn’t you liked hanging around the team.

You found Peter very supportive and enjoyed your relationship with him.

“Does it matter? You don’t even watch my show,” You complained as you sat down next to him, averting your eyes at his English literature book, “Shakespeare?”

“It’s boring anyway,” You gasped, offended, as his bright smile beams at you, chuckling how silly you were, “Anyway, even if I don’t watch your show I want to know what scene you’re doing.”

“Why don’t you ever watch my show?” You asked as you watched Peter shut his book and throw it at the table.

The Avenger Towers was surprisingly quiet, like too quiet, but you enjoyed the sincere moments with Peter. Since you were just two teenagers, the adults (aka the responsible heroes of the world) like to make sure there isn’t any funny business - which all happens at your house when your parents go out for date night.

The living room was almost spotless, you figured that Tony was at breaking point when he ordered everyone to clean their mess, actually in fact, now that you think about it more - it was probably Pepper who scowled at them, they were all secretly scared of the CEO.

“You have to kiss that girl you work with since your characters are in love and do the kissy stuff-” Peter made a face, his nose scrunched up with his tongue out feign out disgust.

“Pete,” You gave him a pointed look, but there was an amusement in your tone as Peter rolls his eyes.

“I know, I know! You’re gay, she’s gay, no strings attached, I just don’t like when my boy kisses someone else.” Peter grumbled, whining like a little child as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

You chuckled, your hand playing with his hair and softly placing a delicate peck on his cheeks, which turned red almost instantly. Your boyfriend likes to say that he isn’t jealous, but if the world knew that Spiderman was actually the greatest dork Peter Parker and he could control the plot line for your character he would most definitely make sure you weren’t kissing some co-worker of yours.

“Luckily for you, my dearest spider of mine, my character breaks up the relationship,” You shrugged as you hand him your script, shrugging your shoulders, “I think I almost got them perfected, but it doesn’t hurt to practice again, right?”

Peter looked at the words on your paper and looking at you, he wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of helping you, but he has never done it before in a very open place. Mostly do it in his room back at Queens or at your place.

“Are you sure-?”

“Positive, I have the shooting tomorrow and this is practically my last opportunity to practise before I could possibly make a fool of myself.”

“Honey, you’re already a fool,” Peter started as he gave you a smug smile, “A fool for me.”

You choked out a laughter, throwing your head back as Peter grinned happily, watching you with bright eyes. As you calmed down, you both stare at each other with fond looks and genuine happiness.

“Alright, babe, come at me!” Peter spoke enthusiastically as he turns to face you fully, the sheets of papers pinched between his fingers.

You cleared your throat, your mind wandering before looking directly at Peter, when you had first started practising your lines with him Peter used to get uncomfortable with your stare, but now, he felt comfortable and he loved looking into your eyes.

“I used to think we were us verse the world kind of couple,” You started, reeling your lines, Peter always find your transition between your real you and your character, “You were my first love, and you always will be, but I don’t collapse for you like I used too, and I never will. “

Peter watched you acting, taking a deep breath, looking anywhere but him. Peter watched you in your full glory, it took his breath away.

“We can make it work!” Peter read the lines in front of him, with full emotions thinking that if he didn’t participate it’ll make you feel weird. “We can start over.”

“From where? We were doomed from the beginning.”

A bitter laugh had escaped your lips, a shiver had run down your boyfriend’s spine, watching how your eyes dilated when you looked back him. His heart was wildly thumping, he knew, he knows that you loved him but when your pupils dilated he knew that he was captivated in your spell.

“I guess, we’re better off as new people and different paths.” You continued as Peter’s lips tugged in a small smile.

“I hate you,” Peter seethes, looking at the paper and back at you as you nodded encouragingly to continue the scene, “After all that we’ve gone through? You are dead to me.”

However, getting caught up in your practice, some Avengers were peeking through and heard you running your lines, only to get misinformation as Tony burst into his living room.

“Are you breaking up with Peter?” The man exclaimed as he strode to hug Peter, gripping him tightly.

“Peter is a wonderful child,” Rhodey came crashing too, limping as he defended your boyfriend.

“I’m 16!” Peter exclaimed as you held back a laugh.

“Hush!” Tony and Rhodey spoke in unison as you watched the newly reformed team pile into the living room.

“Peter is a great man,” Steve had started, you raised an eyebrow, “He’s brilliantly smart and a gentleman, you must a fool to ever let him go!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “I-”

“I think we can all agree that we would hate to see this baby face-” Natasha started but was cut off by an annoyed teenager, waving his arms and trying to get out of Tony’s grasp.

“Hey!”

“Be upset, this kid is the heart and soul of the team!” Natasha finished, “Though this is the last time I will mention it, so take it in, kid.”

“That’s nice-”

“I can’t believe you want to break up with him, this nerd is at best when you’re around,” Clint mentioned as Sam hummed an agreement, “Like I don’t want to suffer his science jokes that only you seem to understand, excluding the science nerds over there.”

Both Tony and Bruce looked offended as Bruce counted back at his teammate, “Clint, you’re like, one of the biggest nerds here.”

“No, I’m not-”

“You’re all nerds,” Natasha cut them off, as Wanda giggled behind Vision.

“Breaking up with Parker here is a terrible idea,” Bucky piped up from somewhere, you turned to see him standing by the Norse God.

“Not only that-” Thor had started before you got irritated.

“Hold it, pointbreak,” You hear Tony snort as you looked at each of the team, you pull Peter into a hug, him leaning his weight on you, “I’m not breaking up with this dork.”

“You’re not?” Vision questioned as you roamed your eyes to see furrowed eyebrows of confusion, “But, we heard you before-”

“For apparent nerds, you are really idiotic sometimes,” You mentioned as you felt Peter’s laughter rumble against your chest, “And I say that with much affection.”

“So, you’re not breaking up with the kid?” Sam asked, his arms folded over his chest.

“No-”

“Tragic,” Dr Strange had piped up as you narrowed your eyes at him, “Joking, obviously, we’re very protective of the youngest.”

“I know, but I can assure you that I am not breaking up with Peter,” You had let go of Peter, who sat up and leaned his head on your shoulder, “He was helping me run my lines for tomorrow, spoilers: It’s a breakup scene.”

“Oh,” The team had spoken in unison, soon their faces flushing in a crimson colour.

You suppressed a smile as you affectionately kissed Peter on his temple, “I love Peter too much to even think about leaving him.”

“Right,” Steve scratched the back of his head, “I guess we owe you an apology.”

“No need, spangle,” You waved him off, “Just a mistake, but please next time don’t assume our relationship, it’s, what’s a better word for-”

“Rude?” Peter offered as he sends the team a pointed look, who looked mildly embarrassed.

“So, you’re stuck seeing us still be in love,” You commented with a toothy grin with Peter had copied, the team had watched with great happiness.

“I guess we’ll leave you to it,” Tony said, awkwardly before sending both of you a wink as he started to loudly exclaim to evacuate the scene.

You couldn’t help but smile, appreciating how the team had great protectiveness of their youngest team member. You sighed in relief as the silence had once consumed the living room yet again.

“I’m sorry about them.”

You chuckled, shaking your head and pressing a kiss softly against his lips, smiling as you parted ways, “It’s okay, Pete, they care for you.”

“It’s annoying,” He whined as he collapses in your arms.

Falling back, you wrapped your arms around him as he snuggles closer to you. Your hand travelled to his prince charming hair and started to gently unknot the knots in his wavy hair.

“They love you, you know.”

“I know,” Peter sighs, shutting his eyes, “It’s overbearing, but I love them too.”

You softly laugh as you too shut your eyes, allowing the silence to consume you once again. Content in taking a slumber with your spider nerd in your arms.

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