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avxtarlz · 4 months

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Not such an Amazing Night || Luke Castellan x Athena Child! Fem Reader

Summary: After you and Luke snuck out of Camp trying to have an amazing date night wanting some time alone. Some unexpected Monsters Came to ruin it.

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You guys are probably gonna get in trouble when you head back to camp.

“You don’t think Chiron will notice we’re gone?” You said walking the Streets of New York City beside Luke hand in hand. “Mm Nah, I mean Annabeth is covering for us. So I wouldn’t worry about it.” He smiled as he looked at you. Since you were the Child of Athena it meant Annabeth was your sister. She had your back and you had hers. You both were family.

“Good, I just want this night to be just you and me.” You squeezed his hand smiling. After walking in and out of some stores getting some merchandise You and Luke felt hungry and decided to stop by a restaurant and Eat.

Walking out of the restaurant giggling and making jokes your smile faded as you felt weirded out. Luke noticed your presence as he got worried. “Y/n you okay?” He suddenly felt what you were feeling. As Luke says You and Annabeth were always 6 steps ahead. You started to look around to see any strange things. So did Luke. “Luke, I think we should head back.” You grabbed his arm and started to fast walk away from the strange place. You let go of him looking back to see him still following.

“What do you think it is?” Luke questioned as he started to look around at his surroundings to see if anything were following us. You heard his remark ad you looked behind and looked at him still walking. “I don’t know but I don’t like the feeli-“ “Y/N!” as you were about to finish the sentence you were lifted in the air and pushed into an alley. You got up quickly and took the knife out of your waist belt. You looked up see a Furie. You quickly threw the knife plunging it into its chest. It now screeched as it turned into gold dust.

Luke was now running towards you, as he was infront of you as he cupped your face and searched if there were any Marks on your face. “Luke I’m fine. I promise” you reassured him. You placed your hand of top of his smiling. As you both were starring at each other you heard a landing thump behind Luke. You quickly pushed him aside to see what it was. Great, you thought. It was Alecto. Your biggest enemy since you were a child. You remember her targeting you and Annabeth when you both were little. Now landing beside her was her sister. Tisiphone.

“Cmon. Can we not do this right now?” You asked annoyed. You heard a chuckle beside you “Guess not?” as you turned to see Luke smirking as he leaned down and unsheate a small dagger from his converse shoes. You looked at him confused. “You always carry a dagger in your shoes?” He now looked at you “don’t you carry one?” You looked forward at the fury’s “That’s fair.”

“Two Demi-gods.” Tisiphone said. Alecto sniffed the air showing off her long claws. “Hmmm Heremes kid and…Athena’s Offspring…” She now looked at you. As if she wanted to kill you and which she probably did. She put her hand up and pointed to you. “I’ll have that one.” She smirked showing off her sharp edged teeth. You gripped your dagger hard. This ends tonight. For you and Annabeth.

The furies screeched a they flew up in the air. Luke had worn his shoes his father gave him and used them. “Maia…” as he said those words he now flew up to Alecto’s sister fighting. As you were distracted by Luke knowing he was okay you were now pinned to a concrete wall. You coughed as air was taken out of you. You couldn’t move since she had your arm pinned. Your knife fell to the ground from the impact. She was about to claw your face as Tisiphones body slammed into Her. You fell to the ground as you grabbed your knife and ran to her. Tisiphone left to charge at Luke. While you were now dodging hits from Alecto. You were the best at hand to hand combat. Luke taught you back at camp. You both were the best of the best you could say.

As you were blowing hits on her and making marks on her she hit you with a powerful push slamming you against the concrete wall. You felt your ribs shatter as you looked up to see Alecto walking up to you, You tried to reach for your knife as she grabbed your face with her long claws. She moved your head to face her. “Tsk Tsk, your mother would be very disappointed Y/N.” She inched her face closer to you. You were breathing hardly as you tried to reach for your spare knife that Annabeth always told you to carry.

I’ll Thank Annabeth for that! “ well, your still that scared little girl I always used to go after all those years ago. Sorry it has to end like this.” She smiled as she raised her hand to make a blow at you. “ I’m. Not. little!” You grabbed your Knife and plunged it to her Back. She screeched as she got up and started to turn into dust. Making Your knife fall to the ground . You got up slowly as your started to crawl to your dagger your Mom Gifted you. As you were staring at it you felt a presence behind you. You quickly grabbed the knife and turned around and pointed to whoever it was.

Your body suddenly stopped being tense as you saw it was only Luke. Who was now all bloody and scratched. He lifted his hands up as if he’s surrendering. “Heyy, it’s me.” As he saw you put down the knife he put his hand infront of you. You looked up at him as you grabbed his arm and he lifted you up. You were groaning for the pain in your ribs. “You alright?” He sounded concerned, you nodded “yeah I’m fine. Wasn’t this a good night out?” You smiled as you grabbed your waist and grabbed his hand walking side by side again walking out back on the streets and back to camp.

Worst date night ever.

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“Shhhh!” You said crouching down shushing Luke for stepping on a stick. “I’m sorry!” He whispered cringing at the sound. You guys were trying to sneek back in Camp. All the lights were off so you both were clear. So you guys thought. “Stop it right there you two .” A deep rusky voice spoke behind you both. You shut your eyes and gritted your teeth and put your head down so did Luke who just turned around.

“Chiron.” Luke waved at him. “Both of you in my office now.” Chiron said sternly.

Let’s just say cleaning the bathroom toilets for the whole summer with your boyfriend is not what you expected as your punishment.

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#y/n x character #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #charlie bushnell

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sweetcherryharry · 1 year

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Begin Again — 02

Synopsis: Harry and Y/N had a secret relationship for almost two years, until they broke up. A year later, she shows up at one of his Love On Tour shows.

(masterlist)

Y/N wasn’t sure what her best option was. She had three running through her mind, trying to decide in just a few seconds what the best possible outcome could be.

One, she could simply act as if she had never read that message. After all, she never opened his texts, she just read them through her notifications on her phone’s lock screen. She could simply reply in half an hour that she didn’t see them on time and that she was already close to her home, and that the show was amazing.

This way, she’d simply avoid what she dreaded the most; the awkward conversation about how they’ve been.

Two, she could simply stay in the pit and follow what he told her; wait for a bodyguard to retrieve her to get her backstage. It wouldn’t be the first time, but the difference was that this time, she wasn’t alone, and they weren’t dating anymore. She’d need to tell both Maia and Natalie about the little huge secret she kept.

They didn’t know anything about it because Y/N had become close friends with them until the pandemic ended and life returned to normal —going back to classes on January 2022— and by that time, she had recently ended things with Harry.

They had broken up in December 2021 and throughout that semester (August-December), she had been traveling with him on his North America tour, meaning she decided to take all of her classes online, even though some of them were already offered to be on campus with a facemask on.

But then, after the breakup, she came back to the California campus for her final semester, ready to graduate in the summer, which she did. There was where she became a very close friend to Maia and Natalie, so technically, she never lied to them about it.

She had mentioned months ago that she had an ex-boyfriend, and how they dated for almost two years before things got complicated and broke up. And yes, she had told them his name was Harry, but that was about it.

She wasn’t sure how her friends would react if the Harry she had told them about was nonetheless, Harry fucking Styles.

And finally, her third option would be to tell her friends that she’ll make her way home later and that they should start getting ahead. What excuse was she going to tell them? She had no idea. And honestly… she knew that neither Maia nor Natalie would want to leave her alone, so this option was almost impossible.

“Are you okay?” Natalie interrupted her thoughts, and that’s when Y/N noticed she had been stuck in her tracks, staring at her screen while she tried to figure out what she should do. “You’ve been standing there for about a minute looking at your phone.”

Maia and Natalie were both looking at her with concern, and for a moment, Y/N felt somehow bad that she was ruining their good moods with her own worries. Minutes earlier, they were thrilled, ranting about the show nonstop, and now, it seemed like the mood between the trio died a little.

Y/N was highly expressive with her facial features, which was both a curse and a blessing, and for that, she knew she couldn’t lie about how she was feeling. But, that didn’t mean she couldn’t say a tiny white lie to lift their concerns.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about,” She shrugged their concerns off, plastering a smile on her lips, “I just got a reminder of something work-related, a few things I need to get done before Monday.”

Maia groaned, “I don’t even want to talk about work right now, I miss being a university student, and simply pushing all the work for Sunday night.” Her comment made the girls laugh, remembering the stress they’d feel trying to complete a whole long assignment in just three hours.

“Stressful times,” Natalie commented with a chuckle, before checking the hour on her own phone, “It’s almost eleven, do you guys want to crash over at my apartment, or do you want to go out?”

And that’s when Y/N decided which was her best option, to leave right now with her friends and act like Harry never asked her to stay back to meet with her backstage. Her past relationship would remain a secret, and she wouldn’t have to explain everything to her friends.

Later in the night, she’ll simply reply that she didn’t see it in time and that the show was amazing.

“Even though I’m just 23, I’m tired already. So much jumping, dancing, and screaming.” Maia replied, to which Y/N agreed. “I’d love to crash at your place and just order some takeout.”

“Perfect,” Natalie replied, and hooked both of her arms with her friends, “Shall we?”

As the three girls resumed their way to the exit of the pit —which was already more on the empty side— they talked about the number of feathers that decorated the floor. It was crazy, really, the number of colors that fans brought to each show.

Y/N loved it.

“Wait!” Maia stopped the girls, and turned to look at them with a grin, “let’s record a quick Tiktok! The one where you stand in the pit with a straight face, and the song Static plays up, and you’re like ‘the concert ended, what now?’”

But before Y/N could say that she wasn’t sure about it, due to the fact that she wanted to leave the place as soon as possible and avoid the bodyguard who’ll come to retrieve her in a few minutes, Maia was already pulling both girls to the barricade alongside her.

In the blink of an eye, Maia had already handed her phone to a random fan who was standing nearby, and the three girls stood side by side. Y/N was wearing her green and black outfit, while Maia wore pink and Natalie yellow.

“Three… two… one!” The girl who was recording them announced to them that the Tiktok was now recording, and the three girls remained serious, their eyes locked on the camera as the girl recording took a few steps back, just like the trend. “Done! I loved it.”

“Thank you so much!” Y/N replied, taking Maia’s phone in her hands. She was beginning to feel nervous, the quicker they left, the less probability there was that she would be approached. The girl simply smiled at her, mumbling a ‘you’re welcome’ and went with her friend, leaving the trio behind.

Y/N handed Maia her phone, and the short-haired girl was quick to post it, typing a quick caption and adding the harrystyles and lotnight5 hashtags, along with tagging Natalie’s and Y/N’s users.

“Okay, now let’s go!”

And as the trio started to take steps away from the barricade, Y/N let out a deliberately quiet exhale, relief filling her body a few seconds later as she finally crossed the exit doors from the pit and unto the outside of the Kia Forum.

But, that relief she felt for those few seconds didn’t last long.

As the girls started to make their way unto the hallway that led to the parking lot, the girl in the green outfit felt a gentle, yet sturdy hand on her shoulder, making her turn around to look for the owner of the extremity, who was now looking for her attention.

Y/N swore she felt her heart falling to her feet as she saw who was now in front of her. It wasn’t a regular bodyguard or another fan that had stopped her —no— it was none other than Jeff, Harry’s manager and someone she had many conversations with (both pleasant and non-pleasant) in the past. He was a friend to her, but he was still Harry’s manager, and he needed to take some decisions from time to time that she didn’t like.

He wore a facemask that covered half of his face, and to disguise himself, he wore a Kia Forum Staff vest, just like the people around the place who worked at the arena. Obviously, he wasn’t dumb enough to come out to the hallways of the Kia Forum with nothing hiding who he truly was, since he knew he’d be surrounded by fans who would recognize him.

“Y/N?” He asked lowly, trying not to raise suspicion or catch fans’ attention.

“Hey Jeff,” Y/N exclaimed, using a low voice too, putting on a forced smile on her lips. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy to see him, she used to get along really well with him, but the circumstances were the ones that she didn’t like much. “How you’ve been?”

She knew that there was no escaping now; she’ll face her ex-boyfriend after one of his concerts.

Great.

“I’ve been doing really well, thank you,” Jeff replied and pulled her in for a friendly hug, which she reciprocated. He hadn’t seen her in quite a while, the last time had been almost a year ago when Harry and Y/N had broken up. “How about you?”

She could see the concern in his brown eyes, knowing that his question didn’t mean just how she had been feeling lately, but how has she been ever since the breakup.

“Doing much better now.” She replies honestly, making him nod. “What about you? How is everyone?”

Jeff smiled, and even though she couldn’t see his lips, she could see the way his face changed behind the face mask, “Glenne and I have been great, now almost two years since we got married, time flies.”

Glenne was Jeff’s wife, and Y/N loved the woman. The four of them would hang out from time to time, and even though there was a slight age difference between the two women, they got along really well.

“It truly does, I still remember those few days before your wedding when both Glenne and you couldn’t stop rambling about your special day.” As Y/N said those words, she couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet sensation.

She had attended Jeff and Glenn's wedding back on January 2021 and she had been Harry’s official partner to it, yet it was almost like she hadn’t been. Instead of standing by his boyfriend’s side during the ceremony and holding hands with him, she had been on the opposite side of the place, standing alone as Harry held hands with Olivia.

When the ceremony had ended and everyone moved to the party, her boyfriend finally spent the rest of the night with her. Since it had been in a private location, there were no more public appearances that needed to be done, and Olivia had finally gone home.

It was until the party then that Harry was by her side all the time, dancing and singing, constantly telling her how much he loved her.

Y/N had enjoyed that night so much, yet at the same time, she hadn’t.

“Yeah, I remember.” Jeff chuckled, and after a few seconds of comfortable silence, he glanced towards a door a few meters away that said ‘Staff Only’, where two guards were standing, checking that nobody tried to sneak in backstage. “He told me to look for you to get you backstage…”

She felt her nerves increase, knowing that it was all getting very real now. “I know.”

“If you don’t want to meet him, I’ll tell him that I didn’t find you.” He gave her a way to back out of this, knowing that the ex-couple hadn’t seen each other in a very long time, and the last time they had, it had been filled with pure heartbreak and tears. “I’m still your friend.”

She let out a deep breath, weighing down her options.

And as she did, she felt a hand squeeze her arm lightly, making her remember that she wasn’t alone. Talking to Jeff had filled her mind with memories of the countless days they had spent joking around on tour.

Y/N turned to look at the two worried and confused faces of Maia and Natalie, slightly turning her back to Jeff.

“You okay?” Maia mouthed to her, not wanting to cause a scene if her friend didn’t actually know this man or wanted to converse with him.

She nodded, “Yeah, he’s a good old friend.” Y/N gave them a reassuring smile.

Natalie quickly glanced at him above Y/N’s shoulder, and smiled playfully, “If he has access to backstage, tell him to get us Harry’s autograph, and we’ll pay him!” She jokingly (which wasn’t much of a joke) whispered to her.

Y/N stayed silent for a few seconds, knowing that there was a small, deep part of her that would hate herself if she let this opportunity pass. Even though she was scared to talk to him, to see him again after everything, she knew that she’d regret not doing it.

Besides, her close friends deserved the truth about her so-called ex.

“Yeah, about that…” Y/N turned to look at Jeff, and gave him a quick nod, telling him in a simple gesture her final answer, before turning to look at her two friends. “You’re about to meet him.”

sorry it took so long! but finally, here is pt2 to 'begin again' :)

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weezlbot · 2 years

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eonwe rates the maiar

“Eonwe Rates the Valar” flopped hard, so I’m doing the logical thing and making another one! Birb boi rates his colleagues!

also this is more like how well he knows/likes them, not how “good” they are per se. it’s subjective not objective

Ilmare: she’s like a sister to Eonwe. she also makes fresh sweet rolls for the sky-folk (Eonwe, Arien, Tilion, Earendil, etc). on a regular basis. earnest student and preserver of wisdom. also her magic abilities are top-notch. She’s better with the Music than Eonwe himself is. She’s also deeply faithful to both Varda and Manwe. 100/10.

Osse: Brings rains that make the earth fresh and green, which is nice, but why does he have to be so destructive about it? and splashing innocent children of Eru down in the water to drown? However, his rehabilitation from the service of Melkor shows genuine faith and courage. 6/10.

Uinen: Gentle and kindhearted. Protects the Children of Eru whenever she can. Reins Osse in when he rages. Feeds the seabirds little bites of bread. 9/10

Melian: Withdrew into Doriath during the Year of the Trees, then hid away in the gardens of Vana and Este ever since. From what he can tell, she is wise and sensible, which he thinks is admirable, but they aren’t close. She did open up the way for elf/maia marriages, though, so that’s kind of neat. 6/10

Arien: She’s so pretty! and the sun is so bright and warm! Her rapier wit makes her a fascinating conversationalist. Loyal, dedicated and timely. They talk on the reg--him as a flying being and her as the Sun. 9/10

Tilion: Being the Moon was the best idea he ever had. All the world’s hounds still howl to him in brotherhood. Eonwe’s not a dog person but that’s still pretty cool. Not as wise as some, but is chivalrous and dedicated, and frankly, Tilion and Ilmare are close and any friend of Ilmare’s is a friend of Eonwe’s. 7/10

Curumo/Saruman: A bit full of himself. And what’s with defecting to evil when he was supposed to be a force of leadership and light? However, his craftsmanship is high-quality, especially his weaponsmithing, and in the end, he is very intelligent. Doesn’t excuse the traitorship, though. 4/10.

Olorin/Gandalf: Wise, intelligent, and goodhearted. A good student, a good teacher. Talented in magic and swordplay. Fiercely loyal to his causes. And yet, he still has fun. 10/10 every Maia should aim to be like him

Aiwendil/Radagast: he’s a little feral but, like, in a cute way. Trying to save the little creatures of Arda from Sauron was an admirable cause. His heart’s in the right place, but his planning skills could be better. He’s simple, but there’s nothing wrong with being simple. 8/10

Alatar & Pallando: Hunt/eat birds for why? abandon cause for why? where’d they even go? what was their problem? 4/10

Tom Bombadil: What’s with moving to Middle Earth? Valinor literally could have used your might! Other than that, he’s a decent guy and 7/10.

Goldberry: Continuing with the theme of Ulmo having the gentlest, sweetest she-Maiar in his service. 8/10.

the eagles: birby friends who are also heroic warriors? 10/10!

Mairon Sauron: intelligent. wise. crafty. his sense of beauty is immaculate. amazing with his hands. rapier wit. friend.10/10 evil. cruel. the things he did in Numenor and in the pits of Angband were vile. traitor. heartbreaker. enemy. 0/10.

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baladric · 2 years

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ehehe you fell into my trap (read: just finished navalgazing about my child while drawing)

i give you Alistaire Finch, eldest child of Estrael's renowned tenor, Cyrill Ainsley, and the highly sought-after luthier, Madel Ainsley-Finch. he has spent most of his life trying to keep his siblings (Jacq and Juliette) in one piece while their parents spun off their separate rails, and has since made a name for himself as an innovative and challenging composer (we're talking impressionism to an audience still deep in their verdi analogs). his stumbling point (and the point of ingress for the eventual story he goes with) is his utterly unanticipated elevation to the Sainthood—a roster that hasn't been added to in at least two hundred years, and bodes ill for their civilization as a whole, and Alistaire specifically. saints are, to a one, the most talented musicians of their time, and their appointments are unpredictable, sourced as they are from the weird fuckin rock in the city-state's central lighthouse.

no one knows what exactly happens to a chosen saint when they're sent a-questin' to the ruined cradle of their civilization out in the uncharted, night-locked wilds known as the Blue—only that it keeps the mists at bay and makes the ever-waning energy well of the godfall on which Estrael sits burn just a little longer.

Alistaire is as serious as they come, and wants nothing so much as a long, hot bath and the sparking attention of his newly-instated knight. his primary instrument is cello, which was a profound disappointment to his father, who put every available resource into training Alistaire from birth to be a singer, until his voice dropped and proved itself as unspectacular as his stage presence. he's nursing the grief of a dead (??) lover, doing his best to contend with a complicated friendship with his primary patron, and would just absolutely love to stay home and not get eaten or possessed or whatever the fuck happened to all the saints before him

trivia:

pretty much only ever wears deep, cool shades of blue

worked his way into the good graces of the gentry through a lot of sneak-thief networking

Tall™

Horsegirl™

would pay a lot of money to be allowed to McFreakin Lose It for like five goddamn minutes

Emotions Are A Goddamn Nuisance; Maybe This Violently Oversteeped Cup Of Tea Will Fix Me

terrible relationship with his brother, stressful but warm relationship with his sister, and if their father died (Badly), he would be just fine with that

(listen i know he looks like my designs of maia, and i'm here to tell you that there is a REASON i replaced my brain with four copies of the goblin emperor, and it's mostly that my boner for pretty weird guys with long-ass hair and many earrings is extremely long-standing)

With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC!

#original character #oc #oc ask #anonymous ask #ch: alistaire finch #the art tag #ask

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altagraye · 2 years

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Big Big Love part 14

Maia age: 28 appearance: (10 weeks pregnant- no time gap between last chapter.)

Dean age: 35

Sam age: 31

Roslyn age: 3

TW!: cussing/language

Quote:

"Jane says, "I've never been in love" No, she don't know what it is She only knows if someone wants her "I want 'em if they want me I only know they want me" Jane says. . .Jane says. . ."

-'Jane Says'- Jane's Addiction.

Chapter 14: Jane's Addiction:

Maia:

"This is not my home. Where am I? Where are my Alphas?!" I demanded. Struggling against my bindings. My claws extended, I'm terrified and I need to protect my pups. How did this asshole know that again? He must be pulling my leg. He smiled back at me, his eyes looking me over, pausing at my belly and then jutting back up to make eye contact. Every instinct in me told me that this guy was very bad news. I need to get free, and get out. If I'm here, where are Sam and Dean? If this freak hurt my Alphas, By Ares! I'll start World War three myself.

"You don't need to worry about your lovebirds just yet. First on our list, is making sure you get fed. Now, I do apologize for these, restraints. Let me regain my civility." He extended his claws and broke through the ropes that tied me to the bed. I rubbed at the raw marks they left. I slowly got up from the bed, letting my feet dangle off the edge. But I couldn't go any further. My head combined with the intense wave of fatigue that was washing over me was disorienting. I tried to get off the bed, but it was like someone was sitting on me. I couldn't move, not one millimeter.

Crowley came up to me and pointed to the ceiling. I craned my neck up, a devil's trap written on it. What? I'm no black-eyed son of a bitch. What was this British asshole insinuating?

"Confused, Darling? I know. It's not every day, a Knight of Hell conceives a child. I'm overjoyed really, that Squirrel has such an insatiable love for someone like you. The fruits of that fate should be the most powerful creature in recent history. Being only below God himself. And, well, me of 'course. No one overthrows the King." He told me grabbing something from a desk.

"What the Hell are you talking about, you limey fucker?! I need to go home, to my Alphas." I retorted breathily. The fatigue was getting to me, and I felt like I might pass out. He came back into view with a large chalice full of deep red blood. It made me turn my head in disgust. He set the fancy cup next to me on the bed, taking a piece of paper out of his suit-jacket.

"If my word isn't convincing you, then this should." He said handing the paper to me. I flipped it over and looked at it. A sonogram picture dated today at 11:26 a.m. my name in the upper left hand corner. One larger little pup and near it another one but smaller, the both of them separated and nestled in their own fleshy compartments. Reflexively my hand went to my forming bump. That's impossible, how are these pups two different sizes? This has to be photoshopped or something, just a ploy to get me into drinking this crap.

"You see Darling, this one, is Mooses' little one, I don't care for that one much. However, this one is dear old Daddy, Dean's. Of which is the highest importance that you, chug the contents of that chalice. Otherwise, inevitably it will die eventually. We can't have that, now can we?" he said shoving his hands in his pockets.

"What makes you think I believe your lying demon-ass?" i retorted, another wave of nausea overcame me making me close my eyes and focus on breathing, trying not to upchuck. I swallowed once the wave was over and opened my eyes again. Crowley was examining me, quite creepily.

"Oh, I don't lie. Honesty is the best policy, little Winchester-Omega. You should listen to your body. All that suffering you're feeling now, will disappear once you drink your medicine. Your pup is dying without it. Bottoms up." He said picking the cup up and handing it to me. I took it, staring into the darkened mess. I remembered Dean's eyes, the night we had sex. It really was true wasn't it? Some half-demon baby growing inside me. That had to be the reason behind why I felt this way. I can't let that happen. I can't kill my baby. I don't care if it's half of a Knight of Hell or whatever. It's my child and Dean's, evil is taught. I took a deep breath and glanced at the sonogram picture again.

On the exhale my lip quivered. I sniffed at the blood, it smelled wonderful. Like a juicy gourmet burger was sitting in my hand instead of this macabre drink. I gulped and took my first sip. The taste was even better. It was the most appetizing thing that has graced my lips in recent weeks. I took another sip and then a large gulp. I took a breath gasping. Why is this so irresistibly good? Isn't this wrong? And then I couldn't stop. I chugged it down 'til the last drop. It felt like warm hot cocoa on a chilly day or satisfying home cooking.

I gasped by the end of it, letting the sensation overtake me. I shuddered it felt so good. I licked it off my lips and threw the cup down on the ground. Fuck you, fuck you for making me do this. Crowley smiled from ear to ear, glad at the result.

"That's a good girl." He said and snapped his fingers to break the devil's trap above my head. I stood, a little wobbly at first, but recovered quickly. I want more. I need more. As fast as I could I slashed at Crowley's wrist, shredding the fabric of his nice suit and drawing blood. I brought the wound to my mouth and drank him in. The sensation making me shudder again.

"Bollocks!" He exclaimed not expecting me to do this. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and yanked me off of him. The aching in my head had stopped and the nausea went with it. I thought I'd feel terrible but this was the exact opposite. It was a boost of energy and I felt more alert than I've been in recent months. Almost like I just downed seven cups of coffee. "you're more trouble than I thought. I'll come back for you. Until then, drink up." He vanished before my eyes in a flash. I looked around the room for a little while letting my blood-high sink in. With a groan I heaved myself up, using the bed as leverage. I took the picture from the bed and stuffed it in my pocket.

I sniffed the air, trying for scents. No threats but I did smell more blood. More of what I wanted. Maybe there are more lower level demons nearby? I carried myself up the steps of an old house. We were in a demon-safehouse of sorts. Awesome, that sounds just great. Walking into the main part of the dingy house I spotted three what I presume to be demons, dressed in black, waiting. I revealed myself.

They kneeled before me, one of them a little less willing to do so.

"At your service Ma'am." Said one of them standing. This was beyond weird but they didn't look like they were allowed to hurt me. I need to take advantage of them. I straightened out my back and flipped my hair out of my face.

"Where are we?" I demanded.

"In a desolate part of Pomona State Park." Said the middle one.

"How far are we from Lebanon?" I asked them.

"We're 1,609.2 miles from Lebanon, Oregon." That one must be the dumb one. I groaned, maybe this isn't a good idea after all?

"No! Kansas. Lebanon, Kansas you dumbass." I corrected him.

"Oh. Sorry. 227.3 miles. Approximately a 4 hour drive from here." He continued.

"Okay, thanks. Shut up. Come with me, and don't try anything funny." I ordered them. They did as I said and we started walking out into the forest. i have no idea where to go. There are no trails around, just dense timber. I inhaled the scent of nearby pine trees. Sam. I need you, I need Dean too. My Alphas. Oh Gods. What have I done? I just drank demon blood and i have three more suckers to drink from.

We wandered through the forest for a while before I had to stop. The sunlight just barely able to poke through the canopy of trees. I listened to birds fly effortlessly from branch to branch. They still amaze me. I groaned, rubbing my bump. I'm so sorry, my babies. My body started trembling and I felt feverish. I knew what I needed. One of the demons, who was the chatty-Kathy of the group and didn't stop talking about how he became a demon, left over from the Salem Witch trials. He'd had a ball in the 60s and 70s, apparently. He preferred the name Fredrick. He was also the most gullible and unconditionally loyal, which was great for me. Fredrick was the daft-demon who gave me the wrong Lebanon. At least he didn't give me the country, that would have sucked and made me even more irate.

He came over to me to check on my condition. The other two demons stopped walking and stayed out of earshot, I watched the reluctant one, the female her name was Abigail. I need to keep a close eye on her. She's one of those stab-first-ask-later ones. She was not having a good day on the job, protecting a newly pregnant and ailing carrier of pretty much the Anti-Christ.

"Are you alright, Ma'am?" Fredrick asked looking me over. I panted trying to catch my breath against the trunk of the Pine I was resting on. My vision was starting to go blurry. I gulped, I'm so thirsty.

"Bring me the other one, not Abby." I ordered him and without a blink or flinch he did it. Willingly offered up his demon partner to the slaughter. Brought him to the wolves, literally. Fredrick made him kneel and Abigail watched from the distance, her eyes intent on my actions. My claws dug into the bark of the tree. I don't want to, but I have to. Not that I have any sympathy for these scum, I just don't like getting my hands dirty. Fredrick held the demon by his hair and exposed his jugular. I need to make this as quick as possible, before I pass out again. I lunged forward and took his neck in my fangs, drinking him mercilessly until I had my fill of the sweet red warmth. Abigail never took her gaze off me, and I knew she wanted revenge. I didn't think demons could die from something as trivial to the creatures as blood loss. But my midday snack was off to see the wizard by the time I was done.

With a new burst of energy I commanded Fredrick again, " let's keep going." I felt so alone in this vast woods with two of the enemy at my side, although I oddly enjoyed Fredrick's storytelling as a distraction. It was starting to get dark when i realized i had my phone in my pocket the entire time. I tried to see if I could get a signal but that was meaningless. And the phone was dying, out of juice and on 5% battery left. C'mon Sam, I know you have trackers in these things you lovely nosy creep. Please find me before nightfall. I'm pretty sure we're lost. But I kept going, the odd couple tagging along behind me. We probably had about two hours of sunlight left. I didn't let myself cry but I wanted nothing more than to sit down and weep.

The sun got lower on the horizon and I had to stop again. I was getting overwhelmed by this crazy situation on top of getting thirsty again. I guess my appetite was so strong to make up for all the times I wasn't ingesting demon go-go juice. My chin scrunched up and my lips were quivering again. I set both my palms on my stomach. Fresh tears falling as I let my thoughts race around in my head for a few moments. What if drinking this shit affects Sam's pup? Will it die from this? Will I get black-eyes too if I drink enough of the blood? Will Dean hate his pup before it's even born? Knowing what it is. I wiped away my tears when i heard a thud from behind me, as if someone had fallen.

I didn't have time to react before Abigail was on top of me with some kind of blade. She jabbed and made contact, slashing my side up close to my ribs. I was not about to let this bitch kill me or my pups. I've been through too much. and I want to live, I've got too many people who need me.in the brawl I saw out of the corner of my eye, Fredrick down on the forest floor, unmoving. Abigail had killed him. Demon knife? I thought.

I was able to pin her against a tree and take the blade out of her hands. I guess when your backs against a wall even an Omega can kick some ass. Plus the demon blood probably was a help. I pinned her wrists up against the bark, so that when I bit her she didn't get any ideas. I took the flesh of her neck in my fangs, drinking sloppily. I made sure to make this one painful for her. No one comes between me and my kids. She wailed, the sound echoing out into the denseness of the trees. I couldn't get enough of the stuff. It tastes like candy, burgers and fries, chicken noodle soup, and everything like that. The good comfort food that you couldn't wait to dig into because that casserole has been in the family for decades and you still don't know how 'Aunty-Mae' makes it. I heard some movement from my right but I was still drinking and didn't want to be disturbed.

Abigail has been limp for a few minutes, it's harder to hold her up and chug at the same time. the footsteps got closer and Pine and Whiskey hit my nostrils. Dean's sweet whiskey, not the bitterness I had smelled in Crowley's scent. I stopped drinking, and was starting to get sick from how much I drank. I threw her worthless carcass down to the ground. I didn't want to see my Alphas like this. This monster that I thought I was. I turned anyway, knowing there was nothing to hide from my two Love's. They looked shocked and cautious but otherwise very happy to see me, awake and standing.

Abigail's blood stained my lips and dripped down my chin. They got closer to me, putting their weapons away. I was crying in no time. I was so afraid of rejection.

"I had to do it. I had to! I had to save...my baby." My hand went to my belly again as Dean came and hugged me tight. His whiskey strong and filling up my lungs. Dean shhhed me and kissed my cheek.

"It's okay. It's okay." He repeated. Sam came up to us and wiped Abigail's blood off my face. He kissed my forehead.

"We know. You did what you had to. Don't blame yourself for that." Sam said. Dean moved a little out of the way so Sam could have a better look at me. Together they tenderly touched my tummy and kissed their claims. Sam lifted my shirt shamelessly to examine the slash Abby gave me. He growled at it, upset that some punk ass demon hurt me. When he licked it I winced, until pine filled my bloodstream, warm and natural. They took me by the hand and we walked to the rest of the two mile hike to the Impala. It was dark by the time we got in. Sam drove this time.

Dean lay on the back seat and tapped his thigh, "like old times, come rest." He said. I curled up with him, nuzzling my cheek into his chest, just below his chin. It's practically a four hour drive home. On the ride over, his hand never left my stomach. I would have liked to known what he was thinking about. I would have liked to sleep since the Impala is the perfect place to sleep when your safe in your mate's arms and since driving the Impala is akin to riding on a cloud. But the demon blood kept me awake and jittery. It was around 11p.m. by the time Sam opened up the passenger side door for me to get out.

I was panting again, light headed, my headaches had returned, I was sweating, and nausea was back with extra bite. I stood and the world was moving beneath my feet. I bent over and puked, some of it getting on Baby's tire. I wiped the excess off my mouth, onto my sleeve. Dean came around to my side, the two of them stared at me for a moment.

"Ugh. Sorry about the car, Dean." I apologized. I lifted my head and tried to take a step but as I did, my knees buckled. Someone caught me and pressed me against his chest, Pine. Sam. My head was throbbing against my skull, constant and unwavering. I groaned into my mate's chest, grabbing his shirt to pull it down to me, taking in his scent. Little relief, but I'd take a little over none.

"Hey, I've got you. It's alright." Sam's voice echoed into my body reverberating against his chest. It was soothing.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can walk." I said to the both of them.

This didn't feel like heat, after all It's impossible to have heat when you're pregnant. But the body aches and the fevers reminded me of heat waves. I'm so thirsty. Sam took me inside and lay me down on our bed. Dean was still up and about, looking through books and pacing. I wanted him to come to bed with us but, he was preoccupied. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything other than what was in our bedroom, this sickness had a hold of me.

Sam stood over me and thought about what he should do to help me. He grabbed some fresh undergarments and a change of PJs. I sat up slowly, wincing from my throbbing head.

"Easy, just take it easy." He told me. He took my shirt off and unclasped my bra, forgoing it. Thank the Gods for that, because my breasts felt like they'd been ran through a meat tenderizer. Sam removed my bottom half of clothing and replaced them. He turned on the ceiling fan and tucked me in. He sat on the bed next to me, holding my hand, bringing the back of it to his lips for a kiss. I was trembling. I tightened my grip on his to let him know I knew he was there.

"Hi Papa bear." I said trying to break the silence. He smiled and chuckled lightly, " Hi. I'm so happy about that. you have no idea." He said. I grabbed Dean's pillow and put it close to my face, needing the support of both my mate's scents. Whatever I was feeling sucked, but I've been through suck-iness before, at least I wasn't in labor. That's all manners of suck. I don't want to think about that yet, but what goes in must come out. Ugh. I could tell Sam was conflicted between wanting to comfort me and helping his brother with whatever the Hell he was doing. I gave him a mediocre smile and let my hand slip from his grip.

"Go, help Doofus. I'll be okay for a while." I told him. He couldn't say no to me, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, sweat beading on it. Before leaving he bent down and kissed my belly. I wanted him to stay but I'd rather him help out that buffoon of a brother of his. They both need sleep so I don't know what they could possibly be up to. Whatever it is must be important. I sighed and turned onto my back, I put both my palms on my stomach, one for each side. I'll have to find a new shape in the ceiling paint, maybe I'll find another bunny, like the one at Bobby's?

Sam:

I sighed as I closed our door. I didn't want to leave, but I figured it was for the best that she needed some alone time for now. I keep seeing her, in the middle of that damned forest, with blood on her chin. I know what demon blood is like first hand. A nasty combination of need, desire, and power beyond belief. I could have stopped any time I wanted, not that stopping was easy for me considering demon blood is just about the worst drug out there. But Maia has no choice because of Dean's pup.

I joined my brother in the library, already stacked multiple books out on the mapped table. All of them on demons and demonology. I sat down and grabbed a random book. Dean stood over the stack he collected, scanning through the titles. He sat down and started to read one from the beginning. I picked out a random one and skimmed through it finding not much on demon conception. After a while of agonizing silent reading only the flapping of pages did Dean slam his book shut and cast it to the pile. He let out a big sigh and closed his eyes.

"Cas? We have a problem, don't bring Ros. Not yet. We need your help man." He prayed. It was a definite rarity to see my brother pray to anything, he doesn't like doing it really. He must think it sounds more like begging. By the time Dean sat down and scooted his chair in, Cas was standing at the head of the mapped table, light flapping echoing could be heard.

"Why did you have me take Roslyn? We played Hide-seek for hours. What's wrong?" The angel asked, worry clear in his deep blue eyes.

"Glad you asked, you're gonna have to take a seat for this one." Dean said a bit of pep in his voice, he was scared at what Cas might tell him. Castiel looked to me for confirmation and I nodded.

Cas pulled up a chair and folded his hands in on each other, waiting for us to explain the events of this terribly busy day.

"Maia is pregnant, super pregnant." Dean said the best he could, not remembering exactly what Dr. Janey told us. Cas looked confused.

"Her pregnancy is no surprise to me. Is that why you called?" Castiel asked getting a little aggravated.

"Ugh, we've had a long day. No. When we came back to the house this morning, Maia was out cold. That's why Dean had you take Ros. We took her to the e.r. and she wouldn't wake up. They looked at her and she's having twins." I stopped momentarily.

Cas furrowed his brow, "that's a good thing isn't it?"

"Well yeah, except they have two different fathers." I continued. Cas looked more confused.

"Whom?' He asked. Dean and I sighed and looked at each other, we pointed to the other and gave Cas a look, hoping he'd catch on. The Angel's facial expression relaxed.

"Both of you? Well, that's an idiosyncrasy if I ever heard one." He said.

"That's not all, because Maia and I had sex when I went dark-side... my kid is..." Dean started to explain. Cas sighed and closed his eyes.

"A cambion." we sat there in silence taking in the word and it's weight. A spark of hope lit within me as I remembered a case we worked on years ago, involving a cambion.

"Hey, do you guys remember Jesse Turner? The practical joke kid. His mother, uhhhh. Julia! Julia Wright." I said the memories coming back to me.

"He turned me into a doll, yes I remember that." Cas said.

"He turned out to be alright. And Julia survived after Jesse was born." Dean pointed out.

"Yes, but. Dean, he was conceived by a low level demon. it's possible that the demon was letting Julia live so he could have a host to fall back on. With your knightly status, I don't know if Maia'd survive the birth. Especially since having Roslyn was so hard on her." Cas spoke truthfully.

"Don't. Don't you say that to me. There has to be a way. There's always a way." Dean said shoving the bleak possibility away from his mind. I can't lose her either, not now. Not when I finally was able to claim her. I took in a breath thinking of another problem.

"Cas, what if Dean's pup, kills mine? Before both of them are born?" I asked looking to him for advice.

"Anything is possible in this situation. We just have to monitor her. How is Dean's child able to survive though? She isn't possessed. all the mothers I've known to produce Cambions have all be possessed from conception until birth." Asked Cas shifting in his chair.

"That's the thing. There was a demon that took her ultrasound and we saw that they were two different sizes. Sam's kid is fine so far. But mine was just barely holding on. Weakened heartbeat and everything." Dean stopped, covering his mouth. So I picked up where he left off.

"The demon revealed itself and took Maia under Crowley's orders. He made he drink demon blood to save Dean's pup. We found her in the forest with some demon escorts. Cas, she drank two of those demons dry by herself." I told him worry getting to me.

"Of course Crowley would be interested. The most powerful being to be conceived in recent history, under his grasp. There's no telling what kind of evil he can cause." Cas surmised.

"He's not taking my kid!" Dean interjected.

"Okay, all this fighting isn't going to do anything. We still have some time before our kids are born to figure this out." I said getting frustrated with all of the talk going on. I need to see Maia. I need to know she's safe and not suffering.

"All that demon blood must be shocking her system. do you mind if I go and check on her?" Cas suggested. I shook my head, any help we can get, divine or otherwise is fine with me.

"I guess you're right. I'm spent anyway. I'm ready to pass out. I need to be with her anyway." Dean said rising from his chair and leaving on last look at the stacks of books he collected. I led the way, the haze of grogginess taking a toll on me as my feet shuffled into the hallway of bedrooms. I stopped once I heard a distant pain-filled moan. All three of us rushed towards our bedroom.

I barged through the door first, Cas and Dean not far behind me. The bed was a mess of sweat and body thrashed sheets. Maia was biting my pillow, her face in agony. Her chest heaving, hair disheveled. Her entire body was trembling. It hurt me to look at her like this. I should have stayed with her. Dean and I went to her side, going to our respective sides of our bed.

"Hi, I love you guys. Please. I need blood. I'm so thirsty. I-I feel like my insides are on fire." She confessed through breathy pants. She took my and Dean's hand, needing us.

Cas came up, " Let me look at you." He told her and hovered his hand over Maia's belly, light came through the angels palm but in a flash Maia took Castiel's wrist. Her claws embedded themselves into his flesh and searing sounds were heard. As if Maia's hands were made of bright orange lava, it glowed.

"Don't touch them!" she yelled and let go, exhausted.

"Ah!" Cas exclaimed holding his arm where Maia scorched it. It looked severe enough to be third degree burns. What the Hell just happened? Maia has never had, powers, before. Was the demon blood effecting her that much? Maia moaned again, pressing her head into my pillow and returned to gripping my hand. Her grasp tightened on Dean and I. Her palms were clammy.

"I'm sorry Cas, I can't let you hurt them. Please, somebody. I need blood. And I need my Alphas." She beckoned us. I didn't need any more reasons to help my wife, so I hopped in to bed with her. Her body was so hot, almost like she'd been in a sauna all day. if she's like this now, forget the birth, I don't think she could bring the pups to term. Cas healed his arm. Dean almost dragged himself away from Maia. Maybe he feels obligated to get her the demon blood himself? Maybe he feels like this was his problem to fix?

"Dean, don't leave me. I need you too." Maia said weakly her teeth beginning to chatter. Dean looked conflicted, seeing her like this and wanting to go out and do the deed for her.

"This is more concerning than I thought. If Heaven finds out about this, they will smite her without a second thought. Ward your bedroom. I'll get her what she needs." Cas volunteered. Dean looked surprised at Cas offering to do such a thing for her. But complied. Cas left with a flap of his wings. Dean left momentarily to get supplies to ward our bedroom against angels. As if having demons after Maia wasn't enough. I tried to comfort her as much as I could. Grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom and pressing it to her forehead. Her face relaxed. At least I wasn't so helpless. her grip tightened on my hand and she started to whimper again. Cas, please hurry.

End chapter 14.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 4 CHAPTER 15

After a whole year has passed we finally come back to the arc 4 storyline! A short but sweet chapter before all hell breaks loose!

Neela

"Are we sure this place isn't an actual maze?"

From behind her, Xanthos made one of his usual light-hearted quips. Neela had to admit it certainly did feel that way with long corridors that seemed to loop around on each other and big empty rooms that seemed to lead nowhere. They had seen blueprints of this place before coming here but it didn't do justice to how massive it was.

"Can you talk about something else please?" Wisteria grunted.

Although all of ZRCN had been patrolling together with Cherry and Wisteria, they had since split up when encountering Helia by chance. The connection in this building had proven spotty at best so it was been easier to communicate in person. Helia explained everything that happened thus far with Elio and herself facing off against Laurel and Biggs - or Nerine and Jesper as it turned out their names were - and then Morgan and Calantha encountering Bianca and Belleza. Apparently, Nerine, Jesper, and Bianca had all abandoned Belleza and were working to help them. And they weren't the only ones who had defected, as Helia revealed that the Crest sisters had also chosen to work with them.

It was all a little confusing in truth and Neela longed to ask more questions about the situation but recognised they still had a job to do and that now was not really the appropriate time to be asking extensive questions.

Helia had also revealed one of the Crest sisters was willing to take them to where they were holding their hostages. She was going there now and asked if any of ZRCN wanted to accompany them. Zelde and Cordovan had agreed to go, with Neela and Xanthos remaining to patrol with Cherry and Wisteria. They promised to all meet up at the medical bay afterwards, which had apparently become a sort of unofficial meeting point for the group of allies. As they departed, Neela sent her teammates off with a wave and some words they could say to her sister when they found her.

As the smaller group of four continued to patrol, the topic of conversation eventually shifted to who among the Rossi allies remained. Disregarding those who they now knew had defected, the three of them drew up Miho, Maia, Sparrow, and Belleza herself as remaining candidates.

"What about that other guy?" Neela asked, looking at Wisteria. She struggled to recall the name for a moment before snapping her fingers when it came back to her. "Uriah?"

"He would probably still try and initiate a fight but I doubt Belleza would be impressed if he tried to come running back to her," Wisteria answered.

"Would he try something like that?" Cherry asked.

Wisteria gave a noncommittal shrug. "Possibly," She conceded. "For reasons unknown to me, Uriah practically worships the very ground Belleza works on. He'd probably jump at the chance to defend her or give his life for her." Suddenly, Wisteria started to chuckle. A glance passed between Cherry, Neela, and Xanthos, who all seemed confused at the sudden humour of the situation. Perhaps realising that they were all staring at her, Wisteria promptly stopped laughing.

It was Xanthos who asked, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, you wouldn't appreciate it," Wisteria said, giving a dismissive wave. "I was just laughing at the irony that Belleza is now more likely to kill him herself for him abandoning her."

The same confused look passed between Cherry, Neela, and Xanthos before they pressed on. Eventually, they came to a balcony which looked down upon an open atrium. Somehow they had made it up to the third floor, much to Neela's surprise.

“Well, well, well! Would you look what the cat dragged in!” A voice behind them jeered. The four of them turned to see Miho Ryuzaki stepping out of an adjoining room. As the woman made her presence known, Cherry ushered Neela and Xanthos behind her, whilst Wisteria rather confidently stepped forward.

When she saw Wisteria step out from behind them, the other woman’s eyes flashed with delight before she gave Wisteria a menacing smile. “Wisteria,” She said, dragging her name out. “I did wonder if you’d ever crawl your way back to us.” Miho’s eyes glanced towards ZRCN and she smirked. “I’m not sure what surprises me more that you’re working with them, or that they’re working with you.”

Wisteria rolled her shoulders. “Oh you know how the saying goes - the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

“If you had any sense you would have run far away from here when you had the chance, Wisteria,” Miho said, idly messing with one of her gauntlets, which Neela noted were already on and looked primed for use. “I shall have fun squashing you just like I did that little bug.”

Before anyone else could react, the red-haired woman raised her left fist and punched the air, firing a blast at Wisteria. Neela and the others were forced to scurry away though as the blast did not land directly by them, it kicked up a fair bit of dust and small bits of debris. Cherry gestured for Neela and Xanthos to stay back, before stepping forward with her bhuj. She didn't directly engage Miho at the moment but the intent was clear. On one side stood Wisteria and Cherry, and on the other side stood Miho.

"Never faced an Atlesian Specialist like this before," Miho mused, that same menacing smile reappearing as she spoke to Cherry. Neela tensed when she saw how she looked over Cherry. "That isn't to say I haven't gone toe to toe with one of your kind before. Although they were incredibly young and inexperienced. Not much of a challenge, you know? Especially when they went down after one hit."

Cherry did not show in her face but Neela could tell she was irritated. She could see her grip tightening on her weapon, her knuckles starting to pale from the strain.

The brief lull in battle did not last long as Miho was quick to charge the two. Even when not using the dust in her gauntlets, she was still a powerful combatant, punching, kicking, and shoving whenever she got an opening. Wisteria was able to fair quite well, but Cherry was having difficulty manoeuvring her weapon to parry and attack Miho.

Miho made a lunge towards Xanthos and Neela but was caught by Cherry and Wisteria who grabbed an arm each and hauled her back.

"Your fight is with us!" Cherry snapped

Miho sneered at her. Rather than give an audible response, she twisted at a right angle, freeing her arm from Wisteria's grasp before aiming a punch at Cherry. Luckily she was quite aware of what was going on, managing to turn her body to avoid a punch to the face but still catching a blow to her shoulder. She managed to avoid the brunt of that hit but was caught by Miho bringing her knee up and catching her in the gut.

Fully free from both women, Miho jumped back a bit, before aiming two shots at the same time as Cherry. There was nowhere for her to dodge, so she was forced to bear the blast, using her bhuj to take some of the hit. Luckily her aura seemed to be holding, as Neela doubted she'd have still been standing if it had taken too much of a dent.

"Do you not give a shit about your home or something?" Wisteria asked, gesturing to the further damage Miho had caused.

Miho shrugged, rubbing her nose on the back of her hand. "Homes can be rebuilt," Miho responded in a flat tone. "Or you can just buy a new one. I hear there's an open apartment in the Aeris District that's recently come back on the market."

Neela noted there was a slight edge to her voice, though she could not make out if it was a teasing remark or something more dark. It was only when Wisteria lunged forward, making a sound akin to a growl, before practically throwing herself at Miho, that she got her answer. Both women began punching and kicking each other, clearly intent on doing as much damage to the other as they could. Miho was doing more damage but Wisteria's overall nimbleness meant she was able to dodge the worst of the blows - for a while at least.

After some back and forths, Miho seemed to give up on striking and when Wisteria moved in for another jab, Miho wrapped her arms around her.

"Let go of me!" Wisteria yelled, thrashing in Miho's arms.

"As you wish," Miho smirked.

She inched closer to the edge of the walkway. It had been damaged from the earlier blasts from Miho, with some of the glass panels fractured or shattered from the shockwaves of her rounds. And some of it looked bent and warped, with only minimal pressure to break it or further damage it. Miho kept going until pressing Wisteria against the balcony, leaning her backwards.

"Stop!" Cherry called out, rushing to intervene. Miho only relinquished her grasp slightly, freeing an arm to shove Cherry away sharply, where she stumbled and dropped to a knee, her weapon skittering away.

"She said stop!" Neela urged, inching forward with her weapon, snapping it into her more preferred of a single spearhead.

Miho glanced over her shoulder, giving Neela a wry smile. "Is that supposed to frighten me? I could snap your weapon over my knee if I so wanted."

She dipped Wisteria a little further over the balcony before inhaling sharply.

"Actually this isn't really my thing," She said, before hauling Wisteria back, and throwing her on the floor next to Cherry. She was offered a brief moment of respite before Miho was quickly upon her again, hooking an arm around her neck and bringing her back to her feet in a chokehold. Wisteria’s feet kicked out, trying to steady herself but found no such luck. Despite having pulled away from the balcony before, she was moving back to it now. Once she reached it, she turned Wisteria around so she was facing her again, and used one arm to hold one of Wisteria’s arms down before putting her arm against her throat. This time when she leaned her over she was leaning into her as well.

She looked over her shoulder at Neela, Xanthos, and Cherry menacingly. "Wisteria here can confirm that I prefer a more personal touch."

It was then that Miho began to apply pressure as Wisteria began to cough and splutter. Although Miho had restrained one hand, Wisteria was clawing at her with the unbound one, trying to get her fingers in her eyes.

Neela and Xanthos moved to intervene but Cherry held a hand out. Cherry made a gesture to her weapon which she had managed to slide closer to herself. With careful hand movements, she freed the concealed dagger in her bhuj's hollow shaft, a glint of polished steel shimmering in the light.

The three of them exchanged a glance before nodding. To her credit, Cherry moved frighteningly fast and made little noise as she closed the gap between herself and Miho, before plunging her dagger into Miho’s lower back.

Miho screamed out in pain, relinquishing her grip on Wisteria, and backhanding Cherry across the face which sent her sprawling to the floor. Miho turned to face Wisteria again but the purple-haired woman had pulled herself away, punching Miho in the jaw before darting to the side to avoid retaliation. Sensing Miho needed to be pushed further back, Neela bolted forward and jabbed her sharply in the gut, pushing Miho back against the balcony where it accidentally knocked the blade still lodged in her back.

Grunting with effort, Miho carefully moved her arm around to remove the blade, pulling it out of her with gritted teeth. She held the bloodied weapon up by her head, looking at it for a moment and then down at Cherry, who Xanthos was helping to sit up. “Cute,” She said with a sneer, before tossing it over the edge of the balcony.

“You’ve had your fun now-”

Miho appeared to have been attempting to goad them again but something gave her pause. Neela didn’t see any potential cause but after a moment she noticed something strange happening to Miho. The red-haired woman seemed to be trying to say something, but either could not or would not get the words out, and not only that but her chest was rising rapidly as she took big gulping breaths. Miho’s eyes darted around and then landed on Wisteria.

“Wisteria!” She roared. “Stop this!”

“No!” Wisteria responded immediately. “You will feel exactly as she felt when she died!”

Miho grimaced and tried to remain standing. Neela had only experienced Wisteria’s semblance sparingly in the past but it seemed Miho was being treated to the full force of it. Even Wisteria appeared to be straining from the effort it was taking to direct her semblance at Miho. So much so that blood was starting to drip out of one nostril.

Eventually, Mihp seemed unable to bear it any longer, wincing and gripping onto the balcony for support. It was then that Wisteria let out a mighty screech and lunged at Miho. She managed to hook her arms around Miho’s waist and with the momentum gathered from running at her the two of them went crashing through the balcony and tumbling to the ground below.

A small scream was heard but was snuffed out pretty quickly when a sickening thud indicated that the two women had hit the ground.

Neela was not sure how to react for a moment, wanting to check on the two of them, but also not daring to peer over at what potential gory scene she might find below. Instead, she focused her efforts on helping Cherry back to her feet.

“Are you good?” Neela asked as the woman used Xanthos to help stand up straight.

“I’m good,” Cherry confirmed. “The slap hurt but didn’t do too much damage.” That didn't seem to stop Cherry from massaging her jaw as if it still ached.

Cherry moved towards the edge of the ruined balcony and peered down. Neela and Xanthos followed suit and nervously peered down below.

There was an old dried-up fountain on the ground floor, which Miho was now hanging halfway out of, a shard of glass sticking out of her abdomen. Neela did not even need to query if she was alive or not. The blood pooling out of her, as well as the unnatural way her body now lay told her all she needed to know. On the other hand, it was harder to determine Wisteria's fate. She lay on her back, gazing up at the massive skylight. Other than her left leg and a bloodied gash in her right shoulder, she seemed to have fared better than the red-haired woman, though it was hard to tell if she had survived or not.

"We need to get down there," Cherry said, pulling away from the edge. "We need to check if either of them are alive."

"Looking at Miho's body I would say-" Xanthos began to talk but stopped short by the look Neela shot at him.

Cherry frowned but didn't say anything. "Hopefully Wisteria might have survived," She muttered, already turning to walk away. "If she hasn't Wren will surely have my head. If not Wren then the general certainly will."

Neela imagined Ironwood would have a lot to say to all of them for this little mission. With what had just happened and everything Helia had told them, it was clear that their plans had not gone as well as they thought they would. All their planning had amounted to nought in the face of the Rossi allies' sheer determination not to lose.

Neela was not foolish enough to hope the rest of the Rossi's allies would come quietly but she could hope that she and her friends would make it out of here in one piece.

#team zrcn fic #team zrcn #neela oxford #xanthos ravindra #wisteria bloome #cherry linnet #miho ryuzaki

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 2 years

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Ethics of Creating/Adopting/Influencing Sentient Life, as Ignored by the Valar

It's been a steady headcanon of mine that most Valar have their own form of sentient life that they had a metaphysical hand in shaping. Is this because I feel like everyone gets jilted bc of the big three? Yes. Is this how I explain all of the weird one-off things in the Hobbit? Also yes. No particular order here, just vibes.

Manwe: Giant Eagles, obvious, he asked his Parent's permission first.

Aule: Dwarves, also obvious, did not ask permission from his Parent but they ended up splitting custody so a pretty good deal all around. (Also maybe made sure that the possibility for AI was in the Song. Is very excitedly awaiting his robot children.)

Yavanna: Ents, again obvious, asked her Parent's permission, got it, dunked on her husband. Ents are strange because they aren't so much plant-like sentients as decidedly sentient plants. Most everyone but her (and Vana) are kinda weirded out by this.

Vana: Hobbits. With some input from Yavanna and Nessa. I know the prevailing hc in the Hobbit fandom is that it was Yavanna for those sweet Aule/Yavanna Dwarves/Hobbits parallels, but I feel like Vana's Domains fit them better. She didn't (technically) Create them, she was just wanting to make her own People without getting in trouble, and Yavanna offered sisterly advice in the form of "Evolution was already Sung, so if you just guide that evolution a little and happen to get a new People out of it... well, whoopsies, who'd've guessed ;)". Nessa, of course, heard about this and insisted on helping her girlfriend out. No one knows how Hobbits came from Humans, because it makes very little logical sense. This is why. Also she coopted mushrooms from Melkor and those things are if not sentient at least getting there.

Orome: The Beornings. Vana was like "LOOK WHAT I'M DOING :D!" re. evolution (and Magic/Song shhhh) and Orome went "SICK! I WANNA DO THAT!!" but didn't want to put quite as much effort in (he's busy) so he took a group of humans and was like "Ok you can have awesome disney princess bear powers for the low low cost of not technically being human anymore" and they all went "well, best not to reject gifts from gods, also that sounds cool, so sure I guess?" Some adaption/evolution was also involved, which Nessa helped with.

Nessa: See Vana & Orome above. She's the reason Hobbits have the crazy high stealth bonus, and the reason for the whole bear-dancing thing the Beornings do. Also I'm pretty sure she came up with an idea for talking animals really early on, carefully and subtly implemented by her, Orome, and Yavanna.

Tulkas: Giants. Orome and Vana and Nessa were all like "DUDE LOOK WHAT WE'RE DOING ISN'T IT COOL!" and Tulkas was like "YEAH THAT'S SICK BABES! GREAT JOB!" and they were like "don't you want to try? OwO? give us more niblings to dote on?" and he figured "hey, might as well, that sounds dope". He got Aule's help (bc experience w/ sentientifying rocks) and managed to accidentally find a bunch of new loop holes in the "Thou Shalt Not Casually Create Sentience What Are You Guys Frankenstein Or Something" doctrine. Manwe was like "...why" and Tulkas was like "Look, there's not even triple digits of them, their sentience is debatable at best, and it makes Arda cooler. Surely you want Arda to be cool? Also they throw rocks around!" And Manwe had bigger problems to deal with at this point and gave up. This is why giants are fighty.

Namo: Did NOT create sentience are you kidding? It's bad enough that SOME moron Sung the possibility for Necromancy into Arda (interesting as it is he desperately wants to slap the Maia who came up with that idea. it's So Much Work, and ever since Humans first woke up he has been So Busy. this is what he gets for wanting to micromanage the Death system), he's not creating MORE work for himself. He has technically adopted sentient life in the form of Spirits. He staunchly ignores anyone who tries to point this out.

Nienna: Did not create sentience but has adopted the Orcs. The ones that were corrupted elves can heal with a lot (a LOT) of time and therapy in Mandos, but orcs do end up as a separate People. A People who is Nienna's now. They're her babies. (Yes, this is a Threat.)

Irmo: As creator of dreams he occupies a very weird place re. creating sentience, since he's technically actively influencing it at all times regardless. Has not made a People but did very quietly figure out how to make not-quite-Maiar. He didn't make many, but there are a few Wishing Spirits in unexpected places.

Vaire: Similar to her husband, she's too busy to create sentience, and doesn't want that responsibility anyway. Perfectly content with being a mentor-friend to her Weavers, no desire to be a mom.

Este: Has not created sentience but did help Aule work on robot bodies once she learned about his little project. Is not a mechanical engineer, but can pass pretty well as a bio-engineer. Plus she needs to learn how to heal all the Peoples, not just organic ones. (They keep the project quiet.)

Ulmo: He was to busy trying to help the Original And Intended Children to make anything of his own. Did several of his Maiar figure out Fully Incarnate Bodies? Yes. Did they also figure out how to have kids? SOMEHOW, yes. Did these kids become their own People? Yes. Is this Ulmo's problem now? Yes. Anyway that's how mermaids happened.

Varda: She is competent and respectable. Are her constellations sentient? That's between them, her, and her Maiar. She's worked out the logistics on her own, thank you very much. No need for worrying about afterlives or whatnots, she's got it covered. (She just wanted some kids, ok? And it's so much easier if she isn't the only one watching over the skies of Arda.)

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alliewritesthings · 3 years

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Just Like You

Requested: No

Summary: Chris always wanted a family of his own, little did he know his daughter wanted to be just like him.

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: just a whole load of fluff

a/n: I’m just a complete hoe for chris evans as a dad tbh like someone pls give this man a child

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Chris had been dreaming of these days ever since he was younger, the days he’d get to spend on set with his daughter. He knew she was growing way too fast but the sight of his baby, Maia, sat in the director's chair, it melted his heart. It still made him chuckle at her tiny frame trying to climb in and out of the chair as she pretended to order people around the set, giggling away as the actual movie director encouraged it.

His daughter became his little companion, she’d sometimes stay up way past her bedtime just to spend time sat in her father's office listening to her daddy learn his lines for new movies, or doing interviews on the phone or video calls when he couldn’t be present at the actual interview, simply just watching her father in amazement as she dreamed to one day be just like him. She often judged his performances when he over dramatically played some aspects of the script out to his daughter, giggling away with her favourite statement - “daddy, you’re so dramatic!”

Chris was lucky, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world, especially when his baby girl first curled up in his lap at the age of 3 and pretended she was studying the script in her father's hands. He knew from that day, that Maia was going to be his “mini-me”. And oh boy, he was right. By the age of six, she’d spent most of her time on a movie set – all of the Marvel cast adored her and would often get into character when she was around, which she found funny because “Auntie Scar, you’re not that mean!”. She’d spent her days being carried around on Uncle Chris’ shoulders, and getting mildly sassier with every minute she spent alongside RDJ. She was always climbing all over Chris’ cast members, or skipping around set with her little teddy bear that was dressed as Captain America. It became a common conversation on the Marvel set that your daughter would one day follow in Chris’ footsteps and get into acting, that one day she’d be the next of the Evans clan to be in the limelight.

Maia would protest that Team Cap was the best, her father always being held with top priority in her life. It always made you laugh when they’d return home from set, you’d not long got in from work yourself, and Chris was exhausted but Maia would climb all over him and ramble about how much she loved spending the day with daddy. You worked part-time to allow Chris to be able to go to work freely to produce scenes that you really didn’t want your six-year-old to witness.

“Okay Maia, leave daddy alone and come eat your dinner.” You chuckled, watching her huff and climb off the couch next to him. “I made you your favourite, chicken nuggets.” Her face lit up at the statement as she scrambled over to sit at the dinner table, throwing the Captain America bear next to her plate before she could start eating.

“Thank you, mama.” She grinned up at you, a gummy grin considering she’d lost two of her front teeth. She rushed through her nuggets, dipping them in the ketchup on her plate before she rambled on about her day, telling you all about daddy being Captain America and how he fought off all the bad guys.

“Okay, sweet pea.” You hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you stepped away. “I’m gonna run you a bath, okay? Then you can choose who puts you to bed.” You confirmed, ruffling her messy hair before heading for the bathroom.

“Chris?” You hummed softly, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to his temple. He’d passed out on the couch way before you even managed to get Maia ready for a bath. “Baby.” You cooed, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you ran your fingers down his side. “If you don’t wake up now, you know Maia will get you up.” You hummed, shaking your head.

“Maia, princess.” You called. “Time for bed.” The feet thundered down the stairs at full force, appearing at the bottom of the stairs with her blond hair all brushed out around her face, wearing the little Captain America pyjamas that she demanded you bought her when out shopping one day.

“Where’s daddy?” She questioned, looking into the kitchen before over to where you stood by the couch. “I want daddy to put me to bed.” It was the same every night that Chris was around, she always wanted him to read her a bedtime story.

“You best come get him then.” You knew he was awake now, pretending to be asleep.

“Daddy!” She squealed, running over to the couch and jumping onto him. Chris sucked in a breath as he took a knee to the stomach as his little princess clambered all over him. “Wake up, daddy!” She’d cupped his cheeks and was trying to get him to open his eyes to look at her, she huffed when she got no reply. “Mummy, he’s not answering me!” She whined, wriggling around and gently tapping his cheeks to get his attention. You didn’t miss the little grin that was tugging at Chris’ lips.

“Rawr!” Your husband shouted, startling your daughter as he began tickling her sides. She squealed and desperately tried to get away from him, laughing as he pinned her to the couch and kept tickling her. He soon stopped as her face went bright red from all her giggling, leaving her with flushed cheeks and hiccups.

“Ready for bed, princess?” He questioned, pushing himself to his feet before holding his hands out to his baby. She clambered into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris knew she was starting to get too big for this but deep down he just hoped she’d stop growing and stay his little girl forever. “Say goodnight to your ma.” He reminded your daughter before she got too comfortable curled up to her father.

“Night mama.” She mumbled, leaning over towards you to press a small kiss to your cheek.

“Night, my angel.” You replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she got comfortable against Chris’ shoulder. “Sleep well.” You called after them as Chris retreated up the stairs with your daughter.

Chris read your daughter a bedtime story, giving all the dramatics and different voices to all the characters, telling the story of a princess who lived in a tower and the prince who saved her.

“That’s a silly story, daddy.” She mumbled, turning over in the bed to look properly at her father who was sat on the edge of the bed. “If I was a princess, I wouldn’t need saving.” She brought a hand up to sleepily rub her eyes.

Chris nodded in agreement. “You’d do it yourself, huh princess?” He grinned at his daughter; you’d always brought her up to believe that she could do anything she wanted to do.

“I don’t want to be a princess anyways, daddy.” She replied sleepily, her eyes starting to flutter closed.

“What do you want to be then, Maia?” He questioned, soothingly running his fingers over her back.

“I want to be just like you.”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #dad chris evans #writing #chris evans fanfic #steve rogers #captain America

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carelessflower · 2 years

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unfurtunate events

(1/?)

In hindsight, maybe it was not the best idea to charge into a magical realm where everything has the potential to fuck you up three ways or another and the queen of said realm hated your guts.

Well, hate would be exaggerating the situation, but Alec did put an arrow through one of the Seelie queen's knights. He doubted she would invite him to any dinner party soon.

And not like he had any time to ponder on their non-existing relationship. Between the meetings with Lily and Maia, training and the paperwork, Alec barely got any time with his family (early morning meant no cuddle hours, Alec needed his cuddles damn it). If he had to accommodate one more thing to his schedule, homicide would be on the table.

Then Simon got kidnapped.

Look, Alec did not hammer any hard feelings for the guy, Simon had been through a lot, yet still came out strangely chipper and optimistic, Alec could appreciate those qualities. What he did not appreciate, however, was the trouble-seeking magnet Alec's sister, Alec's parabatai, Alec's parabatai's fiance and Simon all shared.

This was why when Jace barged into his office, notifying the Seelie queen had requested “an intimate meeting with the leader of exiled shadowhunters for a discussion about Simon Lovelace”, Alec temporarily mourned his peaceful breakfast before letting out a wail that’s definitely not human. (only for seconds of course, he understood the importance of time management)

So yeah, Alec was in fact, tired, husband-deprived and hungry.

And now a cat.

Homicide was definitely on.

Everything was too much and not enough. The gentle rustling of leaves, the buzzing noises became overwhelming. Smell of mud and some sickeningly sweet aroma attacked his sense.

The vine coiling around his body cat body holy fuck what the fuck what the absolute fuck reached one branch and twisted his face towards a smirking Seelie queen.

"Aren't you a naughty kitty?" she chuckled.

Fuck you. he aimed for words but it came out as a yowl instead. Alec was so screwed.

The Seelie queen adjusted her composure, the holes Alec had managed to tear through her dress before he got chained were not there anymore. There was a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

“That was not very nice of you Mr.Lightwood. But I suppose we can not always count much on your kind’s manners.”

If not for the vine tightening around his legs, Alec would jump and claw her in the face.

He could see the line between his cat self and human self started to blur altogether. Alec didn’t know how to feel about this.

“Aren’t you curious little kitty—” The queen flicked her finger, a golden water-filled bowl materializing from the air. “how your team is doing? We left them for quite the time after all.”

The water started to boil before simmering down to the scene of four familiar figures. Izzy held on to her whip harder than usual, as if she was ready to unleash hell at any time. Simon looked worried, talking to an equally distressed Clary. And Jace was clutching at his shirt, undoubtedly trying to tap into the parabatai bond.

“I can feel him, just not him him. Like someone pulls a blanket over Alec’s end.” Jace ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Alec could relate to the feeling. He still felt his brother’s emotions through the bond, a mix of confusion and anger, but wasn’t able to send anything in return. He wondered what would Jace say when he knew he was the first shadowhunter to be bonded to a cat.

Izzy looked even more pissed after hearing Jace. She had the Lightwood scowl on her face, which usually meant someone was about to suffer or die. For Alec’s sanity and their safety, he hoped it was neither.

The Seelie queen wouldn’t kill him. That he could probably be sure of.

Alec was more of a leverage than an act of defiance. He made a habit of not thinking too highly about himself but shit would go down pretty quick if the queen murdered him.

Besides having paws and a bizarre craving for tuna, Alec would be fine. Mostly.

The best his friends could do now was to come back to the Institute and contacted their allies. Then figured out whatever the queen wanted. He casted a worried look over the bowl of water

Clary seemed to tighten the grip on her dagger, “We should get out of here”

“I’m not leaving until Alec comes back.”

“Izzy, I know you are upset but we can’t fight the court without any backup. We need to go”

“The hell we are! He needs u—“

“Both of you SHUT UP”

Jace was closed to fuming, his eyes narrowed. The last time that look appeared, Jace had snapped several wooden blades in the training room.

“We can’t go back without Alec. What are we going to tell Max and Rafael? By the angel, what are we going to tell Magnus?”

“Tell me what exactly?”

inspired by this ask from @khaleesiofalicante blog

tag list: @magnus-the-maqnificent @ahanahahaha @ukisteria @wtf-is-reality @sleepy-magnus

#anh writes stuff #anh and the plot bunny #malec #my fic: unfurtunate events #several points of canon are ignored in order to have fun #alec already a cat he doesnt need to worry about dimension hopping evil parabatai

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. xxix - 'stuff'

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once you all arrived, you immediately exit the van and ran inside the villa to see how it is in real life.

The porch was simple and rustic but very inviting whereas the interior is very homey. A living room welcomes you as soon as you open the door, it was quite spacious. To the left of the door is the stairs that lead to the second floor. Behind the couch is the dining room with a dining table that sits 10 people, a kitchen, and a door that leads directly to the beach outback.

You were so busy taking the interior in, you didn't realize your tall best friend behind you.

Mingi managed to spin you around so suddenly and heave you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you squeal loudly before he ran up the stairs to tag a room.

There were four rooms which would mean three rooms will be used by two people, three in one room. So naturally, Mingi decided he'll be staying in the biggest room with you and Jongho.

"My bag is still downstairs, you know?" You giggled at Mingi as he put you down on the king-sized bed before dropping his bag near the bed.

Mingi was about to answer when Wooyoung came in with both your and his bag in his hands, "nope, got your bag right here," he grinned widely, showing that he in fact has your things with him.

Wooyoung drops both bags near Mingi's before jumping on the bed. Or more likely, on you.

"Wooyoung!" You squealed loudly when he wrapped all his limbs around you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "Hey!" Mingi exclaimed loudly, immediately trying to pull Wooyoung off of your body, "no! Wooyoung, get off and get out! This is my room and (Y/N)'s and Jongho's!" he whined.

As if not hearing the taller guy, Wooyoung ignored him completely and opt to nuzzle his face onto the skin of your neck deeper, softly breathing against it which elicit a giggle out of you.

Sensing that he was being ignored, Mingi walked over and smack Wooyoung square on his ass with a pout on his face.

"Don't hog on (Y/N)!" he whined, hoping that Wooyoung would just detach himself from you on his own and leave the room. But said male just face Mingi and stuck his tongue out childishly.

You could see one of Mingi's eyes twitch at Wooyoung's response, so you sat yourself up and reach to hold onto Mingi's hand with a smile on your face, "it's okay Gi, the three of us can room together instead, pretty sure Jongho can find his own roommate," you assured him.

Though he was still pouting, he sat on your other side and began to wrap his own longer limbs around you, forcing you to fall back into the bed and be stuck in a mess of tangled limbs. Mingi kept trying to push Wooyoung's arms and legs off of you and soon Wooyoung was doing the same. Now you're just stuck in the middle of a childish pushing game until you had enough and smack their arms to get them to stop.

"Okay, if you wanna room with me here, you both have to behave or else I'll swap myself with whoever's with Yunho," you told both of them sternly as you stood up to glare at the both of them who are still oh so comfortable on the bed.

Wooyoung smirked at you as he lifts his arms to rest behind his head as support, "damn, never thought my girlfriend can be so hot while nagging," he smugly said.

From the side, Mingi scoffed at Wooyoung's words, "FAKE girlfriend you mean," he said, emphasizing harshly on the word 'fake'. Wooyoung scoffed back at him, "No, REAL girlfriend as of today, we talked about it in the car," he then looked at you, asking for confirmation, "right, (Y/N)?"

Mingi's eyes bulged out at that, shocked to hear the information. He opened his mouth to question you but you raised a hand at him, signalling him to hold it so you can say your piece, "no we didn't Woo, YOU told me what you wanted and I didn't say anything else about the matter because who talks about that in a chat?" you said, rolling your eyes.

Now it was Mingi's turn to have a smug smirk thrown towards Wooyoung. The latter, on the other hand, pouted as he sat himself up. He pulled you close and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your belly to look up at you with puppy dog eyes, "but I was being sincere... I really did mean what I said and I'm not gonna take it back," his bottom lip jutted out as if to add more effect on his sadness.

You cooed at how adorable he looked, your right hand came forward to cup his cheek and your left hand move to push his hair away from his forehead that fell to his eyes.

Wooyoung was smiling happily at the affection you gave him, he even tightened his arms around you and puckered his lips, wordlessly asking for kisses from you.

Just as you leaned in to peck Wooyoung on his lips, Mingi cleared his throat loudly, making you snap your head at him. He was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, as if questioning you and what you're doing. You rolled your eyes at him and settle on giving Wooyoung a peck on his forehead.

"You know what, Woo, I'm willing to try the whole us being a real thing," you said. Wooyoung's eyes widened and a large smile broke out on his face. He was about to holler out in happiness just as Mingi jumped up into a sitting position, he was about to protest but you beat them both to the punch, "however, that doesn't mean I'm gonna be straight out your real girlfriend, alright? I need time to get used to the real you first," you continued.

Wooyoung groaned before detaching himself from you and letting his body drop back to the bed with a flop. Mingi on the other hand was snickering at Wooyoung, seemingly content with how things went with you two.

You moved to sit on Mingi's lap, which he welcomes by wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. You giggled at Wooyoung's antics, thinking that for someone with his status around campus, he's pretty freaking adorable, "okay, come on, do we have a deal or not?" you asked, nudging his leg with your foot.

The nudged man sat up slightly and squint his eyes at you, "can I still touch you and stuff?" he asked. You were about to answer him when Mingi cut you off, "elaborate on 'stuff', please," he said, his own eyes squinting at Wooyoung.

A smirk bloom on Wooyoung's face, "well... Things boyfriends and girlfriends usually does," he said vaguely. Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at him, "but you both aren't boyfriend and girlfriend," "well technically we are," Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Mingi cursed under his breath, something along the line of "fucking technicalities,".

Their little banter made you somehow feel a little satisfied. Mingi's protectiveness over you and Wooyoung's persistence is really a sight to behold, it definitely brought a smile to your face.

"Okay, so then our whole 'fake' status is to be dissipated, from now on we are officially two people who are genuinely trying to get to know each other better in hopes that something could happen," you said, smiling at him. While Mingi rolled his eyes at this, Wooyoung grinned widely and proceed to pump his hands up in excitement.

"Which means you can no longer use my Yeosang collage as a blackmail material," you continued.

His eyes widened at that.

"What!?" He exclaimed before groaning, "fucking technicalities," he sighed, mumbling under his breath.

Despite his protest, you didn't care because you know things are about to get interesting from now on.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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I found this on my laptop?

Magnus frowned at Maia but she didn’t bat an eye. Alright, he thought, it was time to bring out the big guns.

He pouted at her.

“So, I can’t give free drinks to any cute people?” he asked, leaning against the wooden counter.

“Nope,” Maia replied shortly.

Huh. Maybe the pout needed more voltage.

“But what if they are super cute?” Magnus asked, pouting even further. “Like Chris Pine cute?”

“Still nope,” Maia shook her head.

“Are you telling me that if Chris Pine walks in here tonight, I can’t offer him a free drink?” Magnus asked incredulously.

Maia sighed, half tired and half exasperated. “I can assure you that Chris Pine is not going to walk into this bar on a Sunday night.”

She paused and looked at Magnus seriously.

“He better not walk into this bar when I am not bartending,” Maia said. “I will be so fucking pissed if that ever happens.”

Magnus wondered how much it would cost him to hire Chris Pine to visit the bar on Maia’s birthday.

“What’s the point of running a bar if you don’t get to give free drinks to cute people?” Magnus gestured at the patrons.

It was Sunday night and Hunters Moon was buzzing with anyone who hated Mondays – which was pretty much everyone.

“The point is to make profit so I can pay off my student loans,” Maia answered and slammed the cash register with a loud thud – she could be a little extra sometimes.

“You had to guilt me with the student loans, didn’t you?” Magnus pouted, for real this time. “Capitalism is a bitch.”

“Magnus, you don’t have to-”

He jumped over the counter in one smooth motion and put a finger on her lips. Cute people come and go – but friends are forever.

“I promised I will take over for you tonight,” Magnus smiled. “I won’t give anyone free drinks – even if they are Chris Pine cute. I promise.”

“Just for a couple of hours okay?” Maia said, as she picked up a napkin from the cupboard, probably hoping to clean the counter for the hundredth time. “It’s mostly just kids from the nearby campus. You can close up by 11.”

He smiled at her and took the napkin from her hands and put it over his shoulder. “Maia, I’ve got this. I just need to look pretty and serve alcohol. I’ve been doing that might my whole life. Just ask my dad.”

“Magnus, your jokes are more depressing than they are funny,” Maia pointed out, looking rather concerned.

“Hush, you!” Magnus shushed her. “Now why don’t you go back to the apartment and prep for the interview with the bank tomorrow?”

Maia was applying for a loan so she can renovate Hunters Moon to make it bigger and better. He wished he had the money to make her dream come true – but he didn’t. So he had decided to help her in whatever way he could. If that meant serving alcohol to redheads and Star Wars nerds with what were clearly fake IDs, Magnus didn’t mind one bit.

“You are the best-est,” Maia smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “You are sure you can handle it, right?”

“Maia, I know my way around alcohol,” Magnus reminder her again. “I once drank so much gin that I almost got married to a plate in Poland. Or was it in Philippines? It was a country starting with P. I remember that much.”

“If that anecdote was supposed to make me feel better, it failed miserably,” Maia groaned, shaking her head.

“The only thing that can make you feel better is some hardcore prepping for your interview tomorrow,” Magnus informed her. “Now off you go. I’ve got this.”

He turned around, already taking orders from a blonde girl in a leather jacket. He saw Maia exiting the counter and picking up her backpack. She turned around and gave him a fond smile.

“One drink,” she said. “You can give one free drink.”

“One?” Magnus said in disbelief. “But there are so many cute people here!”

Maia put her backpack over her shoulder and winked at him. “Then you better find the cutest of them all – and it better not be Chris Pine!”

Magnus pouted at the door, which closed after her. He looked around the bar once more - the small cozy space which will hopefully be a big cozy space in the future. It was full of cute people alright. But how could he just choose one of them? It seemed like an impossible mission.

“Alright cutest of them all, show yourself!” Magnus announced dramatically, half joking and half wishing.

Right on cue, the front door bell jingled and two ridiculously good looking people walked in. They looked like students – but Magnus did not make that assumption based on the usual signs like the dark circles under their eyes or the ramen stains on their t-shirts.

These two were actually carrying a pile of giant text books as they found a corner booth and settled down. Magnus was trying to figure out which one of them was cuter when the door opened more and his quest to find the cutest of was settled – probably forever.

The man wore a simple gray sweater and had dark floppy hair that fell just above his eyes. Magnus wanted to know whether he didn’t comb his hair or didn’t know how to.

And his face. Oh my god, his face.

It was cute. Probably the cutest thing Magnus had ever seen – which is really saying something because Magnus had once attended a cat fashion show a couple of years ago.

The cute, no – cutest – guy’s face scanned the space, searching for someone – probably his girlfriend, if Magnus’ past luck was anything to go by. Even if this cute stranger turned out to be miraculously and conveniently gay, he was probably still here to meet up his boyfriend.

Magnus was used to his shitty luck.

The man’s eyes stopped on him and his mouth parted open, forming a slight O. He shook his head, his ridiculously cute hair flopping around making him look even cuter. The man started looking around again, this time more urgently.

“Face!” he yelled at someone. Or may it was Trace. Magnus couldn’t hear him over the patrons.

Mr. Cutest of Them All walked towards the two ridiculously good-looking students and immediately started gesturing aggressively at the counter. The two students peered over at the counter – at him? – and pointed at their books.

The man sighed and put his face in his hands. Clearly the three of them were dealing with some sort of personal drama. Magnus, despite wanting nothing but to talk to the cute guy, decided to give them space.

For now, he decided to do his job as promised and started taking and making more orders. One hour down, Magnus had successfully poured drinks, breaking zero glasses – although he did break a couple of hearts when he refused to give them his number.

They should really blame the stupid cute guy who was now brooding in the corner booth. The two mysteriously good-looking friends – friends? – seemed to be reading (studying? In a bar?) their giant textbooks in silence.

The blonde one did come over to get a couple of beers but didn’t say much. Magnus wondered if it would be a good idea to send over a drink to their table. Maia did say he could give one free drink after all and he didn’t think no one cuter could walk into that bar tonight – or any other night for that matter.

The bar was starting to empty out slowly as Maia had promised although the corner booth remained the same. Magnus shrugged and decided to clean up the counter since he had to close up in half hour. He was looking for Maia’s cleaning cloth – which she probably should wash more often – when someone loudly and awkwardly cleared their throat.

Magnus turned around to find the cute guy sitting on one of the bar stools, his fingers clasped neatly on the counter before him.

If he had thought the other man was good looking before, he didn’t have words for what he was feeling right now. Magnus could actually see his clearly now. His face, pale but beautiful – like porcelain that you want to caress at first sight. His blue eyes were so deep and enchanting and would definitely give Chris Pine run for his money.

The counter was empty, and so was the bar mostly, but one customer was still a customer. So Magnus decided to stop thirsting and starting pouring – alcohol, just to be clear.

“What can I get you?” Magnus asked, putting on his best smile.

No harm in smiling, right? It was just good customer service.

Okay he might have also unbuttoned one (or two) or his buttons while he pretended to look for something but that’s mostly because New York can be ridiculously warm in…January.

Whatever.

“Can I get a Cake by the Ocean, please?” the man asked.

“A what?” Magnus blinked.

“A Cake by the Ocean?”

“Uh, I don’t know how to make one of those,” Magnus replied helplessly.

Great his first impression on his cute stranger was that he was a loser who didn’t know fancy alcoholic beverages.

“I am sorry,” Magnus said quickly. “I am not a professional bartender. I am just covering for a friend. But I can look it up on the internet and see if I can make it for you.”

“No worries,” the man smiled, and Magnus wanted to kiss him. “It smells like orange juice and vodka. But also tastes like cranberries, I think? Oh – and peach schnapps!!”

“Hold on,” Magnus said slowly. “Are you talking about a Sex on the Beach?”

The man blinked at him once and then twice. His eyes widened in realization and he face palmed and groaned so hard that his friends looked over at the counter in concern.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” the man said, his voice muffled by his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s really not,” Magnus smiled. Can this guy get any cuter?

“Why would anyone even call a cocktail that?” the man complained. “It’s a terrible name.”

“It was actually coined by this guy from Florida. He was asked by a peach schnapps company to create a cocktail featuring their product. So he made this,” Magnus gestured at the cocktail he was currently making, “He named it Sex on the Beach because most of the spring breakers who visited Florida at the time were looking for sex or the beach. It was really good marketing strategy to be honest.”

Cute guy looked both impressed and surprised at the same time. Cute guy looked cuter.

“I didn’t expect you to offer me an explanation and definitely not a comprehensive one at that,” the man said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Magnus winked – because of customer service.

“You said you are covering for a friend,” the man after a minute of silence. “So how do you know about the sex on the beach thing? Do you happen to know random details about random alcoholic beverages?”

“While that would certainly look excellent on my resume, unfortunately no. My knowledge of alcohol is limited to mixing cocktails and making hangover cures. But I was a linguistics major at Columbia. I spent an entire semester on etymology. I may have a little obsession about discovering the meaning of things. So I happen to know random shit like this.”

“That’s actually pretty cool,” the man smiled again.

“I am glad you think so,” Magnus said genuinely. “My dad doesn’t see the point of pursing linguistics.”

“Most parents don’t understand the purpose of learning for passion,” the man pointed out. “They think we need to get a degree so we can get a job. They don’t really care if we like what we to learn or enjoy what we do.”

Magnus blinked.

The man was not only breathtakingly beautiful but also eloquent and deep.

“I agree,” Magnus replied. “But if we are going to talk about our parents, we need something stronger than a cocktail with orange juice.”

The man chuckled.

Magnus used to think that the most beautiful sound in the world was the sound a cocktail mixer makes when you are getting yourself booze after a long day at work – or short day at home.

But now he wasn’t so sure.

Maia can think whatever she wants – but if his depressing jokes can get another laughter out of the mystery man it would be worth it.

“Alec,” the man said, now smiling.

“Short for Alexander?” Magnus smiled back.

“Yep,” Alec nodded.

“Do you know the etymology of your name?” Magnus asked, as he waved at the last patrons – other than Alec’s friends – who were leaving the bar.

“It means protector, right?” the man guessed. “For Alexander the Great or something.”

“Actually it goes further back,” Magnus corrected, glad they were talking about etymology and not something like…baseball. “It was actually an epithet given to the Greek goddess Hera. She was a total badass. You should be flattered.”

“Well then, consider me flattered,” Alec grinned.

#why do I even have this fkhjkd #who are these people fjsfjdnfg #malec #malec fics #my writing

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N - There's some good in this world. Like this platform and its incredible content. Thank you to all the fanfic writers who greatly help us to feel good when everything seems dark. 💜

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Y/N

You'd be Sam, I think.

Jim Gordon

Excuse me?

Y/N

Yeah you've got all those highly inspiring speeches all the time about light in the darkness and some fuckeries like this. Plus, you always save Frodo's ass.

Jim Gordon

Excuse me, who?

Y/N

Frodo would definitely be Brucie. Always with a shitty idea somewhere in his mind, wanting to do his own quest but always putting the companionship in deep shit.

Jim Gordon

I don't understand a word you're saying! Are you alright?

Y/N

Pennyworth would be Gandalf that's for sure, since he always save everyone's ass and fight like a fucking Maia here in the city.

...

Merry would be Selina since she's cunning and resourceful. Ivy is Pippin, she is fun and sometimes makes sense in what she says.

Jim Gordon

Look where are you, you're clearly losing it. I can send someone to fetch you. Oh dear, Did Zsasz brainwashed you?

Y/N

Gimli would be Barnes, Aragorn would be Fox, Legolas would be Lee - We should rename her LeeGolas then, and Boromir, of course, would be Harvey.

Jim Gordon

Ok, stay calm Y/N. I called Fox who is trying a locate you. Help is coming.

Y/N

Now we need to cast our dark side. Ed and Oswald would be Sauron and Morgoth who would be who, I have no idea.

...

Or they can also be two idiotic Orcs fighting each other, letting the Sauron-Morgoth roles to Falcone and Mooney... Zsasz would be the Witch-king of Angmar and Barbara Shelob.

Jim Gordon

WTF are you doing in our archive room Y/N?! How in hell were you able to make your way in here?!

Y/N

Which brings me to my point, Jimbo. Logically then, I would be Gollum. Not good nor bad, the filthy little creature is an asset and a danger for the heroes. He is also discreet and agile and can make his way anywhere and everywhere because he knows the best routes to take without beeing seen.

Jim Gordon

Obviously you're not here anymore! Where are you, you are clearly not in your right state of mind?!

Y/N

Now I have to find who are Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Arwen.

...

Oh, btw, if Frodo becomes dark Frodo, don't be Samy-goodie-two-shoes and just throw the kid into the pit of Mount Doom, which would be Gotham.

...

See you around Sam GameJim

----- Y/N blocked you like the snowstorm in Caradhras -----

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Y/N

Got it. You indeed put the three in "L"'s drawer when you were on your killing spree.

Riddl-ED

Thanks God! They are super rare and I even made a 3D card put carefully on p.2 to help visualizing Middle Earth better.

Y/N

You owe me now, dude.

Riddl-ED

It kills me to say it but yeah. I. Know.

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Victor Zsasz

Did I cut your oxygen too long yesterday, sweetness?

Y/N

No, it was perfectly executed with perfect timing, let's do it again tonight. My turn to do it.

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Why?

Victor Zsasz

Roger that.

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I don't know, I wasn't exactly listening. Gordon was worried to death for you mental state or something. He accused me to have done something wrong in your head. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Y/N

Nothing's wrong with me - aside from the usual. I was only going on an adventure to fetch some of Riddl-ED books when we spoke. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Victor Zsasz

The guy is losing it then. See you tonight 🖤

#gotham imagine #gotham #gotham x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fox #gotham incorrect quotes #jim gordon #edward nygma drabble #jim gordon x reader #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader

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sadachmesarthim · 3 years

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yes this is a rewrite, feel free to fry my ass on anon about it.

content: starker being mean to each other, peter parker has Supportive Friends™, tony has daddy and mommy issues, quentin beck is a Mean Boss™, smoking, secondhand smoke.

word count: 3.0k

square filled: coffee shop au -> link to playlist here

part two is here!

a little vocab lesson before continuing: mobster = really high up in the chain of command for this group of coffee shops. they go around training new hirees, and often decide who gets to move up the line of command. they get to travel on company money, and are very well respected in the workplace. mobsters usually come in groups - siblings, hires from the same groups, etc.

Tony didn't like Richland.

Sure, okay, it was a serious step up from Federal Way. He was free from his parents, he could do whatever he wanted in a house all to himself, no one knew who he was - it was a refreshing change, one he definitely needed now that he was graduated, all grown up.

He'd moved back east about two months ago. He'd wanted to get as far away from home as possible, stretch his legs - he went under the guise of missing his grandma, wanting to go to school. He wasn't a terrible liar, either. Howard and Maria'd eaten it up, encouraging him to go as soon as he could.

"If you go now, you could get there in time for summer classes. Maybe even get a job before they stop hiring seasonally. You never know, but you might as well try!"

So here he was. Still jobless, still not yet enrolled in school. Enjoying his time in the (now autumn) sunshine, biding his time before he ran out of money. He'd planned well - he had enough cash to keep him covered for a while, as long as he didn't go blowing it.

He'd blown it.

He was a sucker for good coffee, though, and he missed Outback. He'd worked at one back home for almost a year before he left, and now... now, it was like an itch he couldn't scratch - he needed the interaction, needed to go make friends. He was too much of a social butterfly.

Yet again, he found himself in his truck, on the way to the nearest stand. He was pathetic, really. Here he was, wasting more money on coffee, when he could be out hiking or climbing or... literally doing anything else.

He knew it was worth it the second he pulled in. The cutest kid was running lines that day - shorts hugging his tight ass deliciously, in a way Tony knew his operator would get in trouble for if a Mobster or Coach saw. Christ, they lettin' just anyone work here now, that it?

He had to keep his thoughts to himself, though - the kid had just finished the cars in front of him, and was headed straight for Tony, iPad in hand. He took a breath, putting on his best poker face. He needed a fucking cigarette.

"Hey handsome! Welcome to Outback, what're we drinkin' today?" Shit, he's cute. All bright and cheery - it might be fake, sure, customer service voice and all - but boy, did he play the part well. All big eyes and wide smile. He looked up at Tony expectantly, right hand hovering over the screen of the runner iPad. Shit, he still has to order something.

"Hi, just a small iced white vanilla breve please." Tony watched as the kid pressed a few spaces on the tablet, shocked at how fluidly he moved. Tony'd never seen him at this location before, but he obviously knew what he was doing. Location transfer, maybe? Mobster? He wasn't sure.

"Perfect! I've got you in - anything else, love?" God, he was too much. There's no way this was just the sickly facade Outback enforced - no, this was all him. "Nah, I'm okay. I'm paying card today, too." He reached his hand out for the tablet, wanting to tip this kid specifically.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, this card reader's broken. The one up at the window's working though! My girl Maia'll be up there waiting for you!" He turned with a smile, skipping off to the next car.

Jesus, who was this kid? And what did Tony have to do to see him again?

•|||•

Return an application, apparently.

Maia, the girl at the window, had let him know that they were hiring. He didn't have to feign interest - he had relevant experience, could work his way up if he needed to - and he'd get to see the mystery boy again. She'd ran and grabbed a small stack of papers for him, which he dutifully filled out and brought back a couple of hours later.

The closing shift lead had briefly interviewed him, practically giving him the job on the spot. Apparently she'd met his sister on a Mob trip, before - it paid to have connections, but damn... someone in town already knew who he was. Oh well. Not a big deal. These were still new people, fresh faces - he could make a clean reputation for himself, a fresh start...

It was exactly what he needed. And if he needed to use a bit of his influence with his sister to get it... so be it.

•|||•

"Emma, please, just... don't be a dick when he calls you. I need this job, it'll be good for m-"

"Save it, Tony. I don't want your excuses. If I say I'll do it, will you leave me alone?" She was being unusually short with him. Fuck. She and Rhodey were fighting again.

"Yes, yes, anything. Thank you so much." He was met with a bored sigh.

"Whatever, dude. I'll put in a good word. Talk to you later." She hung up before he could say anything else. Whatever - it wasn't the worst conversation he'd had with his sister, but it left a lot to be desired.

They hadn't been doing well since she & Rhodey got together. It was on-again-off-again... and they were honestly both to blame. Neither one of them was good at commitment, and it showed.

It put strain on both of their relationships with Tony, and didn't do much to help keep him in Federal Way. He sought comfort in the isolation of a new town, but it didn't seem to be helping anything.

Leaving never did, but it was really all he knew how to do.

•|||•

Peter hadn’t been at Outback long, but he’d enjoyed every minute of it.

He’d gotten hired almost immediately after graduation, not wanting to waste a second of his summer not making money. It was a bit of a difficult transition - he wasn’t a big fan of Beck, his boss, and training was really overwhelming. But after he’d hit that twelve week mark... it’s like something just clicked.

He was a whiz on bar, he was making friends right and left. He and Maia’d even gone to get tattoos together a couple weeks ago during a flash sale. He was getting faster and faster at running cars, he knew almost all of his regular customers. He genuinely felt like part of the family.

That didn’t really change when Beck hired a new group, either. There weren’t too many of them, helping keep their group small. They’d been spending a bit of time in the stand here and there, going over the rules, the ins and outs of making coffee, taking their menu test.

The three he was introducing today seemed okay enough. He just barely caught the tail end of Beck's “congrats on becoming a full employee” monologue before the man set the fresh meat loose. Not that they could really go far - it was maybe a good spit's distance from corner to corner. But, if it helped them get their bearings...

He was pulled from his thoughts before they could take off too far. “Hey, Parker! Come say hi to the green beans!”

•|||•

The red haired girl was nice enough. They'd introduced themselves, exchanged snap usernames, gushed over Peter's tattoos, and bonded over the typical new job anxiety. He'd forged a sweet new friendship with Bri, and was hopeful she'd stick around. He'd seen people like her get chewed up and spit out in this industry, and he liked her.

The tall guy... was pretty boring, actually. He stayed on his phone for the majority of the introduction, opting to ignore Peter entirely. It was fine - he'd probably be gone by the end of the month. Not like they’d miss him - he barely passed his menu test, from what Peter’d overheard.

Then came Mr. Short, Dark, and Brooding - Tony, apparently - Peter remembered him from a few weeks ago. He’d given Peter a poorly concealed once-over, tried to take the runner iPad from right out of his hands... if he wasn’t so attractive, Peter’d pin him for a fuckboy.

Despite how much he looked like he’d wanted to back then, when given the opportunity, he didn’t really engage with Peter. He apparently wasn’t the type to keep eye contact, go in for a hug, make small talk. 0 for 2. Disappointing. Oh well. That’s fine - Peter was perfectly content as the only guy at this location (sans Beck, of couse). Too much testosterone didn’t foster a healthy working environment, and they all knew it.

The girls, especially. They all gushed over Peter - apparently being the token gay guy in the stand somehow made him exempt from the targetted harassment. Nearly every guy they’d hired had left within 9 months - coffee was definitely a female-dominated field.

Peter was excited to see how these two fared.

•|||•

The tall guy was gone within a week. Didn’t even leave notice, just up and stopped showing up to his shifts. Not that it was the end of the world - he was still in his probationary period, so he wasn’t even making tips. No sweat off Peter’s back.

Bri did really well, in comparison. Beck was unusually strict with her - lashing out during her initial first shifts, generally being a hardass. It was unnecessary, and everyone knew it - Peter often found himself having fridge or bathroom meetings with her to help calm her down. But she kept showing up, kept trying, and after a few weeks she was doing just as well as Peter and the rest of them.

Tony was even better. Peter’d heard through the grapevine that he’d worked at a different location when he was still in school. Why he had to go through training again was lost on Peter - Beck tended to be thorough when it came to these kinds of things, but Tony was arguably more experienced than some of Peter’s coworkers...

Apparently, it’s because he wasn’t one to play nice.

•|||•

It took them quite a while to work together. Peter’d found himself getting the shit end of the schedule, working 7-1s religiously. It was by far his least favorite shift - dealing with the morning and lunch rushes were nothing, if not exhausting. But he pushed through, and finally got a say in what he worked - a very comfortable 5 - close.

Tony seemed to fill the between-shift gap - 2-8 was his jam. He liked working later, but still getting home before dark. Apparently being a newbie meant drawing the short straw sometimes -

And the short straw just so happened to be barring with the twink from a few weeks ago.

He hadn’t been... avoiding him. Tony just... didn’t like the way he worked. Peter was flighty, always moving. It irked him... he was just so much, it made Tony’s head hurt. If he wasn’t so engaging he might actually piss Tony off - but he knew the kid had nothing but good intentions, and that made it bearable.

It didn’t translate to the bar, though.

It seemed nearly impossible for them to work well together. Tony’d been assigned the milk station for the last three hours of his shift - a long stretch, but nothing he hadn’t done before. Peter was on shots almost the entire time. Poor kid.

Tony’s sympathy ran dry when they actually began working. They were almost always on top of each other - Peter crowding his space and trying to do too much. It grated on Tony’s every nerve, made it difficult to function. Peter didn’t seem to notice at all - or if he did, he didn’t care.

It came to a head when Peter went for the fridge.

It was a pretty well-known rule that the person on shots doesn’t reach for the fridge. Not only was it too far away from their position on machine, it requires them to go behind their bar partner, which is dangerous in a shop this small. Hot liquids, ice, sugar... they can cause spills, burns, falls...

So of course this dumbass goes for the fridge. Opens the door. Grabs a can of cold brew with his bare hands before turning back around.

And running into Tony face first.

This would have been fine if it were literally anything other than a cold brew. This would have been fine if Tony wasn’t holding a fresh drink! But no - the universe lined things up just right, laid out the most well-planned disaster.

As they made contact, Peter’s hands flew up in shock, dropping the very pressurized can. It exploded as it hit the concrete, spraying nitrogen and foam-y coffee all over them. This caused Tony to let go of the drink in his hand, coating both of their lower halves in hot, sticky milk.

It was picturesque, the mess they made.

Tony looked up at Peter in absolute shock. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Why were you in the fridge?!”

“I was just trying to help! You were busy, I figured I could-” Tony cut him off before he filled the stand with more hot air. Not in the mood for his bullshit excuses.

“I don’t care how busy you think I am - you ask before doing something outside of your station. Do you understand me?” The look in his eye was one Peter’d never seen before - it probably should have scared him, but frankly, it just made him angrier.

“Who do you think you are to be giving me orders?” He was huffy, he could feel his cheeks burning red. He was an angry crier, and knew he was struggling to control his face.

“My sister’s a Mobster. I think I know what I’m doing.” Oh. That explained it - his experience, his proficiency on bar... why he was such a dick. Peter’d never met a Mobster he liked, and if this guy was related to one... shit just made sense.

•|||•

He spent the remaining few hours of Tony’s shift hiding in the back. They were better off separated, and neither complained. Tony could handle himself up front, and Peter was productive enough. He had chores to do, dishes to finish, the closing list to start... Getting an early start benefitted everyone.

By the time 8 rolled around, the atmosphere in the stand had relaxed. They’d both had a chance to clean up, the girls on window had helped ease the tension with casual conversation. Bri had been running, and Peter spent plenty of time in the back with her, hushed enough to avoid the ears a few feet away.

“I don’t see why he gets to walk all over us. You’ve been here longer, and the attitude isn’t necessary.” She was sitting on the edge of the sink, goldfish making their way to her mouth between words. “You know I don’t like him. I don’t see why you keep trying to be nice.”

Peter sighed. He knew she was right. “I just... I don’t want anyone here to feel left out, or like I did at the beginning. Beck can be mean... I want all of you to feel welcome.” It wasn’t a lie, either - he’d made a point to make everyone feel at home, to make this stand a family. Until Tony showed up, he’d been doing a great job.

“I know buttercup. Just... don’t go bending over backward for someone that won’t even look you in the eye.” With that she hopped down, ready to clock out.

Tony shuffled past them both, excited to do the same. Maia’d taken over the bar for him, alleviating him just before the four minute window was up. He didn’t even excuse himself, just inserting himself in their personal space without concern.

Bri shot Peter a look before she left. Talk to him!

He opted for bravery. He deserved an apology for Tony’s harsh words earlier today, and he was going to get it.

He checked the cameras before walking back, making sure Maia wasn’t gonna wind up swamped if this took longer than necessary. Tony was collecting his things - he had to do this fast.

“Hey, listen.” Tony looked up, unamused. “I know we didn’t exactly have a good shift, and yeah I’m partly to blame for that... but Beck doesn’t really vibe with hostility, and the girls...”

Tony cut him off halfway through. “What, it makes them uncomfortable? They don’t like it when a man takes charge, has a little outburst? Sheesh, y’all really are a mess.” What the fuck?

“Okay, seriously. I tried to be nice. You owe me, and the rest of us, a serious apology for today, or I’m going to Quentin about it. It’s not that hard to say you’re sorry, Tony.” Good job Parker, firm boundaries.

“I’m sorry? Sorry for what, doing my job? Fuck that, man. I’m out of here.” He opened the door and left, skipping past an oncoming car and heading toward his own.

Peter followed him. It was stupid, sure - but he needed to assert himself here. This was his stand, his home - and he was damned if he was going to let some... some asshole trample all over his home like this.

He caught up to Tony quickly, stopping him before he could open the driver’s door. “Why are you such an asshole? The girls are obsessed with you, you clearly have a leg up against everyone else in your group. There’s no reason for you to be acting like this, dude. You’ve been here all of what, a month?”

Tony took a long drag from his cigarette before answering. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Now be a good little closer, and run inside. Finish your shift.” He exhaled the smoke into Peter’s face, getting into his car and driving away without another word.

What a douchebag.

#sorry i just flat out didn't like this #sfsummerbingo21 #starkerfestivalsevents #starker #peter parker/tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #coffee shop au #.mine #i'm so sorry mads #i know i'm a pain in the ass

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mysterystarz · 3 years

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the ceremony:

brides note: here is the ceremony in which you shall witness the shenanigans caused by stealing keijis shoes (it’s a part of my culture that i decided to integrate here!) and witness the vows shared between keiji and i! i want to thank my bridesmaids for providing me things they actually would say as well as admit that i got a bit emotional writing our vows. to whoever reads this, i hope this brings you as much joy as it brought me <3

warnings: absolute fluff and one innuendo that isn’t really explicit but still there

word count: 2.9k (i got a bit carried away but have no regrets)

The morning of Keiji and Nova’s wedding was absolutely gorgeous.

Above the garden estate that served as the venue, clear blue skies and soft white clouds accompanied a gentle breeze that filled the entire venue with a sense of tranquility. The very atmosphere itself was buzzing with anticipation, yet still had an air of serenity as the bride and groom prepared themselves to greet each other at the aisle.

Nova’s dressing room was a hubbub of emotion and excitement as she stared at herself in the mirror, her bridesmaids all surrounding her as she spun around in the dress they had all helped her pick out. It was truly surreal to her.

In an hour’s time, she’d be marrying the man she had loved for so long, the man who had guided her through her best and her worst moments, all while sharing the moment with the people she held so close to her heart.

The very thought made her smile with an accumulation of warm feelings pooling in her chest.

“Keiji is going to cry when he sees you.” Moon stated as they gestured to Nova, “You look beautiful.”

Nova giggled softly as she stared back at herself, “All good tears I hope.”

“No shit!” Natalia remarked, pointing to her dress. “You should see yourself! Hell, even I’m on the verge of tears! Keiji loves you the way you always are, but I bet he will be blown away when he sees you. No joke.”

She felt her smile widen even further as she turned to face her bridesmaids, dress swishing behind her. “I’m so glad to have all of you here today. Really.”

“I’m pretty sure that we’re all glad to be here,” Silla smiled, “I mean, none of us would ever dream of missing your special day. It was about time you two tied the knot.”

“No it really was.” Rach laughed, “Nova has been in love with Keiji for the longest time. She literally finds a way to relate everything back to him. If that’s not a sign to get married, I’m not sure what is!”

They all giggled and relished in the joyous atmosphere before Nova spoke again. “Alright, so how much money do we want to get out of them?”

“How much what?” Moon asked, raising an eyebrow, “Wait…what are we even getting money for?”

Inez chuckled at the side before walking to step near Nova, a black box in hand. “Here they are, as promised.”

“Are you two doing something illegal?” Natalia questioned promptly. “Nova, you know there are other ways to cure nerves!”

“Seriously Natalia,” Nova deadpanned before reverting back to her usual smile. “Anyways, this lovely black box here is Keiji’s shoes that we were able to acquire courtesy of Inez and her amazing stealthy skills. How did you manage to get them in the first place?”

“A magician never shares her secrets.” Inez shrugged, tracing a finger along the seam of the box. “To be completely honest, I expected this from Keiji.”

“So did I,” Nova chuckled as she tucked the shoes under a compartment in the dresser that she used to get ready. “So, I expect that any minute now, we’re going to have our plus ones at the door.”

“What’s the shoe stealing thing for?” Empress chimed in, “Like, what’s the reason for it?”

“It’s a fun wedding tradition we like to do to symbolize the groom’s promise to always take care of the bride and show the generosity of their heart.” Nova grinned mischievously, “Besides, now that we’ve got the shoes, the groomsmen need to come up with something to get it back.”

“Well they’re probably brainstorming,” Maia said. “I’m not sure what they’re thinking, but I think we’ll find out soon enough.”

MEANWHILE:

“So you’re telling me that your shoes are gone?!” Oikawa asked incredulously, “There is no way! I made sure to put them in a safe spot away from them!”

“Well, Inez came to retrieve them and she did,” Keiji chuckled, reminded of their earlier encounter. “She pointed a pistol at me and demanded shoes that I made sure I didn’t know the location of, yet here we are.”

A FEW MINUTES PRIOR:

“Keiji. Shoes or I’ll shoot.” Inez threatened, smiling innocently.

“But I don—“

“Shoes or shoot.”

PRESENT:

“There’s no way!” Atsumu remarked, “A pistol? Ya’ must be joking!”

“I wish.” Keiji smiled, “Nova planned this out better than I anticipated.”

“Akaashi. Your wife to-be and her bridesmaids just accomplished the ONE thing we tried to prevent, and you’re still smiling like a lovesick idiot. You are so whipped.” Kuroo rambled, pacing across the room.

“I am marrying her,” Keiji grinned, “I’ve been ‘whipped’ since we met.”

“You raise the standards for all of us Akaashi!” Oikawa pouted. “But in all seriousness, how do we get them back?”

“We’ll have to go and go to them and figure out where they hid them,” Kuroo explained, leaning on the wall casually. “Once we’ve done that, we have to strike up a deal with them. If it all goes well, we should be able to get Akaashi’s shoes without too much strain on our wallets.”

“Wallets?” Ushijima asked, stepping into the room. “Couldn’t we just politely ask for his shoes back? He’ll need them later.”

“It’s a wedding tradition on Nova’s side of the family,” Oikawa added, glaring at Ushijima. “Anyways, Kuroo, Kita, and Atsumu, come with me. Let’s see if we can try a diplomatic approach first.”

The four of them went to leave when Kuroo suddenly turned around, brandishing his cell-phone in the air. “Akaashi, I know you want to see her, but you’re staying on the phone. Got it?”

Keiji offered a subtle nod in response as the designated gang left the room, sprinting to the other side of the venue in the hopes of getting the groom’s shoes (and to see their plus ones looking hot).

Kuroo threw open the door of the dressing room, only to be greeted with the smug grin of Nova and her lovely bridesmaids.

“I ran as soon as I heard,” Iwaizumi suddenly said, pausing to look at the predicament they were in, “Damn, you all cleaned up nice.”

“You can do better than that Hajime,” Mai teased. “You still look handsome though.”

“Oi, stay on task!” Oikawa directed, surveying the room before looking at Nova. “Ahh, looking good Nova!”

A second later, he was met with Maia’s playful glare as he sputtered and backtracked, trying to defend his honor.

“Ladies,” Kita began, “You all look as dazzling as the stars themselves. However, we require Akaashi’s shoes so we can all witness the lovely union that is to occur soon. May we have a civil discussion about this?”

“How about no?” Rach grinned, turning to Natalia, “And YOU better not go betraying us because your boyfriend is here, you hear me?”

“I would never!” Natalia argued, turning her gaze to Kita, “My marshmallow, can help his team try and negotiate a good deal, but there’s no way I’m letting us get away without something.”

“Can we settle on twenty?” Atsumu began, stepping towards the door, “It’s a fair amount according to me.”

“More!” Moon yelled out, “You’ve got to give us more than that.”

“Yeah!” added Maia, “Let’s settle on five-hundred dollars, shall we?”

Nova high fived Maia and the rest of the bridesmaids as the boys stared at each other in horror.

Five-hundred dollars?! For shoes???

“Empress! Baby, please convince them to lower their rate!” Kuroo shouted in a way that was half-scared and half fond.

Empress merely smiled at this, waving a dismissing hand. “Nice try, but not happening. I say five-hundred sounds good.”

“Ladies,” Oikawa smiled disarmingly, “One hundred. It’s more than generous, and I think Keiji and the rest of us would be more than willing considering how gorgeous you all look.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Tooru,” Inez deadpanned, a laugh escaping her when she saw Oikawa’s crestfallen expression. “One hundred is starting to sound quite nice, but five-hundred sounds better. Isn’t that right guys?”

“You bet.” Tee smirked. “Where’s Omi? I’m sure he’d support our case.”

“I would,” Sakusa shrugged, joining the groomsmen at the doorway, “Lets just give them the money and get back. They’ll use it well anyways.”

“We would!” Angie yelled, glaring at the taller men, “Unload your wallets and you’ll have the shoes!

“Sakusa, you could help us, you know?” Kuroo sighed. “Wait, I’m calling Akaashi.”

Nova giggled at this declaration as the men all huddled in the doorframe, toe-tapping anxiously until Keiji picked up the call at last.

“How much are they asking?” Was the first thing that Keiji asked, a slight note of panic in his voice. “It’s not too outrageous,,,right?”

“How do ya’ feel about five-hundred dollars?!” Atsumu exclaimed, “I’m sure that falls into the outrageous category!”

“Five...hundred?” Keiji whispered, his tone rising in shock. “You’re serious?”

“Completely!” Natalia said into the phone, “I think it’s a fair price and—STOP SMILING LIKE A LOVESICK IDIOT NOVA!”

Sure enough, from the corner of the room, Nova was beaming brighter than she had before, a pure reaction to the sound of Keiji’s voice.

“Nova?” Keiji called out, “Are you over there?”

“Yup,” Nova whispered, stepping to the phone. “Hi Keiji.”

“As cute as this is, we’ve seriously got to get his shoes back.” Iwaizumi announced. “A hundred-twenty-five dollars? Can we all agree on this?”

“I think we can go a little further,” Silla added from the corner, a mischievous smile creeping up her face, “I mean, it is their wedding.”

“Hundred-fifty!” Kuroo yelled, “Please tell me that’s enough!”

“We can go mo–” Natalia had begun before Nova cut her off.

“Two hundred from Keiji’s wallet and yours right now and you’ve got a deal,” Nova smirked. “Three seconds to accept or reject. Three….two….on–”

“IT’S A DEAL!” Oikawa hollered, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Akaashi, are you good?”

“I’ll sacrifice two-hundred if it means I get to see my wife.” Keiji sighed into the call, “Kuroo, you’ve got my wallet. Hand it to them.”

Kuroo hesitantly handed Natalia the wallet before he began rummaging in the drawers for the shoes. “Where did you guys hide the damn shoes?”

“Right here Kuroo,” Kita responded calmly, opening the compartment of the dresser. “It was in quite the basic spot.”

“Alright then,” Atsumu shrugged, “See ya’ soon ya’ hotties.”

With that, the groomsmen sprinted out of the room, brandishing the shoebox that they had fought so hard to get. The whole dressing room was filled with excitement and exhilaration as they stared back at the cash that greeted them.

“Now we can get ice cream.” Inez smiled, “We did good.” “As long as it’s not mint-chocolate chip.” Empress hastily added, “I’m not sure how anybody can tolerate that stuff.”

“I’m not having ice-cream discourse before my wedding!” Nova interjected, twirling around. “Oh my god….wedding. I have to....walk down an aisle...WHAT IF I TRIP?”

“Don’t trip...even though I’m sure Akaashi would appreciate the view of your ass.” Rach laughed.

Nova frowned playfully, although a slight red overtook her cheeks. “You are a gremlin.”

“Then I’m doing my job,” Rach shrugged.

“No, but you’re not going to trip.” Moon assured, “Oh my god, you’re growing so fast! You’re going to be married!”

“You’re not even that much older than me!” Nova argued, although her point was lost on the happy smile on Moon’s face.

“Don’t bite him when you kiss him.” Angie winked, pacing around the room.

“I think I’ll save the biting for later, don’t you think?” Nova replied, eliciting laughs from all her bridesmaids.

“NOVA, save it for the honeymoon.” Natalia scolded, jabbing Nova playfully in the shoulder. “I know you’re looking forward to that.”

“Shut up Natalia!”

They all shared a last laugh before they exited the dressing room, stepping into the lush gardens where in just a few minutes time, Nova and Keiji would unite eternally.

The surrounding gardens brought a certain liveliness to the aisle, with the multicolored flowers adorning the path where they’d finally meet. The skies above them were blue and clear as Keiji waited at the altar, Bokuto as his best man behind him.

They stood in silence as they marvelled at the sheer beauty of it all.

Nova and Keiji were getting married. It was really happening!

Keiji found himself worrying a slight bit, fingers twitching of their own accord as he attempted to calm his nerves. A million things soared through his head, but he knew that half of them was merely his brain panicking.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Nova.

The wedding march played out into the venue, filling the space as her bridesmaids walked down the aisle with their plus-ones at their sides. They clutched their flowers beautifully, offering him congratulatory smiles, standing off to the side as he finally saw the person who had taken his breath away from the minute they had met eyes.

Nova beamed at him from the other side of the aisle as she clutched a bouquet of pastel flowers, smiling all the while as she accompanied her dad to the altar. She walked slowly, but he felt the elegance she had in every step of hers.

Keiji was the epitome of handsomeness from the way he looked standing there. In his tailored suit, he looked practically ethereal, illuminated by the sunlight that hit him at all the right angles. She felt the love for him pool in her chest as she took his hand, calloused and gentle as it always was as she gazed back at him, admiring him for everything that he was. Her vision grew a little blurry from the sheer happiness she felt, but she had never expected similar tears to fall from Keiji’s eyes.

He looked at her and saw radiance in its purest form. She had always been beautiful to him, an enigma of sorts, but nothing could ever rival the way she looked right then.

“You look beautiful,” Keiji whispered, placing a flower delicately behind her ear.

“I think that would be you,” Nova choked out, her smile widening at the small gesture, her hands still intertwined with his.

The officiant offered a pleasant nod to the couple as he began his speech. “We are gathered today to witness the union of Nova and Akaashi Keiji in this fateful union of two souls who love each other, and will promise to always love each other for as long as they breathe. If anyone has any objections, please speak now, or forever hold your peace!”

The guests all offered pure smiles of joy as the officiant nodded gleefully. “You may now begin your vows to each other.”

Nova blushed freely as she stared back at Keiji, full adoration in her gaze. “Keiji, from the minute we met eyes in the library, to where we stand here now, you have always had my heart. You have always been my anchor, supporting me through the toughest times of my life and bringing me through them, hand in hand as you’ve always done. You’ve always been my sunshine, bringing endless brightness upon our shared days, and making me fall even more in love with you as the minutes pass. I never knew life could be a dream until I met you. Today, with all of our loved ones, I chose you to be my husband. I promise to stand by you through everything, and give my everything to you. I vow to inspire you, support you, and cherish you for as long as we live. I promise to be at your side in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. I vow to love you with every inch of me forever, and always.”

Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he regarded Nova with as much love as he could possibly muster in his gaze. “Nova, you’ve captured me, mind, body, and soul from the minute we met. You are my other half, completing me in ways I never knew before I met you. You bring me joy in every way possible, and a sense of peace that I only feel with you. You are my person, my inspiration, and I vow to love you till the end of time. Today, I take you as my wife, and I promise to love you through everything in life. I vow to express my love for you for as long as I breathe. I promise to be your support, and to support you. I promise to love you with every fiber of my being for as long as I live. I vow to treasure you, cherish you, stand by you, inspire you, and to adventure through life with my hand in yours. It is my promise to you, my darling, that my love outnumbers every star in the galaxy, and that I will always love you that way, now and for eternity.”

Nova was crying, the joyful tears streaming down her face as they shakily exchanged the rings on each other’s fingers, a physical manifestation of all they promised to share.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant called out, clapping grandly when Nova and Keiji exchanged a passionate kiss, hugging each other tightly as the applause flooded the gardens,

“I introduce to you, the new Mr. and Mrs. Akaashi Keij!” The officiant added as everyone rose to applaud the new couple.

“Akaashi Nova,” Keiji whispered, placing another peck to his wife’s lips. “I quite like the sound of that.”

“You’ve got forever to hear it, Keiji,” Nova grinned as she placed a kiss on her husband’’s cheek. “We have forever together.”

“That we do,” he smiled, linking their pinkies. “We’ve got that and a whole lot more.”

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ye4gerismarchives · 3 years

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the bachelorette: after the final rose

an: the bachelorette is finally over. writing this was…wow. interacting with my followers was so fun😭 i hope to do so again in the future. do enjoy this and take a look at the poll at the end. my requests will be opening up again! feel free to drop something :)

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The day after your wedding, you and Jean found yourselves in Bora Bora. Once you landed, you and Jean settled down for a moment. Your ideal plan was to unpack, get something to eat at the hotel you were in and probably go to sleep. Jean had different plans in mind. As you unpacked your suitcase, he kept massaging your shoulders. His hands moved down your arms and you didn't protest. Y'all, I don't write smut. Give me a few years and I'll write everything that when down.

Despite getting married on television and the whole world knowing, you and Jean never saw yourself as a married couple. It was more like dating to you guys. There were times he's walked out on you because you were too "emotional" and you've walked out on him because he was too "sensitive". But you always found your way back to each other.

During the week of your first "wedding" anniversary, Jean flew you out to Corfu, Greece. The first six days, he recreated your first "honeymoon" night and on the seventh day, he got on one knee again and asked you to be his wife- for real this time. You immediately said yes and threw yourself at him, toppling him over. You both landed on the restaurant floor but that didn't stop you from kissing him.

Wedding planning didn't take as long and it wasn't as hectic as it was the last time. You and Jean had decided to elope. You decided not to tell anyone, except Mikasa, that the wedding was real this time. Everyone you knew had been under the impression that you were spouses.

The day you went to court, Mikasa had been your only witness. You liked the idea of eloping. It was more intimate. No camera, no scripts. Just you and Jean.

Buying what you call a 'mansion' was not on your bingo card. Before you officially made Jean your husband, you had lived in a penthouse that Levi owned. You thought it was perfect- there was enough space for you and Jean. However, it was time to put your big boy pants on.

The outside of your home looks scary. No, it was a pretty house but this was a HUGE mansion. The inside of your home was very homey, however. There were office spaces for you and Jean- which he loved because he was getting back into law again (he had to quit his job because fans and Yeagerists, Eren's "fandom", had found his place of work and harassed him in some sort of way. Jean works with an elite private firm now), a game room, an inside gym, and a sitting room. Your backyard had a pool, a cabana, a garden, and outside guest quarters.

To be perfectly honest, you both found yourself in your offices. You started your own successful wedding planning business and Jean had his cases. Sometimes you felt like a big home was a waste of time. It's not like you had people to live in it for you.

"Jean, we need to talk."

Jean had just come home from work. It was one in the morning. You were standing in front of him in one of your many bathrobes. Jean walks up to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. "What's up, babe? No hi or anything?"

"I'm afraid that you're not taking care of yourself well enough," you start. "What do you mean, baby?" Jean asks mindlessly as he removes his coat. "Oh, would you stop with the baby thing? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"

Jean looks at you like you hit his mother or something. "I don't think a serious conversation includes you raising your voice at me," he answers. "Excuse me? Your thick head doesn't like to listen to anyone, so we got to yell things into it," you retort. Jean ignores you and makes his way to the kitchen. You're eyes widen- he's never walked away from you before. "Excuse me!” you call after him.

There is no response from Jean, who pulls a white wine from the fridge. "You're not drinking that. Not until you hear me out," you try again. "Well, you could have told me instead of chewing me out about calling you 'baby', y/n," Jean responds. He turns away from you again and starts looking through the cabinets for a wine glass. You take this as an opportunity to take the wine off the island counter and pour it out. Jean's head snaps back once he hears liquids going down the drain. "What the hell is your problem? I can't drink now?!" he snaps.

"I'm worried about you, idiot. You come home late, I never hear you eating, you don't take your double showers and you're always exhausted. You don't think your job is hurting you? I don't even see you anymore. Your job is hurting us!" you cry.

Jean shakes his head and mutters some nonsense under his breath before placing the wine glass he picked on the island counter. He shakes his head as he leaves.

"Are you gonna be like this when the baby is here?" You call out.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you going to be working long hours and act like a jerk when I'm farther along? What about when the baby gets here? At this point, the baby doesn't even have a father."

Jean walks over to you with confusion in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant, Jean," you say with a small chuckle. I've wanted to tell you this whole time but you've been busy and I just got fed up tonight because I miss you."

Jean doesn't say a word. Instead, he undoes your robe and places a hand on your stomach. "We're having a baby? Are you serious? Us? How..."

You could only smile wider. Seeing Jean in awe about your very small bump was an entertaining sight.

"I'll...I'll talk to my b-boss. In fact, I-I'll q-quit my job...yeah! I'll q-quit!" he finally lets out.

"Oh no, don't do that. Just get your hours fixed and if they don't allow that, we'll find a different place, yeah?"

"S-sure," Jean stutters. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to order something? Do you want socks? What do you want?"

"I think I want you to take a bath and for you to sleep, mister," you answer. Jean still in a trance, obeys.

"I can't believe we had two. I was under the impression there was only one."

"At least they'll keep the big room you painted busy."

Jean had one of your newborns sprawled on his bare chest. You cradled the other one in your arms. A little boy and girl. Your daughter, Maia, already had Jean wrapped around her finger. Your son, Marquis, was a little independent, despite being a few days old.

"I can't believe we made them," Jean says. After your emergency C-section, Jean was back into that trance he was in when you first told him you were pregnant. "We should have one more. We have pretty babies."

"Shut up, Jean."

You never thought you'd allow a camera in your sight again. Obviously, there was the paparazzi that hounded you and your children down on the regular. But a camera allowed by you in your home? Never. Until today.

It's been seven years since you met the love of your life. You're thirty now and Jean is thirty-two. The two little menaces in your home are three. Maia and Marquis were just like their father- silly and full of life unless otherwise. But at least they look like you (except the pieces of ash brown in their hair that they picked up from Jean). You were pregnant with another. You hoped that your child would bring you peace but even if they were as colorful as your two, it wouldn't matter to you.

You sat in the family room with Jean and your twins as the camera team prepared their cameras and other equipment. Jean was trying his best to keep your children in one place, as you adjust your hair.

"Ms. y/n, are you ready?" Your interviewer asks. You nod and Jean gives you a nervous look. "Hey, kids...why don't you go into the sitting room. We'll come get you later, yeah?" you say softly. Your twins start to whine but they also start their walk to the sitting room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, I'll count you off now," your cameraman says. You both nod, waiting for the interviewer to start asking you questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, it's such an honor to meet you both. Seven years together...amazing. You've been together for almost a decade now," your interviewer starts.

"It's been interesting but it's been nice getting to know my girlfriend of seven years now," Jean says jokingly. "Oh stop it," you reply teasingly.

"How have you changed since the Bachelorette?"

You take a deep breath and Jean looks down awkwardly. "Well, we've been cautious. Obviously, with our privacy but also with the people we allow in our circle," you answer. "We've been in contact with a few contestants and it's been on and off. We've learned that trust is key...not only in marriage but who we bring into it," Jean says.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is in your life right now? Have you been in contact with your father? What about Levi?"

Jean clinches his fist and you take it in your hand, letting him know you were still here with him. "Well, Bertholdt and Reiner are still one of our biggest friends," you answer. Reiner and Bertholdt had a baby recently, a little girl named Gabi, but you decided not to announce that to protect their privacy. "Mikasa and I are still friends and we're still trying to get used to Eren being in her-our lives." Mikasa and Eren met up again and Mikasa was still head over heels for him. You were uncomfortable (because of his silence when his fans harassed your husband) at first but he was good to her. "The twins absolutely adore Levi and Erwin. They're their grandpas," you finish. You still hadn't answered the question about Jean's father.

"And your father? Mr. Kirstein?"

"My father is not in my life. Please stop asking."

The interviewer purses their lips, now feeling embarrassed. “I apologize, Mr. Kirstein. I’ll ask the next question: what are some obstacles you’ve faced in your relationship?”

“Well, we thought we had communication down. But we didn’t…at least not completely. But we managed,” you say.

“I think our children are proof of it,” Jean suddenly includes.

You glare at him and slap his hand, non verbally telling him to shut up. He only gives you a cheeky smile.

The rest of the questions were about hardships, what turned you both on, and your hopes for the future.

When the interviewer finally announced that the last question was coming up, you couldn’t have been happier.

“What are three things you appreciate about each other?”

You look at Jean and then back at the interviewer. “Er-well…I-“

“I appreciate how serious you get,” Jean interrupts, “ how kind you are and how dedicated you are- especially to your children and your career. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you.”

“Jean-“ your voice cracked. It always seemed like you had power over your husband and he was just your dog but he still knew how to overpower you with his words. “I don’t know what to say…you’re so dedicated to our family. Watching you play with our kids, feed them, and put them to sleep- you just prove that you're the perfect man for this job. I see how you treat your mom and I don’t worry about our children and me being mistreated. And you’re so strong. You lost the person who should have been there for you and your mom but you still worked hard and you found some peace. I love you, Jean Kirstein.

Jean takes your hand and kisses it. “I love you too, y/n l/n.”

The End.

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