#my thought process this chapter: sweet but psycho

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I forgot that you existed : Chapter one

A/N: okay chapter one is here going a little slow with the storyline wanted to add a little bit of details to the lives of the characters. I can guarantee in next chapter our hero will be in full form and not just in flashbacks. Hope you like it. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

 Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realise you are still not done with each other.

 Warnings: none, flashbacks.

 Mini playlist: love story, ME! By Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts

I'm standing there

On a balcony in summer air

 Sounds of giggles and laughter " No! she is my best friend" Harrison exclaimed pulling you by grabbing your left hand towards him "No she is my best friend!" Tom said, pulling your right hand. You couldn't stop giggling as you were stuck between a tug of war between your two best friends who stated that you can only be best friend to any one of them not both. You were only 5 years old then Tom & Harrison both 3 years older than you but you loved hanging out with them.

Your parents shifted from LA to London for their work and coincidentally your house was in the same neighborhood as were of the boys. You all became friends through your mothers when they used to take you to the park when you were toddlers. You were the only girl of the whole boys gang consisting of Tom, Harrison, Harry and Sam and they were very protective about you. You used to boss them around.

 As Haz and Tom were quarrelling over whose best friend you were in the backyard of the Holland's house. Tom out of nowhere declared "if it's that so Y/N is my girlfriend" and gave a gentle peck on your lips, you stood there in shock and soon you started blushing as you covered your face with your hands and ran inside to your mother who was chatting with Nikki.

 You went up to your mom and asked innocently "Mom, Tom said that I'm his girlfriend and gave me a kissy like you give me every night before bed. Is he no more my best friend ?" Both the mothers started laughing as Nikki spoke  “no peanut he will always be your best friend and if you love bugs stay like this forever maybe he can be your husband too."

 You scrunched your face and said "eww!! I will not marry him"

 “why is that so? " your mother asked laughing

 "he always steals my chocolates" you said innocently “no I don't!! Tom said from behind as he entered the house with Haz, “yes you did yesterday only you took it from my bag at school” both of you now started arguing. Nikki and your mom burst into laughter after hearing it. That was the beginning of your love story.

 Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say "Yes"

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You loved to listen to songs as it helps to release your stress and this song of yours was very dear to you as it reminded you of some sweet memories. You were scrolling through the photographs that you had taken back when you were living in London together with the boys as you thought about that whole incident, your actual first kiss, you smiled and shook your head at the realization that you both had disappointed your mothers.

 You finally dialled Harrison's number he picked up instantly

 "Hey Y/N!"

 "Hello.. this is 911 what is your emergency?" You chuckled

 "You will never change will ya?"

 "That was the plan actually to never change"

 "Talking to you after a long time man missed your voice so much"

 "Me too Haz.. So how's everything going there?"

 "Yeah everything is fine here just wrapped up my new film."

 "Great!! How are the boys, Nikki and Dom?"

 "They are all fine. Harry is busy with his new film's plot, Sam as usual experimenting with new dishes."

 "An.. and how's he?" You hesitatedly asked

 "He's good too wrapped up Avengers 5 will be returning home tomorrow.

By the way congratulations for the success of your new album to be honest it's a badass album the lyrics are dope."

 You giggled.. "Thanks Haz"

 "So now are you free or still have any upcoming projects?"

 "I can never be free Haz I m always working, always thinking of lyrics for my next song. Leave all that, what was the emergency that you said to call so urgently?"

 "Ummm.. Y/N I want something from you."

"Anything for you Haz"

 "You have to promise me first Y/N that whatever I say you have to say yes"

 "When have I ever said you no anyways just tell me"

 "No! Y/N first promise me"

 "Uggh Okay Haz I promise now spit it out. Sometimes you really act childish." you rolled your eyes.

"I want you to come back home I mean back here at London I have planned a 10 days trip to Cornwall at my beach house which we all used to go every summer when we were kids it's a sort of reunion for the whole gang I have invited Z and Jacob too"

 "Haz you know I only go on Christmas every year to spend time with you guys because that is when I m free. And I'm pretty busy this month. I have a recording to be done next week for my upcoming single."

 "Y/N you promised you will not refuse me. I just want a little time from your busy life.”

 "But Haz…"

 "And also I'm gonna celebrate my 30th birthday there, your man is getting old love."

 "Umm... I don't know what to say Haz I'm confused"

 "If you're thinking about him I can assure you there will be no problem besides he is not single anymore so why worry?"

 That is the problem Haz you said in your mind.

 "Umm okay I'll give it a thought and let you know after confirming the availability of dates." You ended the call and fell back on your bed, your hands and legs spreading across the bed  like a starfish. You face palmed and groaned.

 You went into a deep thought, your brain still processing the whole conversation you had with Harrison. After a few minutes you heard your phone buzzing and you smiled as you looked to see who was calling. It was Zendaya, face timing you. You had seriously wished to talk to someone right now. You have very few close friends in the industry and Zendaya was one of them. You collaborated with her for your bad blood music video and you guys clicked instantly from that day you became really close. She was your 3am BFF and you both knew each other's darkest secrets. You picked up the call.

 "So Haz called you up didn't he?"

 "Bingo!! So what are you thinking?" Zendaya laughed

 "I don't know Z. I just feel scared. I know I have met him a couple of times during my Christmas visits after everything happened  but that was just a one day thing and this whole 10 day trip is freaking me out. I also don't want to disappoint Haz. I missed all of his birthdays for the past few years on purpose just to avoid Tom."

 " You are just over thinking babe everything will be fine and I will be there to cheer up your emotional ass. Besides as much as I know Tom is very chilled out he will not bother you."

 " I don't think so. He has a very cold attitude towards me even now whenever I go back home. "

 After you moved to NY you almost begged your parents to move here and stay with you but they were adamant of staying in London so once in a year you used to visit your family and friends during Christmas. The Christmas Dinner was always hosted by the Holland's after your break up you always panicked to go to their house. The first year when you went. The boys, Nikki, Dom welcomed you as if nothing had happened; they hugged you with joy. But when you went to give Tom a hug he just backed off and out of formality gave you a shoulder hug and you got your hint to stay away. He even brought his new girlfriend for the dinner which you thought he did on purpose to make you jealous or hurt you. And you were actually hurt at the thought that he really moved on so quickly. So you avoided family gatherings to prevent such awkward situations.

  "Babe your life doesn’t revolve around Tom he was a part of your life which is over. Start living your life. And we are in our early 30’s and still single don’t wanna die like that do you ??. Even if you want you can have your sweet little revenge by showing off that hot body on the beach and show that asshole what he missed." Z smirked.

 You quirked your eyebrows “So you're telling me to be a bitchy ex who doesn’t want to see her ex boyfriend happy”

 " Nooo!!! I didn’t mean that just show him how happy you are, that you are one of a kind, he will never find anyone like you in his life. We are gonna have a blast honey and you are coming so start packing."

 You had to finally give in with a deep sigh you said .."okay Z I ll go but if I jump off the cliff after all the mental stress I'm going to get in those 10 days you and Haz will be responsible for it." you laughed.

"Oh we won't want that. Besides you have handled more stressful moments than this you will be fine dramaqueen." Zendaya said.

 You talked to Alex about the whole trip to sort out the dates. He was a little sceptical at first about the whole reunion with ex trip , but he believed in you and gave you a nod for the trip. You informed the good news to Haz of your approval to the whole trip. Before you could leave for your unplanned vacation you had to finish recording and shooting for your new upcoming single featuring Breidon Urie.

 "I promise that you'll never find another like me

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

And you're the kind of guy the ladies want

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

I know that I went psycho on the phone

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

(And there's a lot of cool chicks out there)

But one of these things is not like the others

Like a rainbow with all of the colors

Baby doll, when it comes to a lover

I promise that you'll never find another like

Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm the only one of me

Baby, that's the fun of me

Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You're the only one of you

Baby, that's the fun of you

And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e"..............

 The song was soon officially released by the music company and the audience loved it and your work was done for the moment and now you could focus on the trip. All of a sudden you were really feeling excited about the whole thing. You and Z were constantly texting each other to plan about the journey.

 The day arrived and you met Z at the airport. "So ready for the battle?" she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and laughed "going on a battle would have been much easier compared to this I guess" but in your mind you were confident. Yes you had finally decided that you're ready to face Tom Holland to show him that you have also moved on. And to show him that he'll never find another like you.

 The nine hour flight was uneventful as both you and Z slept most of the time which proved that you both were in dire need of a vacation away from your hectic glamorous lives.

 It was around 5 ‘o’ clock in the morning in London when your plane landed. Both of you collected your check in luggages. Check out was hassle free as it was early morning with few people around and nobody recognised you as both of you were in your hoodies. As you came out of the exit door you started to look amongst the crowd and finally you saw those familiar icy blue eyes approaching towards you.

 “Ah!! Finally the star arrived” Harrison hugged you tight

“And all credit goes to you Z because our star has stopped listening to her best friend may be got someone else to replace me” he hugged zendaya and started laughing

“getting rid of you has been one of the failures of my life" you pouted

 "Ouch!" Harrison dramatically placed his hands on his chest as if hurt.

 "No one can ever replace you from my life you idiot" you lightly punched his arm.

 Harrison chuckled and said with a fake French accent "I m your chauffeur for the day, madame your car awaits at the parking lot."

 After you three put all your luggages in the car. Z and you sat at the back seat and Harrison sat on the driver's seat as he started the car. It was an approximate four hour ride to his beach house.

 " You know Haz I really missed the summer in London so glad I said yes to your plan."

 "The only thing I liked about London when I came for Spiderman:FFH shoot is the Harry Potter museum" Zendaya declared

 You noticed Harrison looked a little off today so you asked "you look a little bit stressed out Haz what's the matter bud?"

 "How do you read my mind so easily?" Harrison sighed.

 "I'm your best friend dumbo now tell me what is the thing that is bothering you so much?" you said with concern in your voice.

 "Okay I need to say you something, just don't be mad Tom will be bringing his fiancee too at the beach house. But don't worry everything will be fine I promise."

 Your face went expression less as you looked at Harrison then to Zendaya. You were starting to panic from inside. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes as you leaned on Zendaya's shoulder. She rubbed your shoulder to comfort you as you thought in your mind "what a great start to this cursed trip."

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As the Blue Spirit Howls

Zuko was not a good shifter.

Azula could switch between her wolf and human skins between steps. Not Zuko, he needed several minutes before he even started the shift, and that was on a good day. If it had been Azula who Animal Control found in that alley, they would have walked away convinced that their eyes had played a trick on them. There had never been a dog there.

But Zuko's long transformation would have only revealed his kind to the world. Father may think he has no honor, but he wouldn't stoop so low as that. Even if that meant being dumped in animal shelter, trapped as much by the 24/7 security cameras as by the cage bars.

He had the worst luck. -

"Come on guys!" Aang said as he lead his friends through the clamoring barks of the shelter. "I want to show you my favorite dog! He's a sweetheart."

Aang lead the pair to where a monstrous beast of a dog was growling with raspy barks loud enough to drown out the rest of the shelter. His bright white teeth contrasted against golden eyes and a bright red scar that stretched over the side of his face as he lunged against the cage door.

Sokka laughed nervously. "Did the word 'sweetheart' change meaning when I wasn't looking?"

Chapter 2

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“Come on guys, I want to show you my favorite dog! He’s a real sweetheart.” Aang said excitedly, voice raised to be heard over the loud barking that filled the air. Katara and Sokka followed behind, Katara looking around and coo-ing at the animals as Sokka frantically took ‘artistic’ pictures and boomerangs to post to his Instagram. The eldest of their group was proud to boast a couple hundred thousand followers. He had deleted comments, and his friends hadn’t had the heart to tell him that 99.9% of those followers thought that it was a parody site making fun of ‘artsy’ Instagram accounts. The .1% was the two of them.

“I think it’s great that you’re doing this Aang, this seems like the perfect place for you.”

The younger boy grinned with a blush as he accepted the praise. “Thanks! I just really wanted a place where I could help out!”

“And play with cute animals.” Sokka said with a snort.

“That helped.” Aang admitted, dragging them along to one of the back corners of the shelter, the section with less cute puppies wagging their tails and squirming, and more hardened looking dogs who watched them warily with low rumbling growls or furious barking. He of course, lead them to a cage where the dog was doing both.

It was a huge beast, a husky mix likely, though it was hard to tell. It looked like the dog had been shaved bare recently, though inexplicitly it’s fluffy black tail hadn’t been touched. The light smatterings of bristly fur that was starting to grow in on the rest of him did nothing to cover the smattering of scars that littered a body just this side of starvation. It certainly didn’t hide huge burn that stretched fully across one side of the dog’s face. It covered his squinting gold eye completely, touched a bit of his snout then wrapped around his head to completely mangle one formerly-pointed ear.

The dog’s face was a mess of color, from the pink skin, the black fur trying valiantly to grow in, gold eyes, bright red burn, and the bold white teeth that were stark against his lips as the dog maintained a constant warning growl. The growl only got louder as they neared, until it morphed into the loudest, most grating barks that the sibling had ever heard. Still, Aang continued forward as the monstrous dog started snapping, pacing, and lunging against the kennel wall.

Huge black-padded paws sent the kennel doors bulging as the dog snarled and threatened, his raspy barks drowning out the others in the shelter. Huge teeth snapped, and only the bars of the cage separated them from the children’s faces as the dog stood on long legs. Its tail lay inert between its legs, moving with the furious lunges of his body but not in any way that even remotely hinted at a ‘wag’.

“Uh, did the meaning of the word ‘sweetheart’ change when I wasn’t looking?” Sokka asked as Aang moved towards the cage latch. Aang simply grinned at him and slipped into the kennel.

“Wait!” Cried Katara frantically, obviously not expecting the boy to actually go in. She looked around in panic for a staff member who could stop her friend from being mauled by the beast.

However, the dog had backed away from the door as Aang opened it, and while his growls and ear-splitting barks did not cease, he was no longer lunging but pacing back and forth along the back of the kennel. Aang sat crossed legged on the cage floor and scooted forward until the dog had no more room to pace and it lay down with a huff. The growls and barks continued, but it did nothing more as Aang started freely petting its short, bristly fur. “His name is Blue Spirit, or Spirit for short. They found him in the alley behind the Blue Spirt bar. We’re pretty sure he was abused.”

“Duh.” Sokka muttered, but Katara jabbed at him with her elbow.

Aang continued, seeming to barely notice the interruption. “They even sent some officers to the bar, but no one would confess to recognizing him or his owner. I know he looks pretty scary, but he’s actually really sweet.”

The dog snarled, and let out a sharp bark, as if protesting the characterization. Aang immediately cooed and scratched his back harder. “Yeah, youse a sweetheart, yes youse are.”

The dog growled again, but didn’t so much as snap. Instead, he seemed to be leaning into Aang’s touch more and more. Katara cocked her head before moving to go into the cage as well.

“Wait!” Sokka protested. “He was psycho like 2 seconds ago, I don’t think this is a good- no of course you don’t listen to me. Why would you listen to me?”

The girl slipped into the cage and shut it carefully behind her. The dog eyed her warily, but didn’t even bother to growl at her like he had with Aang. Instead, it huffed out an irritated sound and looked away.

“See!” Aang beamed as she hesitantly knelt beside him. Katara offered her hand for him to sniff, which the dog did exactly twice before looking away with another huff. “He can tell if you’re nervous and isn’t so loud. He’s actually loudest once he starts to trust you. It’s kinda cute.”

The dog jumped to its feet, barking loudly into Aang’s face as though in protest. Sokka let out a bark of laughter and finally entered the, now cramped, cage as well. “Don’t worry boy, you aren’t cute. You’re big, tough, and scawwy, right buddy?”

Blue Spirit growled at Sokka, making him yelp, but the older teen didn’t move from his spot in the cage. With a calculating glance at his friend and sister, Sokka pat the dog on the head twice, as which point Spirit seemed to realize that no one was really intimidated by him anymore and turned to attack one of the rawhides in the cage. The dog brandished the toy at them when he tore off a chunk as though to prove that his teeth were powerful and to be feared. The group simply cooed at him and resumed petting.

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Zuko huffed and dropped the rawhide, collapsing with his head on his paws. This kind of stuff never happened to Azula.

“You should see him when little kids come in.” Aang continued babbling.

Of course, Azula was a much, much better shifter than him. A prodigy. Just thinking the words left a bad taste in his mouth. That may have been the disgusting dog food he’d been forced to consume for the past month.

“They don’t usually come back this far, but if they do then he doesn’t do anything. Just lays down calmly in the back like a good boy, no barking, no growling.”

Zuko was not a good shifter. He just didn’t have good control over his shift.

“And I swear he glares the ones that do scare the kids into submission. I saw a toddler pull his tail once and he didn’t even flinch.”

That wasn’t to say that he shifted unexpectedly like the movies portrayed it. That wasn’t the issue, that had never been his issue. His problem had always been the opposite. He was great at maintaining the shift, both as human and wolf, but transitioning between the two? That was harder.

“That’s really sweet.” The girl replied.

He growled again in rote protest against Aang’s favorite descriptor for him, but the new boy had just found that spot behind his good ear and he was too busy pressing into that hand to argue any more.

The shift that took his family seconds would take him several minutes of intense concentration. The more emotional he was, the longer it took. It had been taking a lot of time lately.

“Okay, fine, he’s growing on me.” The strange boy said, obligingly digging into that spot even harder. The girl was running her hands over his back, and Aang was carefully looking at his paws in a way Zuko knew was an actual vet’s trick. He wondered idly if that was what the boy was interested in doing. Volunteering in a shelter would be a good move if he was.

If Azula had been woken up in that alley by animal control (Azula would never have fallen asleep in an alley. He wasn’t sure what she would have done if she’d been kicked out and disowned and was half-starved and homeless, but it wouldn’t have involved sleeping in a dirty alley after licking disgusting drying beer off the ground in attempt to get any moisture into her parched body) she would have just shifted, yelled and threatened, and they would have walked away embarrassed that they had mistaken a girl for an animal, convinced it was a trick of their minds.

“I knew he would.” Aang said proudly. When had his tail started wagging? Why couldn’t either of his forms be good at lying? “Just don’t get too close to his face, especially the part with the…”

But not Zuko. By the time he had the been able to fight through the exhaustion, hunger, and blurriness from his reluctant drink to even start the process of shifting, they had already forced him into a cage in the fan and were slipping that stupid hoop-stick thing off of him so that they could close the door. He’d been so distracted on trying to shift that he hadn’t fought properly to escape.

A stupid mistake.

One of many.

“I can’t believe someone could do that.” Katara said softly. “Especially to a dog as sweet as this.”

He hadn’t been a dog at the time. He’d taken the form of a loyal son. That had been another mistake. He once thought it was a mistake he could fix. He’d given that up the night in the alley. Now he could only hope that this mistake wouldn’t be as permanent.

“Well, that’s the thing… you see-“

“Aang, we cannot get a dog.” The girl protested and Zuko blinked. They were getting a dog? Oh, right. “You know what Officer Fong would say about pets.”

Zuko’s brows furrowed. Fong… he knew that name. That was one of the officers who placed people into witness protection. More specifically, he was the officer who had organized the concealment of a witness known by the codename Avatar. The witness who supposedly held the key to ruining Father’s entire livelihood.

“We have Appa! And Momo!”

The witness who Zuko had been relentlessly hunting since the day that Father disowned him.

“We have Appa because he’s a licensed, therapist prescribed therapy dog to help your trauma and keep you from accidentally karate chopping people.” The boy said bluntly. “We have Momo because you can sneak him around in your pocket when they move us.”

The witness whose capture was supposed to ensure that Zuko could return to his home, to his family.

“It’s not karate, its-“

The witness who he had given up searching for when yet another dead end left him with an empty stomach, and a tiredness that allowed him to finally give up on the insane dream that Father still cared for him at all.

“Aang, if I have to listen to your list of martial arts that you’re magically good at one more time, I’m going to fall asleep on the dog.”

Zuko would have growled at that, but his mind was moving to quickly, his heart feeling like it was exploding in his chest. It couldn’t be. Avatar was supposed to be a hardened gangster, or a skilled hacker, or shrewd fixer, or… not a kid. He wasn’t supposed to be some kid.

Aang pouted. “We aren’t supposed to have social media either, Sokka.”

Maybe it wasn’t. Fong had to have several cases, right? (Never mind that Avatar was supposed to have two companions, not eyewitnesses but people he had told everything. Codenames Boomerang and Bender)

“I can’t disappoint my fans Aang. Besides, no one knows it’s me. There are no faces, no names, no comments, I don’t even tag our locations.”

Zuko had to know. Fong was good. It was hard to get any information on Avatar, but Zuko was able to get a few tidbits here and there. The pertinent one: he was supposed to have tattoos. Supposedly he had blue arrows on his head and hands.

The girl sighed loudly. “Not this argument again.”

He had hair covering any head tattoos, and Zuko didn’t see anything on his hands, but he had to be sure.

“Great, then we can go onto a new argument. So, Appa is great but he’s more my dog than anything because I have to take him like, everywhere. You guys deserve a pet too and Spirit is- uh. Spirit?”

Zuko had risen to a sitting position and met Aang’s eyes before leaning over and very deliberately licking a large swath down the boy’s wrist. His tongue came away covered in a bitter tasting powder that sat thick and heavy.

“Did you guys see that?” Aang asked, voice raspy in awe. “He’s never done that before, with anyone. It’s a sign!”

“Awww.”

“Aang. That does not change anything.”

“But Katara-“

They were arguing, but the words were rushing around Zuko, lost in the blood rushing in his ears as he stared at the small wrist, and the pointed tip of a tattoo that he had revealed.

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Klaroline Fic Rec - Day Seven

Klaroline Fic Rec Event 2020 - Day 7: Free For All Title: The Birth and Death of the Day  Author: @little-miss-sunny-daisy Summary:  AU. The Forbes-Winchester family takes on the Apocalypse. Warnings: Angst that will make you weep like a angel. Some NSFW scenes that will have you heading for a cold shower. Status: READ MY LIPS: COMPLETE!!!

Why you should read it:

I have lost count of how many posts I've made about this fic before, and I swore to myself that I would only rec stories that I hadn't previously written about, but seeing as this one has been gloriously COMPLETED, I think I have to.

When I started reading The Birth and Death of the Day, it was sitting on a six years hiatus. I did not expect to ever see it being completed, and that was FINE, because I had such a great time reading it that I was just happy to have found it. Guys... You don't know the emotions I felt reading the final two chapters! SUCH MIXED FEELINGS! I was so happy to see that <i>The End</i> there, but so sad to say goodbye (spoiler: THERE WILL BE SEQUELS! 🙌).

Birth (I can call it Birth, right? Me and this fic, we're like close friends now) is SUCH a wild journey. I came for the Klaroline factor, I stayed fo SO much more. In the end, even though the KC here is delicious, this isn't a KC fic. It's a story about Caroline, first and foremost. And it's an incredible to ride to be with her on it as she goes through so many transformations, figuring herself out through family bonds, tragedy, friendship and - yes, insane amounts of mind-blowing sex with my boy Klausy.

You absolutely do not need to have watched or even understand a single thing about Supernatural in order to read this. I didn't. I know the main characters' faces and that's pretty much it. What @little-miss-sunny-daisy does here in building up this world where Supernatural and TVD clash is BRILLIANT. I found myself caring deeply for characters that were one notch beyond OCs. Caroline's relationship with her big brothers is so sweet and so heartwarming. Sam and Dean are completely different, but both of them are fantastic on their roles as protective big step-bros. And Dean! Holy crap! Final chapters!Dean is like MY FAVORITE! I was SCREAMING with certain scenes and certain conversations here. I cannot sing enough praise to how much I loved all this. Also kudos to Castiel and Gabriel! lol Every time they showed it was guaranteed awesomeness. 👌

I cannot put into words how much I love Caroline here. She is every bit the Caroline I love and worship in my heart (but that canon unfortunately tore apart after season 5). She is strong and brave and very much her own, independent person, but not without her vulnerabilities and insecurities, which is inherent to someone her age. ALSO! This story has a fantastic depiction of female friendship between Caroline, Bonnie and Elena which I love TO BITS! 💜💜

And Klaus. HOLY MOTHER OF SWEET BABY JESUS, Klaus. He's a psycho, he's dangerous, he's short-fused, he's unpredictable. He's the Original Hybrid and you should FEAR him. He blows up and SHIT HAPPENS. But he's so, so soft for Caroline and there are some moments here that legit had me SWOONING and if this is not how Klaus is absolutely MEANT TO BE then I REFUTE IT! The final chapters have some RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING moments of Klausy losing his shit, which is, honestly, all that I'm here for.

@little-miss-sunny-daisy does a brilliant job of addressing trauma and grief and loss here. There are lots of angsty moments, but they are powerful, they pack a real punch and the process of healing is so thoughtful and so delicate. I love that things aren't just brushed away like breadcrumbs and suddenly everyone is moving on. Some of my favorites moments were precisely thos hurt/comfort bits that had characters addressing their pain and seeking refuge.

Other than that, it's beautiful, poetic and powerful writing, with amazing dialogue, full of banter and wittiness and perfect character voices, and absolutely delicious interactions in a well-crafted plotty AU world full of angels and devils and demons (not to mention vampires and hybrids). It's one of the best ever universes I've read and I am a total fan. This story is one of by absolute all-time favorites and I just know that I will be coming back to read it again over and over. @little-miss-sunny-daisy has the kind of talent for writing that makes you inspired. It's brilliant.

Thank you so much for finishing this! 💜💜 We owe you forever!

#KCFicRecEvent #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fic #klaroline fic rec #Day Seven - Free

[katyatalks]

Spoon.2di April 2018 - ONE’s Interview

Here's the translation of ONE's interview from vol 36 of Spøøn.2di (April 2018), released in promotion of MP100 Season 2, announcement of which happened at the end of the Reigen OVA! Short and sweet and contains some pretty nice stuff about how MP100 helped to shape ONE as a person.

Q: At this event, “Mob Psycho 100 Reigen: The Miraculous Unknown Psychic” was shown - the OVA which stars Reigen as the main character. Could you tell us your thoughts on it? A: The director and all the rest of the staff worked with such soul and brilliance. It was made with love - the way the characters were presented and the production of the whole thing was clearly done with the joy of fans in mind.

Q: The Mob Psycho 100 manga finally reached its conclusion in December 2017. ONE-san, looking back at its run of five and a half years, could you tell us any scenes that were fun to depict, which scenes were more difficult, or any parts that you feel emotionally attached to? A: Though moving the characters from A to B was fun, throughout the story there are many scenes in which the main character Mob is brought to a standstill by some kind of a hardship - and naturally, he can’t move from A to B unless those hardships are overcome. I found I took a lot of care in thinking about each problem, and how they’d be resolved. Looking back on the characters now, they’re all constantly deep in thought dealing with some pretty bewildering things. As in, it’s not good to be troubled by one hardship over and over, so they’d solve that one hardship... and then another would come up.

Q: At a glimpse, Mob Psycho 100 seems to be a piece of media that has a strong fantasy element to it, given that Mob, the main character, is a psychic. However, pivoting around the growth of Mob and Reigen as individuals, the story deals with problems and hardships that many people can relate to, and additionally, I think many people were struck by the way characters like Mob and Reigen are direct with expressing their thoughts and feelings regarding these problems and hardships. What did you pay attention to and what was important to you when you were writing the story of Mob Psycho 100? A: The story and its setting may have elements of fantasy in them, but I find that if the thoughts and feelings of characters are fantastical as well it makes it difficult to empathise with them, and as a result it’s hard to get people invested. So I thought that I’d have the characters go through problems and hardships that are rather universal, and readers would be able to watch over the process of how each character overcomes what they’re faced with. Regarding what I paid attention to, it would’ve been ‘human kindness’, much like Reigen mentions. That’d be the thing on my mind when writing dialogue and so on.

[TN: ONE is making reference to Reigen’s “The power behind one’s charm is (human) kindness”]

Q: Now that you’ve finished writing Mob Psycho 100, could you tell us how you feel about it? A: MP100 is a story that taught me a lot. I gained the knowledge of a great number of things that I wouldn’t have been able to without the experience of writing it, such as the intensity of working as a manga artist and just how much help the support from readers can be. Also, through the way I wrote the relationships between our protagonist and his friends, I ended up paying close attention to the ways we can stop our human bonds from breaking entirely, fraying, becoming distorted, withering away... MP100 made me aware of different ways of thinking and viewpoints that I hadn’t ever considered before. I think once in a while it’ll be fun to reread the story and recall it all.

Q: Any final words you’d like to say to all the fans of Mob Psycho 100 out there? A: To all readers of the MP100 manga who supported it right up until the final chapter; thank you so much. And with all the support from fans who found MP100 through the anime, and the delight of receiving a second season... I’m lost in a dreamy state of mind right now. If you’re wondering how certain scenes are going to look when they’re animated, just know I’m right there with you, eager to find out as well. Let’s look forward to it! (Twitter)

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Spoon 2di vol36 April 2018 links (interviews in the order they are presented);

Itou Setsuo’s [Mob] interview here.

Sakurai Takahiro’s [Reigen] interview here.

Seko Hiroshi’s [Series Co-ordinator] interview here.

Kameda Yoshimichi’s [Character Designer] interview here.

Tachikawa Yuzuru’s [Director] interview here.

ONE’s [Original Manga Writer] interview here.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #kageyama shigeo #ONE #my stuff #spoon 2di interviews #4 more to go

[incorrect-spiderson]

The Shoes We Fill

Chapter 1: Drifting

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If you had asked Peter a year ago where he would be today, he might’ve said something along the lines of dead in an alley. Or maybe, on a lighter note, hanging out with the AcaDeca team and MJ. Or leading the Avengers! He certainly would not have said floating aimlessly in space.

They’ve been on the Milano for a little over six days... probably. Time is a weird concept. Especially when you have nothing but the never-ending black abyss out the window and an angry blue woman to keep you company. Though, when it comes to sleep, Peter knows the exact amount he’s gotten.

None.

He's tried, honestly! But his brain seems to have decided that sleep is no longer an option. Trauma can do that to someone. Peter thinks he should be used to it by now. What with losing his parents, Uncle Ben, and now… he should be used to it.

But he isn’t. He isn’t used to the nights that end with him screaming himself awake in a fit of tears. He isn’t used to Nebula shaking him from his daze. He isn’t used to the half an hour of shaking and sobbing with nobody to familiar to cling to. He isn’t used to the agonizing pain that takes over his body when his senses overload after crying.

He isn’t used to anything anymore.

The nightmares never change. They always begin on Titan. Always.

Tony always appears in front of him, then crumbles to dust as Peter clings to him. Because he can’t lose him too. He won’t. But then Tony is gone, and Peter has to scramble to keep his ment- his father’s ashes from blowing away. Just as Peter gathers them all to mourn, he’s gone.

Then somehow he’s back on Earth, outside of his and May’s apartment. As soon as he opens the door he kicks over a pile of dust. He kicks over his aunt. His Aunt May, the strong and beautiful woman that raised him when the world seemed determined to end them, reduced to a pile of ash on the carpet.

And, of course, just before he startles awake, Ben shows up. Never in his life had Peter ever seen Ben scream at someone. Now he sees it every night. He reminds Peter of what a disappointment he is. How Tony should be alive. How Peter should be dead. How it was Peter’s fault for not getting the gauntlet from Thanos.

Then, without fail, he wakes up and cries with the blue space assassin woman until he falls back into unconsciousness. Then it starts all over again.

Nebua, for being a space assassin, isn't nearly as scary as she says she is. She's helped him through his nightmares, cleaned up his wounds, and has always given him the better rations. Alternatively, he's tried helping her feel… alive. Less machine, more… being? It was obviously hard at first. She would instantly close herself off and move away from him. Telling him to “mind your own business, unless you like being headless”.

So, you might ask, how has a sixteen-year-old mutant earthling managed to humanize one of the most dangerous women in the entire galaxy? The answer is simple: Paper Football.

"Wraa!!" Nebula growls, her metal hand curling into a fist. Her other hand grips her water glass until it groans under the pressure.

Peter, who’s spider sense had spiked, smiles lightly and picks up the small paper triangle. "It's cool Ms. Nebula! This game is kind of hard. My friend Ned and I play this aaaall the time when we get bored. So I'm basically, like, an expert." He hands her the paper football again and positions his fingers in the shape of a field goal.

Nebula flicks the paper, but it veers to the right. She shows nearly no weakness, but folds and nervously bites her lip. Peter can see she’s expecting… something. Punishment? Probably. Honestly he isn’t too surprised, unfortunately, considering who her dad is. "I would like to try again." She mumbles.

Peter smiles a little wider and picks up the paper triangle. He quickly fixes one of the corners then hands it back to her. "Yeah go ahead!"

Nebula takes it, she nervously eyes Peter but quickly buries her nervousness. A new determination grows and she flicks it. It sails through the finger goal, and Peter could swear that her eyes grew 3x bigger. He lets out a surprised laugh and leans back with his arms up. "Oh my Thor! Ms. Nebula you won!"

It takes a second for her to process it, but once Nebula realizes what he’s said her mouth twitches up into a near smile. Though she never does smile, Peter can tell how happy she is when she finally lets out a breath. "This was… fun."

Peter rests his elbows on the table and moves his hands around excitedly as he speaks. "Yeah, it's really good to help pass the time! I’ve never played with someone as good as you! And I’ve played this, like, a whole bunch. Mr. Stark and I…” Peter pauses. The black pit in his chest suddenly grows larger, “We uhm.. used to play it. A lot."

Both of their smiles fade as the weight of Peter’s words set in. They sit in an awkward silence, each finding something else to look at, before Peter speaks up again. "Ms. Nebula… how long do you think we'll be here?"

Nebula shuts her eyes, refusing to look at him, and breathes sharply out her nose. "Do not call me Ms. Nebula. Also…” She sighs “ I am not sure. The fuel is running out, fast. One of the processors is acting up and… food is getting low."

Peter nods solemnly and turns to the window. Basically, they have two options. Either shoot straight to earth in a shitty ship and hope they don't die. Or go to the nearest planet and hope the aliens there aren't hostile. So, in all reality, they’re doomed. He runs his fingers through his curls and sighs. ‘Oh Thor, I so need a shower.’

He looks down at his web-shooters. He presses a small button and a little web-cartridge pops out. Peter puts a hand over his mouth and tries to hold back his tears. The ashes in the cartridge spin as he turns it in his fingers.'What would Mr. Stark do?'

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If you had asked Peter three days ago where he would be today he probably would have said dying. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t have been wrong.

Peter winces as he shifts against the wall. He takes a deep, bone rattling breath, and shuts his eyes. Never in a million years had he thought this is how he would go. He knew being Spiderman would most likely catch up to him someday. He’d bleed out in an alley or be kidnapped by some psycho. Which, now that he thinks about it, is pretty gruesome. Though, slowly fading out billions of miles from home in a spaceship with a blue robot woman isn’t much better. It sounds like something straight out of Star Wars. Ned would be so jealous.

Well, not of Peter dying. That’s kind of an issue. A big issue.

Though, he can’t say it was unexpected. Both he and Nebula knew he might not make it to Earth. When Nebula finally announced that the fuel had run out, as well as the food, he knew he was screwed. But now, as they float aimlessly through space, all he can think about is May.

He never did give her a proper goodbye all those days (weeks?) ago. If only he could hug her again, and smell her sweet honey scent, and tell her he loves her over and over until he passes out from lack of oxygen. And he will, as soon as they get home. If she’s even still around. If Peter even makes it that long. Suddenly, he gets an idea.

Peter drags his tongue across his cracked lips and gives a small sigh, then activates his nanite mask. He hasn’t activated it since… well, it’s been a while. So, as he focuses on the nanites forming over his face, it’s slightly startling when Karen speaks. “Hello Peter. Your vitals seem extremely low. Shall I engage in Tattletale Protocol?”

Peter bites his upper lip. There’s no tears to hold back anymore, so he can’t cry no matter how much he wants to. He’s been in so much agony that he doesn’t even remember when the tears just stopped flowing.

Ever since the shut down, every fiber in his bones had throbbed from malnutrition and hunger. Now his skin hangs limp where once youthful and strong muscles had been. Peter knows his healing can do nothing to help either. If anything, it’s making it worse. Though, with every stabbing pain, he’s reminded that the hole in his heart where he’d held Mr. Stark aches even more.

“No Karen,” he rattles out another shaky breath then continues, “I- I don’t think Mr. Stark will be able to ah… to answer right now. You know what would be really… really awesome though?”

The A.I. is silent for a moment then, in a somehow more solemn tone, “I can do anything you wish Peter. Please proceed.”

“Could you.. Could you please start a voice recording?”

“Of course Peter.” I takes a second, then a small flashing light appears in the array of holograms in front of his eyes. Peter licks his lips again and rests his head back against the wall.

“You may begin Peter.”

“Oh uhm.. okay... Hey May. I know you ah- you’re most likely searching the world for me right now. Making sure I’m not… you know.. gone. Well, I mean, that’s as long as you’re still around I guess. If you find this then, um, just know that I love you. So much. And uhm.. Please tell Ned that I love him too… he- he’s my best friend and I wouldn’t be here without him. I love you both so.. So much. More than anything. Oh! And MJ too. I never got to tell her to her face but… I love her too. Anyways… I guess this is goodbye.” Peter pauses and takes another rattled breath. “When I drift off, I’ll think of you guys. It’s always you guys.”

Peter sniffles. As he moves to sit up a cough racks his small frame. His back slams against the wall as he tries to sit up. “Karen uh… can you- can you end it? The um… the recording.”

The blinking light suddenly disappears and the mask retracts. Peter’s vision grows spotty while his eyes readjust to the dim emergency lights. His starts swimming as the world tips sideways, and then, he’s floating. Like a puppet having its strings cut, he lists sideways limplessly. Before he can hit the ground, metallic hands gently catch him by the shoulders. He’s propped back upright and a cold finger brushes a curl away from his eyes. His vision clears slightly and Nebula’s worried face softens as she realizes he recognizes her..

She gives him a small squeeze on the shoulder, and smiles. “It is okay Peter. I know you’re tired.”

Peter gives her the best smile he can muster. She runs a hand through his hair and then puts her arms under him. She easily lifts him into the air and carries him across the ship. Nebula gently places him in Quill’s Captain Chair and makes sure he’s comfortable. As soon as she is satisfied, she goes back to the main area. Nebula begins working on… who knows what. Though, honestly, Peter really couldn’t care less.

Everything just feels… floaty. Is that a word? FlOatyyy. It’s a funny word.

His eyes are floaty now too. So, so floaty…

They’re floating away! Up and up… and up. They’re going somewhere dark.

Peter really doesn’t like the dark.

Maybe the bright lady in the window can save his eyes before they float away. He really needs his eyes back…

Maybe they’ll come back…

When he wakes up…

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Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20403511/chapters/52643932#workskin

#cam writes #sikes writes #endgame fix-it #fanfitction #marvel #avengers endgame #peter parker #the youngins #young avengers #mcu

[blue-analytic]

Project: Crossover

As soon as I’ve got some time, I’m going to work on my new project, which is a Crossover between the fandoms Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. The story will be centred around Nico di Angelo and his twofold mission:

1) collecting Death’s tools and giving them back to Thanatos as the latter no longer wants to be caught off guard by enemies 2) learning more about his family, a part of which seems to be connected to Death Eaters and Grindelwald. In so doing, he will understand their motives and forge his own path

Important characters:

Draco, Hermione

Minor characters whose POVs you will occasionnally see:

McGonagall, Snape, Lucius

Themes:

uncanny, grotesque, friendship, discrimination

General info / warnings:

(probably) no pairings, rate 16+, graphical descriptions / allusions to uncanny / grotesque elements

Autho’s Notes:

I’m not sure if people here or outside of this site are even interested in my ideas, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give a first impression and see if people are intriguied by it. Bear in mind, though, not much happens, and the first chapter is incomplete. It’s just a teaser, after all.

The Uncanny: The Man is a Portrait

His smile was straining, his eyes narrowed to slits. There was no hiding the sweat, nor the vein bulging out of his head. If people found him in this current state, news would spiral out of his control: How he no longer took care of his well-being. How he derived satisfaction from scaring people off with his stench and grimace. Or even more ludicrous: how he was turning into the next Bellatrix. The conclusion was obvious to even a troglodyte: The mighty had fallen from grace. That thought alone made his fist clenching and his stomach revolting. It only made him wish even more fervently he didn’t have breakfast this morning. 

Yes, he was a tragic man in a tragic situation for sure. And it was all thanks to the pathetic excuse of wizard in front of him. If only he had a knife, he would gladly ram it into the man’s eye. Just to see if he was dealing with a puppet or a person with good poker-face. Any kind of reaction would be welcome if it meant he could explore the victim’s weakness to the fullest potential. But if there was one aspect of his life he abhorred more than losing control, then it would be becoming as savage and as mindless as a muggle. Which is precisely what resorting to barbaric means would lead to. And so, he resumed his silent fury and reflected.

Torturing the man in front of him wasn’t as easy as he thought. He didn’t like dirtying his hands, and he certainly didn’t like wasting his time for something any servant or maniac could have done. Especially the latter who loved nothing more than the pathetic whimpering and the grotesquely distorted faces of their victims. Those psychos bathed in their fun, always excited at the prospect of having found ways to unravel new emotions and prolong the torture session. 

One person in particular was gifted in the art of mental affliction and always insisted everyone watch her treatment towards these sad excuses of a wizard. Why anyone would shower these traitors with attention was beyond him. Were it up to him, he would deal with this affair swiftly and efficiently. No need to make them feel worthy; they all deserved to be ignored, rotting alone like an old black widow in a broom closet. But of course, in their master’s absence, it was Bellatrix who called the shots, she whose eyes wandered over every member like a predator sorting their conspecifics from their prey. A beast, that was all what she was in his eyes, a savage beast. 

Although she came from a prestigious family, her lack of any sense of decorum didn’t really surprise him. It was, however, unbecoming to lower yourself to the level of a muggle. Ever since the start of the First Wizarding War, her greasy hair was hideous to his nose, and her moments of sweet affection made his skin crawl. I am no toy to be played with, he didn’t say whenever she would put an arm on his shoulders, purring like a cat. Were he to push her away, she would dig her nails only deeper into his arm while making a pouting face. He would never give her the satisfaction of knowing how her very presence irritated him, and he certainly would never submit to her however hard it was to keep his emotions under control. But of course, he wasn’t a public figure for nothing. Luckily enough, he didn’t have to deal with her; she was where she belonged, in prison.

Lucius quickly shook his head, then turned his attention to the man, his nose wrinkling. The man’s curly hair had a dark glamour, likely from spending all his time in this shabby department. The shady lines made his grey hair stand out as if he were proud to show this unfortunate mess to the world. How unfortunate indeed. In France, nobles used to wear a wig in public. Whoever went against the dressing code was considered eccentric, a deviance that was simply outrageous. Because to expose your hair to the public eye was like revealing an intimate part of your body. If the man’s hair was in such a horrendous condition, he didn’t want to imagine how the rest of his body was. With no sense of shame, the man was just one step away from turning into a pig, ready to be slaughtered by those simple-minded muggles. At least, that was what they were good at, to dispose scum. If only the British wizards shared the same sense of decorum and fashion as the French ones did. But alas, he belonged to a small minority.

Lucius sighed. Then, he eyed the man’s robe. It was covered in fuzz and emitted an unpleasant scent of perspiration. What was most insulting were those sleepy eyes, showing no care in the world. They did not budge when he used crucio on the man after having paralysed him. It was most unusual. Did he not mean it enough? Preposterous! He was once prefect at one of the most prestigious school in the world, later one of lord Voldemort’s most useful acolytes, and then proud chairman of Hogwarts’ Board of Governors. Every resistance he met, he nipped it in bud—sooner or later, at least. How hard could it be to subjugate a person’s will, let alone a shabby one at that? Bellatrix always made it seem so easy. There was no way he was inferior to her. His spell had to work, it simply had to. He would certainly not lose his lord’s favour and made a mockery by her. The success of their campaign depended on him. 

Unlike her, he could still move politically so long as no one suspected him of dubious actions. It was a great responsibility for sure, but his throat tightened and his heart grew heavy the more he thought about his situation. To this day, he could still recall that young girl, clutching a hand of what appeared to be her stepbrother, his body as motionless as her face. Lord Voldemort had made it his goal to erase out of existence any connection to muggles in the wizarding world, and he had started with the first pureblood family in his vicinity. As the girl didn’t have any choice who her family were, she had been left alone. Her father, on the other hand, had committed a great crime by marrying someone outside their community. In the name of justice, he, alongside his wife and stepson, had received the full brunt of the killing curse. Afterwards, it had been left to Bellatrix to disfigure their faces in order to make sure they were unrecognizable to the world. Not worthy to be remembered, she had argued, her smile a smug and her eyes shining like cat’s eyes at night. 

If her victims’ groans and contorted faces elicited feelings of thrill and desire from her—a desire for more painful reactions—, then this dehumanising process only managed to raise his eyebrows. It was simply revolting, an unnecessary display of barbarity he had quickly wanted to get away from, lest she might have forced him to partake in her follies. However, no matter how much he had tried to push the incident into the darkest corner of his mind, he still couldn’t help but recall from time to time what had been left of the stepbrother’s face: There weren’t any traces of eyes and mouth as if they had all been molten away. Where the nose should have been, only nose hair remained, trenched in blood. Bellatrix had been gaggling in light of these events as if proud of her art d’œuvre, but he, on the other hand, could only shake at the insult to his eyes.

When he had spotted the blond hair, the same colour that his son had, and taken notice of his size, he was now reminded of Draco and the gravity of the situation he found himself in. If he failed, he did not want to imagine the kind of punishment lord Voldemort would reserve for him and how his very absence would impact his family—a family he didn’t count Bellatrix in, he grimaced. That love-sick fool was utterly loyal to the dark lord and would not hesitate to abandon her own blood if it were to please him. Lucius was quite sure she would try to disgrace him to the best of her abilities. 

Then, there was her savageness and persistence which would overwhelm his wife and encourage his son’s rash behaviour. Already, Draco’s promotion to prefect required a lot of responsibility. Gone were the days where he had stormed into his office, demanding a new broom for his team like some monkey on tantrum and without coming up with a strategy in the first place. Such alacrity to back up his comrades, but also such foolishness and recklessness to not expect any resistance in his endeavour. Had he not realised how important it was to be able to adapt to any scenario if he wanted to succeed? Now that Draco was a bit older and, hopefully, more mature, Lucius only hoped his son was ready for the school’s position so that he could prove his readiness for more important missions. After all, it was only a matter of time until he was forced into his father’s business, for the dark lord demanded proof of loyalty from everyone. 

Until then, Lucius had to keep reminding his son of their family’s duty to lord Voldemort and giving him some small tasks that would groom him into a strong and respectable person, worthy of his name, just like his father. Most importantly, however, he had to keep him away from any silly lessons Bellatrix might impose on him as soon as she got out of prison. But first, Lucius had to deal with the man.

The sight of him drained his energy, left him with a headache. It still boggled his mind how well the man could resist his spells. The imperius curse that Lucius had used on the man in his last visit didn’t seem to work anymore. He couldn’t find any traces of outside influences that might have helped to dispel the curse. It was as if the man had never been hit by the spell to begin with. Did the man really manage to break it on his own? But as soon as the thought crossed Lucius’ mind, he dismissed it. There was no time to entertain some delusional ideas. Don’t be ridiculous. He would have been in danger if that were the case; the man would have notified the head of the Department of Mysteries or the security—if such a thing existed here at all.

Lucius turned around to take a good look at his surroundings, assuring himself no unauthorized parties were observing him. While he carefully examined the place, his eyes were soon drawn towards the wall. It was adorned with bronze mural paintings, glowing eerily in the dark corridor. In one of them, a corpse was trapped between two boats and exposed to the sun. From all sides of the boats, ants, ticks, and leeches were crawling towards the body while flies and wasps were descending on the face. There were so many of them, he could barely make out the facial features, just the empty eye sockets and the small mouth, open as if crying and from which insects were rising. 

Crying, when was the last time he had cried? He had felt immense joy at Narcissa’s smile the moment she had accepted his marriage proposal, then a sense of achievement when he had held their child in his arm, deeply breathing in the sweet air of their garden and enjoying the tranquillity. However, pitying an unknown person who more than likely had committed a crime? That was such a foreign concept, it was almost ludicrous. Right here, right now, he shouldn’t let his emotions run free in his mission; in fact, getting Potter’s prophecy was of utmost importance. For the sake of his family and for the betterment of the wizarding world, he had to get a hold of himself. 

But then, his eyes fell on the jelly, bubbling with thousands of eggs and worms. He shuddered. There was no mercy for the victim, and there would be no mercy for him the longer he remained in this place. Wherever he looked, each illustration showed a cruel scene: a woman sewn into a sack and torn apart by a monkey, rooster, snake, and wolf while drowning in the sea. Then, there was what seemed to be a big straw voodoo doll, hiding under a bed and clutching the head of a crying boy with its long fingers as if sucking his blood dry. Over him was a bleak image; it looked like as if a child was running away from a pale skinned man with eyeballs in the palms of his wrinkled hands. A look of utter horror appeared on the boy’s face when he was tripping over the remnants of newborn children. A few seconds later, his arm was ripped off like some feathers of a chicken, never to be seen again.

Lucius startled. As his heart was racing, a sense of foreboding overcame him. For a moment, he felt like a child, intruding on a private session he wasn’t privy to and about to face severe consequences. His mind was telling him again and again to run away. If he was caught, he didn’t want to imagine the kind of pain being inflicted on him and the grief his absence would cause to his family. It all reminded him of the Triwizard Tournament where Cedric Diggory just happened to die at the wrong time and at the wrong place. Did Lucius want to share a similar fate as him? He had already seen the devastating face of Amos Diggory, the red eyes and the shaking arms as if in shock or denial. While he did not approve of his friendship with Mr. Weasley, he, at least, understood why a parent would mourn the loss of an heir, no matter how foolish Cedric had been to help Harry Potter. After all, there weren’t many pureblood families left, and sons were prone to foolish acts. Lucius should know; he had a son quick to anger, after all. No doubt an unfortunate trait of his father as his wife loved to remind him. Hence why he was glad for Snape and her taking care of Draco and disciplining him in his absence.

Lucius sighed. All his planning and political dealings left him little time for his family. When was the last time he had enjoyed a cup of tea with Narcissa? When was the last time he had played chess with their son, lecturing him on the importance of planning moves in advance? He could have it all again. Yes, he could see himself passing through the exit and leaving behind that dreadful place of Ministry, then buying some fancy jewellery to please his wife and a new broom for his son to calm him down. It would be a good start to make it up to them. The most logical thing to do was to never bother the Unspeakable again and go home, fulfilling his duty as a husband and a father. There was no need to risk his life if the horrendous paintings here were anything to go by.

At the mention of immediate danger, he stopped, his eyebrows raising. He was no Gryffindor, true, but he had been once accepted into the great house of Salazar. Slytherins were not easily cowered when promised a high reward. Any threats they faced, they solved it with the cunning of a chess player. The grotesque drawings on the wall, however, they were just that, scaring people with splatter and cries. How utterly barbaric. How very, and here Lucius paused before spitting, muggle like. Didn’t they keep strange souvenirs at home: dead skulls of animals and people to boast of their cruel deeds and some creepy masks born straight out from a dark fairy tale? He still remembered from one of the forced muggle lessons at Hogwarts: a werewolf in disguise of a human simpleton, indulging itself in fornication with a sick grandmother. Then, as if it wasn’t scandalous enough, it even seduced some virgin before devouring her. Or was it her who wanted to explore her carnal needs? Mad. They were all mad.

Lucius could only shake his head. He had never understood the value of muggle studies. They merely filled heads with moths, just like how the scribbles at the wall tricked people into a false sense of fear when there was nothing to worry about. What did it matter if the owner of the paintings had a morbid sense of cruelty? They were just inanimate objects; they couldn’t do anything to him or report to their master. He snorted. Master? More like a weebie obsessing over satanism. 

Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t believe how poorly he had reacted to the pictures. It was illogical to expect any threat from them; it was downright ridiculous. There was nothing that might have excused his inappropriate reaction. He had been a fool if he was honest to himself. No, he thought. It was more like he had been played a fool. Under no circumstances would he have done any foolish acts. That might have been acceptable and even expected from a child like Draco; however, he had long since grown out of this phase. There had to be some kind of spell on the paintings to ward off any intruders, there simply had to be. 

Unfortunately enough, he didn’t have the expertise to detect any traces of magical defence mechanisms to appease his mind. On the other hand, he didn’t want to activate any traps. Who knew what mad ideas some employees of this department might have come up with to trick people like him. For what else could it be than the work of a sad bogeyman if the paintings were any indication? Those punishments and cries, it was Bellatrix all over again. Except, even she was not mad enough to satisfy her hunger and thirst in a way these misshapen figures did. One of them was slurping in a child’s head as if it was some cup of tea while the other one used fork and knife to eat some legs of a crying baby on a plate. The civilized manner with which these mindless beasts enjoyed their dinner and drink simply bewildered him, gave him goose-bumps. It was almost enough to vomit. Almost.

#fanfiction #Harry Potter #Percy Jackson #Nico di Angelo #crossover

[hockeybabestars]

New Year, Same Us - Auston Matthews - Eight

a/n: im going out of town for a football game/visiting friends this weekend and i’m not bringing my computer so i thought i would post this early for yall!! thank you to every person who has been keeping up with this story and liking or reblogging! you mean so much to me! i hope yall enjoy the longest chapter of new year same us, to make up for the shortest in chapter seven (yikes!) we’re almost through with this story yall! we have a lil flashback in this chapter! (in italics) and finally have the prompt that started it all! (in bold)

September 18, 2018

Austons P.O.V

“Aus?!” She yelled from her room. “Are you almost ready?” 

I had been ready for 20 minutes and was sitting on our couch waiting for her to finish up. “Yeah I’m ready now!” I rolled up my sleeve to get a better look at my watch, “are you almost ready? It would look really bad if my plus one made us late.” I snicker as I heard her heels clack, the light to the hallway going off simultaneously.

 I got up from the sofa as she entered, and boy, was I going to have to keep an eye on her tonight. She looked stunning. The light pink dress cinched her curves in all the right places, and her hair was in waves. She was like something out of a dream. She didn’t bat an eye as she went to the kitchen looking for the keys. I came up behind her and dangled them in her face, and before she could snatch them I pulled them away. She reached for them again but I held them behind my head, and suddenly she was all too close to my face. I glanced down at her lips, wanting to kiss them badly but then I quickly diverted back up to her eyes. “You look stunning (Y/N).”

I could feel her breath hitch against my own lips and the minty flavor of her gum hit my nose before she smiled genuinely, her signature smile where her lips tilted a little crooked at the corners, and it made my heart flutter. “Thanks Aus, you don’t look too bad yourself.” 

She stepped away and we did a once over of our apartment, making sure we didn’t forget anything. I grinned and opened our front door for her, watching her walk as she went. I locked the door and we went down the hall towards the elevator, “just out of curiosity,” she toyed with a strand of her hair, eyes flicking up to me through long lashes, “how much did your suit cost?” She was smirking at me and I couldn’t resist really. “Wanna bet on it?” The elevator dinged for us to get on and she rolled her eyes, “do I even have a choice?”

“No use fighting at this point babydoll.” I flashed her my signature smirk as the floor indicator ticked down.

“Does that really work on girls?” She played.

“Apparently not on you.” I laughed but deep down I kinda hoped it did.

“It’s because I know you better than you know you.” She stated matter of factly. She did though. That was the scary part. We hit the first level and strolled out, before she added thoughtfully, “did you want it to work on me?”

I felt my cheeks flame, and was thankful she was walking slightly ahead of me, “uhh,” I faltered before gaining my confidence back, “depends on if you wanted it too.” 

She stopped for a split second, giving me a chance to catch up before she continued walking, this time leaning into me a little bit, “maybe.”

My heart jumped at that, “Still wanna make that bet?” I opened the car door for her. She thanked me and I hopped in the drivers side.

“Am I betting high or low.” She gave me side eye as she buckled her seat belt and we were off.

“What do you think?” I grinned. There’s no way she gets this. “Do you know your suits? What brand am I even wearing?” I smiled. 

I could feel her eyes on me as mine were on the road, and she reached over and ran her finger down the lapel of it, feeling the fabric. I tried to concentrate on the road but she was leaned over the console examining the details of my suit, looking for anything that would give away the designer or price. I needed to think fast, I could tell this would be a long night already and it hadn’t really even begun. 

I swatted her hand away, “hey stop it! that’s cheating.” I smiled and looked over at her as we hit a light. She placed her palm flat against my chest as she mocked me, pulling her lower lip into a pout. I could feel my heartbeat pick up and surely she could too.

 “Just seeing what I have to work with Aus.” The nickname melted off her tongue like butter and really I only like it when she says it anyway. The light flashed green and I grabbed her hand off my chest, entwining our fingers together and resting them over the middle console. “I’m betting high, what like $7,000? Is that too much for a suit? What is it Gucci? Aren’t you like their poster boy or something?” 

I laughed at her accusations and she squeezed my hand a little too hard. “Ow! Jeez woman that hurt. Those are my money makers!” 

She swatted at me again, “sorry not sorry. Isn’t like half your closet Gucci or something. I feel like I should know this but I’m really drawing a blank here.”

A smile crept up onto my face. She’s cute when she’s thinking too hard. She always over thinks or over-analyzes everything. It’s like it’s written in her DNA or something.

She looked over at me and I attempted to keep a straight face, “it’s Gucci isn’t it.” I nodded. “$7000 close?”

I kept a tight lip. She turned towards me, “it’s fuckin higher isn’t it!!!” Her voice raised towards the end and I burst out laughing. 

“$10,000.” Her jaw dropped, “what do I get since you couldn’t guess it?”

“I can’t believe you spent $10,000 on a suit.” She was in awe, “that’s like a trip to Europe, or a down payment on a car, what are you psycho?”

“Are you really belittling me right now?” I chuckled, “you guessed $7,000 that’s just as high!!!” 

“Yeah but-“

“But what? $7000 okay to drop but $10 is too much?” Her face went blank as she tried to process it and I howled as her eyebrows knit together. She was something else.

“I hate you.” She fought to keep the smile off her face.

“Your mouth says otherwise.” She covered her lips with her hands as we pulled up to the venue, she finally pulled them off as we valeted the car. And as we walked into the rustic barn I elbowed her a bit, grinning wildly, “seriously though, what’s my prize since you didn’t guess right?” 

She linked our arms as we tried to figure out where we were sitting and smirked at me, “Bragging rights.”

“I bet we could make it a little more interesting.”

“Oh of course you bet huh.”

“You owe me a dance.”

She pouted. “Aus-“ 

“Nuh-Uh. We’re dancing later, it’s the least you can do.”

I can tell she wanted to press me further but instead she just nodded, “Okay.”

“Wow, I didn’t think that would be this easy. I need to win bets more often.” I knew how much she hated dancing. It was because she had two left feet and literally tripped over herself on any normal day. She didn’t like to embarrass herself. The truth was, she wasn’t a bad dancer at all. She could dance fine by herself, especially after a drink or two. But she was clumsy enough that partner dancing wasn’t really her thing. I always try to get her to at weddings and events but she doesn’t budge. She's stubborn as hell, but it’s why I love her. She doesn’t change for anyone. Not even me. I always ended up finding some random bridesmaid to dance with at these things, but tonight she was mine. 

We wandered further into the barn stopping for a few pictures together before the ceremony as Paige snapped away on her phone and a film camera as well. Mitch and Steph found their way to us too and soon enough we had group pictures with the six of us, then guys, girls, and finally as we finished up it was about time to find our seats. 

The Tavares wedding was really going to be something. Greenery was everywhere and there was a modern feel to their set up even with the more natural elements. I put a hand on (Y/N)’s lower back and guided her to our seats on the grooms side. We were in the middle back and slid into the refurbished white bench with ease, the rest of our group following suit, filing into the row after us. I wrapped an arm around the back of (Y/N)’s seat as she crossed her ankles, leaning into me while we waited for the ceremony to start. A comfortable silence settled over us and somehow both our free hands found each other on their own accord. Soon enough she was playing with my fingers, clasping and unclasping them, tracing the outline of my hand and holding our palms up to watch our hands align. It was something we had done plenty of times before. Whenever we got bored or were watching Netflix or at family events. It was inevitable that our hands would meet. Her hand was a lot smaller than mine, and we quietly played a game of thumb wars before the loud chattering settled down. I could hear the preacher say to rise, so I gently grabbed her hand in mine and lead her up. She was still leaning into me as we waited for the bride to make her way down the aisle. 

John and Aryne chose to say their own vows although short and sweet. It was nice. Being here, celebrating them. (Y/N) was the perfect wedding date. She was classy and reserved when needed but could definitely open up and make conversation with anyone who approached her. And soooo many people approached her. Which was crazy because she was the plus one. But that’s just (Y/N), stealing everyone’s heart the way she stole mine. 

It had to be obvious at this point. I thought my incessant flirting and annoying her every chance I got would be enough to give her the hint, but apparently not. I thought that living together was another sign that maybe I was kind of into her but she just took it at face value since it was the most logical option. I think I really realized how I've felt this past May. I mean, it was there all along, but I didn’t admit it to myself until then. She started hooking up with some random guy at college, and when I walked into some kid in our apartment it made my stomach lurch. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that sick in my life.

I had talked to her earlier in the day. We were on a long road trip in the west and I was excited to get back and see her. 

It felt like maybe things had been changing between us lately, and I wanted to get back and test the waters a little just to see if she even felt a tiny bit the same. It was easy with her. I missed her like crazy, constantly texting to see what she was up to, and sending snapchat updates of what the boys and I were doing, just because I knew she would send a picture back and I could see that gorgeous face again. 

Our flight was delayed because weather in Toronto was pretty bad.  And we didn’t end up landing till pretty late. I texted her when we landed at 12 that I would be home soon. I never got a response so I figured she was asleep. 

What I didn’t expect, when I came home at 1am on a Saturday, was some random guy going through the cupboards in our kitchen with just his boxers on. 

“Uh who are you?” I had a sour taste in my mouth.

The guy looked up from his position on the floor, going through the bottom cabinets and I swear almost shit himself. “Oh my god you’re Auston Matthews.” I frowned. Oh jeez a hockey fan, how rare in this city! He shook his head in disbelief and stood up, walking over to me and put his hand out for me to shake. I took it, begrudgingly. “I’m Reese, it’s really nice to meet you, although I never thought it would be like this.”

I scoffed, but he didn’t seem to notice. He found (Y/N)’s post it notes on the kitchen island and pulled one off handing it to me, “do you think you could sign this for me?”

“What the hell is going on here? Reese I thought-” (Y/N) ‘s voice sounded a little groggy, like she might’ve been sleeping, but when she came out of her room, only clad in black lace underwear and a t-shirt I presumed to be his, my breath caught in my throat. One because she looked damn good. And two because she was wearing his clothes and practically nothing else. I felt a fire in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to remain neutral. 

When she finally realized I was home her eyes went wide. “Oh, uh, hey Aus.”

“(Y/N) you didn’t tell me your roommate was the Auston Matthews.” This guy was still here?

She uncomfortably glanced over at me. Yeah me too. “Uh roommate? Try best friend.” I said smugly.

“I didn't see a reason to bring it up.” She said. Ouch that hurt.

“Sorry Reese bro, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, I really need to get to bed and I’m sure your friend (Y/N) here can fill you in on all the dirty details later. Have a great night.” I walked past them and into my room, shutting the door. Trying to get ready for bed without my head exploding from everything that just happened. I waited until I could hear him leave before I went and knocked on her door.

“What Matthews?” I opened it slightly and peered in, leaning on the door frame and watching her fix her bedding a bit, now in another old t-shirt. 

“Matthews huh? Can I come in?” She nodded and crawled under the white comforter patting the spot next to her. I sat down on top of it before rethinking this whole situation. “Actually can we go to my room?” I wasn’t really comfortable that they just fucked in here and wasn’t too keen on sitting in the bed that someone else got to touch her in. 

She nodded and as I grabbed her hand, I felt tingles. I didn’t dare to look behind me as I lead her to my room. We crawled under the covers and sat against the headboard.

 We stared up at the ceiling a bit before she turned to me. “You’re so dramatic.” 

I looked over to her and I could tell she was slightly upset. “But I know that’s not exactly the most fun thing to come home to and I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Were you ever gonna tell me you were kinda seeing someone?” My jealousy got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but let it seep into my voice a little as I ask.

“No not really, you never tell me when you do...So.” She shrugged, and I tilted my head back a little, groaning.

“You don’t tell people we’re friends either?” It sucked knowing that maybe she was ashamed of me for whatever reason. I always told everyone about her. I loved to talk about her and how proud I am of her for working hard in college and her internship which she officially secured, and just being the amazing, kind hearted person that she is.

“It’s different… I- I don’t tell strangers or people I just met or at least until I have a grasp on their personality. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I can never tell if they want to be friends with me, or have a relationship with me, for me or to get to you.” 

“Oh.” It sucks, but it makes sense.

“Oh. Is right. Also I don’t want people to be up either of our asses if they're just clout chasers.” She smiled, shaking her head as I laughed, “Just not how I want to spend my time.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick him out, that was just weird and I wasn’t expecting you to have company and-“

“Auston. It’s okay. I should’ve warned you in some way, or gone to his place. Maybe this whole thing could’ve been prevented. I’m the one who’s sorry. That situation was pretty awkward.” I don’t want her at some guys place. I want her with me.

I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. My stomach churning as I did so, “Stop worrying. Don’t be sorry either. We good?” She nodded and entwined our pinky’s. “Always.” And with that she slipped out of the darkness of my room and back down the hallway to hers. And my heart ached with every step.

Maybe I wasn’t doing enough, maybe I just needed to be upfront. 

I took a swig of the beer I was drinking and set it back on the table as I watched her converse with Steph, Paige, and Aryne, Probably complementing the bride on her gown and the allure of the wedding.

Pretty soon we were eating steak, mashed potatoes and wedding cake, and my stomach was all too full when the bride and groom shared their first dance. I looked to (Y/N) to see her swooning at John and Aryne adoringly. She was facing the back of her chair, hands resting on the back of it, and chin resting on her hands. “Don’t you just love those two together?” Her nose crinkled. It was really cute.

I stood and held my hand out to her as other couples started to join in on the dance floor. She looked up to me, eyes slightly glazed from her glasses of champagne, but I knew she was at a good level. Sober enough to make good decisions, buzzed enough to have a good time. “Are you gonna dance with me?” My heart felt like it was racing as I waited for her answer.

She took my hand so I took it as a yes. I lead her out to the dance floor, Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran coming on as we stopped in the middle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands settled on her waist, pulling her close. My stomach churned with nerves and a little bit of excitement. I looked down at her, her head on a swivel, looking everywhere but me. Other people are looking at us and her brow knit in confusion. Her hand was burning a hole where it was placed flat against my chest. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I touched her forehead lightly, then bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around her waist securely.

She looked back to me, eyes widening, “It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” I tried, pulling her back into me as she slowly tried to pull herself away. “That’s what friends are for. And hey, quit trying to leave me!” I laugh, grinning. “Were kind of in the middle of that dance you owe me.”

She smiles back softly but glances around the room again, this time almost self consciously. “It’s just that… I don’t know- I don’t really know how to say it without sounding weird.”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong? You know nothing you say will ever sound weird to me? I’m pretty sure we’ve been through it all.” I leaned my forehead against hers and try to ease her mind but she seems so off. I don’t know what happened because everything seemed normal when we first got here.

She took a breath and pulled back a little looking right at me, “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” I could see the nerves riddling her features and it made me curious as to why. It’s not what I was expecting, but it made me grin, “I know.” 

“You know? It doesn’t bother you?” Her nose scrunched again.

“Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…” She playfully shoved me and we fell right back into place, swaying as the song went on melodically.

“It really doesn’t bother you?” She seemed unsure, but avoided my question nonetheless, looking up at me as if the only answer I could give would be yes. That it does bother me. And that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I shrugged trying to play it cool, “why would it bother me?”

 “I don’t know…” She looked away, back to the surrounding crowd as the song changed. “You’re Auston Matthews.” She huffed. “You can get any girl you want. Wouldn’t people believing that… we’re an item… wouldn’t that get in the way?”

I grabbed her hands in mine, looking down at them. She instinctively clasped them together and my heart warmed as I glanced back up at her. “That’s just the thing.” We had stopped dancing at this point, and I’m pretty sure we were in the way of people trying to dance, but I didn’t mind. “You don’t see me as the Auston Matthews. You never did. You just see me as Auston Matthews, your extremely good looking and talented best friend.” I smirked.

“Way to ruin it.” She laughed.

I gently pulled her closer, “you see me as the dumb kid who broke his arm at your eighth birthday party, and the horrible friend who spilled punch on your prom dress, and the annoying son of bitch who always tries to force you to dance. You never see me as someone who’s untouchable,” I grab her hand and place it over my heart, “you always touch me.” She looked as if she lost her breath, eyes swirling with emotions. She carefully removed the hand that was over my heart and stood still for a second. She looked back up to me meticulously, “let’s get some air yeah?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and nodded as she lead the way out, one step ahead of me. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I couldn’t be more grateful for the little piece of privacy that we had out here. The air had turned slightly cooler, and I could see her shiver a little, although she would never admit she’s cold. I shrugged my suit jacket off anyway as we walked along the outside of the barn. The sun was starting to go down and the chill in the air picked up. I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders, and used it to pull her in closer to me. 

She muttered a thanks and I sucked in a breath. Now or never Matt’s.

But she turned to me sharply, beating me to the punch, “you can’t just say stuff like that you know?” 

“Why not?” Her eyes met mine and the wary look on her face told me what I needed to know. I know what she’s thinking. And she means more to me than anyone. She must know that. She has too.

“You could never get in the way of anything (Y/N).” I tucked a lone strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes sparkled and flickered up to mine. “It doesn’t bother me because I don’t want just any girl.” I toe around the subject, hoping she can figure it out before I have to say it outright.

“Well, what do you want Aus?” I want you. Don’t make me say it. Don’t make me ruin a good thing (Y/N). I don’t want to lose us.

My eyes flicker down to her lips. I close my eyes and lean in a little, nudging her nose with my own. Slowly but surely closing the gap between us. I could feel the electricity radiating off her, our lips barely touching before I heard a voice coming from the door. We broke apart, wide eyed, hearts racing, both looking to see who joined us outside.

Kappy looked drunk. And Paige looked like she was dying from laughter. They spotted us and made their way over. I looked back at (Y/N), her cheeks flushed and managing to look anywhere but me, although my arm was still wrapped around her. She leaned into my touch as they approached.

“Youuuuu guyssss.” Kap slurred and Paige just seemed to notice the position we were in.

“Uh Kappy needed some air, but I see you guys did too.” She grabbed his hand and tried to lean him into her for leverage. “We’ll just let you guys have some privacy.”

(Y/N) turned her face into my shoulder as Paige tried to shove Kappy back into the reception. I looked down to her and laughed. She did too, bringing her face out of my shoulder. I would’ve tried to recreate the moment but it seemed like it was lost as she grabbed my hand and tugged me back inside. “C’mon Aus, we should get back.” And I had no choice but to follow.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #new year same us #nysu fic #toronto maple leafs #hbsimagine #hockeybabestars #friends to lovers #friends to more

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 17

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse, BLOOD, BODY HARM

Billy's POV

"Neil, please...don't hurt her anymore."

She smirked, bringing a bloody hand up to her mouth. Her tongue swiped out and ran up her finger, letting the blood pool before swallowing it with a hum.

"Oh no, son. I'm just getting started."

"Why?" I breathed, "why are you doing this?"

"Because love is weakness, boy. And that is a lesson that you need to learn."

She spun the knife again, watching it absently as she started talking.

"Did you know, the world record for nails in the head before death is thirteen? Isn't that fascinating? And your girl here can only lose thirty percent of her blood before she goes down."

She ran her fingers over the wound on the side of her stomach, "but I was careful. Didn't hit anything important, I could do this for a while-"

She toppled to the ground, Steve standing behind her, panting with the remnants of a lamp in his hand. I hadn't even noticed him leave.

The lamp crashed to the ground and I grabbed Steve's arm, pulling him away from Katrina to run downstairs.

"What are you doing?" He hissed at me.

"He's gonna keep hurting her or he's gonna turn on us. We have to hide, how much longer until the girls get here?"

"I-I don't know, they should be here already."

I tugged Steve into a bathroom, locking the door behind me before pulling him into the tub to hide behind the shower curtain.

"We're being hunted by your dad's psycho ghost and this is your plan?" He whispered, "hiding in the shower?"

I scrunched my eyes shut, shaking my head, "I don't have a plan, Steve! Shut up and help me think of a way out of this!"

The cabin was eerily quiet as we stood there, the only sound our low breathing and the blood pounding in my ears.

"Steve, is she going to bleed out?"

He shook his head, "not from what I saw. He knew where to puncture that it wouldn't kill her. She's got a while."

I nodded, breathing out a bit of tension before we heard someone moving around the cabin. Footsteps coming closer and closer to the bathroom door and then the jiggle of the door handle. Steve and I squished closer together as it kept jiggling.

He yelped when there was a loud bang. There were a couple more thuds before the door flung open. Steve and I clutched at each other, both of us screaming loudly.

The shower curtain was ripped to the side, revealing a confused Audrey with Brook and Riley crowded behind her.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" She asked.

"Riley," Steve breathed, shaking as he tried to get out of the tub.

"What is going on here?" Audrey demanded.

He stared at her with wide eyes, "I just had to knock her out with a lamp...what have you been up to? What took you so long?"

She blinked at him a few times, processing before answering, "we had to get prepared. So, she's not herself?"

"No," I answered, "it's my dad. He's who came through, he was hiding inside her until he was strong enough to take control."

"Where is she now?"

"Upstairs," Steve explained, "in the hallway."

We followed the girls out into the hall and I couldn't help but notice the distance between Riley and Steve. How they purposely stayed as far away from each other as they could. I'd have to ask Steve about it when Katrina's back to normal.

We got upstairs, where Katrina should have been, but instead there was just broken lamp and blood on the floor. She was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Jesus," Audrey gasped, "how hard did you hit her, Steve? You know that she's still in there, right?"

He huffed, "I didn't hit her that hard! She stabbed herself, or...Neil stabbed her...I don't know how this works."

"Okay, any idea what he wants? Where he would be going? We need to get her back to the house to keep her safe."

I looked at Brook and shook my head, "no idea. But she needs a hospital, we can't just take her to your house."

Audrey arched an eyebrow at me, "she is dangerous! We can't just leave her in a hospital!"

"Steve?" I turned to him for help.

His jaw worked, the muscle jumping as he thought.

Finally, he sighed, "I don't have the equipment to help her. But...Audrey's right, we can't leave her there. What if Neil is in control in the hospital and hurts someone else? We need to watch her and bring her home as soon as they'll let us."

"You'll bring her to us," Audrey said, crossing her arms against her chest, "we'll keep her contained."

"Fine," I grumbled, "we just need to find her."

"Should be pretty easy," Brook explained, "you said it's your dad, obviously he wants to hurt you so he wouldn't go far. Why don't you call for them? We'll stay hidden and you try to draw them out."

We left the hallway, went back downstairs to the living room where Steve and the girls hid behind furniture. I stood out in the open, trying to control the pounding of my heart.

"Katrina? Neil? Are you still here?"

I had to wait a while, call a few times, before I saw Katrina's face come out of the darkness.

"Hello, son."

I looked at the blood staining the front of Katrina's clothes, dripping to the floor, coating her hands and smeared across her face. Noticed how pale her skin had gotten, the shine of sweat on her brow.

"Neil. Please. She needs help, let her go."

A smirk stretched across her face before she licked her lips, "time's running out for her. I know you've got some friends here, what's your plan? Grab me while my back's turned? I'm a little too smart for that, don't you think?"

"Don't have a plan, I just want to get Katrina to a hospital."

"How sweet," she hissed, bringing forward a knife from behind her back, "I don't know what I'd prefer, to kill her or to hang on to her...draw this out for as long as possible."

I tensed, watching the knife spin in her hand until it pointed at her stomach.

Her arm jolted forward but stopped when Audrey yelled, "stop!"

She had jumped out from behind the couch, hands stretched out and had a surprised look on her face. Katrina was completely frozen, the knife halfway into her stomach.

"Holy shit," Audrey murmured, staring at her hands.

We all stared at her, shocked for a moment before Audrey sagged into Brook's arms and Katrina dropped to the floor, pulling the knife out as she fell. Steve and I rushed forward to an unconscious Katrina, me by her head and Steve holding his hands against her stomach.

"Call an ambulance!" Steve yelled, "now!"

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 5/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,900 Warnings: M for Language

Notes: Beej is a little shit, but we knew that, yeah? He also has a wide knowledge of theatre.

Chapter 5 - In Which Things Go Awry Over Coffee

Lydia tapped impatiently on the glass container that held her still-brewing coffee.

She had thought that by getting a cheap French press it would bring nothing but benefits in the long run: delicious caffeine without leaving your house and waiting for some hipster barista to make it for you. Unfortunately, that just meant that she was now the hipster barista in her own home and had to make it herself, which took precious time away in the morning hours.

Sometimes, she would get lucky and Holidae would have already made it for her; a result that came from her roommate’s insomnia. Often, she would stay up all through the night, and into the next morning when Lydia would arrive for breakfast. Holidae would already be standing in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone as she sipped from her own cup.

Lucky might have been a selfish thought. More like benefiting off a friend’s unfortunate circumstances. Harsh, but Holidae never complained openly about it, so Lydia never worried about taking advantage.

The timer she had set went off loudly, and Lydia wandered over to the stove to shut it down. When she went back to the counter, her coffee was… gone.

Instead of flipping out at the sudden lack of an object that was once there and now isn’t, she calmly sat down at the kitchen table, taking a deep breath.

“If I don’t have a cup in my hands in the next 10 seconds, I’m calling a priest.” She announced to the seemingly empty space.

In a puff of green smoke her coffee appeared in her favored black mug, elegantly placed on a lime green coaster. Lydia picked up the cup, taking a sip with a relaxed sigh.

“Good morning, babes!” Beetlejuice appeared in the seat across from her, a newspaper in both hands. “Supposed to rain today.”

“Is that right? Damn… I was planning to shoot the cemetery later.” She tilted her head, trying to read the front page of the paper. “Why are you so… chipper?”

Beej put the paper down, “Because you’re home? Because I get to meet a new friend? Because rainy days bring out those fat worms in the garden and they are the best for snacking? Lots of reasons.”

Lydia stared deep into the dark liquid swirling around in the cup, “BJ, about Holli…”

The ghost tried to hide the chuckle he let out with a cough, remembering the previous night’s interactions with the breather. He was sure Lyds would get a kick out of the fact he had gotten Holidae to summon him without help from his bestest best friend. He was a very clever fiend.

“What about her?” He asked, going back to his paper nonchalantly.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t have you two meet last night.” She confessed, warming both hands around the cup. “I’m just nervous you two aren’t going to get along.”

Another suspicious cough, “Oh, don’t you worry, Lyds. From what you told me, I’m sure we’ll get along like the Sherman brothers.”

There was a long pause, “…Beej, they hated each other.”

“Really? But that sugar sweet song catalogue…” He peeked over the top of the paper incredulously, “Well, nevermind that. We’ll be the best pals, babes.”

Lydia sighed again, “You’re my best friend, Beej, but she’s my best non-ghost friend. What if I have pick sides in an argument? What if she freaks out and moves away forever? Its pressure I don’t want! That’s why I wanted to introduce you two on my terms.”

An unfamiliar sensation struck Beetlejuice deep in the pit of his stomach, “…yeah?”

“And… and Holidae isn’t always… balanced. Not in the psycho killer type way, but she can get stuck on this anxiety autopilot. It’s hard to get her out of her own head. It’s why she doesn’t sleep often.” Lydia continued, sipping her coffee quietly. “So I felt that if I steered the conversation between the three of us, it would keep everything neutral, you know?”

That sensation hit him harder this time, and he desperately tried to hide his face behind the paper, “…no, no I getcha’, babes. You were just being your usual, thoughtful self is all. No hard feelings. None. All good.”

Beetlejuice was infinitely glad he was hidden from view, lest Lydia see the bright yellow mess his hair had become; a clear sign he was nervous. He hadn’t stopped to consider Lydia might actually have a really good reason for keeping quiet about him, instead of just to prolong his torture. She was always thinking of other people – mostly him to be honest – and he had gone behind her back and completely botched her plans.

His stomach was doing flips, and he was sure he’d be sweating bullets right now if had the capacity.

Ah, guilt.

That was the feeling.

…it had been a while.

Not wanting Lydia to worry herself any more than she had, he tried to calm himself down, desperately willing his mood to change into something better. After a few moments, he vanished his paper out of existence, reaching over and patting Lydia on the head.

“Baaaaabes, don’t you worry! You just let me know when you need me, and I’ll come running. Or floating. Whichever I feel like. Anyway, what I’m saying is take your time and don’t get all antsy about stuff. I can behave… sometimes.” He smiled wide, hoping she couldn’t hear the tension in his voice.

Brushing his hand away, Lydia smoothed out her frizzed hair, “I appreciate it, Beej. As soon as she comes down, I’ll talk to her. Promise.”

“Hey, I’m easy.” He chuckled, vanishing into thin air, leaving his friend alone for the moment.

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Beetlejuice reappeared in Holidae’s room, spotting the breather sprawled out on the bed and haphazardly tangled in her blankets. He noted she had changed clothes between now and when he left her; sporting what looked like men’s boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Not the slinky lingerie – or better yet commando – look he had secretly hoped for, but the shorts provided a good view of her well-rounded hips and thighs.

Tiptoeing over to the bed, he reached down and poked at her cheek lightly with his finger, “Hey, Holly Hobby, time to wake up. We need to talk.”

Absolutely no response came from the woman on the bed, only the continued rhythmic rising and falling of her chest. Undeterred, he scratched at her face with his claw, hoping the more abrasive touch would do the trick. Holidae inhaled deeply, swatting at her face and rolling over onto her stomach.

Not the response he wanted, although he was momentarily distracted by the fact her shorts were riding up against the swell of her ass. A strangled sort of noise worked its way out of his throat, little streaks of pink highlights sprouting throughout his hair. He told Lydia he could behave, but how could he when such an opportunity was staring him right in the face.

There was the nagging moral quandary to what he was about to do; and he did pause to consider the alternatives to his proposed action. Sure, he could just try and continue to wake her up nicely, but he knew his idea would a much faster – and profitable – venture.

Beetlejuice crackled his knuckles, limbering up as though he were gearing up for a boxing match. With a flourish, he brought the back of his hand down right on Holidae’s butt cheek; a sharp smack sounding out as his skin hit her flesh.

In an instant, Holidae was up and swinging wildly, managing to catch him in the jaw with a left hook. Of course, never having been in a real fist fight – watching plenty of action movies sure, but those didn’t count – she was unprepared for the jolt of pain running down her wrist with the impact. Clutching her hand to her chest, she fell back onto the bed, curling up like a ball bug.

“Son of a bitch-!” Holidae whined, nursing her hand, “What the absolute hell are you made of?”

Beej was working his jaw into place, not suspecting the sudden strength of the counterattack, “Dead guy stuff?”

“Fuck you!” She snapped, shaking out her hand to get some feeling back into it. “I knew that. Wish I didn’t, but I do. And now I will think about that forever.”

Between her hand popping loudly, and the stinging skin on her backside, Holidae was having a hell of a time trying to process being woken up so suddenly from her deep sleep. Beetlejuice took the opportunity to slide into bed next to her, pulling her up by her shoulders into a sitting position. She blinked at him owlishly; her hair flattened in odd places from sleep, and her mascara smudged under her eyes.

He threw an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her body against his and leaning in as though he were whispering a secret, “Listen, baby, when you come downstairs, you have to make sure Lydia has no idea we know each other.”

Holidae could smell that damp earth musk about him, her nose twitching with the scent, “Yeah, no, I’m going to tell her.”

Beetlejuice squeezed tighter, “Ah, see, here’s the part where I tell you that you’re going to keep your pretty mouth shut about it because I will make you keep it shut. Lydia is all stressed out about us getting along, and if she finds out that you and I are buddies, she will get angry. I don’t want angry Lydia. I want happy Lydia.”

She was about to object, but recalled an incident where she had seen angry Lydia firsthand. It was during an art show and a critic was being especially rude about one of the photos Lydia had been presenting as part of her collection. Needless to say, once she was done witnessing the small, doll-like Lydia completely tearing the man into pieces, Holidae resolved to never be on the receiving end of the other woman’s wrath.

Holidae could only imagine what she would have done to the ghost, and by extension, herself.

“If… if I agree, will you promise never to wake me up like that again?” she attempted to pry his hand off of her shoulder.

“Of course, Buddy Holly~ I will never wake you up like that again.” He grinned, inwardly excited that she hadn’t been more specific in her instructions.

He just loved loopholes.

Holidae side-eyed the ghost next to her, sticking out her hand for him to shake, “Deal.”

Beej took hold of her hand, giving it a good shake… before pulling her closer and planting a very sloppy kiss to her cheek, “You’re the best, you know that?”

Squealing in protest, Holidae shoved him away, “No no no, I don’t know where you’ve been!”

“Well-” He started, but he was interrupted.

“Rhetorical statement,” she pointed a finger at him threateningly, “If you want me to go along with your lie, go away. Now. Do the vanishing trick. I have to get dressed and stuff.”

Shrugging, BJ vanished into the air without a word. Holidae waited several minutes before getting up out of the bed, wanting to make sure she was alone before stripping out of her pajamas. Paranoid, she kept her chest covered as much as she possibly could, not trusting that he wasn’t lurking around somewhere trying to catch her off guard again.

Waiting until the last possible moment, she let the shirt drop to the floor, grabbing a bra and slipping it around her torso.

“I knew you had a big rack,” the gravely voice laughed behind her, but he was gone the moment she turned around.

Holidae angrily pulled her shirt over her head, mumbling in what she was quickly adopting as a new mantra, “We want happy Lydia… happy Lydia…”

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Your Savior is Here! Ch 4

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Natasha POV

It’s dark out before I know it. The afternoon hadn’t lagged as I was expecting it to, considering his grand tour consisted of just the apartment and not the entire Vaught building. My hope of escaping were dashed before they could even fully form into an outline of a plan. He continues to stare at me whenever he has the chance, his hand is always on me, making sure I don’t venture too far from him. Not that I could make it out the door without him catching me even if he was across the whole apartment. I’ve known this man for a evening and I’m quickly learning this super hero is nothing but a drama queen with a daddy complex.

I roll my eyes.

“What are you thinking about?”

I look over at him, he is laying next to me in bed once again, propped on his side so he can continue his staring. I roll onto my side to face him, he likes when I look at him when we are talking. “Is this really going to be for forever?”

“Why do you keep asking me this?” He scoffs.

“Because I like knowing the chances for my survival.”

Homelander sighs as he scoots closer to me, I let him, not that he would let me do anything else. He makes a point to take off his glove, his large hand comes to rest on my cheek, “I’m going to keep you forever.”

A part of me breaks at his heartfelt promise, I’m going to be stuck here for however long this psycho thinks my forever is. I need to get out of here but I can’t right now, he doesn’t trust me to be left alone for more than five minutes. I’m sure he was watching me those whole five minutes I was in the bath actually.

Fuck.

“Well,” I gulp, “if I’m going to be here forever, I should probably call you something other than The Homelander.”

His brows raise at that, “I guess I didn’t even think about that.”

I return the action, genuinely surprised he didn’t whip out Daddy right away. “Really?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed my sweet girl but I haven’t put much thought into any of this.”

Now that he mentions it, I see it. He has had that intern running in circles all day after rounds of questioning, finding out what I like and things a woman needs to live an easy life. He always seems so sure of himself, so confident, I never once doubted if he knew what he was doing. This son of a bitch is literally winging a hardcore daddy kink without even knowing what he is doing! I wonder if he even knows that he’s doing it?

Fuck!

He suddenly rolls off the bed, he is quick to jump to his feet, his eyes are looking down but I can see a pink hue growing across his cheeks. “I’ll think about it!” Is all he says as he rushes away towards the bathroom. “I’m taking a quick shower before bed. I’ll be out in a minute, you just stay in bed, okay?”

I just nod as he stomps around the bed to the bathroom, surprisingly closing the door behind him.

I was not expecting that.

The shower turns on. He is really doing this? Is he really trusting me that much already? Oh fuck, what if this is some kind of test to see if I can be left on my own for more than five seconds? I lay down flat on my back trying to figure out what I should do, should I run? This could be my only opportunity, he admitted he has no idea what he is doing, this could be a mistake on his part. A minute passes and the shower is still on. I need to do something at least! As quietly as possible, I slowly sit up in bed, thankful for the memory foam and lack of creaky springs. My feet make contact with the cool floor, I stay on my tip toes as I attempt to make it across the apartment without a noise. I’m manage to make it to the kitchen before I accidentally bump into one of the bar stools near the island, the metal bar meant as a foot rest clings against the dark wood of the island.

Fuck. Fuckidee. Fuck. Fuck.

A quick glance at the front door reminds me that it is locked. There’s no getting pass it without Homelander’s hand print. The shower is still on. Did he really not hear me? This is either a test or the luckiest day of my god damn life. I could test him myself, a quick way to see if he is even listening to me or if he is too deep in his own head in there. I find my way into the kitchen, I peek into a few cabinets for a glass and find one behind the third door to the left. With trembling hands I turn on the foist and watch as the water slowly fills the glass half way before I turn it off.

Nothing.

My eyes go to the door again, I could try it.

The thought passes through my mind as the light of the security pad on the door turns green the lock clicks. The luckiest day of my fucking life apparently.

A pair of black heels come in first, stomping into the silent room like a herd of elephants. An older woman with curled locks and a red dress come in next, a scowl on her slowly aging face. She scans the room, finding me staring at her with wide eyes, her brows raise as she scans me completely.

“I’m assuming these are for you?” She holds out a few more bags the intern must have gone out for, “I stopped Mr. Kenneth as he was panicking in the elevator to a floor he doesn’t have clearance to, to bring these things to The Homelander.”

I’m not sure what to say, “Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” She scoffs, “Where is Homelander?”

“Shut up!” I hiss quietly, I take a few quiet steps towards her, ready to charge the bitch and push her out of the way to make my escape but she has to fucking ruin it!

“Homelander!”

The shower turns off.

I take my steps back into the kitchen and take a big drink of water as the bathroom doors are ripped open. Homelander steps out with a cloud of steam and a towel wrapped around his waist. If I thought he looked crazy before I misspoke, now he looks insane. His hair isn’t neat, nothing about him is put together, he doesn’t even look like the same person.

“Get the fuck out,” he snarls softly.

The woman rolls her eyes, “Are you still upset that I asked you to go off the grid for awhile? You seem to be doing just fine on your first day off,” She eyes me distastefully.

It takes all of myself control to not snap back at the bitch.

“I was interested to see why you abducted one of the interns to run errands for you. I wasn’t expecting this,” The hag gestures to me again. “Did you at least take care of the junkie like I asked this morning?”

My automatic reaction is to glare at Homelander for talking about me with her before her words fully sink in. Take care of the junkie. She is the person to who told him to take care of me. This probably isn’t what she meant but that’s what this sociopath heard, this is her fault. I take a step closer to her to bash this glass against her head but Homelander is a head of me, he is across the room before either of us can realize it, pinning the bitch to the now closed door.

“I told you to get the fuck out,” His voice is just above a whisper but it’s still terrifying, I’m thankful it’s not directed at me.

The woman drops the bags as she attempts to pull his hand away, failing to even budge the strongest man in the world. “Homelander,” She gasps, “I’ll go, I’ll go.”

He pulls away just as quickly, she falls to the floor, gasping for air, “Then get off the floor and leave us alone.” Homelander reaches to the keypad next to the door, the lock clicks. She scrambles to her feet, leaving the bags on the floor and quickly slides out the door, slamming it hard behind her. There goes my luck. His eyes move to me next, softening the moment he finds me. It only takes four large strides for him to reach me, crowding me against the island, all naked and wet.

Both my hands are trembling as I hold my glass, allowing him to fully scan over me before his eyes come back to my face. His hands cup my cheeks, “It’s okay sweet girl, that terrible woman is gone now. Did she do anything to you? Say anything terrible?”

I just shake my head.

“I’m so sorry I left you alone. That woman will never be near you again, okay? What are you doing out of bed?”

I hold up my glass, “I was thirsty.”

“You should have told me.”

“You were in the shower, I didn’t want to bug you, I’m sorry,” I look down as if I actually feel guilty for my actions. He wants me to be a sad little girl, I can do that if it means I can get him to let me out of here.

“That’s my fault. You can always come to me! No matter what I’m doing. Here,” he sets down my glass and scoops me up. “Let’s get you back in bed.”

“It’s still early!” I point out as I attempt to scramble in his arms, his tight hold doesn’t give me much room to wiggle.

He chuckles, “You need rest. You had a very busy day.”

“But I want to talk!” The words are out of my mouth before I can even process it. Homelander stops in his tracks.

“You want to keep talking to me?”

I nod, “You never answered my question! And who was that woman? She seemed like a real-“ I cut myself off.

“She’s a bitch.”

“Good to know I’m still great at reading people. Who is she?”

“She is the psycho woman in charge of the Seven.”

I raise my brows at that, “She’s your boss and you almost choked her out? Aren’t you worried you are going to be in trouble?”

“No one is my boss,” Homelander informs me as he sets me down on the bed, making sure to tuck me in. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over me with a smug smile, “You are the only person I am worried about, especially with the bitch wandering around. I’ll have to make sure I get her security number off the door. I’ll worry about that tomorrow though. Right now I need to go get dressed and make sure you get a proper nights sleep.”

My eyes shift down, now realizing that he is indeed naked, his towel is still covering his modesty but that’s it. I have never seen more than this man’s bare hands, I don’t think much of the world has. His body is as amazing as I thought it would be, not that I put much thought into it, his arms flexed in his current position. Showing off his muscles, he really looks as if he could carry the world on his wide, well built shoulders. My hand comes up on its own, curious about two things, one, if he feels as strong as he looks, two, if he will actually let me touch him. The tips of my fingers graze over his collarbone to his shoulder, down his bicep to his forearm. I follow the veins of his forearm to the hand resting near my side.

He is trembling. My eyes flick up to find him staring down at me, “I never got my prize.”

“I thought you wanted it in the morning.”

“And waste my one for today? I would never be so wasteful. My prize now.”

“Am I the only one expected to have manners?”

“I’m sorry,” A grin spreads across his face, “Please, may I have my prize?”

I gulp, “I guess, go ahead,” I turn my head to give him my cheek. He surprises me with a chuckle, “What?”

“I want as kiss from you.”

Oh.

"From me? Why?"

"Because I won."

All I can do is nod, knowing that's the best answer I am going to get from him. I move to sit up but he refuses to move an inch, "I can't do it from here."

"I'll come to you," He does. He drops down on to his forearms, caging me in my spot. His fingers tangle in my stray curls spread out on the pillow, "I'm ready whenever you are."

I don't think I'd ever be ready, but I can't say that. This whole moment is so surreal, I am once again transported to a reality where we are just lovers enjoying a intimate moment. I find my fingers dancing across his skin for a second time, this time his face. His complexion is perfect, there are crows feet slowly forming by his eyes but even that has it's charms. My hands rest on either side of his irritatingly, handsome face, there is a small amount a scruff near his jawline, prickly against my palms. I gently guide his face to the left before craning my neck up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, he inhales sharply.

His arms suddenly fail him, dropping a solid slab of muscle on my chest, all of the air leaves my lungs. I feel his scruff rub against my neck as he readjusts himself on top of me. My arms are stretched out above my head, secure against the head board, our legs are tangled together, his towel lost on the floor. A sudden sense of panic washes over me, what the hell is he doing? I prepare myself to do anything and everything to get him off of me, but just as suddenly he stops, his face pressed against my throat.

"You don't need to be scared right now," He mumbles into my skin. "I just want to be close to you, just take a deep breath."

"I would be more comfortable if you were at least dressed."

"And I would be more comfortable if you weren't. This way we are even."

"I don't anything about this is even."

"What makes you say that?"

I scoff, "You are one of the most powerful people in the world."

"I am, and?"

"Are you looking for more compliments or an actual answer?"

His chest vibrates against my stomach, his chuckle is deep and annoyingly comforting, "I'll go with a actual answer for now, save the compliments for later."

"You said it yourself, you can break every bone in my body without even having to try. That's pretty scary."

"Is that the only thing you think I would use my powers for?"

“I mean fame and fortune first, causing me bodily harm second.”

He glares up at me, “I would never!”

I hold up our collapsed hands in response, ignoring the voice in my head telling me not to poke the bear. I expect him to lash out, to break another finger, or my arm, instead he shoves his face back into the crook of my neck.

“It’s time for bed.”

“Okay, can you please put some clothes on?”

“Only if you agree to let me hold you.”

Oh I get an option now?

I hold my tongue, I just nod. He takes a deep breath before finally pulling away. My eyes follow his movements without thinking, he’s standing there in all his naked glory.

Holy shit.

The rest of him as perfect as I expected, all toned and muscular, not a single scar on this God’s body. Hanging in between his strong thighs is his just as impressive length. I divert my eyes but not fast enough, he catches me staring, his chest puffs with pride when he notices my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“No need to be bashful Sweet girl,” Out of the corner of my eye I see him posing oh so elegantly. “You can look for as long as you would like.”

“No thank you.”

“Okay, you’ll change your mind.”

I scoff, “Not anytime soon.”

“I have all the time in the world.” With that he wandering into the bathroom, the door is left open wide, nothing hiding me from him this time.

“Don’t you work? Events, press meeting, and stuff like that?”

I hear him chuckling from the closet, “I do, why?”

“I’m just curious how someone like you could have any kind of free time.”

“Due to some problems I have the next few days off. After that I will be back to my busy schedule of saving the world.”

“What will happen to me then?”

He comes back out in an outfit matching my own, white t-shirt and briefs, though he fills it out much differently than I do. “You will be here, waiting so patiently for me to come home.”

“You’re going to leave me here, all by myself, all day?” I do my best to hide the hope I feel. I must do a good job, he climbs back in bed with me, lying next to me this time.

“Are you worried about being alone all day? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I come back in between meetings to check in on you, can’t have my sweet girl getting lonely.”

"I've been by myself a lot, I think I can manage."

Homelander sighs as he opens his arms to me expectantly, "We all think we handle loneliness well until suddenly we aren't." Without any other option I shuffle closer to the blond god, letting him move me where he likes once I'm within reach. We are in a similar position as we were this afternoon, my head on his chest, his arms securely around me, one hand drawing small circles on my back. As terrifying as this whole situation is, it feels nice.

"Well you are finding great ways to cope."

His laugh rumbles softly in his chest, "I couldn't agree more."

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-five: three go in, three come out

❧ genre:  pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: angst, fight scenes, blood, near death

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Kirishima ran around the agency, looking down every hall and corner. He looked in the main office, locker rooms, showers, hell even the spot you and the guys would sneak off to in the stairwell when you were bored. Neither you nor Bakugou were there and he stood in the hallway, thinking of any other place he forgot to look as he clutched a magazine in his fingers.

“Ah, duh Kirishima!”

The red-head took off and sprinted in the opposite direction and took the stairs up a flight where the training gym was located. As he neared the doors he could hear loud booms and your maniacal laughter as Bakugou yelled meaningless death threats. Smiling, the hero pushed opened the doors and his eyes fell upon an intense training session going on between you and his best friend. What he came for in the first place could wait as he could tell you were both zeroed in on each other.

Eijirou took a seat on a bench, laying the tabloid magazine next to him and leaned back as he watched the show before him. The agency’s gym was pretty massive and had everything a hero could ask for. Obstacles and items placed sporadically that could be used as weapons or shields. Made entirely of concrete so that the walls and floors could take any kind of damage from the heroes that frequented it to train or just blow off steam. Not all heroes demolished the place like you and Bakugou though, it would always end up needing small repairs after the two of you left. You both went all out on each other, never holding back a single bit. Katsuki knew you were more than strong enough to hold your own against him and if you weren’t then you made damn sure to fake it till you were. He also liked you to push your own limits and become even more powerful.

Kiri wasn’t one to train so hardcore with you, he only liked to workout together, normal stuff, he didn’t care to have any kind of brawls with you. Whether it was training or not, he left that to Bakugou. Since the beginning it has always been your thing with the blonde. Katsuki was the one who’d find you training alone after a long day of paperwork or a boring day of nothing at all. Your power intrigued him, even if he never admitted it and it was your raw power that attracted Bakugou to you. 

Kirishima’s explosive friend was a better teacher than he was as well. His quirk let him become fast and maneuver easily, being able to be light on his feet and evade his enemies. Eijirou on the other hand, his quirk slowed him down and made him heavier, so he never figured any of his help could benefit you besides just his knowledge in weight training and maybe sparing. Bakugou could help you learn better tactics, he was just amazing at everything and always has been.

Kiri’s red eyes watched as Bakugou grabbed your arm and chunked you over his shoulder, making your body slam into the concrete ground with a loud thud. You grit your teeth and groaned as the blonde placed his palm above your face, sparks emitting from it and getting ready to send a blast. Right as the explosion was about to erupt from his hand you used your quirk to remove your sneaker and made it fly towards his head. He was caught off guard by it, overwhelmed with the feeling of victory before the fight was even over.

The force of the shoe being shot at his face caused him to stumble, “The fuck? Was that your shoe?”

With a grin your leg kicked his feet out from under him and he fell to the ground hard on his side. Quickly you kicked him over onto his back and pulled the blade from your thigh garter and held it to his throat as you straddled his chest, your knees pinning his forearms down. You both were panting and breathing hard, covered in dirt and grime from the blows you landed and his own explosions. His white teeth gleamed as he looked up at you, you could feel movement from his lower body and held a glowing red hand up making a second blade slip from under your shirt and out to your palm. You stretched your arm out behind you and pressed the tip of the blade to his inner thigh.

“Give it up Baka-gou! The rules are if you’re pinned, you fucking lose!”

You smirked and leaned down, running your nose up his throat and inhaling the sweet indulgent scent of his sweat. Your teeth nipped at the skin that your blade was pressed to, making him groan and writhe underneath you. You giggled and licked up his skin to the shell of his ear and nipped at it.

“You’re fucking stupid if you thought I only carry one blade. One good slice to either of these precious arteries and you’ll bleed out in minutes.”

Bakugou chuckled and his dark crimson red eyes glared up into yours. “You’re a sadistic little bitch you know that?”

Smiling, you pressed a light kiss to your victims lips, Bakugou pulled on your plump piece of flesh with his teeth as you broke away from him.

“But I’m your sadistic little bitch, and you love me!”

“You’re damn right I do. Now, put that shit away before you really cut me psycho!”

Giggling you pulled your blades away and placed them back in the sheaths. You moved down Bakugou’s body, your knees now straddling his hips and releasing his arms. He sighed in relief and rose his sore arms in the air to let the blood flow back to them. The sound of feet running over made you both look to see Kirishima coming your way, waving something around in his hand. 

Katsuki wrapped an arm underneath his head and rested his other palm on your thigh as he rubbed your bare and hot skin. Once Kiri made it over he sat crisscrossed on the ground next to the two of you and leaned over to place a quick loving peck to your lips.

“Hey Red, what’s up?” You asked cheerfully while placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“This! It’s gold!”

Kirishima tossed the tabloid magazine on top of Bakugou’s chest between your thighs. Before you could read the cover or grab it, the blonde snatched it first and skimmed it over. 

On the cover was a normal tabloid of some other heroes, in the corner though were two pictures side by side of you and him. They were taken within minutes of each other, on a day you and Bakugou worked together. There had been an attack at a bank and the two of you were able to fight and restrain the villains, in the process you were clumsy and tripped, twisting your ankle during your fall. Bakugou couldn’t bare to see you limping around all pathetic like and acting like it didn’t hurt so he demanded you hitch a ride on his back until you got back to the agency. The pictures were of you after you had hopped onto his back, you were looking at him with a smile and he was looking back at you with a grin. You were both dirty with soot and blood from your various cuts that were won during your fight. It was honestly a really cute picture, even Bakugou liked it, it really captured how the two of you were. The second picture was of you kissing each other, both your eyes closed shut and a smirk on your latched lips.

“MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRL: IS GROUND ZERO A SORE LOSER TO HIS LONG TIME FRIEND RED RIOT OR DOES BRUJA HAVE THEM BOTH UNDER HER SPELL? MORE INSIDE!”

Bakugou laughed and showed you the cover, you awed at the sweet pictures and snorted at the article title. Your fingers skimmed the magazine to the very short article. It wasn’t exactly more, just theories on what was going on, a secret love affair or maybe you having a hidden part to your quirk that could actually make people fall in love with you.

“Wow, they’re really reaching with that one. This is so dumb. Guys, I really think we should just came out publicly about our relationship. With this out, now they'll be dying for more and they'll only keep spreading rumors and making us look bad.”

“Exactly, plus we need to set the record straight that I'm not a fucking sore loser.” Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes.

You and Kiri looked at each other before you burst out laughing, tears coming to your eyes as you fell back onto Katsuki’s legs and Kiri fell back onto his palms.

“Bullshit,” you both laughed out in unison.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and spread his legs, making your body harshly slump onto the hard ground beneath them. It didn’t quiet your laughter though, but you calmed down after a bit. The blonde rolled up the magazine and used it to spank your ass. You cried out with an ‘ow’ and a smile, flinching and rubbing the stinging flesh. He  tossed the magazine back over to Kirishima and bent down to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder, placing another smack to your opposite ass cheek and making you squirm around in his grasp.

“Let’s fucking go home, I’m hungry and tired.”

Kirishima smiled and rose to his feet, Bakugou turned around to walk out of the gym and the red-head followed while gripping your chin and placing a kiss to your lips. You smiled when he broke away and placed your face in your hand letting your blonde boyfriend carry you off as you smacked his own ass with your free hand, the three of you chuckling and exiting the gym.

You sighed as hardened fingertips scrubbed your scalp and warm hands massaged your feet. Sinking further into the body of hot water, your skin rubbed and flushed against hard and rough bodies. Your back was against Kirishima’s chest as he shampooed and rubbed your scalp and Bakugou sat at the other end of the tub massaging your delicate and small tired feet in his calloused hands. You didn’t ask for any special treatment once arriving home and today was just a normal day but for some reason your boyfriends randomly felt like spoiling you with a bath and never ending attention.

“And you two wonder why I’m spoiled!” You hummed out with a shit eating grin.

Kiri smiled as he grabbed the small white pitcher that sat on one of the bathtub shelves, dunking it into the water then slowly drenching your hair with it and rinsing out the shampoo. Leaning your head back you let the man continue until there was no trace of suds and bubbles left. He wrung your hair out and reached his long arm over to the edge of the sink to grab your hair clip and clip the damp locks to the top of your head. You laid back completely as Eijirou’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you close. You looked in his direction, pressing your cheek to his damp chest as he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your own arms hung from his, your fingertips tracing his skin. Bakugou smirked and placed your ankles over his shoulder and leaned his head on your shins. His own hand caressing and rubbing the smooth and warm skin of your calves and legs down his body. You sighed and looked at him with a smile.

“I love you two, so much! And I want us to stay like this forever! I want us to spend years and years together, become the best pros in the business, go on awesome vacations, get a family pet and later on maybe I don’t know … kids.”

Both the men quirked a brow, you seemed to be suffering from word vomit at the moment from the overwhelming happiness flowing within you.

“Kids huh? Plural?” Kiri asked with a smile.

“Mhm, I want one from each of you of course! There’s three of us, we can handle two kids together!”

Bakugou smiled and kissed your leg, “Who gets to knock you up first?”

You laughed and playfully splashed the blonde making him chuckle, “You know that’s between you two, you can RPS for it for all I care.”

“Wouldn’t that be a fucking story to tell our kids!” Kirishima chuckled and kissed your head.

You chuckled and imagined two red-eyed toddlers dog piling on top of you and your lovers. One with ash blond hair and the other with dark black hair, demanding to know their origin stories!

“Well kids Baba Suki over here won RPS and that’s how you were born first!”

Your frame shook as you thought of all the crazy yet wonderful scenarios of your future family. Bakugou and Kirishima couldn’t help but melt over your daydreaming.

The three of you spent the rest of your bath talking about your future together. You talked about when you wanted to start working on starting your little family, what gender you all wanted which of course you all could care less and you’d be happy with whatever. However, you did want a boy and a girl so that you’d have at least one other female in the house to make your own mini-me.

You ended up switching from Kirishima to Bakugou, now laying on his warm chest as his arms wrapped and held you close. Your legs rested on Kirishima and he rubbed them with a smile. Slowly your talking started to die down and your breathing became slow and steady. Bakugou craned his neck to see your cheek resting on his chest and your eyes closed as you were peacefully asleep. He smirked and kissed the top of your head and looked at Kirishima.

“It’ll never fail to amaze me how she can fall asleep in a bathtub and stay like that,” Kirishima chuckled and sat up straight, leaning over and rubbing your back.

“She’s fucking weird that’s for sure, but she’s our weirdo.”

Kiri nodded and agreed.

“Hey Kat, I know we don’t talk about it much and I’m not sure if you ever really want to, but I just wanted to say thank you.”

Bakugou quirked a brow as one of his hands reached up to rub your head, “What the fuck are you thanking me for?”

“Just for being the best fucking friend anyone could have. Not every guy would agree to share the girl he loves with another man. If we weren’t able to come to this agreement and I didn’t have her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Yeah, I guess I should thank you too, huh? Not just for her but … just for being my friend in general, ever since UA.”

Kirishima smiled and looked at his friend, Bakugou smirked and rolled his eyes looking away. The two knew deep in their hearts that they were loved by the other, nothing romantic and shit, just real brotherly love. If things did somehow progress between them then neither of them really minded, they were just go with the flow kind of guys. They didn’t have to tell each other and that was the beauty of it. Hell sitting in a bathtub together with you was enough to prove they loved each other and were more than comfortable together.

“So, are you really down for forever like this?” Kirishima asked his friend with a glimmer in his red eyes as he looked at him before he looked down at you.

Bakugou smiled and nodded, pressing his cheek to the top of your head, “You fucking bet I am.”

Bakugou’s phone rang out loud, interrupting the quiet silence of the bedroom. He groaned and looked over to the clock that read out 4:34 AM. The tired blonde let go of your warm body and reached over to the opposite side to grab his phone and answered it with a groggy and raspy voice.

“Hello?”

“Bakugou, there’s been a villain attack downtown, it’s bad and there are civilians in danger. We need you, Red and (Y/N) here ASAP!”

Katsuki sat up quickly, his eyes opening wider. If the agency was calling for all three of you then things had to be really fucking bad. With a quick ‘yes sir’, Bakugou hung up the phone and turned on the bedside lamp before rolling back onto the bed and grabbed your shoulder as he shook you awake. In the process of your body moving Kirishima was awoken too. The both of you turning and looking at Katsuki with lidded eyes.

“What’s wrong Suki?” You asked, placing a hand on his cheek.

“There’s been an attack downtown and it’s bad. They called all three of us, we need to get dressed ASAP and head that way.”

You nodded and Bakugou grabbed your hand before you could remove it, he melted into your touch for a second, savoring these last few moments before the long night ahead. You smiled and sat up, pulling him in and placing a sweet kiss to his lips and cheeks, tousling his spiky locks. He kissed your forehead and hesitantly left from the bed and headed to his room. Kirishima got up from the bed and stretched out his body, his spine and shoulders hardening before turning back to normal muscled flesh with a relieved sigh. He turned to look and see if you were getting out of bed yet and grunted when he saw you still sitting there, your hands in your lap and your face low. The red-head could tell something was wrong and he quickly crawled to your side, his fingers grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Hey mama, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know Kiri, I just have this bad feeling. They never call of three of us in …”

Kirishima pursed his lips and brushed your chin with his thumb with a soft smile, “It’s probably nothing sweetheart, maybe it’s just a lot of damage control or rescuing that they need us for. No matter what we’ll be together, three go in –“

“Three come out!” You finished his sentence.

He flashed you one of his famous sharp-toothed grins, that always made your heart melt. You could remember that one day when you were still on desk duty and the hardening hero offered to help you with overwhelming paperwork as always. That same night he gave you one of these smiles as his fingers held your chin like they were now and those same vermilion glimmering hues looked into yours. Looking back on it now, you realized in that moment he probably wanted to kiss you. 

You smiled at the memory and leaned forward, closing your small distance and kissed Eijirou’s lips. Your hands wrapping around the sides of his neck. He hummed with delight and kissed back with as much love and tenderness before breaking it off.

“Come on baby girl, let’s get this done fast then tonight I’ll take you to see Yuri On Ice. The theater is having that special event this weekend right, where they’re showing the entire first season?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, making Kirishima chuckle and kiss your cheek.

“Then it’s a date!”

The sounds of sirens, battle cries and comforting voices rang throughout the still dark and foggy morning air. A group of villains were running rampant through the city being chased by a couple of pros until they decided to wreak havoc at a children’s home. When you, Katsuki and Eijirou arrived you were instructed to help rescue while your boyfriends helped with damage control and taking down the villains. 

Using your quirk you were able to move large amounts of ruble from on top of civilians and also helped to clear and make safe exits for everyone. Once all children and employees were accounted for you ran off to go find and help your two lovers. It was easy to find Katsuki, the sounds of him screaming “die” lead you straight to him. He was currently fighting with a villain two sizes bigger than him, the blonde was covered in ash and dirt, small cuts and bruises littered his body but he wasn’t backing down anytime soon. Another villain tried to sneak up behind him, you quickly used your quirk to make a pipe go flying towards the bastards head, knocking him out cold. Bakugou gave you a quick smile and used his AP Shot to finish off the man before him, sending him flying backwards into a wall that knocked him out.

You ran to Bakugou’s side and cupped his face. He did the same and looked you over for any major wounds before he kissed the only clean spot on your cheek. 

“You look like shit!”

You smiled and punched his chest making him chuckle. “Where’s Kiri? There shouldn’t be many of these asshole left huh?”

“Yeah, I think there may be one or two left. Come on let's go find him and get this shit over with, I’m starving!”

Grinning, you both took off. Bakugou propelling himself along with his explosions and you soaring through the air as you levitated. Your head snapped when the sound of concrete walls could be heard being broken through. Out of nowhere, Kirishima was seen flying by, his body landing hard on the side of another building. Thankfully his quirk was activated and cushioned the blow for him, damaging the brick wall more than him. You and Katsuki made it over to him, the blonde quickly helping his friend back to his feet.

“What the fuck?” He questioned.

“That is what the fuck!” Kirishima choked out trying to catch the breath that was knocked from his lungs as he pointed in the direction he flew from.

You turned to look and your eyes widened. “Is that?”

“A fucking Nomu! The league did this shit?” Bakugou hissed with bared teeth as he took a fighting stance, small explosions emitting from his palms.

“Yeah, this bastard won’t go down and I’m running out of steam,” Kiri panted as he deactivated his quirk for a second.

You turned around and looked at him, “We got this babe, take a breather real quick!”

Kiri nodded and you and Bakugou propelled towards the Nomu. It was big but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. It could regenerate like the one at the USJ the two men had faced off before, so you and Bakugou worked together taking hits to it with everything you had. As Bakugou gave his all, you used miscellaneous objects to impale and damage the creatures exposed brain, hoping to cease all it’s functions. Eijirou watched as he was slumped against the brick wall. The sleeves of his costume were torn to shreds and cuts littered his chest and back. He had yet to use his ‘unbreakable’ form, wanting to wait till the last minute. Over the years he had learned more and more how to perfect his moves but it still took a toll on him to use that form for such a long extended amount of time.

Eijirou came to love and accept his quirk, realizing it didn’t need to be flashy to be deemed good. He was useful for multiple reasons and almost indestructible. But every hero has their limits. Kirishima always fought hard, and would sometimes plunge head first into battle without a single thought as to a plan. He didn’t care about plans, he cared about saving people. And right now, he needed to save you and Bakugou. He could tell how worn you were becoming, and felt like shit having to shit there and ‘take a breather’. That wasn’t a manly thing to do, he needed to go in, guns blazing and help his friends. Taking a deep breath the red-head nodded and clenched his fists as he ran into battle.

The three of you fought side by side, all yelling and screaming as you pushed yourselves to the limit. The Nomu was getting slower at regenerating, it’s own reflexes and blows becoming sloppy. That’s when you had an idea.

“Guys! I got a plan!”

“Oh god!” Both men yelled out in unison.

Rolling your eyes you smiled and looked up to a clear sky. 

“Bakugou, I’m going to make you float above this fucker, Kiri I need you to finally go ‘unbreakable’ and make yourself a human spear. Suki, you’ll carry him as I levitate you both and use your most powerful shot to propel him down so he can finish this bastard once and for all. Straight to the head!”

Both Bakugou and Kirishima looked at each other for a second and agreed.

“Hey, first you find the biggest fucking piece of rubble around here and use it to pin him. I’m not going up into the air and leaving you down here alone, you’ll be too focused on us to fight this ugly bastard off,” Katsuki yelled as he blasted a huge explosion to the monster's head.

You nodded and quickly left them alone to find the perfect pinning item. You smiled when you spotted a massive broken piece of a steel beam.

Eyes and hands glowed red as you lifted the beam from the ground. You yelled out to the heroes, telling them to move out of the way. They listened instantly and you made the piece of rubble fly towards the Nomu as he went to lunge towards the two. The beam caused the creature to fly back until he hit the wall. Using your quirk you bent the two ends down and into the wall, Bakugou helped by shooting off explosions to help drive the ends deeper. The Nomu screeched as it was trapped.

“Alright guys, it’s go time!” You cheered out and gave them both a thumbs up.

Katsuki grabbed a hold of Kirishima and you worked quickly to make the two float high up into the air above you and the squirming monster. Bakugou held the red-head by his ankles as Eijirou quickly went into his most destructive form. Immediately making him slightly heavier than usual. The blonde grit his teeth but held his friend tight.

“I hope you know this may sting a little. You ready?” Bakugou grinned.

“Hell yeah I’m ready man!”

Kirishima straightened his arms and legs, making himself straight as a pin, and sharp from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes. His hardened red hues looked down on as you looked up at him with a smile.

“I love you,” your lips mouthed before you gave him another thumbs up. 

This was it, it was time. 

Just as the sounds of Bakugou building up the most enormous blast he could filled Kiri’s ears his heart suddenly dropped as he saw something lurking close behind you. Just as he was about to call the plan off Bakugou had already propelled him forward.

“(Y/N), wake the fuck up! Come on, stop playing, this isn't fucking funny!”

Desperate pleas rang through Kirishima’s ears as he stood to his feet, dazed. Going to rub his head the hero pulled his hand back in disgust as he felt goo and smelled something horrendous. Looking down he could see his body covered in unknown fluids, he looked to the side and saw the Nomu you were all fighting just seconds ago, split in half straight down the middle.

“We did it, it’s over,” he quietly said.

“Ei”, Bakugou screamed, “Goddammit you fucking stupid girl, breathe!”

Kiri’s head turned to the direction his friends pleading cry came from, he looked and blinked at the sight before him. Bakugou’s back was to him as he was slumped over a body performing CPR, pumping their chest forcefully as violent sobs shook his body. He was inside a slowly crumbling building.

“How did he end up there?”

Kiri walked closer and a tangled mess of (h/c) locks came into his few. His knees gave out but he righted himself, palm bracing the ground as he rose back up and stumbled closer.

“(Y-Y/N)? What’s going on?” He questioned with a shaky voice.

“Some piece of sh-shit, fucking sneaked up … the wall collapsed … sh-she’s not waking up Ei. W-What do I do?”

Bakugou sobbed as you lay limp in his arms and he shook you violently. Hot tears streaming down his face and screams of agony coming from his lungs as he pleaded for you to move, twitch … breathe!

Kirishima fell to his knees next to his friend, his slimy hand ran through your tangled hair and his heart was slowly decaying as he took in your still form covered in rubble and blood from a gash in your head. There was no way this was happening, you had a date that night, he promised. Fighting back his sobs Kirishima took you from Bakugou’s arms and proceeded to take over with mouth to mouth. The taste of your mouth wasn’t as sweet and invigorating, it was dry and bitter with dirt and blood.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bakugou cried out burying his face in your lap as Kirishima continued his task.

“27, 28, 29, 30,” Kiri counted with a shaky voice before placing his fingers under your chin and raising it, his fingers lightly pinched your nostrils shut and he sealed your lips with his, blowing powerful breaths of his own life into you.

“Come on baby, please … you can’t do this to us. Wake up, show me those pretty eyes … fucking please!”

As the red-head continued without any success Bakugou began to sob more, slowing realizing the reality they were soon about to accept. Bakugou placed a hand on his friends back as he rose from your still warm legs.

“Ei … stop, it’s not wo-“

“Shut up! She’s fine Bakugou … just a few more and –“

Bakugou shook his head and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders, crying scorching hot tears onto his bare back. 

Feeling the weight of his best-friend on him, Kirishima finally released the flood of tears he had held back. His own body trembling as he slumped over your lifeless body, his own arms wrapping around and gripping you close. He pressed his face to yours and kissed relentlessly as he trembled. Kirishima buried his face in your hair and inhaled your slowly dissipating scent of vanilla and cocoa powder as it was being replaced with the scent of bitter and metallic blood. He removed his palm from your head and it was drenched in the warm crimson fluid.

“She can’t be Ka-Katsu … the cat! Th-the fucking trip we were going to take her on … our k-kids … .our date …”

Bakugou sniffed and clutched his friend closer, “I know Ei … fuck. I-I know.”

The two sat there, sobbing together. The past year and a half flashing before their eyes. The images of your eyes shimmering at them, your smile being so bright it could be seen from miles away. The way you smelled after a shower each night and how warm and soft you were between the two of them. Just a few hours ago, you were sandwiched with them, sleeping peacefully. They let it sink in how they’d never hear your voice, your sounds and talking in your sleep … your laugh. They’d never hear their names leaving your lips again.

Kirishima turned from your body in his lap and to his friend, wrapping his own arms around Bakugou and embracing him as they sobbed together. The sound of the building around crumbling filled their ears, little pieces of ceiling and walls breaking off bit by bit. One more massive hit to the frame of it and it would come falling down. But did they care?

What was life after you, they couldn’t bare to think of it, let alone live it! 

Then, a different sound filled their ears making them both go rigid. A cough could be heard from next to them. They broke away from each other and looked over to you. Your stomach could be seen contracting as more violent coughs erupted from within what was your lifeless shell. In a matter of seconds both men were on either side of you. (E/c) hues slowly fluttered and blinked and your dry lips parted on their own.

“K-Kiri … Suki … did w-we win?”

Both the men’s jaws dropped at the first words out of your resurrected body. They only started to sob even harder, so many emotions running wild throughout their craniums.

“Goddammit don’t you ever fucking do that to us again you hear me?” Bakugou growled as he pressed his forehead to yours, clutching your face in his hands and kissing your filthy face as you painfully smiled and nodded.

Kirishima took his place once he was done, his tears streaming from him cheeks and dripping onto yours. “Of course we won mama. God, I love you so much!”

You smiled at the red-head and reached to touch his face, your hand trembling. Your vision was going in and out and you felt so sleepy, you just wanted to go home and take a nap. You swallowed harshly, lubricating your dry throat.

“Guys, I-I’m sleepy.”

Both their hearts dropped again and Kirishima looked over the gash on your head, “Fuck, Katsuki we gotta get her out of here fast! Her head!”

Out of nowhere a shout could be heard from outside of the building, “Look out!”

Following the warning, something massive flew into the building the three of you occupied, shaking it violently. Kirishima clutched you to his chest as the building started to slowing deteriorate, once the dust settled he looked around not seeing a single exit. Bakugou looked around too and grit his teeth as the walls were quickly crumbling around them, dust falling from above and making him cough. He grunted as he felt something being shoved into his arms. Looking down he saw your limp body and your lidded eyes looking as him before you nuzzled into his chest. The blonde looked up and his eyes were met with another set of crimson eyes, they were intense and dark.

Kirishima's heart was racing, knowing what needed to be done before it could register with Katsuki. The red-head was the only one who could even remotely survive being buried under the weight of the collapsing foundation around them. It may cause him some major damage in the end but he was willing to accept that if it meant getting the two people he cared for and loved out! 

You were already in a life threatening state and you needed to get medical attention ASAP. Kirishima knew he wasn't fast enough to get you that help, he would only delay it for you. Bakugou was your only hope, he could get you to safety, and Kirishima could get the both of you the hell out. Just knowing that you were alive and seeing your smile was enough to motivate him to basically put his life on the line. He always said if it came down to it, he'd sacrifice himself for you and now was the moment to prove that point.

“You take her and you fucking get her out! I’m going to make a pathway for you two to escape!” Kirishima demanded.

Bakugou shook his head, still crying angrily. “Are you fucking stupid! Three go in, three come out! We’re all going home shitty hair!”

Eijirou looked at you and smiled, he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek. He stood to his feet and looked at Bakugou, reaching out a hand to help the blonde to his feet.

“You're faster than me Katsuki, you can get her out to safety quickly. I still have some ‘unbreakable’ left in me so don’t worry about me okay, you fucking worry about her! She needs you right now.”

Unconsciously, Kirishima reached out and thread his grimy fingers through Bakugou’s hair, pulling him forward to press their foreheads together. The other didn’t dare to pull away, only gritting his teeth and holding in a angry sob. He was terrified, he didn’t want to leave his best friend behind, didn’t want to think about the worst that could happen. Bakugou thought he had lost you just minutes ago, he couldn’t bare to think of losing the other person he loved.

"She fucking needs you too! I need you … we need you and you need us!"

At that moment, the beam above them broke and fell, both the men rolled and dodged the piece of steel before it could knock either of them out. Without warning Kirishima ran as fast as he could towards the doorway he came through that was now sealed as he activated his quirk. Effortlessly he pummeled open a hole big enough for Bakugou to slip through and turned around and waved an arm, signaling for him to run out.

"I'm not fucking leaving you two, I promise Kat!"

Bakugou took a second to look into Kirishima’s eyes, he saw no fear in them, only unabashed confidence. The red-head was determined to make it out and Bakugou knew for a fact that if he did as told and trusted in him, then his friend, his fucking partner, would make it out alive.

“When I look back, I better see your stupid fucking face smiling and running behind me,” Bakugou growled gritting his teeth.

“I may lag behind but I'll be there! Now go and don’t fucking stop until she’s taken care of. You come back for me after!”

Bakugou nodded and he removed one arm from you and crouched low as he stretched his arm outwards behind him. Kirishima watched as his friend propelled himself and you forwards and through the passage he had made. Time suddenly slowed as your eyes opened and your face looked back at him. Kirishima smiled when he saw your (e/c) orbs glistening as you were being carried to safety.

“I love you baby,” he mouthed.

You smiled and felt darkness starting to creep its way in. Your red-headed hero could slightly be seen exiting the slowly decaying building. He relaxed after walking a few steps from the area and let his quirk deactivate, stopping for just a second to catch his breath, but it was a second too long. 

Your eyes fought hard to stay open as you could see pieces of the building flying outwards and towards him. He was standing tall and walking your way. Within one cursed blink of your eyes, it all changed.

Your fingers clutched helplessly at Bakugou’s tattered shirt as you tried to tug, tried to get his attention to stop. Your lips parted and you took a sharp breath in and your raspy voice called out, barely audible at first but slowly growing to full volume as you could see dark red colored liquid pooling around Kirishima's body that now laid face first in the rubble.

“K-Kiri, get up ... Kiri! ”

#vermilion #bakugou x reader x kirishima #kirishima x reader x bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #xreader #reader insert #poly #poly relationship

[nomimits7]

Undecided Chapter 4...

Title: Undecided Pt 4

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behavior.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behavior, might be triggering.

Members: detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: WORDS WRITTEN LIKE THIS ONLY ADDS ONTO THE STORY

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

A/N here we are ! the next part of Y/N journey! Do enjoy and please don’t hesitate to ask any questions regarding this story... the next update might take a little longer. I want to add some changes! but they won’t affect the story as it is! Happy reading! <3 

Chapter 3 

•♡•

Trust:  Hope or expectation

•♡•

Who knows, you might never leave South Korea again…

As you sat at your dining room table, reading over the second to last document you failed to hear your front door opening and closing. You were not so pleasantly surprised when Namjoon suddenly spoke next to you.

“You know, locking your front door might be a good thing to keep in mind Y/N.”  That was the last time you forget to lock your door and that was the fastest you have ever left a chair.

“WHAT THE HELL – Oh” you yelled as you spun around coming face to face with a laughing Namjoon.

“Relax sweet cheeks, it’s just me. I came for those reports” Namjoon said with a smirk when his laughter finally died down.

After you gave him the reports and shared a cup of coffee, you finally bid him farewell at the, now locked, front door. You then returned to your dining room to clean up the scatter of papers and notes you had been working on. Something about the way he said sweet cheeks made you blush. Maybe the way he said it so… casually? Either way, it’s becoming clear to you that you have made some progress in winning their trust. Even if it’s one member at a time.

As you finish collecting everything, your stomach decided to make its presence known to the world. “Right, I forgot to feed you” you mutter to no one in particular. Okay, maybe not to no one, the shadowy figure lurking outside your dining room window most definitely heard your every word. Not that you noticed, everyone learns from their mistakes, eventually…

•♡•

The weather was slowly turning. The summer heat was fading into a cool Autumn scene. Trees were going brown, some even losing their leaves, people started wearing thicker clothes and remaining indoors at most.

You for one had a hard time adjusting to this sudden change in weather. Your home country all the warmer and definitely sunnier than South Korea. One good example of just how unprepared you really were, would be your lack of proper clothing for weather as cold as this. Even the clothes you bought the first full day in South Korea, wasn’t warm enough.

The boys, on the other hand, didn’t seem all that bothered by the change in weather. While you looked like an overstuffed panda bear, they just looked ever so perfect. You have your suspicions that they all do some sort of modeling on the side, how else do you explain the magazine perfect men you work with? These thoughts you’ll keep to yourself, for safety reasons.

Once again, the SUV was silent on your way to the office. Everyone was either daydreaming or working on their phones. You were just about to slip into another daydream when Taehyungs phone rang. All the boys stopped all movement as they visibly freeze. Curiosity filled you as you eagerly waited to see what made the boys so tense.

Oh, how stupid you are expecting good news in your line of work.

As Taehyung listened, he visibly paled. One by one the other boys became restless in their own seats, seemingly in on whatever Taehyung was currently listening to. Maybe that comes with experience.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to Seokjin.

“His phone only ever rings this early if there’s a break in the case, or if there’s a new case. Judging by his lack of colour I would say the latter is the most accurate assumption to make at this stage” he whispered back.

 Wait… another murder? Fuck, you didn’t think he would strike so fast… this wasn’t part of his pattern at all. Well, whoever this psycho was he certainly likes change. Either that or he had a way to listen to what you were rambling about in your garden... No way… there’s no fucking way….

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay?” Yoongi asked as he shakes you out of your daydream, concern filling his eyes.

Nodding you shifted in your seat as the idea of a murderer in your backyard settles into your consciousness. Yoongi only eyed you with an unreadable expression, seemingly deciding to drop the subject, for now.

That is until Taehyung ends his call and orders Hoseok in a different direction. Turning in his seat, Tae finally decided to confirm your suspicions.

“There’s been another murder. This time it was a male… Y/N, if you are correct about there being a connection, I suspect the killer knows and is toying with us now.” Tae said as he turned back to the front, face as emotionless as ever.

“Fuck” Jungkook hissed as the van suddenly turned around.

Fuck indeed…  

•♡•

This scene was a complete mess. Blood and guts were everywhere. No clean-up was done what-so-ever.

“This isn’t right…” You mumbled as you took in the bloodbath in front of you. This scene wasn’t even close to what the other murders looked like. This one was messy and very unorganized in a very organized way. Immediately your eyes began to scan for anything, literally anything that could possibly connect this red canvas to that of the crime scene photos you studied.

“Y/N tell me what your first observations are,” Taehyung said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Voice ever so deep as it was even. He didn’t even bother looking at you instead, he chose to take in the ‘not-so-neat-and-clean’ Motel room.

“This isn’t at all like the photos I’ve seen. It’s messy. The victim isn’t clean like the others, his clothes are wrong, the way he was found is wrong, the place he is found in is wrong, even the way he was murdered is completely uncharacteristic to the other victims. If this is the same guy, he either is toying with us as you suggested, or he wanted to prove a point.” You said as you grunted in disgust.

“Prove a point? I’m not following” Tae said, confusion clear in his voice

“If he is trying to prove something, I most definitely would guess he wants to prove to us just how cunning and planned out he can be. Like he wants to let us know that all the evidence we find, was meant to be found. He wants us to know exactly who is in charge. I would even guess that this victim was cleaned and placed like this for a reason. I could almost bet my life that the blood isn’t even human” You said.

Tae only let out a hum in response. You probably stood there for five minutes or less before the rest of the team joined you. You weren’t allowed onto the crime scene until the body was removed by Seokjin, the pathologist. Chain of custody and all that.

“Let’s go back to the office. There are a few things we need to discuss.” Tae suddenly said. This caught you off guard. You still need to process the scene, leaving now could mean the loss of vital evidence. Besides everyone knows the first 48 hours into an investigation are crucial.

“Wait a minute. Excuse my inexperience in this sort of thing but shouldn’t we process the scene first? What if we lose vital evidence?” You were even more confused now. This is not how things are supposed to work. There’s a certain protocol that needed to be followed.

As one, all seven stopped and turned to you. A strange gleam entered their eyes as they just stared at you.

“What? Am I wrong?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest, ready to pull four years of knowledge out if necessary.

“Oh no, the opposite actually. But if you turn around and look at the scene again, you’ll see why we are leaving sweetheart.” Jimin said with his crescent eye-smile.

Turning around you came face to face with a walking corpse. Not only was the supposed murdered man walking and very much alive, but he was also helping some of the officials clean up the scene. If it weren’t for a pair of strong arms around your waist you would have hit the ground as the world around you suddenly went black.

•♡•

Friendly hugs, secret kisses on the cheek and stolen glances. Any girls' dream, right? In your case, this was a nightmare… You were somewhere in a park. The trees a beautiful brown as leaves rained down around you. You were twirling and laughing, you know, having the time of your life.

But you weren’t alone. You were with someone, a male. But you don’t know who.

Twirling around you come face to face with Lusai. His red hair moving ever so slightly in the wind, his green eyes staring back at you with so much pain, it made you dizzy. His smile fades as he stares at you, then he looks down as if he’s ashamed of you. His plump lips pulled in disgust. Turning around again, you come face to face with Taehyung. He has a playful gleam in his eyes, his whole demeanor screams calm and safety. You even see his boxy smile before you turn around again. Glancing back to where Taehyung was standing only seconds before, you’re greeted by Seokjin’s smiling face. His eyes are open and innocent as he extends a hand to you. You return the gesture but just before your hands touch your spinning around again. This time when you look back, you come face to face with a scowling Jungkook. The young man’s face immediately softens when his gaze lands on yours. Relief floods him when he sees your smile, he’s about to say something when the world spins again. Namjoon’s dimpled smile greets you as the spinning stops. Instead of extending only one hand, he throws both hands towards you, inviting you into a hug. With all your might, you try and run towards him, but the world and it’s spinning stops you.

Opening your eyes, you come face to face with Yoongi, his soft pale features greet you in what can only be described as a gummy smile. His eyes are filled with love and something that you can’t fully place. Before you can question this the world, once again spins to reveal Jimin. His crescent eye smile makes your heart flutter. He extends his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. But once again you’re stopped. The world spins to reveal Hoseok waiting with his sunshine smile, arms already extended. He looks warm and safe and you just want to hug him and never let go.

But then, then the world spins again to reveal an enraged Lusai. His eyes hold a hatred you have never seen, his whole aura screams at you to run, to get away. Closing your eyes and shaking your head, you try and place where this sudden hatred could come from. Upon opening them, you come face to face with a blood-covered Lusai. He holds a knife in one hand and a gun in his other. With this, he stalks towards you. His muscles are tense as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you. Just before he reached you the world spin once again.

This time you are met with seven pairs of arms extended towards you. The boys all are frantically gesturing for you to enter their safe haven of an embrace. Without giving this a second thought you run towards them.

A comforting warmth surrounds you as they enclose you in a group hug. This is what love feels like. This is what trust is.

“Y/N? Hey, wake up little dove.” Namjoon’s voice enters your consciousness. The strong arms around you grow even tighter as you begin to stir. Your eyes flutter as they fight to stay closed.

“Hey, I think she’s coming back to us. Hey, there sleepy head. Woah, take it easy there, tiger!” Seokjin says as he helps you sit up slowly.

Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice is your surroundings. Your back at the office, or at least a place similar to the office. The second thing you notice is the arms around you. Following the path to the shoulder, you conclude that these, very strong arms belong to Jungkook. Seokjin is crouched in front of you, Namjoon is just a little behind him with a wet towel in hand. Jimin and Yoongi are seated on the left of Jungkook and Taehyung’s standing somewhere behind you, along with Hoseok.

“You got us worried there for a second Y/N,” Namjoon said as he took a few steps closer.

Without processing Namjoon’s words, panic strikes you as you recall the events prior to your weird dream. You try and fail, to get out of the iron hold Jungkook has on you. You’re met with a lot of resistance as he easily pins you to his firm chest. Letting out a whine of protest you finally give up the pointless fight.

“Calm down Y/N. Breath, we’ll explain everything to you. Just stay calm for now. Here, have some water.” Jungkook says to you. His grip loosens a bit to free your arms from their muscled prison. You gladly accept the offered water, downing the glass in one go.  

“Right, where to begin?” Taehyung begins.

“Well, the walking corpse seems like a good place to fucking start” You bite out. You were very much pissed off at that little stunt they pulled. You wanted an explanation and you wanted it now. You were ready to walk if they failed to explain why and who thought it would be hilarious to scare the living shit out of you, a newly graduated, fresh out of university with little to no experience, 20-year-old girl that misses her family.

“Ah yes, your anger is understandable…” Hoseok pipes up with an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm.

“But we had to get creative to see if you truly are what we need in our team” Yoongi adds

“We had to test your observation skills, what you could possibly miss or misinterpret” Namjoon helpfully adds from his spot behind Seokjin.

“So, we decided to stage a scene, one that could go one of two ways,” Jimin says as he, once again, smiles.

“One way would have been ‘an unrelated case’ the other would have been ‘related’” Jungkook says, his arms still around you. Keeping this and the fact that he was the first to challenge your skills in mind you replay their words in your mind.

Furrowing your brows, you were at a loss for words. Not out of shock, but just because you honestly had no response to this new information.

“You, however, immediately compared the scene we gave you to the photographs Jungkookie took. You never saw the other scenes, yet you successfully compared them. By doing that you immediately eliminated the possibility of the case being related to the one we’re currently dealing with.” Taehyung said.

So, they tested you to see if you could man up and do your job. Bastards. You’ll give it to them, that was a very creative way of doing it. Still scarred you for life, it’s a miracle you don’t need therapy after seeing a dead man walking and clean his own guts from the floor. Not often someone can tell you that, now is it?

“In conclusion, you surprised us Y/N,” Seokjin said taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles in the process.

“Well done and welcome to the family,” Namjoon said with a smile as he came over to give you a hug.

You would have stood up at that moment to make things easier for Mr. Skyscraper, but a certain pair of arms prevented this from happening.

One by one the boys each congratulated you with either a kiss to the cheek or a hug. You felt a very familiar warmth enter your heart, the same warmth you felt during your dream. You were confused though. Their attitudes towards you changed so suddenly. Were they being careful at first? Why did they deem it necessary to test you, even after you, kind of already proved your worth with the previous day’s briefing? You literally just made a logical observation. You didn’t even really use your ‘skills set’ in their little test.

Who knows, things could only get better from here on. Maybe your dream was telling you that it’s okay to stay.

Character intro update

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Desires #10

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary:  Vanaheim needs allies and since you are the eldest daughter of its king, you are a victim of arranged marriage with one of Odin’s sons - Loki.

Chapter warnings: smut, language, fluff, a bit of angst, bad parenting 

Chapter word count: 1735

A/N: does anyone know why tumblr is hating me again and this time is not allowing me to add more tags? am i not worthy to appear on search results or what?? the same happens every time i try to post anything bucky related smh

You finally slept well, wrapped in Loki’s arms, his warm breath surrounded your neck. He was tired, too, even though he tried not to show it. You raised your head and kissed the tip of his nose, receiving a wrinkle of it when he yawned.

“Hello, dear,” he whispered, softly kissing your lips.

You didn’t answer, just deepened the kiss and dived your fingers into his messy hair. He smiled on your lips and lazily rolled up your nightgown, groaning at the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips. You pressed your chest onto his, begging for a touch you missed so much. His hand travelled up and squeezed one of your buttocks, releasing a moan that was hidden deep inside your throat.

The door swung open and you had to force yourself not to shut them back with your magic. Loki sighed and moved away slightly.

“What is it-“

“Y/N, I need your help!” Thor’s cry filled the room and you felt electricity sparkle in the air.

Marigold started crying and if your sight could kill, Thor would’ve already been full rigor mortis. Loki got up and walked to the cradle.

“What do you want?” You asked and watched your husband gently take the baby in his arms. You loved that sight.

“Jane… Jane of Earth is ill. You need to help her.” Your brother came closer, visibly worried.

“And why do you think I could?” You frowned.

“You are a healer.”

“I can only heal myself.”

He helplessly looked at you for a second.

“Did you take her to our healers before you decided to harass my wife?” Loki came closer, eyeing his brother.

“They don’t know what it is. The thing inside of her keeps attacking everyone it finds a threat. It’s red and-“

“Ether,” you sighed and got up. “It’s incredibly dangerous, you should get rid of her.”

“I can’t just get rid of her!”

“I don’t want that thing anywhere near my child!” You shouted and clenched your fists, objects around you shook a little. A vase from the table fell on the floor.

A horn sounded in the palace, Loki hugged Marigold a little tighter.

“What’s going on?”

Thor run from your bedroom to the corridor.

“Fights! I need to go to Jane!”

You followed his steps. A bunch of violent criminals was attacking everyone in their grasp, and the sight of smashed skulls on the floor made you nauseous. You quickly shut the door closed before they could see you.

Loki was already dressed in his armour and helmet thanks to his magic, ready to fight. You didn’t want him to. You were so horribly afraid of losing him, you couldn’t let him go.

You shook your head.

“Don’t.”

“Love-“

“I don’t allow it!” You cried and came to him. “You have too much to lose.” You looked at the baby in his arms, at her big, blue eyes matching her skin.

He gently kissed your lips, passing Marigold to you.

“That’s why I need to fight. For you.” He pulled you to himself, his cheek pressed onto your head. “I’ll be fine. I’m a great fighter.”

You smiled sadly. Of course he was, you never doubted it, but it was irrelevant.

“Stay with me. Thor will take care of it all,” you asked, the baby started crying again. “I’m a terrible parent, you are so much better. I can’t lose you, I won’t handle it myself.”

He laughed.

“Why are you having such nasty thoughts, wife? I’ll be safe and sound before you even notice I was gone. I promise.” He kissed you again. “Just wait for me.”

You let him go. He was right. The fights were not so bad, not for the God of Mischief. You were overreacting, hormones were doing their thing and you were panicking without a proper reason.

*

You waited for two days. Patiently. More stressed with each minute.

When the door swung open you were on the edge of a heart attack. He came home, safe and-

It was Thor. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t happy or lively as always. Your heart was racing again.

“Y/N-“

“Where is he?” You managed to stutter, afraid to find out the answer.

“He was brave.”

You walked a few crooked steps closer to Thor. Marigold was crying but you didn’t hear properly.

“Where is he?” You forgot how to breathe.

“He… He’s gone.” He couldn’t look at you, but your eyes were locked on him. On his weak figure. “He’s dead, sister.”

You shook your head.

“That’s not true. That’s not true!” A mirror broke. “I’m sure he’s alive and well, he promised me-“

“I saw it, Y/N,” he interrupted your talking silently. “I saw him… He’s gone.”

He was so heartbroken, so pale and sad…

Loki was dead.

The love of your life was dead and you never even told him you loved him.

You took a deep breath to say something, but no words escaped your lips.

Your heart was racing, you didn’t breathe, every process your body was doing stopped. A tear flew down your cheek and the last thing you heard before blacking out was Marigold’s cry.

*

When you fluttered your eyes opened for just a mere second you thought you heard Loki’s voice, but then you remembered everything. Loki was dead. Killed by the night elves.

You wanted to cry and vomit at the same time.

“Quite reckless of you to pass out and leave her alone.”

You slowly sat up.

Impossible.

Your heart stopped when you turned and saw Loki lulling Marigold in his arms. Were you dead, too?

He looked at you and smirked, putting her back to her cradle.

“Just don’t be too loud screaming at me, they all think I’m dead and I want it to stay this way.”

Oh, you weren’t dead. But you knew who soon would be.

You clenched your teeth, got up so quickly you didn’t know you could move that fast and slapped Loki so hard you almost couldn’t feel your hand.

“You fucking psycho! Are you out of your mind?! What the fuck were you thinking?!” You kept hitting his chest, tears or anger and relief were dropping on the floor. “I fucking hate you!”

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you to himself, locking you in a tight hug.

“Shush, now.” He kissed your hair and you slowly relaxed, but still couldn’t stop crying. “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your apologies…” You muttered, but wrapped your arms around his waist and held him close.

“Such rude language you’re using,” he laughed. “I missed you.”

“You’re going to wish you stayed dead.”

He moved away and took your face in his hands.

“Never. I’d rather have the worst, the rudest life with you and our horribly blue daughter.”

“Gods, you are so awful. I can’t believe I love you-“

You widened your eyes. You never said it before and weren’t sure how he would react. It just slipped down your tongue, so naturally.

“I love you, too.” He kissed you gently.

You smiled and happily gave the kiss back, passionately and hard. You thought you lost him, and yet here he was, in your arms. Just as he promised.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth and you were more than glad to give up the fight for dominance. You lost your fingers in his wavy hair, eager for more. He lifted you up and threw you on the bed. His lips found their way to your cheek, left small kisses along your jawline, he bit your earlobe and you curled your toes at the feeling.

“I need you…” he whispered in a husky voice. “I need you all around my cock, begging me to let you come…” He kissed your neck and licked a mark he left there a few days earlier. You were already wet for him, your fingers tried to clumsily untie his armour. “To feel your taste spilled on my tongue.” He reached for the ribbons tying your corset. “To have you whole.”

Your clothes were gone, his needy lips were stealing kisses from you, his hand parted your legs. He lowered himself and kissed your inner thighs, one of his hands travelled up to your breast and pinched your nipple, making you squirm.

“Shush, love, you need to be quiet.” He bit your skin. “Remember, no one knows I’m here.”

You only managed to nod and suddenly his tongue was licking a stripe through your folds. You had to bit your lip not to moan, he caressed your clit, his finger was inside of you. Oh, how you missed that. He was watching you closely, groaned and lifted himself up.

“I can’t do it…” He kissed you sloppily. “I have to have you.”

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and brought him much, much closer.

“Then come and get me.”

With one swift move he was inside of you, shushing your moans with his lips. His pace was torture at first, slow and delicate, but with each thrust was quicker, harder and deeper. It was all you could wish for – to have him buried deep inside, to claim you his, take what you both deserved.

He lifted your leg higher to reach a better angle and this time he had to cover your lips with his hand to mutter your moan. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, he was inhaling your scent, a scent of home, safety and love.

Your walls clenched around him tighter when you were just two steps away from sweet ecstasy, he fastened his pace and pumped you fiercely into the mattress. Spasms of pleasure took over your body, hand on your lips squeezed your face harder when he reached his top as well, you could swear you saw stars and lightning when he came, spilling his seed inside of you, that addicting warmth adding more to your orgasm.

He was still inside when his thumb caressed your lower lip and he kissed you gently.

“There is one more thing you need to know…” He gasped.

“What is it?” You kissed his neck, ready for more, and more, and for everything he could give you that night.

“I enchanted Odin and locked him in a retirement home. And I am shapeshifting into him, so basically everyone thinks I am Odin.”

“You what?!”

___

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#loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki #loki imagine #tom hiddleston

[solange-lol]

not so typical love song - ch. 1/13

Chapter Title: Rollarcoaster

Words: 3,050

Note: my piece for the @pjo-hoo-bigbang !!! special thanks to @shelbychild and @wisdom-walks-alone for editing and helping me develop this story! it wouldnt exist w/o y’all!

Art by @lizzybizzyo! <3

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Nico is staring at his computer, wordless. This isn't writer's block or surprise; it’s just the unknown reality of what this situation could lead to.

Another gay kid in his school. Another gay kid that isn’t Mitchell—who’s been out since 8th grade, and the only one to be out since then. Another kid at their school who’s hiding a secret. 

Nico doesn’t even know if this kid is a boy or a girl or what, and frankly, he doesn’t care. There’s another kid like him. And he has no idea how to respond to the post.

The post is a submission from their school’s gossip blog on Tumblr, the notorious ‘hb-secrets.’ Piper had called him an hour ago, asking if he’d seen it yet.

“Seen what?” he had responded.

“The post on hb-secrets? About the closeted gay kid?” It hit Nico like a wall of bricks as he quickly went to pull up the website. Did somebody know? It was a relief when he saw the clipart Ferris wheel and a few short lines submitted by a blog called blue0919.

“I bet it’s that Brazilian sophomore. Paolo or whatever? Or maybe it’s Connor Stoll! I swear he’s been flirting with Mitchell, but Annabeth keeps telling me that he’s into Lacy or someone,” Piper continued as he read, but it was going in one ear and out the other as he processed the words on the screen

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck on a Ferris wheel. One minute I’m on top of the world, and the next minute I’m at rock bottom. Over and over all day long, because a lot of my life is great. But nobody knows I’m gay.

“Gotta go. I’ll talk later,” Nico said quickly, switching off his phone. He knew it would raise suspicion, but it felt like time was turning in on itself. Nobody knew about Nico. In fact, nobody ever even suspected. He’s never been called names besides “Death Boy.” And yet, there were the exact words that described his life, written out in front of him like they were a second thought.

And now, he was staring at his computer with an empty Gmail draft open. The original poster had left their email at the end of the post, so Nico after glancing quickly at his Panic! at the Disco poster still proudly hanging on his wall, typed out a new address. He was stuck, though, unsure of what to say from here. 

So, he started from the beginning.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 6:48 PM

Subject: Hey

Somehow you’ve managed to type exactly what I feel. Sorta scary, as if you’re inside my head or something. Maybe it’s just a gay thing to be speaking in metaphors about the pressure of everyday society.

That’s what I am. Gay. I don’t know if I’ve ever really said it out loud to myself.

It’s weird because I never really had a perfectly normal life. My mom died when I was young, so I never really got to meet her. My sister and I have always been super close until she went away to college. Now, not as much. I guess that’s just what happens when you live a million miles away. 

And I’ve known my stepmom longer than I knew my real mom, but it was only a few years ago when I met my half-sister when she came to live with us because her mom died as well. Meaning, she isn’t the daughter of my stepmom. It’s a long story, and not really one I want to get into.

She’s super nice though. It’s funny, but despite being polar opposites with my older sister, they’re both mushy inside. Same with my stepmom. And my dad… he tries his best. We’re like exactly what you expect from a slightly broken family. Plus my dog who my cousin gave to me during a rough time. Honestly, she’s probably my favorite sibling out of them all. (Both my sisters would kill me if they knew I wrote that.)

And then there are my friends. I have some that are closer than others; Two of them I’ve known for a while now, and one who I only met recently but treats me better than some of the people I’ve known my whole life. While I admit, I’m not the most social person in the world, they’re pretty amazing as far as friends go. 

So there it is. My perfectly normal life. Except for that huge ass secret.

He typed and retyped each line what felt like a thousand times, deleting word after word. He didn't know what was too much. It all felt like too much, really. He didn’t even know if he could trust this person.

Signing it was the worst part; he didn’t have any good pseudonyms. Eventually, he decided to leave it blank.

Without a second thought, Nico hit ‘send’ before leaning back in his chair and putting his hands over his head. Only a second later, a light knock came from the door, causing him to quickly sit up as Hazel popped her head in.

“Dinner’s ready if you wanna eat,” she smiled. She left just as quickly as she came, curls bouncing as she walked away. They had gotten over the awkwardness of having a new sibling only months after Hazel moved in, but there was still some strangeness. To this day, Nico was still a lot closer to her than Bianca was. Either way, Nico knew he would do anything for her. (Not that he would admit that. He didn't even need to, Hazel already knew.)

Nico glanced back at his computer, but there was nothing in his inbox besides the Gmail “Welcome” email. It was stupid to think this person would respond that quickly, seeing as Nico didn't even know if they would respond at all. Heaving a sigh, he got up to join his family for dinner. Maybe he could even convince them to watch Steven Universe instead of The Bachelor.

---

Dinner went as expected. It’d been a while, actually, since they were all together for a meal. Hazel talked about her psycho geometry teacher and a boy she talked in the class named Frank, who seemed sweet but apparently had a shared hatred for math just like her. Nico didn’t say much, although chimed in at the latter, saying he better be the flower boy at their wedding. That even got a short scoff out of his father, which tended to be the closest Nico ever got him laughing. So, that was a win. 

However, he was a little more distant than usual. The pending email response was in the back of his mind during the entire meal.

Even afterward, as they watched reruns of Glee (a compromise made between Hazel and Nico, much to their father’s dismay), Nico couldn’t focus. It felt like a weight was burning through his back pocket. After the second episode (and laughing his ass off at his father’s reaction to Kurt’s ‘Single Ladies’ dance) he finally excused himself. 

He tapped the Gmail app on his phone as soon as he had reached his room. It felt like his heart skipped a beat when he noticed the new notification, a response from the original poster. With slightly shaky hands, he tapped the response, and a message opened up.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 8:12 PM

Subject: I’ve never done this before

Dear anonymous person on the internet,

I really don’t know where to begin. I’m also not sure if you're a real person. For all I know you could be some random pedophile like one of those cases they warned us about in health class for the past 5 years, even though it’s never happened within the last decade.

But in case you are real, hello! I’m the original poster from that hb-secrets thread about life being a Ferris wheel. I’m rereading what I wrote there and I can’t stop cringing, so I’ll start by apologizing for that. I’m not usually one for metaphors, even the bad ones.

Anyway, it sounds like you identify with what I wrote. I’m glad you emailed me; I didn’t think anyone would actually do anything with the email that I left. Except maybe be extremely homophobic. But it made me feel less like I was shouting into the void, so thanks for that. And I assume you’re okay with me writing back since you sent me the first email. Though, I can’t believe I’m actually writing to you. I really didn’t think I would.

I guess I’m thinking it could be nice to talk with someone who can relate to how I’m feeling. No pressure, of course, but feel free to write back if you want to. I don’t want to use my real name, but you can call me Blue. 

It was surreal. Someone who was like Nico. Someone who wanted to talk to Nico because they were like him. 

He started to type again, with more excitement than he’s ever felt. He’s never been able to express this part of him before. It was almost like first date jitters-type feeling. 

(Not that he really knew what that was like.)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 8:23 PM

Subject: Re: I’ve never done this before

Hi, Blue

Wow, I’m actually kind of flipping out right now, because I seriously didn’t think I’d hear from you, especially so quickly. Wow. Okay. First of all, thanks for your email and also for your Tumblr post. I really liked it, Blue, and it wasn’t cringy at all, I promise.

So do you go here (here meaning HBHS)? I do, I’m a junior. And I’m a guy (are you a guy?) Anyway, I could relate a lot to your post, Like, pretty much all of it, but especially the part about being gay. You probably figured that out already though. And I’m not out yet either, which you probably figured that part out too. 

I guess a part of me wants to be out, but a part of me’s like… no. It’s hard to explain. I don’t know. Maybe you get it.

So yeah, it’s really nice to meet you! This is kind of cool, right? Even writing this email makes me feel eleven times less alone.

-Angel (not my real name either, two can play at this game. It’s not like a pet-name type thing. If you ever find out who I am, you’ll understand why.) 

He was worried about the whole name-signing thing. ‘Angel’ was just the easiest thing; it was a direct translation of his last name. He was really hoping Blue still didn’t take it in a weird way, even with that last note.

Relief flooded through him when he read the first sentence of Blue’s next email. 

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 8:41 PM

Subject: Re: I’ve never done this before

Angel, huh? Maybe like guardian angel perhaps. 

Also, eleven times less alone? That’s oddly specific. :) But I know exactly what you mean.

Anyway, wow. Hi. You wrote back, and quickly too. I’m really glad you liked my post. Now I’m actually happy I put it out there. I have to admit, it’s strange to be writing a somewhat personal email to you when we don’t know each other’s identities. Though, in a way, I guess that makes it easier. Sorta like a therapist, except we’re both blindfolded and have the same problem. So not really a therapist, I guess.

Do you think therapists have therapists? Like, if the problems get to be too much for them? Is there an Almighty Therapist who just absorbs everyone's issues and feels nothing?

Anyway, I am a guy, and I’m also a junior at HB. I think you’re actually the first other gay guy I’ve met here. It’s pretty surreal to be talking to you. (In a good way though.) I wonder if we know each other in real life. 

And I think I understand what you mean. I feel like I’m constantly going back and forth about wanting to come out. I have these moments where I’m almost bursting to tell people. Of course, that’s where I was when I posted the thing on Tumblr. But I always feel so weird about it a few hours later, and sometimes I’m intensely relieved no one knows yet. What about you?

-Blue

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 9:12 PM

Subject: Re: I’ve never done this before

I mean, let’s be real, eleven is the best number, which is perfect because we’re both in eleventh grade. And I can't believe we’re both juniors. The class is pretty small compared to the others, so I bet we do know each other, which is weird to think about. What if we’re actually enemies in real life? Do you have enemies? I don’t think I do, not really. Various people tend to annoy me a lot. It’s not even their fault; some people just have really punchable faces.

 (I’m usually a really nonviolent person. I’m more like a violent person who at the same doesn’t really want to hurt anyone, so I have to resort to fantasizing about punching people, which just ends in eating my feelings in large quantities of McDonald’s.)

It’s funny for me, it’s actually not so much that go back and forth about wanting to come out. It’s like I simultaneously do and don’t want to be out. Which is pretty freaking exhausting, honestly. Like I’m in this constant state of JUST SAY IT and NO NEVER. Do you think that ever ends? I don’t know, maybe I’m just a really indecisive person. I think part of me is also just holding out until college when I’m away from anyone I know and can just reinvent myself.

So what kind of stuff do you like to do after school and everything?

-Angel

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 9:34 PM

Subject: Re: I’ve never done this before

I don’t think I have any enemies, but now I’m definitely wondering if I’m the guy with the punchable face. How do you know if you have a punchable face? I’ve never been punched, so hopefully, that’s a good sign. 

I will say, I’m definitely with you on the issue of eating your feelings. I’m the person who has never smoked a cigarette or gotten drunk or anything like that, and I'm usually relatively healthy. However, I once ate five jars of Nutella in one sitting. I do not recommend, 

I’m indecisive, too, in some ways. Okay, full disclosure: I was really conflicted when you sent me that email. I kept going back and forth about whether I should email you. I was (and am) definitely intrigued, but I guess I was also a little bit paranoid. It’s just that you could have been anyone, and it’s hard to know sometimes if someone’s being a jerk or if they’re being sincere. Plus my cousin sort of actually outed me. Not to anyone else, he’s the only one who knows, but now I’m super paranoid about coming out. (Exactly what you said about holding out until college. I’m thinking I can move to LA or somewhere where nobody really cares. Although I wouldn’t want to reinvent myself. And I don’t want you to reinvent yourself either, you’re pretty cool as you are I think.) Anyway, I’m really glad I decided to email you, though.

So, you’re probably going to think I’m ridiculous, but I’d rather not answer your last question. It’s just… I think I like being anonymous for now. Is that okay?

-Blue

Okay, that last part was fair. Nico understood the wanting-to-be-anonymous thing. Sure, they go to the same school. But Blue had no reason to entirely trust him; Nico didn’t really trust Blue at all. This could entirely be some random asshole anywhere in the world trying to find him and beat him up, or worse. It sucked that homophobia was still a thing in their day and age. 

But Blue said he liked talking to Nico, and it was thrilling to talk to him. It was another secret of his, but not one he entirely minded keeping. So, he chose to believe that Blue was actually who he said he was. 

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 2 at 9:57 PM

Subject: Punchability

Blue, you have so much to learn about the rules of punchability, starting with the fact that it is completely impossible for you to have a punchable face. Rule number one: guys who make metaphors about Ferris wheels are automatically unpunchable. Rule number two: There isn’t one. Just rule number one, so memorize it. Everyone else can catch these fists. (Catch these fists? These hands? This would probably be more intimidating if I knew the correct phrasing)

Also, five jars of Nutella in one sitting is the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life. Challenge accepted.

I don’t think you’re ridiculous, Blue. I totally understand why you don't want to tell me about your extracurricular activities (I’m guessing interpretive dance, though, you seem like the type.) But seriously, I get it. It’s this weird contradiction, right? It’s so much easier to be open with someone who doesn't know you at all. We’ll be each other's Ultimate Therapists. 

(Except I don’t think I could ever be a therapist.)

Anyway, I’m really glad you decided to email me back, too :)

-Angel

That smiley face was really unlike him. 

Nico sent the email, but after nearly an hour, he didn’t get on back, which meant Blue was probably asleep. Which was different from what Nico was used to; he tended to stay awake until the early hours of the morning most nights. But it wasn’t anything he minded. He had a conversation with Blue, and even if that was the last one they would ever have (which, he was hoping it wouldn’t be), it was good to know that there was somewhere out there like him.

#solangelo #heros of olympus #pjo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo hoo big bang 2019 #im willing to make a tag list for this but i didnt want to use my general solangelo taglist #so if you would like a taglist for this fic lmk! #nstls

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Warped [Time Warp Trio Fanfiction] - Chapter 10

Snow fell lazily outside of the Olympia diner where Joe, his friends, and Anna gathered to eat greasy fried food and work on homework. Snowflakes hit the window and melted into droplets upon contact, streaming down the glass pane. Outside, everything was washed out like winter itself was sucking the color out of everything with its last breath. The streets of Brooklyn were dead, as if the frigid weather itself was slowing down time, bringing it to a freezing halt.

Joe turned his attention to the blank paper in front of him, chewing on his eraser in thought. “How about,” he cleared his throat then said with extra bravado, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the audience! We are proud to present to you for the first time today the marvelous, mind-blowing, mesmerizing,—”

“Maddeningly mind-numbing…” Anna muttered, her eyes not leaving her book.

Joe was about to say something slick, when Sam cut in, “Hey, I got an idea for you! Now hear me out, why don’t you try working on your homework for a minute?”

“C’mon Sam,” Joe complained. “This is important. The talent show’s a few weeks away.”

“Yeah, and the homework’s due on Friday.”

Joe motioned to Fred, whose eyes were glued his phone screen, his earbuds plugged in his head. “How come you never say anything about him slacking off?”

Sam glanced at Fred and shook his head. “He always slacks off. At this point, I’m learning to accept it.”

“Hey!” Fred protested, pulling the earbud out. Joe was shocked that he could even hear them with his music blasting. “I’m doing my work.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Izzy looking up the answers for you doesn’t count.”

Izzy glanced up from the history textbook and smiled innocently. “It’s okay. I don’t mind helping him.”

“See Sam?” Fred smirked. “She doesn’t mind helping me.”

That did it. They went back and forth; Sam yelled at Fred to do his own research, Fred insisted that he learns better this way and bonked Sam on the forehead with an onion ring, blah blah blah. Joe tuned them out and tapped his temple with his eraser.

The talent show was coming up soon. He and Izzy got the trick down so now the only thing left for them to do was to tighten up their act, pick out their costumes, paint their trick box, finish his script… Okay, so there was a lot left to do, but the talent show was a few weeks away and they were making good progress.

“How about, ‘Prepare to feast your eyes on the—’”

“Is this whole act gonna be you shouting for six minutes,” Anna asked, “or will Izzy get the chance talk, too?”

Hearing her name, Izzy stopped apologizing to Sam and Fred to join their conversation. She smiled shyly and scratched the back of her head. “I don’t think I need to. It’s not that I’m shy—”

She’s so shy, Joe thought.

“—but speaking in front of a crowd is super nerve-wracking. I don’t know how Joe can do it.”

“His big mouth helps.”

Joe stuck his tongue out at Anna, but they both laughed.

“Are you gonna be okay on stage?” Fred asked, ditching his argument with Sam. “The talent show is gonna be more than the three of us… mostly because it’s mandatory.”

“Iz is gonna do great,” Joe said. “Anyway, are there any more comments from the peanut gallery, or can I get some actual input on my script?”

“Script?” Anna snorted. “You got, like, two lines.”

Joe huffed and ignored her. Looks like he’d have to come up with more “m” words by himself.

He considered what Anna asked him. Joe looked at Izzy comparing answers with Sam… then he realized he was staring at her and shot his eyes back down at his paper. Should he give Izzy some lines? Knowing her, she’d agree to it but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

He, Sam, and Fred spent the past few days trying to do the opposite. They’ve studied together after school every day to keep her company and planned to see a movie this weekend (even though there was nothing good out in theaters) in an attempt to distract her from what went down on Monday.

Joe glanced back at Izzy laughing at something Anna said and smiled. At least she wasn’t thinking about what happened on Monday constantly.

~*~

Monday’s events were constantly on Izzy’s mind. Of course she thought about other things, but everything that happened was always spinning around in the back of her mind, never still enough for her to fully processed them.

Even after sharing what happened with her friends it still felt too surreal. She sat at the breakfast bar and fidgeted with her napkin, swinging her legs and avoiding eye contact.

Fred was the first to break the silence. “That’s crazy, man. How does your mom know Mad Jack?”

An excellent question. Izzy would like to know the answer, too. And what about her dad? Did he know? It wouldn’t surprise her.

Sam frowned and rubbed his chin in thought. “I wonder why The Book decided to warp you to that event in your life.”

“Who knows,” Fred said. “The dumb thing does what it wants half the time. Remember where we ended up when I wished we could go on summer vacation a week earlier back in eighth grade?”

Joe shuddered. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “What I meant was why did it warp her to that moment specifically?”

“You have a point.” Joe turned to Izzy. “You said you wished you knew what was going on, remember? You think that’s related to your dad disappearing?”

Izzy shrugged. If so, she couldn’t make sense of it. Did Mad Jack have anything to do with her dad leaving? Even if he did, she was at another dead end. Mad Jack was an evil psycho doing evil psycho things, so her dad went to stop him from eviling psychotically… why? Why did he have to be the one to do it? Her dad wasn’t some kind of time cop.

Reality stung at her. There were a lot of things she didn’t know about her parents. If her mom was a time adventurer, what’s stopping her dad from being a time cop or whatever? If that was the case and was the reason he left, what could Izzy even do? How could she even help? There was one thing she did know, though; it wasn’t enough for her dad to disappear without a trace…

“He doesn’t want me near him,” Izzy said.

“Your dad?” Joe said. “Yeah, his letter said—”

“No, it’s more than that. I think… I think my dad did something, some kind of a spell. When I warped back, I don’t think it was with The Book. It felt like an outside force. And remember how we bounced back mid-warp? I think my dad put a blocking spell on himself so I can’t get to him at all, in any timeline.”

“So it’s magic?” Fred said. “That good right? Can’t you make a counter-spell or something? Undo what he did?”

“I-I don’t know magic that powerful.”

Izzy felt like the world’s lamest witch. She thought she was pretty good with the magic she knew, but levitating balls and phasing through objects wouldn’t be enough to break a spell that strong. This magic was way beyond her abilities. Sure she was able to place that protection spell on Anna and Joe and blast Mad Jack back in Egypt, but those were random magical outburst. Without a teacher, she wouldn’t know how to recreate those spells. Izzy never felt so powerless.

Her parents would tell her there’s no such thing as powerlessness. There was always something you could do within your power. But with all the things they never told her, she didn’t think she could put much stock in their words.

“You think your uncle could break it?” Sam asked Joe, tearing Izzy from her thoughts.

“Maybe,” Joe said. An annoyed edge crept in his voice. “The only problem is he’s impossible to reach.”

Silence washed over them again. Izzy watched her friends try and come up with something to cheer her up, but she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to hear them. They were worried about her and her dad, whom they never even met. Her heart warmed to see how they cared about her and worried with her. She felt touched… and guilty.

She pulled her friends into her situation with her and burdened them with her unsolvable problem. A part of her realized she was being silly. These were her friends, and if any one of them were in her place she’d be doing exactly what they were now. Still… she couldn’t help be feel like a problem. The guilt made her chest tighten.

Izzy sighed heavily, catching their attention. “Right now, there’s not much we can do.”

Her friends looked at her quizzically. She forced a smile. “We tried everything we could, right? There’s nothing else left to do. Thanks again for trying to use The Book to help me, Joe.” She placed a hand on his arm. “I really appreciate it.”

Joe frowned at her but nodded. “Yeah. No problem.”

Since then, the boys hung out with her after school everyday to keep her distracted. It was all so sweet. Even listening to the album Anna lent her helped keep her mind off things… things like the secrets her parents kept from her for fifteen years.

She couldn’t help but wonder what her dad was doing— wherever he was—  and if it really had something do with Mad Jack. And she thought about her mom. If everything Mad Jack said was true, then Izzy didn’t know who her mom really was. She was an adventurer; Dulari the Daring. How could some random car accident take out someone so strong and powerful?

Izzy couldn’t get to her dad, but with The Book, she could go back in time and save her mom. She could talk to her, really get to know her, and—

No. No, no, no. Bad thoughts. Stop, stop. Izzy smacked her cheeks to snap her back to the present where she worked on Spanish homework in the noisy cafeteria. It wasn’t the best place for a dyslexic to learn a foreign—and equally difficult—language, but she’d rather get a headache conjugating Spanish verbs than a heartache thinking about her mom. Soy confundido, tú estás confundido, él ella estamos confundidos—

“Heeeeey, Isabella.”

The sweet, sing-song voice broke Izzy out of her concentración. Three girls without lunch trays slid into the seats around her and regarded her with interesar— interest.

Izzy shifted in her seat, trying to place their familiar faces. “Oh, hi. It's Isadora, or Izzy for short.”

A giggle from the girl across to her. Izzy frowned. What was so funny?

The girl closest to her smirked and perched her chin on laced fingers. “I love the name ‘Izzy’. It’s so… cute.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Thank you.”

“You liking this school so far?”

“Yeah, it’s nicer than my last school. It used to be a women’s prison in the thirties and forties and—”

“We've noticed you've been hanging out with those three guys, like, all the time,” the lead girl interrupted. “What were their names again?”

Izzy perked up. “Joe, Sam, and Fred! They’re the best.”

“At what?” the giggling girl said. The third girl smacked her on the arm to shush her, but she was repressing a smirk of her own.

“Isadora…” The girl next to Izzy put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her like she’d just learned Izzy contracted a rare disease. “You do know what that looks like to other people, right?”

“What what looks like?”

“You know… One girl hanging out with three boys. It's not a good look for you, especially being new and all.”

Izzy frowned. “I don't understand.”

“People think you're, y’know, easy.”

“Easy?”

This time the other girls both laughed freely, and it dawned on Izzy what they meant. Their laughter felt like sandbags on her shoulders. She wanted to say the boys were just her friends, but the words lodged in her throat. She stared down at her half-eaten sandwich, her face so hot she was sure it was scarlet.

A backpack slammed on the table and everyone jumped two feet in the air. Izzy looked up at the owner of the backpack and gasped.

“Hey girls,” Rin said. “You giving my friend any trouble?”

Friend? Izzy was sure she didn’t mean her, but Rin’s usual sneer wasn’t directed at her this time, but at the other girls at the table. Rin was defending her?

The girl beside Izzy shrunk back. “W-we’re just talking to her.”

“More like you were trying to embarrass her.”

The girl who smacked her friend spoke up. “Relax, Patinkin. We’re trying to help her. People talk about her behind her back.”

“They can screw off. Who cares whose she's friends with? Why don't you mind your own business and stop fishing for gossip. Now run along and get a life.”

Rin fixed them with a hard look. Not a moment later the girls stood and fled from the table like ants running from water.

Izzy let out a relieved sigh she didn’t know she was holding. “Thank you.”

Rin shrugged her backpack back on. “Whatever. Those girls are piranhas. They’ll chew up every bit of drama you can give them and leave you a pile of bones and a bad reputation.”

“Oh, they weren’t that mean...”

Rin gave her a look that told Izzy she didn’t buy it. “Y’know, you’re too nice, dude.”

“Oh, thank y—”

“It’s not a compliment.”

Izzy deflated. “Oh.”

Rin lean on the table. “Being too nice gives people free rein to walk all over you. You need to tell people messing with you to stop and piss off.”

Izzy blanched. “I-I don't think I physically can.”

“Work on it.”

“Okay.”

Rin shook her head. Wrong answer. “That’s what I’m talking about. Don’t let people push you around and tell you what to do.”

“Not even you?” Izzy asked. She meant it innocently enough, but realized too late Rin might interpret her question as sass and get annoyed.

But instead of getting mad, she let out a short laugh. “Sure, not even me.”

Izzy laughed awkwardly and extended a hand to her. “I’m Izzy. Thank you.”

To Izzy’s surprise, she took her hand and shook it. “Rin. No problem”

Izzy couldn’t believe how nice she was being, especially after their first encounter. If this was Rin’s way of apologizing for their first meeting, then Izzy was relieved she decided to be nice to her now.

She was about to invite Rin to sit down when Joe and Fred returned to the table. Joe slid into the seat next to Izzy. “Hey, Iz. I snagged you a cook—” He noticed Rin and he flinched, but otherwise kept his composure. “Hey! It’s… you.”

Rin looked at him, unfazed. “Me.”

Fred eyed her suspiciously then looked at Izzy. “She giving you trouble?”

“Does she look like she’s in trouble?” Rin snapped.

“She wasn’t!” Izzy said. “She was—”

Sam slammed his tray on the table drowning out Izzy’s next words. He huffed and dropped to his seat. “You guys will not believe what I went through in that line. First, this kid tried to trip me! I almost— ah!”

When he saw Rin, he jumped and squeezed his bag of juice so tight it exploded all over his pants.

“Ah, come on!”

Fred laughed and pounded the table. Joe went to hand him some napkins, but Rin beat him to it. She grabbed the napkins from Fred’s tray and handed them to Sam. He yelped.

Rin frowned at him. “You okay there?”

“I’m okay, perfectly okay, why wouldn’t I be okay?!”

Fred wiped a tear from his eye. “Good job, dude. Real convincing.”

Sam laughed nervously and took the napkins from her. “T-thanks, Rin”

Rin looked away and scratched her cheek. “Whatever.”

She turned and Izzy realized she was about to leave.

“Wait!” Izzy called, jumping from her seat.

This time, it was Rin’s turn to jump.

“Uh, sorry, but we’re seeing a movie tomorrow. You can join us if you want. I’ll buy your snacks.”

Rin thought about it for a moment and smirked small. “Sure, if you’re paying.”

The boys stared at them as they exchanged numbers. Their jaws dropped so hard they fell off and skidded halfway across the cafeteria floor.

And with that, Rin snuck past a patrolling teacher and left the lunchroom.

“Uh…” Joe looked at Izzy in disbelief. “What was that all about?”

Izzy sat back down and twisted one of her earrings. “I wanted to thank her for saving me.”

“Wait,”Sam said. “She saved you? From what?”

Izzy explained to them what happened with the girls before they arrived.

“I guess we had her pegged wrong,” Joe admitted.

“Anyone who can get rid of those girls can’t be all bad,” Fred said. “They’re always like that, like someone injected Jodie with the essence of pure b—”

“Hey!” Joe shot Fred a look that shut him up.

There was the name Jodie again, the same one Anna mentioned at the museum. She was about to ask who Jodie was when Sam said, “So we’re gonna let her come with us?” He dabbed his juiced pants with the wad of napkins.

Fred mixed his ketchup and ranch with a french fry. “If she gonna be cool from now on, I’m cool.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Izzy. “So was that your way of asking Rin out on a ‘Thank You’ date?”

Izzy’s face warmed. “Date?! No! I didn’t mean it as a date. I don’t even think Rin’s my type.”

Joe raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t say anything as he drank from his bag of juice. For some reason this made Izzy’s cheeks grow hotter.

“So what is your type?” Fred asked.

Izzy thought about it for a second. To be honest, she never given it much thought before. “They have to be, like, y’know, and have like, some, uh, things and be a little… you know what I mean?”

Fred nodded and gestured “okay” with his hand. “Totally. Super vivid description. Very nice. Joe, I think she just described you.”

Sam chuckled. “Or you, the lunch lady, principal Robinson, John Cusack...”

“Looks like you got some stiff competition, dude.”

The two laughed. Izzy put her hands on her face and shook her head. “Guuuuys, you’re such dorks…”

~*~

Joe and Sam were the first ones to the movie theater. They waited inside by the ticket booth, discussing which movie they were going to subject themselves to. Their group had a rule that whenever they didn’t know which movie they wanted to see, the first ones there got to choose. Joe made it a point to arrive ten minutes early.

The theater they frequented, The Loop, was a combination movie theater and arcade. Everything from the eighties décor to the retro games to the ancient marquee with flashing lights pointed to this place being stuck in the past, but that’s exactly what Joe liked about it.

The crowd was sparse, even more so than normal during the Dump Months. A few clusters of teens bought food at the concession or hung out at the arcade. Two or three younger kids dragged their parents into the theater of some animated movie.

Joe yawned and stretched. He was still a bit tuckered out from how much he and Izzy practiced their routine a bunch the day before. They ran through it about a dozen times trying to get faster at it before Izzy convinced him to take a break before they burnt out.

“So we whittled it down to three movies,” Sam said. “The bad pop star bio-documentary, the bad action comedy, or the bad animated movie based on classic literature.”

“Our cup runneth over with options,” Joe said dryly.

“My vote is for the bad pop star movie.”

Joe and Sam turned to see Rin walk up to them, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket.

“Huh, didn’t peg you as a fan,” Joe said.

“Oh, God, no!” she said more forcefully than Joe thought was necessary. “I just think it’d be fun to make fun of.”

Joe laughed. He was always down for enjoying a terrible movie, either genuinely or ironically.

Sam argued, but since it was two against one, he gave up and they bought their tickets. Joe filled in the silence with small talk. He wasn’t as nervous around Rin as Sam, and he was still a bit wary of her with her attitude. But she stood up for Izzy when she didn’t have to, so Joe was willing to give her a chance.

“Even my sister doesn’t like this guy,” Joe said, waving his ticket. “Though I guess it’s not surprising if you knew my sister. She likes weird experimental foreign music with a lot of screaming. I think she started listening to it ironically to annoy me but —”

“Okay,” Rin cut him off with a sigh. “I get what you’re doing.”

“Uh, talking?” Joe asked.

“Trying to make things less awkward, since he,” she pointed her chin at Sam, “wets himself when I’m around.”

“Hey!” Sam protested.

“Look, if you want to say something to me, say it. Get it off your chest so we can move on.”

“P-promise you won’t be mad?” Sam asked.

“No,” she said, “but it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you, dude.”

“Pretty sure that’s what scares him,” Joe muttered.

Rin raised an eyebrow at them, her expression unreadable. Sam shot Joe a ticked off glare before saying, “I am not scared of you. It’s that you’re being… nice.”

“What?” Rin asked. “I’m nice. I’m always nice.”

Joe very convincingly covered his laugh with a cough.

Sam was about to explain himself further when Fred sauntered over to them with Izzy in tow waving excitedly at them.

“Ah, man!” Fred complained. “You guys are early. Please tell me we’re not watching a chick flick?”

Joe told them their pick, and the look on their faces was gold. Izzy was more upset than Fred. You couldn’t tell by looking at her, with her pigtails and flowy pink skirt, but she was into more hardcore music than pop. Nothing that would make a conservative parent faint and clench their pearls, but there were a lot more screaming and guitar solos than you’d expect on her MP3 player (yeah, she seriously still had a MP3 player).

Rin made a good choice. The theater was surprisingly empty so the entire time the five of them sat in the back and mocked the film. Sam pointed out editing flaws when he wasn’t busy falling asleep from boredom. Fred made up crude parody lyrics to the songs and quipped about the cute, hyperactive fangirls in the film. Rin noticed Izzy would cringe in her seat every time a new song would start and would lean in her ear to whisper something that made her cringe harder. As for Joe, he couldn’t help but snicker and roll his eyes every time the music swelled during an oh-so emotional interview in a half-baked attempt to wring any tears from the audience.

After the film, the four of them hung out in the vacant arcade, goofing around and playing games. The machines were ancient and a couple were perpetually out-of-order, but they were always able to make things entertaining.

Hanging out with Rin was a lot of fun; even Sam started to relax around her. She could be intense and aggressive when they played competitive games, but she could go toe to toe with Joe and even Fred when it came to shooting hoops.

Fred used the tickets he won to claim the greatest prize imaginable: a bedazzled tinfoil crown straight from a D-list fast food restaurant.

Fred grinned. “How do I look?”

“Like the crowned Duke of Dorks,” Rin said, sipping from her soda. Izzy giggled and covered her mouth.

“Duke?” Fred asked incredulously. “I don’t even get to be a king?”

“He’s the king.” She motioned to Sam and plopped in a chair of the broken Rapid Rage game.

Sam flushed and glared at her. “Hey!”

Joe laughed and claimed the seat beside her.  “Right, they’re the dorks. Whose idea was it, again, to watch a teeny-bopper documentary?”

Rin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I suggested it. To mock it.”

Izzy frown at her. “I thought you liked the movie.”

Was it Joe’s imagination or did Rin’s cheeks turn pink?

“Pffft, what made you think that?”

“During the movie you were telling me all this trivia about—”

“Hey!” Rin shot up from her seat. “I’m gonna go grab another refill.”

“Cool,” Fred said. “Can you grab me a—”

She was already gone, fleeing to the concession stand.

Fred’s face fell. “Never mind.”

“She forgot her cup,” Sam said

Joe waited for Rin to vanish behind a claw crane machine before he asked Izzy, “What did she tell you?”

“Just stuff like who wrote his songs,” she explained, spinning her earrings. “Can you believe the lead singer of Strawberry Tragedy wrote the song ‘Sweet Love’?” She crinkled her nose in disgust.

“Totally cannot imagine that,” Fred muttered.

Did Rin actually like that music? Joe couldn’t see it. She had the attitude and wardrobe of someone who’d mosh at concerts and wasn’t afraid to stomp on you. Nothing about her screamed “bubblegum teen pop.”

Joe was about to suggest that go find Rin and give her her cup when Sam shrieked. Joe froze as a familiar sensation crept around him. Even before he looked down, he knew that a green fog was coiling around him them vines.

“Joe!” Sam cried. “What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” Joe said.

“Do something!”

“Like what?! I didn’t even bring The Book with me.”

Izzy squeaked and glomped onto the closest arm (this time Sam) and nearly knocked them both over.

Fred tried to swat the fog away. “Maybe we can—”

It was too late for whatever Fred tried to suggest before the four of them were unwillingly dragged through time and hurled towards their next adventure.

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