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frogecstacy · 3 years

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Hi! I really love your writing! My favorite is the one where the brothers don’t notice MC’s lipstick. Could I request you continue it with the newdateables (minus Luke) or just do Barb if that’s too much

OOf course lovely!!!

I’m so happy you liked it!

I’d be happy to do the new dateables (except Luke of course because I consider him my son)

For anyone who sees this first here are the brothers

https://frogecstacy.tumblr.com/post/645300851675709440/maam-may-i-please-request-mc-getting-a-new

Part 2 of the new dateables not noticing they are wearing MC’s new lipstick (except Luke)

Reader is gender neutral

Hope you like it

Diavolo

Your relationship with Diavolo had to be very appropriate and mature when addressing the public and attending meetings

Never really getting to fool around (if you know what I mean)

However while still dating a royal Diavolo always made sure he had time for you and that your relationship was fun

He had read somewhere in a human world magazine that keeping you partner happy and living life to the fullest was how a relationship lasted

He vowed to live by that. I kid you not if not for Barbatos this man would have pledged his life to make sure your every need was acquired

Diavolo had been very busy recently and you thought maybe this new lipstick you had bought would spark his attention

OH BOY WAS THIS MAN SMITTEN

He wanted you to paint a picture on his face

Your lips and the brush and the lipstick as the paint

Sadly you two were in a meeting regarding a new lunch menu, but the only thing this man had on his mine was eating your lips

His brain going BRRRRRR

You quickly picked up that his attention for this conversation was dropping quickly and was trying to end the conversation

As soon as the chef that runs the cafeteria left, Diavolo gave you no chance to say goodbye

His lips were on your quickly grabbing your cheeks so you could face him

“Now darling I must say this new lipstick of yours is quite tempting” Diavolo was smirking giving you a teasing tone

“Is it a crime to want my boyfriend’s attention” you loved giving him those innocent puppy dog eyes

“Why yes it is my dear, I’m afraid your punishment will be giving me more kisses”

How you loved Diavolo’s “punishments”

This led to a quick make out session but it was cut short as Barbatos called reminding Diavolo he had a meeting with elderly demons regarding some RAD students getting out of hand

“We’ll continue this later my love, I hope you’ll be reapplying the lipstick. It tastes amazing.”

As you looked over at Diavolo you saw the lipstick marks on his face and was going to tell him but he was already gone

You were a bit worried but thought that Barbatos would remind before he entered the meeting

You were wrong Diavolo had quickly ran into the meeting and was met with wide eyes

“I’m sorry I am late I had... ugh, some important matter to attend to” he had thought maybe they were mad that he was late but Barbatos had quickly pulled him aside for a private chat

“My Lord I believe you have MC’s lipstick all over your face” Barbatos was smirking

He could have stopped this but I mean who doesn’t love a bit of excitement

Diavolo looked at himself through his camera phone and turned bright red

He just walked in to a meeting with a bunch of elders lipstick smudged all over his face

I mean the man jinxed himself, he wanted you to paint a picture

He quickly than realised something, why be embarrassed, these geezers should know he’s in an active relationship and he doesn’t care for their opinion

He wiped off most of the marks but left one on his neck for them to know he enjoyed himself, reminding them they took him from his enjoying moment

He walked right back into that board room with his signature smile and laugh and continued with pure confidence

You later found out and was so embarrassed but that thought was quickly swept away and Diavolo said he wanted to wear your love all the time

Damn sorry I got carried away with Diavolo’s

Barbatos

They should seriously make a UR+ card of this man ASAP

Okay Barbatos is 24/7 butler so you don’t always get time with him

BUT... you had a plan to get his attention today

You had bought a new lipstick that you knew would be to Barbatos’s liking

You had went to the castle for tea but you just wanted to get Barbatos (Sorry Diavolo we kinda used you as pawn today)

You had come to the castle in a new outfit that made you look stunning

You already are stunning lovely this outfit just made you God’s competition. Simeon have to step up his game

Okay so you enter the castle giving a small kiss to your boyfriend and saying Hi to Diavolo

Barbatos quickly saw your new lipstick and outfit and man had to hide the small blush on his cheeks

I mean he could’ve known you were going to do this but he still would be blushing

Your chit chat with the two was small as you could Barbatos was watching the way your lips moved or the way you sipped on your cup of tea

He was not subtle in any way today

Wanting to feel your lips on his he reminded Diavolo of some work he had to complete

Barbatos insisted in guiding you to the door and for Diavolo to return to his studies

As Barbatos was leading you out he put his hand on your lower back and said “I see what you’re trying to do my dear. You want me to give you some attention”

Now at the door and facing him you said shyly “Is it working?”

“Mhm” as Barbatos hummed his answer he leaned into you and kissed your lips

But one kiss wouldn’t suffice, he need more

Now pining you against the wall he was holding you

Your kisses started to get more desperate and Barbatos was addicted to to your lips

You were kissing all over his face

His neck, his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, he was lost in the feeling

Being so lost in your loving lips he didn’t hear Diavolo walking down the hallway to ask a question

You both froze when Diavolo stopped talking and was staring at you two

Barbatos quickly pushed you outside and closed door

Was calm and neutral Barbatos embarrassed

He didn’t hear the end of it from Diavolo

However the prince was now reminded he assistant was in a loving relationship and need to give him more time off

Barbatos was trying to explain himself but Diavolo cut him off laughing and saying “Barbatos you should wash your face first before you explain yourself”

He left to wash his face confused but knew why when he saw himself in the mirror

He was tempted to walk out and enter a new timeline

But how could he leave you, he loved you more than any teasing Diavolo could give

Simeon

I could not find a good gif for him so I’ll have to get one of my own for future posts

Okay I know everyone thinks this man is Holy as hell but I think NOT!!!

I mean look at him, look at his angel outfit you can not tell this man isn’t a tease

If he asked I would give him all the kisses he wanted

Okay so you and Simeon were going to go on a nice date in the DevilDom and you decided to wear a new lipstick

I think sometimes this man just throws out all levels of holiness when it comes to your hotness

I mean who would be able to resist your beauty. No one bam!

You and Simeon were going to Ristorante Six for a well deserved date

You two had agreed to meet there, but Simeon had the wind knocked out of him when he saw you

He seriously had to have conversation with Micheal asking why you weren’t an angel

I mean your his angel though soooo

Okay so not only is your outfit jaw dropping he can’t get his eyes of your lips

While you two are eating dinner you remind him that his eyes should be up here, looking at your eyes

While dinner was nice all Simeon wanted to do was kiss you lushes lips

He watched you reapply the lipstick before leaving

He burned the brand name into his head and made sure he would but it again

When finally reaching the house of Lamentation he couldn’t leave without a kiss

So when he received a kiss from you he couldn't get enough

Your small kisses quickly became long and needy

Simeon had you pushed up against the door and was kissing you like there was no tomorrow

You both making sure no spot on your faces were unkissed, the moment had to come to an end as you could someone approaching the door

One last kiss and whisper of a goodbye before Simeon left to go back to Purgatory Hall

When he got home Luke screamed

Poor baby probably doesn’t even know how to make out with anyone

Soloman was smirking and suggested that Simeon go look in the mirror

When he saw himself and he blushed

He had to admit though he looked good wearing your lipstick

Solomon

Okay so this man loves getting handsy and intimate at random moments

Like you could be walking together at RAD and then he’ll just start kissing you and go into an empty classroom

He loves keeping the name of the sneaky and mysterious sorcerer

But behind his little act he just loves kissing you

So when he sees you wearing a new lipstick at RAD he pulls another one of his stunts

However maybe it kinda backfired on him

So you two are talking about a new spell you were working on

I mean the two most powerful sorcerer’s dating makes the most powerful power couple

While you’re talking about one ingredient you can’t seem to prepare right you find yourself suddenly pinned against a classroom door

His hands are at your hips and his lips are mere inches away

He’s looking at your lips and asks “Is this a new lipstick”

“Ugh, yeah it is. Do you like it?”

Solomon wasn’t usually this bold or so revealing in the halls

He responds with the gears in this already wanting to kiss you “I love it”

He already has his lips on you and he’s hoisted your legs around his waist

Opening the classroom door and closing it behind him, he places you on the desk turning your light kisses into a hard make out session

Your lips trailing everywhere from his lips to his neck to his forehead

After almost trying to see who could go without air for the longest you two heard the bell rings and quickly separated going to your different classes

Solomon had ran into Asmo and he got a handful of questions from him

Solomon was confused but than it him, he must be wearing MC’s lipstick all over his face

“Ahh, you and MC getting real bold at school Solomon” Asmo loved the tea on your relationship

Solomon’s pride didn’t falter and just said “We did an experiment and that was it”

He walked away smirking

What a sneaky bastard

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nanagoswife · 3 years

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Noticing You, Noticing Me

Summary: You're the daughter of King Organa, but many outside of your kingdom don't know you. Your brothers Anakin and Varlo are the ones who are in the spotlight. Then your father holds a celebration in your kingdom for many others to attend. Will a certain someone notice you there?

W/C: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, fighting, light angst

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A knock sounded at your door.

“I didn’t know you were expecting anyone,” your eldest brother, Anakin said with a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes as you went to answer the door, “You know exactly who it is. This time, can you at least pull yourself together long enough to not drool over her before you leave.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he adjusted his position on his chair. “I’m afraid, little sis, that would be impossible with how close I am to marrying her.”

Once again you rolled your eyes before greeting your best friend, Padmé.

Anakin and Padmé had been together for as long as you could remember. It was a wonder that it took this long for them to get married. Yet, they still aren’t. Their wedding isn’t going to take place for nearly a year from now.

To your surprise, you were met by a very annoyed look on your friend’s face which immediately filled you with concern.

Before you could ask what happened, Padmé answered for you.

“Varlo is a right piece of shit,” she said angrily.

Although you couldn’t see, you knew Anakin had straightened in his seat as he listened. The smallest thing that happened to his fiancé tended to always throw him into an immediate protective mode. Well, that happened with whoever he was extremely close to.

“What did he do this time?” you asked as you guided her into the room. Varlo, your other older brother, had a tendency to be a bit of a pain. Although the two of you were super close, he could sometimes go too far. Especially when it came to people other than you and Anakin. The only person he didn’t mess with was any of the guard or your father, Bail Organa.

Your friend plopped down on the sofa beside Anakin’s chair with a sigh.

“Nothing today really,” she said, sighing once again. “Just playing games that I don’t have the energy to deal with today.”

“Would you like me to talk to him,” Anakin cut in, taking Padmé’s hand and gently massaging it. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, ready to go find Varlo to set him straight. You had to stop yourself from chuckling.

Padmé only shook her head, meeting Anakin’s gaze. Right then, was when you rolled your eyes for the millionth time as he did exactly what you asked him not to.

Clearing your throat, you took your place beside your friend.

“Anakin, didn’t you say you would meet Ahsoka, Sir Fisto and Sir Koon at the training grounds?”

An alarmed look took over your brother’s expression.

“Oh no. What time is it? They’re going to kill me if I’m late again.”

Both you and Padmé looked at each other with looks of amusement as Anakin shot out of his chair. After he gave her a quick kiss goodbye, he fled the room. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he ran to the training grounds.

The two of you burst into laughter once the door had closed.

“You’re marrying that,” you said through your laughter.

“True, but you’ve dealt with that your whole life. He’ll still be your problem.”

Padmé’s statement threw you into another fit of laughter.

Once the two of you had calmed down once again, you turned in your seat. She mirrored you.

“So, what brings you here today other than obviously wanting to be in the presence of the best person in the world?”

She beamed and looked as if she wanted to tease, until some sort of realization came over her. “Have you not yet heard?”

Confusion filled you. “Heard what?”

“About King Organa’s celebration at the castle next week. Has he not yet told you?”

You shook your head. “Anakin and I have been here all morning. So was Varlo for most of it.”

A look of understanding came over her. She knew how close you and your brothers were. So much so that the three of you would always find days where you would all spend time with each other. Whether it be in one room or going out to a nearby village to have some fun.

“I heard that King Qui-Gon Jinn and his son, Prince Obi-Wan Kenobi would be attending. There’s also…” Padmé trailed off when she saw your far off gaze. “Y/N?”

“Padmé, you know no one will notice me. Hardly anybody knows I exist. So many think my brothers are the only children of my father,” you replied as you felt your throat tighten. Although you tried not to think about it, it was still painful.

Padmé moved closer to you and took your hand with a caring smile.

“The only thing that matters is that we care for you. The people in the villages care about you and all the good you do for them and helping the poor. If other kingdoms don’t see you because they only see your brothers, who cares? Anakin and Varlo love you. Your father loves you. And you have me.”

You gave your friend a grateful smile. She always knew how to cheer you up, and this was no exception. Every time you felt like you would never be noticed, she always reminded you of how you were. Deep down, you knew you were. Other than your family and close friends, you also had people like Ahsoka, or Snips as Anakin likes to call her, and others like Rex, the head of the royal guard, and Sir Kit Fisto and Sir Plo Koon. Not to mention the multitude of guards that you were friends with. Especially Fives and Echo.

The more you thought of it, the bigger you smiled.

“See,” Padmé started as she squeezed your hand, “there you go. Your kingdom loves you.”

Before anymore could be said, another knock rang out through the room. When you answered, your father was there.

Looking over your shoulder, he chuckled, “I see you already found out about next week.”

“I did.”

When you looked over at your friend she couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. She tried her best to let your father, the king, be the one to give you the news of these things, but she usually got to you first.

You knew, though, that your father preferred it. He was busy enough so it was nice for him to save some time.

“I also wanted to tell you that the first guests will start arriving six days from now.”

For a moment you thought to yourself. “Father, that’s the day I said I would go to the Naboo village to assist in the set up of a small festival.”

Although it was true, your father knew of your true intentions. It’s not that you didn’t like greeting parties, but you knew you would most likely be looked over. So, in your mind, what was the point?

You were expecting your father to try and reason with you, but a sympathetic look came over him as he smirked.

“Alright, my sweet. At least promise me to tell Anakin-”

You opened your mouth to interject but he raised a hand to silence you.

“You get to tell him. Not only that, but you must also promise me to come to the ball that will be held.”

A smile crossed your lips at the mention of a ball. It was always a time where you and your brothers and Padmé could really have fun. Most of the night you and Varlo would dance together while you stole a couple dances with Anakin. If you weren’t dancing, you were with Padmé. Sometimes the two of you would sneak off and she would tell you of the gossip she had heard. Balls were events you hardly ever dreaded.

“It’s a deal then?” your father asked as you reminisced in the memories.

You smiled brightly as you caught a glimpse of your friend who still sat on the sofa. “Deal.”

“Come now, my prince. I heard that King Organa has a daughter,” Cody, Obi-Wan’s best friend and protector, said as they sparred.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Do you really think I’m that desperate?”

Dodging his opponent’s strike, he was able to push Cody back far enough to where they were circling each other, looking for an opening. It was nearly impossible as the two have sparred with each other for so long that they knew every move the other was going to make before they could even act. This left this period of time to be dragged out as they used it to catch their breath, wiping sweat away from their eyes.

“Desperate? No. But you never know.”

“I wasn’t even aware that King Organa had a daughter,” Obi-Wan said as he finally broke the still moment.

Cody laughed, “Not many do. Not when you have two famous brothers like Anakin and Varlo overshadowing you.”

The two stayed silent for a moment as they fought each other off. Each block and strike being made with precision that drew the fight out longer.

“I guess you have a point,” Obi-Wan grunted out as he locked his sword with Cody’s, bringing them face to face.

“She does amazing things for her kingdom too. It’s a shame that no one pays attention to any of it.”

Obi-Wan felt a slight sense of guilt fill him. It only built as Cody explained more of what you’ve done for your people. How had he never heard of you? Why were none of your accomplishments well known in other kingdoms?

He got so lost in thought that he left an opening for Cody. Being the talented fighter that he is, he took it, throwing Obi-Wan to the ground and pointing his blunted sword to Obi-Wan’s throat.

“Are you sure ‘desperate’ isn’t the right word?”

“More like entranced, my friend,” Obi-Wan said with a fond smile at the commander.

Cody rolled his eyes before offering a hand to the prince. “I should mention her more often if it means I’ll win.”

Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, Obi-Wan turned to put away his training gear. Now thinking that the trip to your kingdom may not be too bad after all.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Stray Kids Reaction | Going All Out For Pride Month [Request]

Stray Kids x GN!Reader

A/N: I’ve never been to pride month despite being apart of the LGBTQ+ 🥺 So you’ll have to bare with me if things aren’t spot on, I wanted to get them as different from one another as possible xx Hopefully if Lockdown is lifted I can go to this years, my favourite Drag queen is going to be at the event closest to me!!

CHAN:

As soon as Chan walked into the dorms he was greeted with the smell of baked goods flowing through the entire apartment as well as giggles and laughter coming from the kitchen.

"Babe?" He called out as he realised one of the voices he could hear was yours, he placed his work stuff down in the hallway and headed into the kitchen where he saw you and Felix standing together at the table. Both of you were covered in icing sugar, flour and who knew what else.

"Hi baby, you're home early," You greeted him as you walked over to him, leaning forward to kiss him carefully since your hands were covered in food dye.

"What have you two been up to?" Chan chuckled as he looked down at the table to see that it was covered in baked goods all decorated with rainbows on them.

"Baking for Pride. We're going to take them to work tomorrow," Felix announced proudly as he picked up one of the rainbow cupcakes for Chan to try. It was a recipe you had been working on perfecting all month wanting it to be right for Pride month. It was a simple confetti cake only with more sprinkles and rainbow icing on the top.

"This is amazing," Chan moaned out as soon as he bit into the cake, you smiled brightly hugging him tightly as he wrapped his arms around your body embracing you not caring that he was getting covered in ingredients.

"I'm proud of you," He told you as he followed you further into the kitchen, watching as you wash your hands off.

"Proud of me?" You asked, confused as to where this was all coming from but Chan just wrapped his arms around you, placing his head in your neck and kissing your shoulder softly.

"Proud of you for being open about your sexuality and happy about it. It's nice to see you this happy," He smiled again before kissing your shoulder and heading off for a shower.

MINHO:

For the last week leading up to the start of pride month, you and Minho had been hunting for every single decoration you could potentially find. Together you were decorating the entire apartment you shared with one another, having flags in the windows, a flag on your front door as well as a doormat that announced that you were out and proud.

"Perfect!" Minho said as he clapped his hands together, looking at the flag you had just put in the window of your apartment, smiling as you came out to join him to take a look.

"It's not too much?" You questioned, you had been worried he would think all of the decorating and going all out to celebrate would be too much but you couldn't have been further from the truth.

"It's not enough." He whispered as he chuckled softly, he was proud of you for being out and proud about who you were and he would do everything to make sure you knew that.

"Well Felix is baking those cupcakes with Chan's partner, we can steal some tomorrow when they take them to work." Minho told you as you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly happy that your boyfriend was proud of you just like you were.

CHANGBIN:

It had been Changbin's idea to throw a party for Pride month, nothing too big but something with some close friends and family to come along to in celebration of Pride. Changbin had gone all out on everything, ordering decorations months in advance, hiring professional caterers to provide some food fit for Pride. He knew how much celebrating your sexuality and being proud to be yourself meant to you and he wanted to do everything in his power to show you he was the same. Supporting you in any way that he could.

"Changbin, this is insane," You laughed as you joined his side, the party had been amazing so far everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were some games in the living room, music in the kitchen where all of the food was, it was incredible to see how much thought and effort Changbin had put into this.

"Anything for my babe," He whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist and took you into the living room, watching as Seungmin and Jisung attempted to play beer pong together both of them failing to even get one ball into the cups.

"You guys suck," You laughed picking up one of the ping bong balls, throwing one ball and getting straight into Seungmin's cup,

"Drink up pup," You called out happily as you returned to Changbin, getting a kiss on the cheek as he began leading you through the party again.

HYUNJIN:

The whole thing was Hyunjin's idea, since lockdown was still in effect the two of you couldn't go to parties or pride parade's since most of them had been cancelled. Instead, Hyunjin gave you the idea of supporting LGBTQ+ artists, going out to purchase books, artwork and other items from creators who were a part of the LGBTQ+ community. Ending up in owning so many books neither you nor Hyunjin had space for them but it didn't matter, you were just happy you could still celebrate and take part in Pride month despite there being a worldwide pandemic happening around you both.

"You need to read this one next," You said as you showed Hyunjin the book you had just finished, he glanced up from his copy of "Red, White and Royal blue" and smiled as he nodded.

"Only if you read this one," You agreed with him, switching books as soon as he finished letting him read Carry On which you had just finished.

JISUNG:

When you asked Jisung to attend a pride parade with you, you had no idea he would be as excited as he was until the day. He'd picked you up at your apartment and he was dressed to the nines in rainbows, sporting a bag which he said had an outfit for you.

"I didn't know if you had a flag so I got you one," He said as he pulled out a flag you could wrap around your body to walk around the parade with and he smiled. Jumping up and down as he waited for you to get changed, he was excited about going to his first pride parade and had been doing research on what would be happening and what he could look forward to.

"I saw that one of your favourite drag queens is going to be at one of the bars local to the parade, shall we head inside and see if we can meet them?" He quizzed you as you headed into the streets where everyone was out in full pride gear, smiling and cheering in celebration.

"Sure!" You yelled out over the music, taking his hand in yours as you both headed out for the day full of fun activities.

FELIX:

It would be your first pride month since coming out and Felix wanted to do something with you to celebrate but he wasn't sure what there was to do. He'd done a bunch of research leading up to the month and found out there were some workshops happening in the town centre so he booked you both in for a few of them. The first one was a t-shirt workshop where you would both design your own pride shirts and then get to wear them home.

"This is more fun then I imagined," You laughed as you looked up from your paper, you'd been designing four t-shirts but Felix was still struggling on his first one. He figured designing a t-shirt would be fun and easy but it was proving to be harder than he thought to come up with a design for the front of his shirt.

"Here, babe." You laughed moving closer to your boyfriend and taking his hands in yours, he closed his eyes and you smiled.

"Take a deep breath, relax...It's just a shirt...A shirt you want to wear, whatever you want on the front to express yourself on it..." He nodded along with everything you were saying and as soon as you let go of his hands he began drawing designs down, smiling at himself when he pulled away from the paper to show you his idea. A small pride flag embroidered into the top left of the shirt and on the back was all of the different flags that were part of the LGBTQ+ with the quote, "I'm an ally," above them.

"Perfect." You told him as you leant forward to kiss his lips softly.

SEUNGMIN:

You'd been in Korea since lockdown began which meant flying home wasn't an option, you were going to miss out on Pride and Seungmin knew how much it meant to you so he decided to surprise you. He'd gone out shopping while you were in the dorms one day and he bought a bunch of arts and craft items, canvases, paint and more.

"What's all this?" You questioned as you walked into the kitchen one morning to see Seungmin getting everything ready for you both, two blank canvases on the table as he stared up at you.

"Since we can't go out for Pride and you can't go home I figured we could celebrate our own way." Your mouth fell open as you stared at him, smiling happily as you walked over to hug him tightly.

"We can make our own flags, I also go a bunch of LGBTQ+ Movies that we can watch while we're painting." He explained everything he had planned for the day, even if it wasn't a party of parade it was perfect. Getting to celebrate with someone who loved you and was proud of you in every sense of the word.

JEONGIN:

"What are you doing?" You laughed softly as Jeongin kept his hands over your eyes, leading you through the park he'd brought you too. He'd told you he had something special planned for the day but that was all he told you before bringing you here.

"You'll see, sit," He chuckled as he knelt own on a blanket, letting you sit down in front of him, once you were comfortable he slowly lifted his hands from your eyes and you gasped out. The boys were all in the park with you, small pride flags painted on each of their cheeks, surrounding you all was a picnic blanket with food. The blanket was a huge rainbow flag and you let out another happy gasp, turning to Jeongin who was having a flag painted onto his cheek.

"You're next," He laughed as he caught you staring at him. It was just the other night that you were telling him about how upset you were about not getting to celebrate Pride month back home with friends and he knew he had to do something special for you in order to make you feel happy again.

"Felix and Seungmin had been baking all night. Minho and Jisung went out and got everything ready this morning when I came for you." You inched closer to your boyfriend, laying your head down on his shoulder as you thanked him for everything.

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theangrycomet-art · 2 years

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Study Buddies.

Randy acquires Debbie’s help in pulling up his grades and in identifying the Ninja. But right now their focusing on History.

MISMASKED AU LORE DUMP BELOW CUT:

I know the show is literally called “9th Grade Ninja” but it feels like the plot took place over two years from the episodes we got so that’s what I’m doing here.

This takes around the start of sophomore post Randy’s summer growth spurt. Or as he liked to call it, the “totally NOT worth the Months of Agony 5 inches of Height”.

Having destroyed the last of his hoodie stash in last semester, Randy has taking to wearing his mom’s old leather jacket instead. The fingerless gloves are from his 30S2Mth gear. Cover’s up the burns on the back of his hands he got from a fight with the Ninja and McFists’ bots when his glove got snatched (they were attempting to get fingerprints).

Debbie may or may not have figured out that Randy’s the Samurai at this point, but she doesn’t want to blow his cover because

A) The Samurai is only a recent thing, so finding out their Identity isn’t nearly as interesting as finding the Ninjas

B) If Randy’s cover’s blown than Norrisville’s has only the Ninja for defense and he has made it VERY clear in the last year that he doesn’t take his job seriously

C) She found out when he was knocked conscious defending to student body against the Sorceress. Since she found out on an extreme fluke, she didn’t feel it was fair.

D) The only evidence she has is circumstantial

E) She’s pretty sure Theresa would kill her if she put her crush in THAT bad of a spot.

Randy isn’t really happy about her knowing, but it’s nice to have someone to talk about the Samurai thing besides Brent. He likes the guy, but the upperclassman can be scary af.

Howard is (as usual) no where to be found, despite Randy’s efforts to try and get his friend to answer the phone/ actually care about his grades. This probably is a good thing because we all know how well Randy and Howard study together. Plus, Debbie just leaves the minute Howard tries to flirt with her.

Compulsory heteronormativity is plaguing the boy and annoying Debbie is a good distraction from his actual growing crush.

He’s actually managed to rise up in the ranks of popularity, both as the ninja as himself. Between his people skills and the gossip he manages to gather during his time as the ninja, people want to hear what he has to say.

Howard and Randy were able to catch up more over the summer. With no one in the school for the sorcerer to stank and no one being in enough despair to be with extending his reach farther, the Sorcerer’s in his annual summer funk. Meanwhile McFist is enjoying his summer with his family so no active robots hunting the Ninja down.

Both boys still don’t realize their best friend is also their rival, despite the increasingly obvious evidence. (Howard taking on the smell of the stink bombs, the INSANE amount of weapons stashed around Randy’s room, various scars popping up that each refuse to explain, especially with Randy).

It was nice, and they ended up spending it how they spend most summers- playing video games. Randy would have spent more time training but growing pains were royally kicking his ass.

There were days he couldn’t even hold the controller. When it was really bad he just schloomped into the Nomicon to goof off/ train.

BUT things were getting better until school started, when both parties began to bail on the other once again, much to their frustration.

Brent ends up hearing the brunt of this on Randy’s side, despite his best efforts. “DAMMIT CUNNINGHAM, I’M YOUR SWORD SMITH NOT YOUR THERAPIST!” Though he will admit it’s weird, considering they were attached at the hip from what he knew.

#RC9GN #Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja #Mismasked AU #AU Lore #Howard Weinerman 9th Grade Ninja #Randy Cunningham #Debbie Kang #TheAngryComet ART #AngryComet Rambles #WIP #Howard Weinerman

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warnings: mentioned experiments on people

genre: fantasy au, royal au, super powers au

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summary: The apparent calm that reigns in Neo City breaks into million pieces when some members of the Neos find an outsider laying unconscious in the wood. After that, everything they know stops making sense. Menace from the past come back, while they have to rule on their city knowing that the menace of Simon’s dictatorial power is closer day by day. The past they never dared to face will wash over them like impetuous waves. The present is filled with doubts, regrets and the mystery of the lost memories of the nameless girl. The future is even more uncertain.

Can you break the chain with your past even if it’s running in your bloodstream?

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a/n: things written in italics in the last part are the videos playing

“What’s bugging you?” Johnny’s voice filled the silence of the morning, waking Ten from his state of mindless daydreaming.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, intertwining their legs under the bedsheets. He knew it was wrong, all of this, the terrible decision to stay there the whole night, fuck his body for collapsing right after they were done, and not leaving even now. Worst of it all was Johnny and his stupid need to always have a conversation.

“You’re thinking about something, what is it?” Johnny tried again as his hands played with Ten’s long black hair. He wanted to move away but had no strength. It was nice. Wrong, but warm, and safe. He could let himself go for once, right? It didn’t mean anything anyway.

“It’s a job thing,” Ten mumbled, he really didn’t want to talk, especially about it.

“Oh, that’s why you came here rushing yesterday, you had to unwind,” he snickered.

“I’m getting the fuck up if you start this,” Ten warned, side-eyeing him.

“Fine, I won’t. But, is it really a job thing?”

“Ugh, yes! Well, no. Listen I don’t know anymore, okay? I don’t know where the line between work, family, and friendship starts and where it ends. The more we know, the more confused I get and you know how much I hate it,” Ten snapped. All the aspects of their lives just lined up with each other, how could he tell them apart?

“I don’t want to think, I just want to shut my brain and don’t think,” he confessed. He was smart, witty, he had a great mind, but sometimes he hated it all too much. When his brain would start to overthink, to work a thousand miles an hour just to get nowhere, it was all too much. And much to his disappointment, Johnny was the only one that could shut it up. He had no idea if it was for the anger and the hate that would just take over any other rational part of him, or if the sex was that good, but his brain would always shut. The only problem? His heart would turn on a little. More than he liked, more than he wanted.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to push your gears,” Johnny said, pulling the duvet higher to cover Ten’s shoulder from the air.

“You couldn’t know,” Ten reassured. And Johnny wanted to point it out but didn’t. He was always terrified that a biggest step would scare him off, one small thing and puff, Ten was out of his reach again. And yes, this game was funny sometimes but it was also tiring, and painful. Because Johnny still loved him and seeing just cold or greed behind the eyes that used to look at him with pure love was heartbreaking.

“I need a break,” the younger whispered, his fingertips dancing on Johnny’s chest to the silent music that was only playing in his head.

“Take a day off then, I’m sure Taeil and Doyoung can cope with that for a day.”

“Let’s go to ‘Dal teatro’ and eat something together,” Ten proposed, almost as if he didn’t listen to a single word of what the older said.

“Are you talking to me?” Johnny asked, pointing at himself with his finger.

Ten raised his head to look at him. “Duh, you’re the only one in the room, who the hell I’m supposed to be talking to?” He affirmed and then rested his head back where it was. “You can be really dumb sometimes,” he said, pinching his skin.

“Hey!” He yelped, both for the comment and the unexpected pinch. “You usually don–”

“I know what I do or don’t. I feel like I can stand you a little bit longer today,” he interrupted Johnny before he could go on. If he reminded him what his rules were he probably would’ve changed his mind again.

“Do we need to go now or...?”

“No, let’s stay like this for some more,” Ten whispered, his eyes fluttering shut again as he nuzzled closer to Johnny.

And Johnny was sure that Ten could hear his heart beating loud in his chest but he couldn’t slow it down, just like he could wipe off the child-like smile that painted his face. He knew that if Ten would’ve raised his head he would’ve mouthed a ‘Ew, gross’ but he couldn’t care. He was happy, like a child looking at their first snow. For once Ten was pushing him away, and it didn’t matter if by the end of the day everything would’ve gone back to the normal, for once he was holding him in his arms and they would’ve gone out on a date, or whatever it was, and that was all he had wished for.

It was an illusion of happiness, but his whole life had been like this, and he could only take that and savour it like the sweetest dessert.

Yuta was mysterious, always staying at the side, only taking up the right space he needed to survive and never crossing the lines.

He had always been like that, to be honest, but now, looking at him better, Anastasia could see what everybody was talking about. He somehow closed himself more in the shell he had built himself to protect the others for who he feared he would become.

And Anastasia couldn’t blame him, all of them had that kind of fear lingering in their bones. They couldn’t escape from it, no matter how much they wanted to. It was running in their bloodstream, and that was a weight they would have to carry with them forever. But it had to stop with them.

They couldn’t hide the shit under the rug, not anymore. They had to face their demons and this time put an end to all of them. And for some reason, she felt that she had to start with Yuta. In the end, he was the one that had the biggest prize to pay for all of this and she was more than sure he wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

“If you keep staring at me you won’t get what you want, you know?” He teased, turning around to face her while he grabbed the knife that bounced back at him with his right hand.

“I know, I was waiting for you to finish,” she said, walking toward him with a small smile on her face.

“You shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous,” he said, taking off his leather gloves and placing the knives he had been throwing on the table.

“It’s the only place where I can catch you. You’re like a phantom every time you’re not training,” she remembered him.

He snickered, and run a hand through his, now long black, hair.

“I’ve heard a few, but phantom it’s new. You still have a raging fantasy.”

“Seems so,” she shrugged.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle at the side of the ring.

“I need your help,” she said right away.

“My help?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

The girl nodded, humming lowly.

“And for what?”

“We have to put an end to this and to do that we have to find a book that my mom left us, it should be somewhere in our old cabin in the woods but I can’t go alone.”

“And why me? Can’t you go with Sungchan?”

Anastasia sighed. “Why not?”

“I’m not the best choice, I’m just good with this. Sungchan is way better with guns.”

“How do you feel about your parents?”

Yuta’s fist clenched at her words. “What does that have to do with the book?”

“I asked you something, answer me.”

“What do you want me to say? How I’d like to burn my skin off of my body so that not a single cell on me has been touched by them? Or how I hate seeing my last name on every document, remembering me that I can’t run away from them because it will always be attached to me. How my fucking blood almost killed all of us and took you away from us and made you live in hell for years?”

“You are not them. You weren't the one doing those things,” she replied, but he simply snickered as a reply.

“We are nothing but a damned dynasty,” he added, staring straight into her eyes.

Anastasia smiled. “Then, would like to break this chain with me?”

Yuta’s eyes looked up in a swift movement, at the start he didn’t get her smug smile but then he released. Once again, in all the darkness, she was the one that wanted to find the light. She came back to put an end to the old chapter of their lives that never got finished. And this time, she wanted to win.

And to do that, there was only one way. Cut their ties with Simon and their parents and leave the past right where it was supposed to be, in the past.

And Yuta knew they had to act swiftly and find a way soon.

“I’ll break this chain with you.”

“This is the freaking worst weather possible we could’ve chosen to come to get this thing,” Mark mumbled, walking on the rocks trying to avoid the mud on the path caused by the rainstorms of the last days.

“It’s not like we could choose,” Jeno answered as he tried to avoid sliding and end up with his face in the mud. He rolled his eyes to the sky, he somehow always got the worst kind of mission when he had to train on the experience, the last time he went out he rescued an almost that girl and now this.

“Oh shut up, you did worst,” Yuta said, rolling his eyes.

Anastasia was silent, not really in the mood to say something. Maybe Sicheng and Doyoung were right when they said she should’ve stayed at home. She never put a foot out of the walls of the city after she arrived there and now, being on the outside triggered in her a feeling of anxiety. Not that she was recognizable, with a brown straight wig and covered from head to toe, but she was still afraid something would happen. Not even knowing that Johnny and the whole team were checking up the security cams all around the outside of the city put her at ease. And, to be honest, she agreed with Mark, they picked the worst day ever to go out.

It was morning, yet the sky was filled with dark clouds that menaced the nth rainstorm of the week. The wind wasn’t blowing but the air felt so dry that it was hard to breathe. The smell of the rain was so strong that it was overshadowing every other scent of the woods.

“Are you okay?” Yuta asked, reaching the girl that was slightly headed of them, leaving Jeno and Mark a little behind them, talking between themselves.

Anastasia nodded, and crossed her arms around her body, trying to protect herself from the cold.

“Do you want another jacket?” The man asked, taking note of her movement.

“No, I’m good.”

Yuta nodded in silence.

“We are almost there, actually,” He then added, to try to fill the silence between them. Not because it was awkward, but he didn’t like the woods when they were quiet, life had thought him that in silence hides the scariest dangers. And not even Johnny calming him from the auricolare could convince him that everything was going to succeed.

“Are you sure it’s still there?” Anastasia asked as they took a turn to the right, taking the smaller path that would’ve led them to their old cabinet.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if we’re going to find something,” he admitted. It had been years nobody entered that place, and to start with it wasn’t a real house, so he feared that atmospheric conditions could’ve damaged it.

But they were quite surprised to see that it was still intact and from the outside, it looked pretty decent.

The small house was now covered in ivy and the wood was clearly worn out but it was still standing up, with intact glasses and an untouched roof.

“Do we all get in?” Jeno asked, coming to a stop behind the two.

“No, you and Mark wait outside under the porch. If the chairs still take your weight you can sit there,” Yuta answered as he started walking towards the house, not waiting for them to answer.

“How do we open the door?” Anastasia said, remembering they didn’t bring the keys.

“I have it, Jaehyun still had it somewhere,” Yuta said, pulling the keys out of his pocket. One click and the door opened.

They both coughed as they stepped in, the dust that got collected on the surface flying around.

“It smells terribly bad,” Yuta whined as he held his nose with one hand as the other waved in front of his eyes to move away the dust. “I hope you already know where to look for it,” he added, looking at her.

She smiled and then bit her lips. “Mh, actually, no.”

“Goddamn, we’re not getting out of here soon,” he exclaimed.

“I’ll be fast,” she said, starting to look around the house.

“We have to light some candles first, the light coming from outside is not enough,” Yuta changed the subject and made its way to some old candles that were still there to light them up.

Meanwhile, Anastasia tried to recollect more memories about something her mom said to her but the only thing she could remember was that the book was there, hidden somewhere.

“Why don’t you go look in the small library we had upstairs?” Yuta suggested after watching her wandering back and forth for five minutes and still not finding anything.

“It can’t be there, it would be too obvious. She told me she hid it somewhere here.”

“Couldn’t she be more specific? We don’t have time to play Sherlock Holmes.”

“At least she told you the name, right?” He asked.

“It doesn’t have a name. It’s like a book in a book, but I don’t remember the title of it.”

“Then shouldn’t we start looking at the books upstairs?”

“Yeah, let’s try.”

“We looked at all the books twice, where the hell it is!” Yuta exclaimed letting his body fall against the wooden furniture. They had been there for an hour by now, and he was starting to feel that it was all a joke to make them go crazy.

“We missed something. I’m sure she left a key,” Anastasia huffed, running her hand on her face in desperation.

“No page of these books talks about dreams, they’re all novels.”

Anastasia sighed but then something hit her. “Wait!”

“What now?” Yuta cried out.

“Help me keep the mattress up.”

“Under the bed? Really?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked up and down at her.

“There should be a small hatch, I’m sure she put it there.”

“Fine,” Yuta said, getting up to lift the mattress so that she could access the hatch.

“Where?” Yuta asked when nothing could be seen on the pavement.

“It slides, it should be...” She mumbled as she tried to reach it with her arm between the slats of the bed. “Here!” She screamed once she found it.

“Great, another box,” he groaned when he saw what was inside. “What’s written there?”

“In somnis veritas,” Anastasia read the writing on the box out loud.“It’s there!”

“How do you even know?”

“Well, somnis is dreams, and if I’m not wrong it should mean 'in dreams there’s truth’, and isn't it what we're looking for?”

“Wouldn’t that be too obvious?”

Anastasia shrugged. “Maybe, but who would’ve looked there? Let me open it.”

“Fantastic, there’s everything but a book,” Yuta exclaimed when she opened the box and they saw what was inside and he almost let the mattress drop.

“Tapes? Who records on this anymore?” She whispered, utterly confused as she grabbed one and turned it in her hands.

“There are also letters,” Yuta noted. “Why don’t you just pull it out so I can let this down?”

“Sure.”

“Wait,” she said once the box was out. “There’s a book.” She noticed and grabbed it, moving the dust on top of it, but nothing was written on it, still, it was a book. “Maybe it’s there.”

But before Yuta could answer, his earpiece ringed. “Jeno?” He said, trying to talk to him.

“It’s starting to rain and Johnny let me know that a huge storm is coming, we have to go back.” The boy warned them, shutting the communication down.

“Let’s take all of this with us and pray it’s enough,” Yuta said to Anastasia pointing at the box and she nodded.

“There’s Anika outside,” Liv announced, entering Doyoung’s office after knocking

“Uh? Why? The meeting office is downtown not here,” Doyoung said, closing the papers he was looking at to stare at the woman in front of him.

“I don’t think she’s here for a citizen problem,” Liv said, rocking back and forth on her tiptoes.

“Then why she’s here?” He questioned, brow furrowed.

“Don’t know.” Liv raised her shoulders.

“Who let her in the first place?” Doyoung muttered.

“She’s not a criminal, duh.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but there are rules to follow and we won’t let her do what she wants just because we know her.”

“Maybe it’s urgent, let her in. You’re not doing anything anyway.”

Doyoung glared at her but then nodded in defeat.

Liv jumped at the victory and disappeared for a brief moment just to come back again with their old friend at the side.

“Hi, Doyoung,” she greeted, walking toward the desk. “Sorry for showing up out of the blue.”

“Yeah,” was the only thing he could say. It had been quite some time since they actually had seen each other. He wasn’t used to going to her father’s bar as often as the other in the first place, but now with his busier life, he couldn’t even pass by late in the afternoon to just grab something to eat. So it was strange to see her after so long.

Her short black hair where now long and wavy, her brown eyes were lined by a long line of eyeliner and her lips were tinted with a dark brown lipstick. She completely turned into a woman even if her style, a big yellow sweater inside her mom jeans and her pair of gym shoes, made her look like a teenager.

“Have a seat,” Doyoung smiled, pointing at the chair in front of him, just to side-eye Liv who decided to take the spot next to her without invitation, giggling like a child.

“Oh, it’s fine, she can stay,” Anika assured, smiling.

“Fine,” Doyoung exhaled, adjusting his suit and sitting once again on his chair. “So, what brought you here?”

“Okay, I know this might sound absurd and random but I did think this through, and actually it had been lingering in my mind since forever,” she started explaining.

And Doyoung already wasn’t liking this.

“Then the other night I saw Yoonoh and Sungchan and I talked a lot with him and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Is this a proposal? I don’t know how to get to Sungchan you –”

“Oh no, no, it’s serious. Please, let me finish.”

Doyoung simply nodded.

“I want to join the fighters.”

“You want to do what!” Doyoung screamed, eyes wide and mouth open. This was definitely worst than her coming at him to ask for advice to date Sungchan.

“I know it sounds absurd but,”

“No, you’re wrong, it doesn’t sound absurd, it is absurd. Why would you even want to do that?”

“Please, I already know how to fight!”

“Listen, I love you but no. This is a family business, we can’t let nobody else in.”

“But we know her,” Liv intervened.

Doyoung turned around to look at her straight in the eyes. “Not now.”

“I know what’s going on. Sungchan can’t keep his mouth shut when he’s drunk.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him.”

“Please,” Anika was basically almost begging at this point.

“But if you know, why would you do it? We are going to risk it all and this is not even about you.”

“I know that your lives have been a living hell but I also need to feel something that is for me. I don’t want to work at the bar and my value is not only in raising children that I didn’t put in this world. I love my siblings with all of my heart but I have to prove to my father that I’m more than the mother they never had.”

Doyoung sighed. “And what if you die?”

“Wouldn’t I risk it anyway?” She asked, hinting at the possibility of Simon attacking the city at any moment.

“No, we are working on a plan that will evacuate all the citizens and put the people at safe.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Oh God, and what if you’ll die in this fight that is not yours?”

“But it is! If Simon wins it will be over for all of us, not only you.”

“We don’t know if you’re strong enough. And we are in a delicate situation with Anastasia, we don’t have time and we can’t look after you,” Doyoung explained as he massaged his temples.

“Maybe more people would help us,” Liv whispered.

“Excuse me?” He snapped.

“She is a close friend of some of us, and aren’t connections what we need? Who knows, maybe the more we are the easier it will be to connect.”

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair. He didn’t believe that the synchronization of dreams would’ve saved them. But he had no other plan that seemed to be more rational, so at this point, everything he decided seemed useless. If she wanted to die, well, who was he to stop her?

“You’ll have to train longer and tougher than them, you know?”

Anika smiled widely and nodded.

“It’ll be a secret, we don’t want panic to spread around, okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll come here every day, nine to six, with a break for lunch of half an hour and then you’ll go back home. If you’re good Saturday and Sunday will be off.”

Anika nodded and smiled widely.

“Don’t you dare let me down,” he warned her.

The storm was racing outside the palace, with thunders and lighting shaking the ground as the rain violently hit everything it found in the way.

The heavy red curtains were pulled closed, leaving that wildness outside. The living room seemed cosier, as the warm lights were on and a familiar scent of hot chocolate and coffee filled the air. Nobody was in the mood of controlling the stuff they had found in the offices, surrounded by the cold white walls. They wanted to be all together while they found out their destiny. And so they were sitting on the big carpet in front of the fire that was warming up the wide room, with a cup of coffee or chocolate in hand, trying to warm their bodies also from the inside.

“Do you know what these are about?” Taeyong asked, moving towards the box with his upper body to grab the videotapes.

Anastasia shook her head. “Jeno called us right when we found everything, and we didn’t have the machines to watch them anyway,” she explained and then took a sip of the warm liquid in the cup.

“There’s so many of it,” Doyoung noted as he looked inside the wooden box too, taking out the letters and putting them to the side to get a better view of the tapes.

“Why would they film something in that format anyway?” Taeil said, placing the coffee between his legs.

“So that it’s not easy to watch them? Do we even have the player to do that?” Ten asked, turning to Johnny who was sitting at his side on the floor.

“Yes, I brought it up from the old magazine, it should work. Well, I hope so,” Johnny said, turning it on, hoping it would do its job.

“What if my mom converted them so that they couldn’t find it? Videotapes leave no traces, unlike digital and internet files,” Anastasia suggested.

“Yes, that could be. But why would she leave you so many things?” Liv said. It felt strange that they went there to look for a book and found many other possible proofs.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sure this is old stuff?” Jaehyun asked as he turned the tape around for the nth time.

“Yeah, why?” Ana answered.

“The tags on some of this look strangely new compared to others.”

Anastasia reached her hand so that he could pass her the one he was holding to look at it better.

“Maybe they were protected better,” she said.

“Yeah, but some look like they were saved from a fire and some others don’t.” Jaehyun pointed out.

“I think we should just start looking at them so we know what’s inside,” Sungchan said, getting tired of all these suppositions.

“Yeah, I agree,” Taeyong commented. “Johnny, start with this one.”

“I don’t understand how you don’t see what a great opportunity this is,” an old man said, slamming his fist on the table.

“A great opportunity?” Ana’s mother asked in shock. “Using our children as test subjects is a great opportunity?”

“They’ll get in the way, either way.”

“Of course, they will. We are siding with the one we fought so hard to beat, Yongrae.”

“We were young and dumb.”

“We had ideals and I still have them. I didn’t risk my life for this just to go back to Simon!”

“We will be in power.”

Anastasia’s mother laughed. “He won’t let us. He will probably kill all of us and our children too, I don’t want that. I’ll go talk to the other leaders and we’ll beat him, forever.”

“You won’t go anywhere,” he said, slamming the door shut. “We are starting the test on them, and then we’ll decide what to do. Don’t make irrational decisions that you will regret.”

STOP

Taeyong’s fists were closed in a tight hold as he tried hard not to shake and fought the urge to stand up and punch the screen where the video was rolling.

Not a sound was made as they all had their eyes fixated on Taeyong and Anastasia. But they knew damn well that they probably would’ve seen all of their parents on the screen by the end of the night.

“Can you put another one?” Anastasia asked Johnny. “Maybe something more interesting will happen.”

“Yes, immediately.”

“Any idea why they are getting in the way?” Simon asked, sitting at the head of the table, looking at their parents. He stood tall and proud and arrogant, still looking young as if time didn't graze him a bit. The secret of his appearance and age unknown to everybody.

“We are sure it’s just a momentary problem,” Jaehyun’s mother tried to say to calm him down.

“Momentary?” Simon said ironically. “It’s been months, and they won’t stop ruining everything.”

“It’s not –”

“Who’s in charge here?” Simon asked, turning to her.

“You,” the woman whispered, lowering her eyes.

“Good. They need to be stopped. I want you to get rid of them.”

“No!” Ana’s mother screamed, jumping from her seat. “None of our children will get sacrificed for this sick plan.”

“Well, then let’s start with something softer. Let’s break them up,” Simon suggested with a mocking tone full of superiority.

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, you’re right. I won’t. But you will. Let’s start with taking the weakest and torture him.”

“That wasn’t in the initial plan,” Jaehyun’s mom intervened.

“Plans can always change,” Yongrae said, taking Simon's side.

“Jungwoo,” Simon said, not really listening to their useless talks. “I think he will be enough to make them stop.”

“No...” Jungwoo’s mother whispered.

“This wasn’t the plan,” Ana’s mother spat out with a firm voice, resting her palm on the table.

“I don’t care. It’s your daughter that is fucking everything up. Maybe if she wasn’t like this we wouldn’t have to hurt her friends. Her fault for being such a pain in the ass.” Simon laughed and then took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.

“They are just children, you can’t make them pay for something you have against us,” the woman said.

“But you agreed,” Simon reminded them. “Or did I miss something?”

“Not all of us, though,” she replied, looking around, searching for gazes that never met hers.

Simon laughed again. “Looks like you’re the only one who wants to back up. Maybe I should get rid of you.”

Ana’s mother ignored him and turned to the others. “They are your children, your blood. How can you do this to them?”

“If things go as planned we won’t hurt them, Esmeralda,” Yuta’s mother said.

“So we should hurt Jungwoo just because Anastasia and Taeyong are not responding to the experiments?”

“Oh, don’t call them that. You make it sound more tragic than what it is.” Taeyong’s father rolled his eyes.

“Jiwoo,” she started saying, turning to Jungwoo’s mother “Is it more tragic than what we are going to do? How would you describe your son getting tortured? Funny?”

But she didn’t respond.

“It has to be done,” Jungwoo's father said instead.

Esmeralda nodded and then walked towards the door.

“I can’t recognize you anymore,” she said before closing the door.

“I warn you, if she gets in the way, I’ll make every single one of you pay the price. Make her change her mind, or get her out of the way.”

STOP

Anastasia was shaking, her knees pulled close to her chest as she tried to disappear in the big red knitted sweater she was wearing. The more she saw the more she started to think that that dream wasn’t a manipulative memory but a real one. And the pain of never seeing her mother again and not knowing the truth was starting to sink in her. Also, having the confirmation that it was her fault Jungwoo had to go through all of that was more painful than anything. If only she wasn’t like that, maybe all of this would’ve never happened. Jungwoo would be fine, for real, and have a normal life.

She didn’t want to cry, but when Liv’s arms surrounded her in a hug she couldn’t help but let some tears fall.

“They were all okay with this,” Sungchan whispered, it wasn’t anything new, but seeing their parents actually not standing up for them, for their lives, with their eyes was something totally different. A completely new kind of sadness and anger.

Yuta wanted to leave and don’t waste a moment to find his parents and punch them till the only thing they could see was red, but he couldn’t. He had to sit there and wait for them to come to them, and maybe it was better like that. Maybe seeing them crawl to their feet, beg for a forgiveness that would never come, would’ve added a new type of pleasure to all of it.

“We can stop watching,” Ten proposed to Ana but she disagreed.

“I want to look through everything if we’re all okay with it.” And they all were, if they had something to find out, they had to do it right at that moment.

The night went on, with endless tapes of their experiments, the success and the failures, other meetings with Simon, and even some old childhood tapes that somehow hurt more than the other videos.

“Your mother doesn’t appear anymore...” Mark said in a whisper when the most recent recording played, almost as if he was afraid to say it out loud.

“Yep,” she sniffed, resting her head on Liv’s shoulder and closing her eyes, seeking a type of comfort that not even her best friend was able to give her. “At the end that wasn’t a manipulative dream,” she chuckled, looking for Kun’s eyes. He smiled apologetically because he really wished it was.

Taeyong wanted to hug her, but he didn’t move, instead, he let his head fall against Doyoung, who was holding his hands, trying to stop him from clenching too tight and hurting himself.

And while everybody seemed beaten, somebody felt that something wasn’t adding up in all of this. How could she see a memory that she never lived? How could she be there in the memory if she wasn’t? Jaehyun wasn’t convinced with all of this. If her mother died how did she find the time to collect all of this material and save it for them? And in all of these things, she knew what was going to happen and didn’t leave anything specifically for her daughter? A personal note, a message, anything. So he kept looking in the scattered letters that seemed to be old documents and office papers, gaining bad gazes from some of the guys, until he had found one thing he needed to prove him right.

Esmeralda Rivas to Anastasia Arenas 10/8/3011

“I don’t think your mom’s dead,” Jaehyun said, making Anastasia snap her head toward him in disbelief. What was he trying to do? Give her a hopeless faith that simply wasn’t true?

“I don’t need th–”

“No,” he stopped her, and Johnny was about to say something but he couldn’t. “Read this letter, it’s for you. The date is way past the day we last saw her in the tapes and the title gives me hope she just left.”

Anastasia wiped her tears with the back of her hand and then turned around to crawl closer to him to take the letter, but she didn’t get back to her spot next to Liv, instead, she stopped there, in front of him, her eyes moving back and forth to him and the letter.

“Out loud?” She asked him.

“As you wish.”

The girl looked around, searching for the others’ support and then cleared her throat.

“Hi Ana, it’s me, your mom.

If you’re reading this it probably means that you’re going through a tough moment and seek for the help I left you, and as much as it saddens me, I can only think that this is the sign that everything will be over soon, and who knows, we’ll meet again, soon.

Well, it won’t be soon for me.

You know how much I care for everything that me and the others built, it’s been more than twenty years now but everything is falling apart. It saddens me to know that somehow greed always finds its way to the top, but it saddens me more to know that it touched the ones I climbed with. When people stab you, it hurts, but when your sisters and brothers do that, well, it’s a totally different kind of pain that it’s impossible to be described. I’m hopeful that you will never know how it feels. You aren’t like us. I only see the good in you. You are the family we were never able to give to you. And that’s why I can leave with a light heart. I have to go, and I can only do that because I know you have them by your side and they will never leave.

I know leaving is never considered brave and probably you are thinking I’m a coward, but trust me, sometimes, it’s the wise thing.

I tried to stay, begging on my knees until they bled and cried until I couldn’t see anything clear. I tried to make them open their eyes and have the people I grew up with back, I gave them all I have and in return, I get to be part of a plan that could kill all of you.

I’m not leaving because I don’t want to take my responsibility, I’m leaving because that’s the only way I have to actually help you survive. Sometimes fighting doesn’t lead you anywhere, you have to take a step back, look at the situation from the outside, and only then, you’ll find the right thing to do.

I don’t know what I’m leaving behind, I don’t even know how you look now that you’re reading this. I don’t even know if I’ll ever get to see you again. But in my soul, I know, that it’s time to go.

They don’t want me in their narrative anymore but I have to be in it because I have to protect all of you. I faked my death and ran away. I can’t tell you where I’m hiding but you don’t need me, you just need the things that I’ll leave for you, and the others. I need you to be a step headed of them so you can beat them. I know you would agree with me. I know you’re fighting this battle with me. No matter how fast a disease can spread, your parents’ greediness and selfishness couldn’t reach you.

There’s the good in all of your friends. Always remember that.

You only have each other, so don’t ever let go. Don’t ever let whatever will happen in your lives drift you away because this is what they want, and also because your relationship is rarer than a diamond and you cannot lose it.

We’ll let them sit in their palace of bones and secrets, worshipping nothing but their greed. They might have your past lives frozen behind glass, but you have you, forever.

For now, I’ll go, with the same familiar ache that creeps into my bones. With the lingering pain of having to leave the only family that I have behind.

But I know you’re safe with them. And I know that you’re strong enough to beat anything.

I told you, you can do this on your own.

But I’ll never leave your side, just know that I’ll always find my way back to you and a way to help you.

Remember, niña, your strength is in your friends. Don’t let anybody take that away from you.

I’ll meet you where the waves meet the shore.

With love, mamá.”

“She’s alive!” She exclaimed, crying happy tears as she held the letter close to her heart. “She’s alive,” she repeated, almost as if she needed to hear those words to convince herself that it wasn’t a dream.

Jaehyun smiled at her. “I told you.” And before he could say anything else he felt her arms wrap around him. He wasn’t expecting it, but he didn’t waste a second reciprocating.

“Can you believe we finally have good news?” Taeil said with a big smile on his face, looking at the others.

“And we now know for sure that we are the key to everything,” Sicheng added.

“As long as we have each other,” Kun said.

“As long as we have each other,” The others repeated without planning it, and a laugh resonated in the room.

From the outside, this was such a nice picture. A bunch of friends hanging out with each other in a cold night. But to Taeil’s eyes, the scene was painted with blue. He had seen them grow, some of them even get born. He had seen them fall apart and then get back together. He had seen them change, hide, leave, and then come back. He had seen them cry, and then laugh, scream and then dance. He had seen the best and the worst.

He grew up with them. And after all this time, after everything, life had brought them back together again.

He never really believed in destiny, but he had to say that their story felt like it was written in the stars. Because no matter all the turns they had to make, they would always come back there, come back home.

Ten was leaning against Johnny’s chest as he let the other wrap his arms around him, and it felt like a fever dream for him to look at the scene knowing everything that had happened between them.

Mark, Sungchan and Liv were bickering about something he couldn’t understand, but it was funny to see Liv and Sungchan coming for their throats and Mark simply giggling at the side.

Taeyong’s eyes were closed as he let Doyoung caress his hair and hold him in his arms, and it broke Taeil’s heart to see him so vulnerable, so naked in front of everybody, his armour off, with no more strength to carry it around.

Sicheng and Kun were putting the tapes and the papers back inside the box as they talk about something.

Liv was sitting between Jaehyun’s legs, his arm wrapped around her, as she pulled Yuta close to her chest. He mumbled something as he tried to pull away but she didn’t let him, so he gave up, and rested his head on her. A proud smile crept on her face as she let her hand crawl in his hair to caress them. And Taeil smiled; finally no more hiding and taking the blame for something their parents did.

It was nice. Taeil thought, smiling before he let his head fall against the couch. Sure, it was the calm before the storm, but it was nice to know that they would’ve walked that storm together.

#nct fanfiction #nct fantasy au #nct royal au #nct superpowers au #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct u

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dangerousconnoisseurdonut · 3 years

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Underwater Gotham Kingdom Idea

Gotham is an underwater kingdom where dwell a number of different type of merpeople live and work. There are five types of merpeople; octopi, shark, whale, dolphin, and manta. The last two are of a more ruling class, while the former three are seen as less. Still, that doesn’t stop those like shark James Gordon from joining the royal guard, or Orca Alfred Pennyworth from being brought on as a companion for a young noble, manta Bruce Wayne. Martha Wayne was a dolphin and, due to an accident involving the stingers on his tail, Martha died giving birth to him. Thomas has always blamed himself as Bruce inherited his own manta tail instead of his beloved Martha’s dolphin tail. As such, Thomas threw himself into his work, neglecting Bruce.

After countless companions, Alfred Pennyworth is more than a match for rambunctious twelve-year-old Bruce Wayne, especially when Bruce gets a young guard as further protection. Jim and Alfred become fast friends with each other and Bruce, and the pair teach him a lot of different tricks when it comes to fighting. One day, Bruce is swimming around, when he notices a large group of octopi, sharks, and whales swimming together; a little unusual, and he’s curious enough to follow them. When he gets there, he finds a number of octopi, sharks, and whales all gathered together with shark Theo Galavan talking about over throwing their government! He’s about to swim away when he sees something that takes the wind out of his sails and he feels his heart break; Alfred and Jim are there, and they reveal themselves to be spies meant to learn the weaknesses of the palace.

Before Bruce can swim away, he’s caught by a shark named Zsasz who presents him to the group. Galavan is ready to kill Bruce, except that Bruce uses the venom in his tail to hurt Galavan enough to get away. He dodges all of the sharks, octopi, and whales who try to grab him, and uses many of the tricks he learned from Alfred and Jim to make it back to Gotham, but he just wasn’t fast enough and Galavan’s forces start their attack. Galavan finds Bruce and goes to kill him, but Thomas gets in the way, protecting his son. Between Thomas’ more mature venom and and Galavan’s sharp teeth, the two manage to kill each other. Bruce is pulled from the fray by Captain of the Guards, Nathaniel Barnes who takes Bruce to the throne room in one last effort to keep Gotham from falling into the Rebellions hands entirely. He charges shark soldier Harvey Bullock and dolphin sorcerer Lucius Fox with protecting Bruce as Bruce holds the crown jewel of Gotham; a beautiful star sapphire referred to as the Heart of Gotham. The three make their way out of the city and to the one place the Rebels can’t follow; the surface world..

As the three break through the surface, Lucius casts an ancient spell to give them human legs, but is reminded that none of them have ever swam with human legs and have trouble keeping afloat. Thankfully, a family are out on the water and see them, rescuing them. They are Jonathan and Martha Kent, with their twelve-year-old son, Clark, who takes an immediate liking to Bruce.

Five years pass, and Smallville High doesn’t know what to make of the ‘honourary cousins’, Clark Kent and Bruce Fox; on one hand, both boys are handsome jocks that are on the football team, on the other, both boys are huge dorks. Soon, however, they get something new to focus on as a number of new people have moved to Smallville; a new clothing store opened by a Jervis Tetch, whose fashion styles are geared more towards children, and Oswald Cobblepot, who makes very sharp suits for men and women.

Then, there are three new students attending Smallville High; the Valeska twins, Jerome and Jeremiah, and a student said to be a chem genius, Jonathan Crane. To top it off, they get three substitute teachers as well; Victor Fries takes over the science course, Ben Mackenzie takes over as coach for the football team, and Sean Pertwee takes over their history course. At one of the home games, Harvey, Martha, and Lucius are all cheering for their boys (Jonathan having died from cancer two years ago) when Harvey sees Coach Mackenzie, and recognizes his old partner, even through the illusion spell he and ‘Sean’ are wearing. He informs the coach he wants to talk to him later, at the bar he tends at. Saying that he thinks the two have a lot to talk about.

Ben/Jim: Hi Harvey; Oswald was a little surprised you recognized me through Ed’s glamour spell.

Harvey: Ed was always good with magic, almost as good as Lucius was before he gave it up for technology. But you should have remembered that I always had a knack for seeing through spells.

Jim: Yeah, I guess we forgot that. You look good though; the surface world actually agrees with you.

Harvey: It’s not too bad up here; at least up here I don’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back by my own species.

Jim: Harvey...

Harvey: Tell me, how many women and children died that day? I know old Thomas managed to take Galavan down with him; Bruce had nightmares for over a year thanks to him. Tell me, was Galavan supposed to kill him too, or were you going to do that? Nice and quick?

Jim, eyes flashing black and teeth sharpening: Alfred and I would never harm Bruce; you know we loved and doted on him! And Thomas wasn’t supposed to get hurt, but Galavan was insane and hated the Wayne’s.

Harvey: Unless you want people to notice something not right, I’d suggest you calm down. And yeah, I remember just how much you two loved that kid, and can’t help but notice you and the others came here just after the kid turned seventeen; courting age.

Jim: You know he belongs in Gotham.

Harvey: No, here’s what I know; Bruce had no friends and no family apart from Thomas in Gotham, here he has friends, and he and Clark are practically brothers. Lucius likes it up here too; says that human tech is a lot more fun to work with than magic. And finally, me and Martha are happy, we...

Jim: Martha?

Harvey:Clark’s mother? She and her husband Jonathan taught us all about the surface world after they rescued us that day. But Jonathan died two years ago from Cancer, and I looked after her; the two of us have been going steady for almost six months. And it’s because of that I’m willing to offer you, your fellow consorts, and the King of Gotham a deal; we give you the Heart of Gotham and you let the three of us remain here on the surface world.

Jim:...

#Gotham #underwater au #bruce wayne #jim gordon #alfred pennyworth #oswald cobblepot #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #jervis tetch #jonathan crane #victor fries #smallville crossover #jonathan kent #martha kent #clark kent #lucius fox #harvey bullock

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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On the Mend. Part 2

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 1

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Rating: M- later chapters

Song in Chapter: The Night We Met by Lord Huron

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I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

Walking into the house, you immediately smelled Regulus’ cologne. You fought the urge to turn and run out of the house. It didn’t matter how much your heart was screaming to run to the man and never let him go. You had to think with your head this time. Renee deserved that much. She didn’t deserve to be torn between two parents. The child also didn’t need to see Regulus hurt you over and over again.

Your mind was also on Ambrosia Parkinson...Black...whatever her last name was now. What if she and Regulus repaired their relationship? Would she be unkind to Renee? What if she wasn’t? The 13-month-old wouldn’t be able to tell you if her stepmother was cruel. Would Regulus even pay enough attention to notice anything strange? Something told you, no.

The better question was how would Ambrosia handle the news that Regulus had a child with another woman? You smirked at the thought of the whole Black family having a major hissy fit because Regulus royally fucked up. Regulus went and knocked up the “Potter girl.” You could see Walburga’s scowl in your mind. The horrible woman would either be on the floor screaming or burning Regulus’ name off of the family tapestry. What a scandal that would be! Sirius was already gone, now her youngest “good” son had sunk to a whole new level of low.

Regulus was lucky that James wasn’t alive right now. Your older brother would have probably tried to kill him by now. James would definitely not sit back and leave it to his best friends to help raise Renee. He would have gone to Grimmauld Place and hexed Regulus until he left Ambrosia to take care of his responsibility.

You had to shake the thoughts of James from your mind. If you wanted to face Regulus and not be sobbing you had to stop thinking of your brother. Regulus didn’t deserve you taking that wrath out on him. He didn’t have anything to do with James or Lily’s deaths.

The hallway to the sitting room was dark. You took a few deep breaths before stepping in. Both Regulus and Remus immediately stood when you walked in. Regulus was paler than you remembered as he opened his mouth to speak a few times but nothing came out. He was still the same handsome boy that you loved so much.

Your attention went to Remus, who was nervously looking between the two of you.

“Remus, we have insurance on this place...right?”

Remus nodded, slightly confused.

“Yes. Why?”

You reached over for the vase that was sitting on the table beside you. Right away you started throwing whatever you could get your hands on at Regulus. Whether it be the shock of you coming after him so violently or something else, Regulus didn’t move quick enough and was pelted by several objects. Finally, he resumed his quick seeker’s reflexes and started smacking stuff away from him as you tossed it.

Remus jumped back, not about to get hit before yelling for Sirius. By the time Sirius put the baby in her playpen and ran into the living room, you had your wand out and was hurling hexes at Regulus. Sirius blinked a few times as Regulus quickly dodged whatever you threw his way.

“A little help here?”

Regulus snapped toward his brother, who shrugged.

“She’s being a lot nicer than I would be.”

Sirius wasn’t about to step in on this one. In his mind, you deserved the right to do whatever you wanted. Remus, meanwhile, quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Think about Renee. I know that you are hurt and angry but this is her father. Please...this is not you Y/n.”

He whispered in your ear. Remus kept his voice low enough so that only you would hear. You trembled a few times before lowering your wand and putting it in Remus’ outstretched hand. Remus gave you a gentle smile before turning to the wrecked living room.

Regulus meanwhile, looked slightly scared as you turned to face him. He expected you to be hostile but he didn’t expect to get attacked. This behavior wasn’t you. Regulus decided that he had himself to blame for this extreme change in character and he hated it!

You were still the beautiful girl that he had fallen in love with during 6th year. Everything about you was the same. You still had those hazel eyes that could change shades by your mood. There were those full lips that were screaming to be kissed. Everything about you was what Regulus wanted and needed. Only now he was afraid that you would never accept what he had to offer...which wasn’t much.

“What are you doing here?”

You asked, coldly. Regulus regained his calm composure. Moments before he was close to panicking himself. There was no way that he had control of what you had just done to him but maybe if he could just speak...

“I needed to talk to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“There are letters and telephones. Both of those work nicely.”

“And you would ignore me.”

Regulus replied. You shrugged.

“Most likely. It would be your own fault. When will you learn foolish boy that if you play stupid games you will win stupid prizes?”

Sirius leaned back and held a hand up.

“She’s got a point.”

Regulus glared at his older brother.

“I didn’t come to talk to you.”

Sirius smirked as you turned back to Regulus.

“You should go home to your wife and be a good husband. I have nothing to offer you.”

You actually had a lot to offer him and both of you knew it. After some time of healing, you could open your heart to him again and love him as you did. There wouldn't have to be any more hiding in the shadows to kiss your lover. You could kiss and hold him as you so desperately wanted to.

He left you! He left you for some pureblood princess who his FAMILY found acceptable. It didn’t matter then that you are a pureblood and it won’t now. Regulus didn’t stand up for your love then why would he now? Don’t let him hurt you again!

Your mind hissed.

It didn’t take Regulus knowing everything about you to know that you were giving yourself some little pep talk that was geared against him. If he could just gain control of this conversation….

“You actually have a lot to offer me. I’m not married to Ambrosia anymore.”

“That’s a pity.”

You muttered before turning and taking the glass of water that Remus was holding out to you.

You actually have a lot to offer me.

You internally snorted at the thought. The only thing that you had to offer him was the heir that sat in the other room happily playing with her blocks. Hell would freeze over before you let the Black family sink their claws into your precious little girl.

Regulus only blinked. He expected your sarcasm to be thrown his way.

“Not really. I didn’t want her anyway.”

You turned.

“Where was that attitude before? I’m sure your mummy is having a fit about her little splendid plan falling apart.”

Regulus frowned.

“I didn’t come to talk about my parents.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want from me, Regulus. You made your feelings quite clear. I loved you. Now you're just a page torn from the story that I’m living.”

Remus, meanwhile, motioned Sirius out of the room. This conversation was becoming a bit more personal than he cared to witness.

Regulus waited until they were out of the room before stepping closer to you.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. You didn’t deserve to suffer because I didn’t want to upset my parents. If I could go back and do things differently...it would have been you that I married...not her. I love you. I never loved her as I love you. Why the hell do you think that she left me? Ambrosia is a lot of things. Stupid isn’t one of them.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“She knows that you love me...me specifically and not some other girl?”

Regulus nodded. He didn’t let his eyes leave yours.

“Yes. I told her.”

When you started laughing, Regulus felt a bit confused. What was funny about this whole situation? There was nothing funny! Regulus missed the birth of his daughter and broke your heart for no reason yet here you were laughing.

“What’s funny about this?”

He snapped. You had to swallow back another fit of giggles as you turned to see Remus and Sirius watching you looking as baffled as Regulus. Sirius leaned over to Remus and muttered “when a woman starts laughing at you over something stupid that you did that is how you know how fucked you are.” You made a mental note to congratulate him on that comment later before turning back to Regulus.

“What’s funny is all of this bullshit could have been avoided if you would have been a man and stood up to your parents. We wouldn’t have had to go through anything that we would have. Ambrosia wouldn’t be out there wondering what the fuck she did wrong. I must really be crazy because I am sticking up for her ass. By the way, you married a woman named after some kind of fruit salad. At least my name makes sense.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.

“Are you done?”

You shook your head. Hell no, you had enough material to make the poor guy listen to for hours. Regulus wasn’t with you when you were going through your own personal hell. He wasn’t there when you had to put your brother and best friend in the ground. When you lost custody of your nephew to a couple of muggle shitheads or when you were in labor for 20+ hours with Regulus’ child. That was Sirius and Remus there. They went through that whole ordeal with you! It was Sirius who did what Regulus was supposed to do when a child was born. Sirius and Remus were the ones walking the floors comforting a colicky Renee at three am when you were so frazzled that you wanted to cry yourself. The keywords here were Sirius and Remus, not Regulus.

“I have a lot of material. You should stick around.”

You replied with a smirk before sitting down on the couch. Regulus was silent for a few moments as he tried to get himself in check. Finally, he couldn’t stand it or remain calm any longer. Expressing his emotions was hard enough but at the moment he wasn’t feeling too shy either.

“Merlin, I fucked up! Fucked up big! What else can I say, Y/n?! I want to be a part of yours and Renee’s life. What about our child? I deserve to be in her life too...if I would have known before I would have been there. As you said, there are telephones and letters. I didn’t get anything that I deserved to get.”

The guilt began to fill your senses again.

“You made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. You had your wife and that is where your heart was.”

“I just told you that I didn’t love her. That would have been all the more of a reason for me to walk away.”

Your eyes dropped to his feet.

“You still wouldn’t have left.”

Regulus waited a moment before closing the distance between you. His fingers tilted your face to his.

“I’m here now.”

You stared into his eyes...those beautiful grey-blue eyes that you loved so much.

“Please, love. I’m not going anywhere ever again. You want the lover that you were supposed to have..the father that our daughter should have had from the beginning...I’m right here.”

You put your hand on top of his. Feeling his skin against yours felt more heavenly than you wanted to admit. Regulus’ hand was trembling beneath yours as you pulled away.

“I can’t trust you yet.”

“I’m not a death eater anymore. If that’s what you're scared of too…”

You didn’t turn to face him again.

“I’m not afraid of you being a death eater. I’ve dealt with that since we were 16. I’m afraid of having my heart broken again. That is what I am afraid of.”

You walked out of the room. At the moment, you needed to get some air and fast!

Sirius waited until he heard the front door close before leaning down and scooping Renee up. He smiled down at his little niece.

“Time for you to shine, sweetheart.”

Regulus was still staring at the place where you had been standing when Sirius walked back into the sitting room. The younger brother’s eyes weren’t blinking as he fought the urge to cry. He thought for a brief moment that you would let him kiss you. If he could give you just one kiss...just show you the passion that he still felt...maybe things would be alright? Now he didn’t know where he stood or if you would ever let him back into your life again. As you said, he was just a page torn from the story that you were living.

“You’ll have to give her some time. The last little bit hasn’t been too kind to any of us. We are all afraid to open up to anyone right now.”

Regulus’ head snapped up at his brother’s voice. He froze seeing the little girl in Sirius’ arms. Regulus would have recognized this baby as his from anywhere. She was everything that Regulus could have ever dreamed about.

Sirius smiled down at her.

“She has your eyes and Y/n’s sweet personality...most of the time. You both have dark hair so take that how you want it. Renee, want to say hi to your daddy?”

The little girl looked between her uncle and father before shoving her face in Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ smile faded when Regulus looked down. It didn’t take Sirius being Regulus’ brother to know that the other man was questioning every choice that he had ever made in his life.

“She’s a bit shy at first. Once she warms up to you, you aren’t going to have another quiet moment in your life. She’s finally starting to talk and we are still working on the walking thing. She doesn’t have much desire to learn when someone is always willing to pick her up.”

Renee had slowly turned her attention back to Regulus with a little sly smile.

“See what I mean?”

Sirius said with a smile. He turned his attention to the little stuffed lamb that was laying on the couch.

“Get that toy and bend down.”

Regulus quickly did as he was told as Sirius stepped within arm's length of his brother and knelt down. Sirius gently turned Renee around.

“Sugar, why don’t you go tell your daddy hi and get your little toy?”

Renee focused her attention on Regulus as he held a hand out. She watched him for a few moments before wrapping her hand around his fingers and taking a few shaky steps. Sirius smiled as she made contact with Regulus’ chest. Regulus gently adjusted the baby in his arms before slipping the stuffed lamb into her hands.

“Daddy.”

Renee said with a smile. Regulus leaned down and snuggled his face against her head. Dark curls tickled his nose as the scent of your perfume mixed with baby lotion filled his senses. This was the scent that Regulus didn’t want to forget as long as he lived.

Sirius, meanwhile, sat down with a smile on his face.

“Regulus, I normally wouldn’t say this in front of the baby but if you plan on lea…”

“I’m not leaving.”

Regulus replied, firmly.

“I can’t...not now. I need to talk to Y/n.”

Sirius smiled, sadly. After the last conversation that the two of you shared, it would probably be a good idea for Regulus to wait for you to go to him. Sirius had politely put the sitting room back in order and really didn’t want to risk it being destroyed again. It would only take one good hex or heavy object to really bruise Regulus up.

“Give her some time, Reg. She needs it.”

Regulus nodded before looking back down to his daughter. Her attention was still glued to the stuffed animal that she was now chewing on. He stroked his finger over Renee's cheek with a soft smile. If he had to wait for you it would be worth it. Patience wasn’t something that Regulus didn’t have much of but maybe it was time to develop a new skill.

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star-spangledstud · 3 years

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MIND GAMES - ONE

Summary: You arrive at your new home. Steve is a blank canvas.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (Female!)reader

Warnings: none (so far)

Note: Had to reupload cause instead of editing I accidentally deleted it.

Raindrops, heavy and loud against the window beside your head, clash against and glide down the glass in messy, squiggly lines. The title of the song playing on the radio, ‘Soft like Rain’, fits the scene almost perfectly. Almost, because the rain that pitter-patters against the fogged-up window isn’t very soft in nature. In fact, the droplets come down so hard they bang against the roof of the car, its sound almost entirely overtaking the mellow tones of jazzy piano and drums in the background. The lines obscure your vision of Times Square, lights from the streets blown out and blurred to look like colorful stars and wicked shapes in the darkness.

I hope I made the right decision.

Your breath further fogs up the glass when you sigh audibly. A pair of dark eyes can be found eyeing you carefully through the rearview mirror when you sink further down into your seat. They offer you a hint of concern, of uncertainty. Nick Fury doesn’t know whether you’ll be okay or not. He can’t tell just yet, but the glimmer of hope he feels inside tugging at his heartstrings motivates him to give you a shot.

“We’re almost there,” his voice is quiet and deep when he speaks for the first time since picking you up from the airport, “just a few more miles.”

Of course I made the right decision. I always do. When have I ever fucked up?

You nod in response without checking to see if he’s looking at you through the mirror again because he undoubtedly is. After all, it’s all he’s been doing for the last hour. If you were to study the look in his eyes or his inner monologue just a little longer, you’d find out he’s scared. Nick Fury is afraid, both of you and for you, and he doesn’t like it because Nick Fury doesn’t get scared. He’s seen so much, experienced so many horrors in his time that he genuinely didn’t think anything could frighten him any more. Past tense, because the you’ve clearly made him change his mind.

This could be the best thing I ever did, or the worst. Can’t wait to find out which one it is. Cap better not fuck this one up.

There are so many questions you want to ask, but the voice in his head is loud in such a confined space, and nothing appropriate comes to mind. All you can pay attention to is the rumbling of the engine and the occasional ambulance rushing by somewhere in the distance. In the meantime, the song on the radio changes and morphs into something that sounds more melancholic.

When the two of you finally pull up to the compound, the rain has mostly stopped. It’s only drizzling now, tiny drops tickle your face while you brush strands of dampened hair from your forehead. A chill runs along your spine when a gust of wind blows through your open jacket, and you immediately zip it up for extra warmth.

You quickly scan the building, breath hitching in your throat when you notice its sheer size. It’s huge, much larger than where you used to reside, and the bright blue Avengers logo on the front causes your heart to beat a little faster. Seeing that logo makes it real, you think. You’re not so sure if this is the right place to be, but you don’t believe you have a better option. Either way, you told yourself you wouldn’t fuck this one up, and you have no intention to break this promise. This is home now, or at least it will be for a little while, and as intimidating as it is, you’ll have to make it work.

You can adapt, you’ve done it before. Hell, you’ve done it more times than you can remember. It’s extremely easy to make the people around you feel at ease in your presence when you can literally read every single thought they’ve ever had.

“I’ve assigned you to our best agent. He’s going to accompany you wherever you go to keep you safe. You cannot, under any circumstance, leave the building without him. You will listen to him and do what he tells you to do because it’s in your best interest. If you need anything, ask him, and he will provide. Do not tell anyone private information. If you need to vent, tell him,” Fury pauses, waits for you to nod, “no phones, no computers and especially no social media allowed under any circumstances. We need to figure out how much they know first. Don’t worry, we got Tony and Banner on that one.”

Did I get it all? I’m getting too old for this shit.

He watches you intently while you have to stop yourself from chuckling, “Got it?”

You nod.

“I need a verbal confirmation,” he grumbles, sounding annoyed by his own protocol.

“Yes,” you mumble against the whistling wind, “I understand.”

“Good. Let’s get moving, then.”

The opulent, open design of the ground floor greets you warmly when you walk in. Your boots, black and caked with mud, make streaks of brown along the white linoleum with each step you take and creak beneath your feet when you force yourself to move slowly forward. Fury watches your gaze flickering across the entrance and motions for you to follow him to the elevators, which you do silently.

A look of disapproval follows when he notices the trail of mud you’re leaving behind, but he doesn’t say anything. It won’t do him any good to verbalize his annoyance, because you’ve already picked up on it. Still, you drag your feet in an attempt to make him think you aren’t listening.

“Gym is in the basement,” he comments after watching you eye all the buttons inside the elevator, “roof is a terrace and pad for the Quinjets. There’s a penthouse underneath you’ll see soon enough.”

You raise a brow, and to your surprise, he chuckles, “Christmas party.”

“All the other floors include a lab, living quarters, conference rooms with workspaces, IT, a weaponry and gear storage. There’s a training room attached to the building that offers simulations. The building has a common kitchen and living room, a game room, a movie theatre and some other crap. Steve will show you when he has time.”

Your voice is dry and hoarse when you speak, “Steve?”

The elevator comes to a halt on the fifth floor, and before Fury has time to reply, the doors open to reveal a tall, blonde man in the opening. His arms, broad and encased in royal blue wool, are crossed over his chest. He has a stern expression on his face and a deep crease in his brow until he sees you and Fury, standing so far apart both of you are nearly hugging the mirrors on the walls. Fury has some of the loudest thoughts you’ve ever heard, and being stuck in a tiny box doesn’t do the volume any favors.

A glimmer of amusement is evident in his light blue eyes when you get out of the elevator. You look awkwardly at Fury, who’s making no move to follow you into the hallway, leaving you standing with one foot in the hall and one still in the elevator.

“Steve,” Fury says with a nod of his head towards the stranger, “is the agent you’re assigned to. He’s the captain of the team. I’d love to stay and chat, but you know how it is. Things to do, people to see… Keep me posted, Cap. I’ll be back soon for updates.”

He nudges you softly until you fully exit the elevator, and wastes no time pressing the button that will lead him back down to the ground floor. The heaviness of Nick Fury’s presence and the loudness of his inner monologue disappears with him when he leaves. It’s not until the doors close behind you that you feel like you can finally breathe again.

You turn to the man in front of you when you notice how quiet it’s become, and you subconsciously tilt your head to the side when instead of a constant stream of low mumbling and whispering, you hear nothing at all.

Steve raises a brow when he notices the way you’re looking at him. The soft expression on his face falters just a moment, but he recovers quickly, deciding not to allow his concern to show for now.

“Hey,” he says “I’m Steve Rogers, captain of the team.”

It takes you a while to reply because you’re so focused on listening for his inner voice that you don’t even notice his rosy lips moving.

You swallow down a stream of curses in a variety of languages and force yourself to stand up straight when you realize he’s waiting for you to say something. What the fuck is going on, you think to yourself while you plaster a smile on your face.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Y/N,” you reply politely, “nice to meet you.”

“I hope Fury didn’t intimidate you too much,” Steve says with a chuckle, “the first conversation I had with him scared the hell out of me. To be fair, I did think I was still in the 40s.”

You bite your lip and shake your head, grip on the straps of your backpack tightening until your knuckles turn white. You’re glad he doesn’t extend his hand for you to shake. You assume he contemplated it. Don’t know for sure though, because it’s still quiet up there in his skull. Does this guy even think at all?

“Come on, let me show you to your room.”

Your footsteps echo against the walls when the two of you silently cross the hallway. In total, you count a number of six doors. You tip your chin up when you reach the end and take a moment to study the man’s appearance while he points to the door on the right. He’s even taller and broader than you imagined him to be when Fury pictured him in his mind for you to see. If the upward curl of his lips wasn’t so genuine and soft, you would have been terrified of how big he is.

“This is mine,” he says, “I’m right across the hall if you need anything. This is yours. Usually, the doors open with fingerprint recognition, but you have a key. Nobody else has a copy except for me, for safety reasons. I’m obligated to tell you that you aren’t allowed to make any more copies.”

“Wasn’t going to,” you reply quickly.

He pulls a short, silver key from his back pocket and places it gently in your open, shaky palm. He notices your fingers are shaky when you fumble with the lock and smiles again in an attempt to make you feel more at ease. It’s almost like he can read your mind instead of the other way around. That stupid smile pisses you off.

“You have your own private bathroom,” Steve explains while he follows you inside, “Fury told us you don’t own much, so I asked Natasha to get you some clothes. We can go out and buy you some more if you want, just let me know. Feel free to decorate the place however you want.”

“Natasha?” you ask while looking around.

“The best spy we have. You’ll get along just fine, I’m sure. Anyway, I’ll leave you to get settled for now. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door at any time, okay? I’m not supposed to leave for another mission for a few weeks until you get situated. We can explore the compound tomorrow if you’re up for it. Maybe you can meet some of the other team members while we’re at it. No pressure.”

“Thanks,” you swallow thickly, “Steve.”

“You’re safe here,” he presses, “don’t forget that.”

For a brief moment, you wonder how much he really knows. You knowFury’s told him and Tony a watered-down version of what you’ve told him, but the kindness in his voice allows you to believe he hasn’t heard much. Still, you try to enter his brain and find out yourself, but once again you come up with nothing.

You exhale loudly after Steve leaves and take a moment to look around the room you’re now supposed to call yours. It doesn’t feel like it belongs to you, not yet anyway, and you wonder how long it will take before you find yourself succumbing to a new routine.

You take a shower to warm your bones and wash your hair with the shampoo and conditioner that smell like papaya. The towel you use to dry off is too fluffy for your liking, and a look in the mirror reveals dark circles and sunken in cheeks. It’s fine, you think. You haven’t recognized yourself in years.

Your backpack finds its way onto the bed, which is big enough for at least three people to sleep in. You follow shortly after, arms spread wide across the silky, forest green sheets until you sink down so far they almost wholly envelop you. Your hair is sprawled messily across the pillows. They smell like lavender and fresh cotton, and the scent is so relaxing and calming that within just several minutes of staring up at the ceiling, you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

When you wake up in a cold sweat several hours later, your hands are curled tightly in small fists around the silk sheets that cling to your legs. It’s hot in your room even though the chills along your arms would suggest otherwise, and your eyes frantically scan the shadows that seem to momentarily engulf you. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, and while you lie there in the dark, for several minutes, the only thing you can see is the vague outline of the face of a man.

As images from the dream you’ve just woken up from begin to fade, your heartrate slows down enough for you to remember where you are. You push the covers away from you and get up out of bed. You consider making a trip to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat, but you have no clue where the kitchen is located. Irritation pricks at your skin when your stomach rumbles loudly in the deafening silence, and five seconds later you’re stomping through the hallway with one goal in mind; to find something to eat.

The memory of Fury pointing out which floors of the building contain which rooms replays in your mind while you speedwalk through the hallway. You try to make a mental map of the compound for future reference just as you round the first corner, and in your state of tiredness and annoyance fueled by hunger, you don’t have time to realize Steve Rogers is on the other side of that corner.

Before he slams into you chest-first, his arms stretch out in front of him out of reflex. He grabs onto your shoulders and holds you steady while the both of you inhale sharply. Your head shoots up to meet his gaze, and he quickly releases his grip. What are the odds?

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, “I didn’t see you.”

You didn’t hear him. That’s what you really want to say, but it wouldn’t make sense.

“I can tell,” he replies, “What are you doing awake?”

He’s tired, you can tell by the raspiness of his voice and the droopiness of his eyes, but he’s trying to hide his exhaustion by showing concern.

“I’m not trying to bail,” you cross your arms, “if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say that,” he replies, “didn’t think it, either.”

I wouldn’t know, you think.

You take a step back to study his face for a moment, unaware that you haven’t answered his question. When the silence between the two of you becomes nearly unbearably heavy, you finally speak up.

Your cheeks heat up, and you swallow thickly, “I was hungry.”

“Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, “of course. I’m so sorry, I should’ve given you something to eat. The kitchen’s all the way at the end of the hall, on the right. Fridge should be stocked. I think there might be some leftovers, if Sam hasn’t eaten them already. I gotta go, see you in the morning.”

As you watch him walk away in the opposite direction, you can’t help but wonder what the rush is all about. Perhaps he’s really eager to get back in bed, you muse, although you doubt that’s the real reason why he’s speedwalking away from his room in the middle of the night.

NEXT CHAPTER.

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yetanotherhiddlestoner · 3 years

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The Asgardian and his Atlantean.

(First time writing a marvel related story and and LokiXreader one at that. So forgive the way it is. I got bored one night watching Atlantis on Disney that I came up with this mixture of a story. Hope you enjoy I own nothing of marvels or disney’s. This story is also on my Wattpad -https://www.wattpad.com/user/HatterMoon )

Life at Stark Tower was good for you. All the Avengers loved you and they treated you like family. You loved helping out Tony the most with his suits and helping him advance the technology. This morning started like any other day, you woke before the sun had started to shine in the sky, you check your pendent. A couple more days before you need to be returning home.

You prepared breakfast for everyone, despite being told numerous times that you didn't need to do it.

You made sure to brew enough coffee for everyone as they all seem to need it first thing in the morning. You preferred tea to start your day, and so they have gifted you your own tea pot and tea set at Christmas.

The first to wander in was Nat, still in his PJ's with messy hair and rubbing her eyes, you chuckle silently. "Morning Nat. Sleep well?" She mumbled a reply, followed by the words "Need Coffee" One by one all the Avengers entered the common room, some more awake then others. "Tony where is Steve and Bucky?" Wanda asks as you take in notice that you are two short. "They left on a mission last night so for the time being it will just be us." Tony answers "Good Morning Y/N." Bruce said as he come to stand beside you. "Morning Bruce. I might need the lab later today to test out some test for healing drinks is that fine with you? "Hey I only borrow the Lab myself you best ask Tony since you know, he owns it" "I know but you are the one in there most of the time. It feels like I am invading your space" "You can use the Lab Y/N. Do I need to remind you that you live here, you do not have to ask to use something." Tony said as he had overheard the conversation. You smile at him. Tony had become like a father figure to you over the years. "Thanks Tony."

It's not long before they all go off and do their own things, Clint goes to the shooting range, Natasha and Wanda go to the training, Bruce to the lab and Tony goes to the armory, leaving you to do your own thing. It unusually quiet this day. You so used to Bucky keeping you company while you wander through various jobs that need doing.

As the day went on you made your way down to the lab for a few hours, The Avengers went on a small mission, leaving you alone. As much as you hated them going on missions you enjoyed the quiet. You took note of the potions and ingredients and the ones that needed restocking.

"Miss Y/N. They will be returning shortly. I was informed by Mr Stark" "Thank you Jarvis, will they be requiring my assistance?"

"I am unsure Miss Y/N best to be prepared in case" You nod and gather a couple of jars in your hand and take them to the Med-bay.

"Hey kid we're home" Tony called out through the building. You make your way to them to see Nat and Clint heading to the med-bay, limping.

"There is a new stock of healing potions in there for you guys to try if you want." You smile and they nod at you as you continue your way to Tony. "How did it go Tony?" "Wasn't our best, wasn't as small as we had predicted." "That bad?" "You could say ,might be a problem in the future but not right now, also kid we have a new person for you to meet. They will be staying here for a while." He said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Oh?" Now you were curious. "Yeah its Thor's brother, Loki. He will be arriving later today. If you want to join us in collecting him you are more than welcomed." "I might just do that. It has been awhile since I left the tower and I will be returning home in a couple days to grab supplies, So you will have to survive without me for about a week" Tony chuckles "You mean we have to cook our own breakfast? Oh no how will we survive." You roll your eyes at the sarcasm but smile. He pats your back as he walks out of the common room.

You head to your room and rest for a while, you slowly starting to feel the drain on your body. Closing your eyes you dream of your home, your friends and family.

A knock on your door alerts you to wake up. "Hey Lady Y/N, Stark told me to come and grab you." Only one person calls you by that nickname and its Thor so its no surprise when you open the door and see him there. "Please Thor call me Y/N. No need for formalities." "No. Lady Y/N we will be leaving soon, walk with me to the landing dock?" You nod and allow Thor to lead you to the Quin-jet. "So your brother is joining the Avengers?"

"Sadly no, he will be helping out on missions but will not be a Avenger. He is barely happy about helping us. He might even be able to help you in the Lab and with the suits." "I doubt Tony will allow anyone to touch his suits, do you remember the trouble I had when I fixed his suit the first time, I was all but grounded" "I am sure you could convince Tony to allow Loki to help?" "Ah the God of Mischief and Tony Stark agreeing on something. Is this not the same Loki that attacked New York?" You joke to the god of thunder. "The same one, I would like to think that Tony will one day sort of agree with him, he has done his time on Asgard and Father thinks this will help him amend the past." You stay quiet, you had not been here when the New York attack happened, that was the week Tony had sent you home to grab supplies, but he had filled you in on some of the details.

"Lady Y/N if you may" Thor says gesturing to the seat "We will betaking off soon." You smile and get strapped in to your seat. You stay quiet for the flight, everyone around is chatting between themselves, and joking. You pick up on bits and pieces here and thereof what they discussing.

"We might as well have a party for Reindeer games arrival." Tony says loud enough for everyone to hear. "Another party Tony? Must we, you know Loki won't like it" Nat says glaring at the male beside her. "Another reason to have it. He needs to get over it and show us that he is changing. So a party is the perfect way to do it." You sometimes wondered what went though Tony's head some days. He had to host a party for everything. He even held one for you when you finally agreed to help them. FLASHBACK It took a lot of convincing and asking for you to accept Mr. Starks offer to work for him. Some how your little secret was out in the open and now you had the richest man in the area, all but begging you to join his crew. "We could use a smart woman like you on the team. You would have your own room, hell I will even give you your own floor for your technology and gear." "Mr. Stark as much as I would love to join, I am afraid I will never fit in." "Why because your Atlantean? You do know Thor is a god, Bruce is the Hulk. You would fit in fine. I do not care what you are or where you come from."

You look at him and then look away to your garage filled with old Atlantean war machines. You could use a bigger place for them to be stored while you fix them up and get them back in the air. "Could I bring all this? I have worked to hard to give up" You wave your hands round the room. "Not to the tower, but I have a compound that we can store them at and you can go there and work on them whenever you need." "Alright Mr. Stark. I will accept." "Great and call me Tony. I will start arranging the transportation of your vehicles and your personal belongings. Please excuse me" You watch him walk out, a bit stunned at how quickly he got to setting everything up.

ENDOF FLASHBACK.

You feel Thor tapping your shoulder, you glance at him "Yes?" "We will be landing soon. Are you ok? You seem to be a bit distracted?" "Oh its all good Thor, I was just thinking." "As long as you are well Lady Y/N" A few moments alter you have landed and everyone has started leaving the Quin-jet. You look around you, nothing but grasslands for miles. Next thing you see a giant beam of light land on the ground ahead of you and in a flash it is gone, leaving nothing but a raven hair man in green armor.

Loki.

"Brother it is nice to see you again." Thor approaches the man alone. "Thor. I see you bought the whole team for this arrival. Couldn't trust me enough to come alone?" "It is not like that Loki. Do not start this" You watch the interaction between the brothers as does everyone else. No-one moves to greet him. "Come now Brother, there is someone I wish for you to meet." Thor looks in your direction. They make their way over to you. "Brother is is Lady Y/N." You bow a bit to Loki, knowing of his royal title, you have no choice but to. "Your Highness, nice to meet you" "Lady Y/N you do not need to bow to him." "Best you listen to my brother Mortal" Loki said with a smugness. You raise your head and you feel his eyes trail to your neck. You see the realization kick in once he sees your pendent. "You're Atlantean?"

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[TRR x ES] Viewing Party

Book: The Royal Romance & Endless Summer Pairings: Liam x MC (Katrina Bailey), Drake x OC (Alyssa Devereaux), Jake x MC (Laurel) Rating/Warnings: G; mild innuendo Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Katrina Bailey & Laurel are the MCs I use when writing fanfic for TRR and ES, respectively; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to birthday girl @burnsoslow * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt 80: Stop looking at me like that. * Author’s Note 2: * This is a birthday gift for my cheesy, potato loving homegirl Burnsie, who requested her very first Endless Summer/Jake fic, despite having never read any ES fic until now 🙈 for the sole reason being that she and Jake McKenzie are almost birthday twins, and my favorite pilot turns 30 this year. If you’re unfamiliar with canon ES trivia, Jake can hold his breath for 9 minutes, and Estela can hold her breath for an astonishing 14. This isn’t entirely what I had in mind when I set out to write an ES/Jake birthday fic, but I wasn’t about to miss your day because I’ve hit a whole ass writer’s wall, Burnsie! I hope you have an AMAZING day and I’m sending you so many hugs! You’re one of the sweetest ladies here, and I am so very thankful that I can call you a friend 🥰 also my real, real gift to you is coming at a later date, as I still have to work on it 😬 * and yes, that’s DDT in the moodboard - just for Burnsie, again - since I use Barnes as Drake’s FC in my TRR fics, lol * Word Count: 2000 on the dot!

It was nearly 10:00 PM on Friday evening, when Burns arranged things around the comfiest chair in her living room. The rest of her family already retired for the evening, after a small but wonderful birthday celebration in her honor at home. Within easy reach, she’d arranged drinks and snacks next to her laptop - a glass of water, a hot mug of tea, a slice of homemade birthday cake to take care of any sugar cravings, and a small platter of cheese and crackers for something more savory. She grinned softly at the newest addition to her mug collection, watching the steam rise from the contents within.

The lavender mug arrived in the mail earlier that day from one of her friends, emblazoned with a quote from David Rose. Burns took a sip of the warm beverage before setting it down on the small side table and situated herself in the chair. She flipped open the laptop and pulled up a browser window, smiling at a gift from another friend - there was a sticker next to the trackpad with a drawing of a wedge of Swiss, quoting another memorable line from Schitt’s Creek, reminding her to “fold in the cheese.” Burns glanced to the time on the screen and logged in to her Netflix account, clicking until she arrived at the viewing party, and began typing to join the group chat.

She was greeted with jubilant messages from Donna, Ella, Brandy, Anitah, and half a dozen other friends, wishing her a happy birthday before the show started. They’d formed an ever-growing viewing party for a new series titled Stranded in the Orchard, which was an odd amalgamation of Survivor and Gilligan’s Island. Taking a cue from reality tv competitions, there were hidden cameras all over the island to monitor everyone and reduce production crew intervention, and in a nod to Hunger Games, there was an omnipresent host that would drop messages to signal when challenges were about to take place. After four episodes, the ladies in the watching party started picking their favorites from the two teams.

Team Ruby consisted of a group that appeared to have been shipwrecked onto the island. Leo was dubbed The Rogue; his brother Liam was The CEO; Katrina was The Attorney; Alyssa was The Teacher; Drake was The Cowboy; Olivia was The Weapons Expert; Bertrand was The Grump; Madeleine was The Whiner; Maxwell was Bertrand’s brother and The Jester; Hana was The Jill of All Trades. Bertrand and Madeleine had already been voted off when Ruby lost two events.

Team Catalyst consisted of a group of mostly college students. Jake was The Pilot; Laurel was The Mystery Girl; Sean was The Coach; Michelle was The Doctor, even though she was only pre-med; Craig was The Muscle; Zahra was The Engineer; Aleister was The Slick One; Grace was The Brain; Diego was The Entertainer; Estela was The Huntress. Catalyst lost the last two events, which sent Aleister and Grace packing.

Everyone settled in to watch the opening credits as they recapped last week’s episode, where Ruby won the immunity challenge and fishing gear by building a makeshift stretcher to rescue and carry Katrina from a jungle crash site to a first aid station on the beach; Catalyst voted Grace out. Burns popped a cheese cube into her mouth as she and her friends watched the two groups deal with day-to-day chores in their respective camps on Day 14 of the show. They chatted about the team members and how much Burns wanted to see Drake take off his shirt to go in the water, despite the knowledge that there were clips of him cuddling with Alyssa; Donna, Ella, and Anitah would keysmash in the group chat any time Liam appeared on the screen, even though he and Katrina were clearly sweet on each other, while Brandy and Alyssa Lauren would ask what was happening or who someone was from the Catalyst team.

—

“Pillows and blankets are nice, but what we could really use is food,” Maxwell said, drawing an octopus in the sand with a piece of driftwood. “I don’t know how much longer I can last on coconuts and rice.”

“Liam and Drake took the raft out this morning to try fishing with the gear, maybe they’ll get lucky,” Katrina suggested, stirring the pot of rice in the fire. She set the lid on top and stood up from her kimchi squat position, dusting some errant sand off her leg. They both looked out towards the water, as dawn stretched out across the ocean, making out shadowy forms of their friends as they bobbed in the water, just before one of them went under the surface. Behind them, the rest of their friends began to stir awake from the scent of rice cooking.

Back at the Catalyst camp, Jake sat by the campfire with Estela; they were working on making their own fishing gear from bamboo and camp supplies after losing the previous challenge. Jake fed a length of twine through a handmade fishing pole while Estela sharpened tips on one end of a pile of branches she’d gathered. “Whatcha whittlin’, Katniss?”

Estela glanced at Jake sideways. “Stakes. Hand over some of that twine, I need it to bind these to make spears.” With a begrudging huff, Jake unfurled the twine and ran it against the edge of the makeshift bench he was sitting on to cut it, before tossing the rest at Estela.

“How fast can you tie those off? We’re losin’ daylight for a morning catch, if you wanna ride on the raft with me.”

“Five minutes,” she answered, already working nimbly around a branch to secure the whittled spikes.

The screen cut back to Ruby’s camp, where Liam and Drake stepped ashore, smiles brighter than the sunrise as Drake held up a fish trap with small rays flapping against one another.

—

“kjsdhfksjhfksjhfks,” Burns smashed into her keyboard. “Look at my man! With the sea bounty!”

“mevmnbvmnxb,” Ella smashed back.

“How do you know Drake did all the work? Liam’s just as wet, hahaha,” Donna chortled in response.

—

After killing their catch as humanely as possible - with Alyssa turning her face to Drake’s chest to avoid witnessing it - Leo and Olivia gutted and cleaned the rays before setting them on top of their makeshift grill to cook. Liam and Drake regaled the group with their morning under the water, as they took turns fishing.

While Team Ruby enjoyed some protein with their rice that morning, members of the Catalyst team glumly spooned rice into their mouths as they sat around the campfire while Jake and Estela dried off; their morning fishing trip had been unsuccessful.

Later that day, both teams received messages from the host to gather for a reward challenge. Each team made their way to a small lagoon, where they saw a structure floating in the water. A booming voice overhead instructed them to swim out to the structure and await further instructions. Once everyone from both teams had done so, a blue holographic image of the host appeared in the center to explain the rules. “The challenge is simple,” she narrated. “We want to see who can hold their breath the longest. There’s a bar you can use to keep yourself from floating up if you need it. Last one standing earns the prize for the whole team — an overnight trip at the Celestial Hotel, where our rotating film crew goes to rest. You’ll be treated to clean sheets and towels, hot showers, along with a decadent dinner and breakfast menu the next morning, before having to return to your camp.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at the incentive of a night away from sleeping on the beach, away from mosquitos, rodents, and the threat of being waterlogged by passing storms. Stomachs gurgled at the thought of hot meals that didn’t consist of rice, and the possibility of cocktails or wine. “Oh, we got this,” Jake murmured quietly to Laurel. “Bet I can hold my breath longer’n any of those Ruby kids.”

“Is that so?” Leo taunted, overhearing Jake’s comment.

“Just call me Poseidon,” Jake smirked.

“We’ll see about that,” Leo replied. “You know most of us are from an island, right? We’re basically merpeople.”

—

“Bets! Bets on who wins this!” Brandy typed into the chat window.

“Sticking with Drake,” Burns typed. “Maybe Hana. She could have another random talent up her sleeve.”

“My money’s on Liam. Look how broad his chest is,” Anya replied. “He’s got to have massive lungs to match.”

“That makes no sense,” Ella typed, adding a laughing emoji. “But I’m Team Liam anyway.”

“Don’t hate me,” Donna began. “Something tells me Jake isn’t boasting right now.”

From her screen at home, Alyssa Lauren used Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe to choose Zahra. The rest of the group picked their favorites as the castaways donned goggles and got into the water.

—

“Ready? Set! Go!”

Sixteen heads dipped under the water’s surface, with contestants pinching their noses and puffing out their cheeks as an underwater camera filmed them. A handful of them - Olivia, Alyssa, Maxwell, Diego, and Michelle - tapped out under a minute. As the sand settled, thirty seconds passed before Katrina, Laurel, Sean, and Drake headed to the surface. Just after the two minute mark, Hana, Craig, and Zahra gave up, leaving Jake, Liam, Estela, and Leo under the water.

Jake looked positively peaceful, sandy brown hair swaying with ease in the water. Estela tapped her fingers lightly across the bamboo rod, counting each second as it passed. Liam glanced over to his brother, who’d begun to turn pink. Half a minute later, Leo popped up to the surface, muttering to himself out of frustration.

Three minutes in, Liam surfaced, gasping for air, leaving Jake and Estela to battle it out between themselves. Even though the hologram host blasted a horn to signal the end of the challenge, neither Catalyst member surfaced. Liam ducked down to check on them, and Jake and Estela both signaled that they were fine. Everyone continued to wait as the pair spent minute after minute under the water.

—

“Seriously? They’re on the same team!” Anitah typed. “They won already!”

“They’ve been underwater for a scary length of time,” Brandy added. “What are they, Navy SEALs or something?”

“I think Jake mentioned he was actually in the Navy before,” Alyssa Lauren replied.

—

A digital clock appeared in the corner of the screen as the two Catalyst members continued to hold their breath underwater. With each passing minute, members from both groups began to worry. After eight minutes passed, the host’s voice rang out, advising them to pull Jake and Estela up from the water to end the challenge. Laurel and Craig ducked down, eventually pulling their teammates up. “Congratulations to The Catalysts!” the host exclaimed. “A boat will be waiting at your camp to take you to the hotel.”

Laurel swatted Jake’s arm as they made their way to the shore. “What’s wrong with you!? You were underwater for nearly ten minutes! Who does that!?”

Jake looked over his shoulder to her with a grin, mischievous sparkle in his bright blue eyes. “Ten would be a new record, my best is nine.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Imagine nine uninterrupted minutes of me holding my breath, Princess. My birthday is tomorrow, and I know exactly how I wanna celebrate,” he winked.

Laurel’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion. “Stop looking at me like that, Top Gun.”

—

That evening at the hotel, after a sumptuous feast of lobster, crab, and an endless supply of beer and wine, the Catalyst members eventually went to bed. Much later into the night, Jake was seen sneaking into Laurel’s room.

—

“I KNEW IT!” Burns typed. She laughed as her friends typed in responses full of lemon, fire, pepper, and eggplant emojis. She popped another cheese cube into her mouth and smiled, watching the rest of the episode play out.

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