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elysianslove · 4 years

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hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

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hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

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levinneheart · 4 years

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Partner in Crime

— A scenario to celebrate this blog hitting the 100 follower mark!!!

➳ Description: This is a story between enemies; a middle school friend turned salty, a high school partner turned full debate sessions, and an unfortunate girl stuck in the middle… it seems there is going to be trouble ahead.

➳ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x F!Reader

➳ Prompt: Enemies to Lovers, Shy Confessions, Scenario

➳ Genre: FLUFF, ANGST

➳ Word count: 2k+

➳ Disclaimer: Pictures used are not ours and are all credited to their owners. Haikyuu characters are owned by Haruichi Furudate.

Prologue: Trouble Ahead

Alt Route: Wit’s End (Tsukishima Route)

➳ Recap: (Y/n) had a choice to make. Go after her broken friendship with a childhood friend, or stay with the new and intriguing project partner…

She decided to stay with Akaashi as her grades were at stake and she wanted to at least get along with the latter since she was going to be the Fukurodani’s manager after the 3rd years have graduated.

I could always talk to Tsukishima later. (Y/n) thought before snapping out of her reverie when she heard a familiar voice.

“Okay. Let’s discuss it after our practice match.” The vice-captain calmly replied. “Is that okay?” To which (y/n) immediately responded with a nodding of agreement. Akaashi shot her with a small smile before walking away and joining his team who looked on with a slight smirk on their faces.

It was gone, that unfamiliar way his heart babbles at her sudden actions. What was it? Either way, she was kinda cu—

Akaashi shook his head softly to hide his red tinted cheeks whilst (y/n) looked on and smiling softly at herself before starting to help the other managers on setting everything out: the chairs, the water bottles, the towels, etc.

Later after practice, they did talk about their topic and settled on the Development of Documentaries in Volleyball as both have aspects of Volleyball and Film. Their interaction was stiff and awkward but they did sort of makeup so (y/n) counts it as a win.

When the night came, Bokuto saw (y/n) walk past the gym he and Akaashi were practicing at. “Hey (l/n)!” Bokuto called out, gaining the younger girl’s attention “Do you wanna watch our practice with Nekoma’s captain? You could assess our skills and gain experience from it!”

(Y/n) thought about it for a minute before smiling brightly. “Sure, Bokuto-kun! I can only stay for a couple hours though, since we managers are gonna cook for you all tonight.” She reasoned out before adding, “Oh! Lemme get my clipboard real quick!” as she runs off to retrieve said item.

Akaashi raised a brow in suspicion at his friend who just smiled innocently at him before the ravennette began playing with his fingers as they invited two more people to practice with them.

(Y/n) came back with her clipboard after a few minutes, she was greeted by a surprising sight: Akaashi is tossing for Bokuto and Kuroo guiding Tsukishima while whipping Lev to shape by making him practice on receiving.

When did the two of them look so cool when playing volleyball? Especially Akaashi. She asked herself as she felt her cheeks heat up. I guess I haven’t paid much attention to him when I became a manager. She rationalized, nodding slightly as if to convince herself.

After their practice, Tsukishima approached (y/n) with Yamaguchi urging him to sincerely apologize while she did the same, bowing her head slightly. “Tsukki, I’m so sorry for not talking to you.”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t take any effort too.” Tsukishima replies while Akaashi nods to you both as he walks past and stepped out of the gym with a heavy heart.

He had heard about they’re situation from the others and he wanted to give them space to sort out their differences but at the same time, something told him he didn’t like the way they got close to each other.

They may be friends but I’m— Akaashi stopped on his tracks, his eyes widening slightly in realization. It explained everything; the bubbling feeling and the heaviness on his chest. How could he not have known? The answer was in front of him the whole time, yet he didn’t notice.

Reason 1: He wasn’t the type to fight someone.

Reason 2: He could’ve agreed to her suggestion on the topic, yet he didn’t.

Reason 3: She was younger than him, which meant that she was stubborn and yet he couldn’t stop being cheeky and kept on bickering.

Reason 4— Akaashi suddenly realized something that shook his whole core, he only argued to get a response from her… Since they didn’t interact at all from the day they were partnered up.

With this new found information, Akaashi now sees (y/n) in a different light as he begins walking again with a small smile whilst a warm feeling spreads throughout his chest.

(Y/n) sighed after eating dinner with the five schools. Making dinner for all of them was tiring and she immediately felt exhausted from keeping up with the hyper first years that Karasuno and Nekoma have. All she wanted to do now was fall onto her sleeping mat and sleep as she made her way to where the girls room was and knocked before entering. She laid out her sleeping mat while the two third years put on their pajamas before changing into her pajamas herself.

The next day came sooner than (y/n) would have liked. She groaned softly as she turned from her side to her back, her head popped out of the covers before pulling the blanket off her.

(Y/n) stared blankly at the ceiling before blinking once or twice and stretching her limbs to fully wake her up. A yawn escaped from her parted lips as she slowly sat up before dragging herself out of the comfort of sleeping in for the day.

All the managers and coaches gathered around the lounge area as they all prepared for breakfast before eating with the boys then practicing, and the process repeats for lunch and dinner. This became a routine everyday during the training camp.

As days of the training camp passed by, you and Akaashi mostly kept their interactions civil. Although, there’s still occasional bickering between them – it’s not as bad as before.

And when they did argue, the 3rd years would often tease them by remarking ‘how they quarrel like an old married couple’ to which (y/n) immediately denies, effectively and ultimately forgetting about the little squabble with Akaashi while the latter shakes his head in disappointment.

(Y/n) actually developed a somewhat okay-ish friendship with her project partner while her relationship with everybody else is like being the team’s little sister as she is the youngest. While she, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi remained close. Occasionally, meeting up once in a while.

Bokuto started it all. He immediately bombarded (y/n) with his hyper energetic attitude, slightly overwhelming her with it since she wasn’t used to it as a certain someone from middle school was mean to her.

Then, Kaori and Yukie teaches (y/n) about everything she need to know about managing, including managing Bokuto’s mood swings while Washio occasionally gives (y/n) some wisdom on how to cheer their captain up or gives her encouragement which she appreciate, she actually look up to him and see him as her older surrogate brother.

Sarukui and Konoha offer (y/n) to teach her how to play volleyball while telling her about other team’s strengths and weaknesses, giving her tips and tricks on certain plays.

Ahanori and Onaga immediately became (y/n)’s friends, the three are always seen talking to each other or sitting next to each other during breaks and in between practices as the two males were easier to talk and approach.

On the last day, Tsukishima approached her. “Can we talk somewhere private for a minute?” (Y/n) agreed as he led her somewhere but Akaashi got curious so he followed them. “This isn’t easy for me. I’ve never… not like this. But. You matter to me. A lot.” Tsukishima started.

“Ok? I get that our fight wasn’t easy but you’re my friend—”

“I like you.” He interrupted, cornering her against the wall. “No, I’m not expecting a reaction, I’m just stating the fact that I like you. I’ve been in denial for years now, denying these feelings in my heart but I’m done. I like you. There. It’s out in the world.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, and if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay too. I’m not expecting you to like me back.”

(Y/n) gaped, her whole face turning beet red before gulping hard at the lump forming in her throat. “Oh, I see. I— uh...“ She shifted uncomfortably, looking everywhere for help.

Tsukishima slammed a hand against the brick wall. Halfway closing her in, but still giving her an out if she so chose. “You what?” he taunted. “Come on, (y/n). You know, you can form coherent words better than that.”

Akaashi stepped in and pulled (y/n) behind him, shielding her protectively as she pecked out from behind, holding his arm before looking at Tsukishima with an expression that said ‘I’m sorry’. He glanced between them and sighed in understanding, he gave (y/n) a wry smile and gave Akaashi a respectful nod before walking off.

For the rest of the day, Akaashi kept an eye on (y/n) and when they all got inside the bus, he sat beside her and held her hand throughout the day. He was doing something on his phone and noticed something heavy on his shoulder, he looked down and saw (y/n) leaning on it. Akaashi smiled, shifting slightly so they can both be comfortable before watching the scenery pass by the window until they reached the Fukurodani grounds.

Akaashi shook her lightly to wake her up, offering his open hand. “(Y/n), wake up. We’re here.” to which she woke up to, instinctively accepting his hand as she didn’t mind the way his hand fits snuggly in hers.

They continue their project; Akaashi does the research on his part while (y/n) does hers while co-editing it to fit their topic together perfectly. They don’t fight as much as before besides the occasional vague remarks from Akaashi that seemed kind of flirtatious?

(Y/n) can’t really tell as she never could figure out how the mind of her project partner works but she did notice that their interactions seemed to be getting more enjoyable. Back then, she was miserable as he pointed out all her weaknesses and mistakes like he already memorized them mentally. Now, he was sort of polite and humbled down in a way.

She approached him to confront him about it. “Do you regret it?”

“What?”

“You know..” she trailed off, struggling to find the correct words. “Everything…?”

He was quiet for a long moment. Heat flooded her face as she opened her mouth to tell him to forget she asked, but he finally said, “Just because we fought doesn’t mean I regretted anything as the matter of fact I didn’t, I enjoyed every single bit of it because I got to be partnered up with you.”

“Yeah.” She said with a bright smile. “Me too.”

Months went by after they got an A+ on their project together, (y/n) was now in the library and looking for a certain book that taught aspiring photographers how to start their own businesses from scratch. She found it on a shelf as she reached up to it, she discovered that she couldn’t reach it. She tiptoed in an attempt to somehow reach over it but failed miserably and when she was about to give up and move on, a hand went above her and grabbed the book she was reaching out for.

“Thanks.” She turned around to face the kind stranger only to see Akaashi was the one who helped her out. “Oh, it’s you, my partner in crime.”

He raised a brow at her before shaking his head softly with a small smile. “Always.” Akaashi replied before wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and placing his free hand on the back of her head. “You’re always my partner in crime and I’m yours.”

“Seems I’ve put myself again in a whole lot of trouble ahead.” (Y/n) chuckled softly before leaning towards him.

“That’s one of your weaknesses too,” He started before continuing, “but it’s too late to back out now.” Akaashi’s warm lip met yours in a slow yet sweet kiss before giving her the book she was reaching for and a brand new blue polaroid camera. Later, (y/n) took their first picture of them together in tribute to all the previous love quarrels they made.

Prologue: Trouble Ahead

Alt Route: Wit’s End (Tsukishima Route)

Tagging: @thesecretlifeoflilly @currentconcern cuz we worked so hard on this collab hahaha and @spiritofthescarletwoods hello 💞🌞 anon

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 5 years

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 15

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

Word count: 3.5k

Part 14 <<< >>> Part 16

MASTERLIST

“Kid,” Tony started, having had enough to watching Peter manhandle his lab material. “I’m gonna have to ask you to take a break.”

Peter, who had been hunched over his desk in the workshop, intently focused on his work and barely registering what was happening around him, hadn’t heard Tony come in. He dropped his tools and rolled back in his chair, using the heel of his hand to brush some strands of hair out of his face.

“What’s up Mr. Stark?” he asked, already alert. “Is there a mission?”

Tony winced a little and put his hands in his pockets, kicking an imaginary ball with his right foot. Peter sounded too eager for his next big mission. He noticed how he spent increasingly more time at the tower, even though the Christmas holidays weren’t over, instead of seeing his friends.

“No, Peter. There’s no mission. I just think you’ve been clocking in too often these days. I’d even go as far as to say you come here to avoid doing something else.”

Peter stared at him, blinked once. Twice. Then he tried to smile – the result was stiff and awkward.

“I don’t know what you mean. I only wanted to get this done before classes start again, I’m working on th-“

“I know what you’re working on, Peter,” Tony cut him off, taking the last few steps separating them and grabbing the little device from Peter’s desk. “I also know it’s been done for a few days now, because I crash tested it this week-end.”

Peter’s jaw clenched.

“It needs improv-“

“Will you quit arguing with me and just tell me what’s on your mine?” Tony sighed, sitting on the desk. He could tell Peter was at a hair’s width away from just rolling away on his desk chair and right into the open doors of the elevator to escape this conversation. “I can recognize the look in your eyes, I’ve had it myself. Trust me when I say that burying yourself under work doesn’t help. Now tell me, what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

“Wrong answer. You’re a terrible liar, by the way, in case I’ve never told you.”

“Nothing of your concern,” Peter tried again. It wasn’t like him to be so disrespectful towards a figure of authority, especially someone he admired as much as he did Mr. Stark, or anyone else for that matter. He was mad at himself and shouldn’t take it out on other people. “I’m sorry,” he couldn’t help but apologize. “I swear it’s nothing. It’s not important.”

His voice dwindled towards the end, and he looked away, leaning into his chair and realizing he had been in a defensive stance all day, and now he faced Mr. Stark sitting straight as an ‘I’, shoulders tense. No wonder he had noticed something was amiss.

“Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but it’s obviously important to you. Are you going to tell me or do I need to guess?”

In typical stubborn man whose pride had been wounded fashion, Peter refused to look up or answer, simply grinding his teeth and willing his mentor to leave him brood in peace while taking his frustration out on his work.

“Would a certain Miss Gerard be at the heart of your problem, by any chance?” Tony ventured, pursing his lips in wait of an answer. Peter remained quiet, but something must have given him away because Tony chuckled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face. “I haven’t seen her here in a few weeks, she used to drop by regularly after that first day you brought her here. Lovers’ quarrel?”

“You got the quarrel part right,” Peter grumbled, sucking in his cheeks. He hated that they were having this conversation. “After the shooting on Christmas’ Eve.”

“Ah. Was she mad because she thought you left her there?”

“No.” Peter groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. This was such a massive pile of steaming shit of a situation. He got himself all tangled in a web of lies – pun intended – and he hadn’t risen to the occasion to come clean when he still could. Now it was too late – she knew everything and felt betrayed, used and cheated, and she was right to feel that way. “It’s more delicate than that.”

“Do you need a woman’s opinion? ‘cause I can call Pepper if you want…“ Tony suggested, not finishing his sentence but pointing towards the elevator.

“God, no, don’t do that,” Peter pleaded, recovering some of his usual shyness and blushing at the sheer thought of having this conversation with anyone else than Tony. It was bad enough as it is. “She…” Peter licked his lips, suddenly apprehensive of Tony’s reaction. Surely, he wasn’t going to leap in joy upon hearing one more person knew Peter’s secret. Oh well, here goes nothing. “She knows, Mr. Stark.”

Not the most self-explanatory sentence, but the graveness of his tone must have been enough to understand what exactly he was talking about. Tony’s face fell a little and he sat down on the nearest chair, his mood getting serious too.

“I see.” There was a pregnant pause before he looked at Peter again. “Did you tell her?”

“No, her dog gave me away.” He looked down in shame, staring at his worn-out Converses, taking a mental note to buy a new pair one of these days.

“I’m sorry, did you just say her dog gave you away?” Tony repeated in astonishment.

“It’s a long story,” Peter simply answered. He had no desire to tell the whole story now. “I should have told her myself.”

“So it’s that serious, ugh? I take it she didn’t react very well at the news?” Tony hummed. “It’s too bad, I liked her. She’s bold and passionate. You two worked well together.”

Yeah… Peter thought, disgruntled. We did work well together… Ever since the events that brought them apart, he tried not to dwell too much on the moments they had shared. The light finger brushes, the lingering stares, the bright smiles and the easy-going companionship. Fuck, he missed her so much. Why didn’t he just tell her? Why couldn’t he keep away from her as Spider-Man? He went wrong in so many places.

“Hey, kid,” Tony called Peter when he realized he had been zoning out and wasn’t listening to a single thing he said. Peter shook his head and met Tony’s eyes. “Don’t give up just yet. It’s not the end of the world, there’s hope.”

Easy to say, not so easy to do. Peter had kept in mind what May had told him the night Emmeline stormed out of his apartment, asking him not to contact her again. He was waiting very patiently for her to process the news and come around. Every day he woke up and checked his phone, and upon seeing the lack of messages from her, he became mad at the small device and almost threw it out the window on several occasions.

All this misplaced anger. He should direct it towards himself, but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t just go out looking for a fight with some thugs, he was too strong for them. And it wasn’t like any of the Avengers still in residence would agree to beat the shit out of him during a sparring session if he asked.

A day before New Year’s Eve, Peter had called Ned and told him he had fucked up really bad, hoping that talking about I would make him feel better in some way, shape, or form, but it didn’t work in the least. If anything, Peter left worse than before. He had slept through the change of year: he had told May he was meeting with friends and went directly to the tower, where he knew he could spend the night without hearing a single firework or any other noise from the outside world.

Today, it was a week later, and while Tony had lasted remarkably long in staying out of Peter’s business, he had had to ask what was wrong. Peter knew it would come; he knew he spent way too much time at the tower for it to not look suspicious.

And tonight, he went to her apartment. He didn’t venture on her balcony, out of respect for her wish not to see him again, but he sat on top of a nearby building that gave him a direct view of the balcony he had spent so many nights on.

Every other apartment of the building was lit up and he could see people having dinner, watching TV, and whatnot. Emmeline’s was plunged in the dark and he couldn’t see a thing. He didn’t like the feeling of dread that overcame him when he realized she probably wasn’t home. Did she go away because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep away from her?

All this angst was messing with his sleeping schedule. He went back to his dorm because he didn’t want to worry May, and his low moods even rubbed off on Tessa now.

The days were slow and the weeks long until classes began again. Peter had been waiting for the day he would see Emmeline again. He feared it too, because he hadn’t heard back from her since Christmas and he was worried that she didn’t find it in herself to look past his deception.

Was she going to sit next to him in class today? Or was she going to go back to her seat at the back of the room? Had enough time passed since their argument?

To say that Peter was distraught to notice her absence was the understatement of the century. His heart dropped and he barely listened to the teacher. At the end of the day, he felt a hundred years older than when we woke up in the morning. Ned had joined him for dinner at his dorm cafeteria in an attempt to cheer him up, and Tessa was there too, sitting under the table, her head resting on Peter’s thighs – it was her go-to position these days, her way to try to lift his mood.

Peter knew they were trying to make him feel better, but he simply didn’t have the energy right now, and he played with his food until it became cold, barely paying attention to what was around him. Tessa even grew tired of seeing him mopping around and walked away. He only looked up from his untouched plate when Ned elbowed him so hard, he dropped his fork.

“What is it, Ned? I’m not in the mood.”

“Dude!” Ned whispered, nodding towards something behind Peter’s back.

When he turned around and saw Emmeline a few steps away. She was crouched down, smiling brightly at Tessa and scratching her ears, giving her pats her kisses. His heart soared at the sight, then dropped again.

She finally stood up, knocking the air out of Peter’s lungs with a mere look. He stopped breathing, half expecting her to spin on her heels and walk away. But her eyes bore into his and she didn’t move for a while. Or maybe it only felt like a long time because he hadn’t seen her in weeks. Peter was frozen in place until Ned spoke up.

“Get your ass up, man! Go talk to her.”

He did, almost tripping as he stood up, making a fool of himself in the process, but he did. He could swear he saw the shadow of a smile on her lips.

He didn’t know how he got in front of her, but there he stood, and he still didn’t have the slightest idea what to tell her.

“Let’s go somewhere we can talk,” she said, voice a little croaky but managing a smile. No hello; no beating around the bush.

Nodding, he asked Ned to keep an eye on Tessa until he came back, then led the way. They stepped out into the night. It wasn’t late but it was January and the sun set early. In any other circumstances, he would have gone to his room, but he wasn’t entirely sure she would welcome the idea. It was his personal space, and he couldn’t tell if they were still this close…

In any case, the cold air would do him some good. Get his thoughts in order, maybe. It helped with other things too. The wind helped blow away the sweet scent of her perfume following her for example.

All his senses were on high alert, everything was exponentially more intense, he was aware of every little thing: the sound of her steps behind him, her ragged breathing, the delicate brush of her shoulder against him when he held the front door open for her and she walked out of the building. No one was around, it was too cold and dark to hang out outside.

They had been quiet up until now, but he was screaming inside. A voice at the back of his head told him to break the ice and say something, anything at all, but he couldn’t.

He especially couldn’t when she turned around, looking all awkward and adorable, rubbing her left arm and biting on her lower lip, looking at her feet before finally meeting his gaze and making him forget his train of thought. Peter’s hand yearned to reach out to her, this distance was unbearable. She was standing a meter away from him, and it was too much.

“Tessa missed you,” he eventually said. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Talking about your dog? Way to go, man.

She didn’t seem to mind the awkward opening sentence and even smiled a little. She tightened her scarf around her neck before speaking.

“I missed her too,” Emmeline replied with the same shy smile she shot him before. She’s uncomfortable with me now, Peter thought bitterly. “I miss you, Peter.”

There was something he hadn’t expected to hear, and it answer to this surprising confession, he shrugged. He shrugged. Then he sucked in his cheeks, willing his heartbeat to slow down and his cheeks not to turn red. Red with embarrassment, red with flusterment, and red from frustration.

“I’m right here,” he eventually told her, keeping his voice very low even though they were alone, walking lazily across campus to nowhere in particular, just from one streetlight to the next. What else was he supposed to say?

A soft, all too familiar smile graced Emmeline’s lips then.

“You know what I mean. Four weeks feel like forever without seeing you,” she added, not making it any easier for Peter to keep his calm.

If he knew what she meant? He had missed her so much that he drove his aunt and friends crazy.

However, and as much as he hated it, a part of him was mad. Mad that she didn’t give him a chance to explain himself, mad that she disappeared for weeks and let him worry, not giving any sign of life! But it was a small, petty part of himself.

“You asked me to stay away, what did you expect I would do?”

Now that wasn’t fair, and this time Peter couldn’t stop his cheeks from flaming up after telling this blatant, shameful and petty lie. He had tried to see her again, even if he had meant it to be discrete this time, and she had been in her own right to ask to be left alone.

It came out a little harsher than intended too. Where was all this pent-up anger all those weeks of loneliness? He had felt her absence so deeply, it was hard not to sound bitter, but now wasn’t the time to let his frustration out. This was on him. He only had himself to blame.

Then again, he knew he messed up, and in the end, his own idiocy had made him as miserable as her. Shouldn’t that count for something? Play in his favor, somehow? He was grasping at straws and he knew it.

“Ouch,” Emmeline laughed a little then, wincing at his words. She looked down at her feet and then back up again. “I guess I deserve that.”

They had stopped walking. Peter couldn’t remember when exactly, but he realized it when a snowflake gently twirling down and fell on Emmeline’s cheek, her face illuminated by the sharp white light of the streetlamp they stood under.

“No, no…” Peter shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it, I just- I…” With his hands still in his pockets because he didn’t have his gloves, he shrugged again.

He had well and truly stolen that habit of shrugging important things off from Emmeline. God, he had waited to see her again for weeks and now that she was there, ready to listen to him, he fucked it up again. She was so beautiful; she took his breath away. The way she simply stood there, nose slightly buried in her thick scarf to protect it from the cold, oblivious to the effect of her mere presence on him.

“You had every right to be mad at me. I- I lied… I hid things from you… I pretended…”

The list could go on but Peter already had a hard time holding up her gaze as it was, no need to add to the list of his offences. Was it foolish of him to still hope that their blooming relationship was salvageable? Had he given too much credit to May and Tony’s encouragements?

Suddenly, Emmeline let out a shaky breath, eyes sparkling with something he couldn’t put his finger on. It had never been so hard not to close the distance between them, and Peter’s hand twitched from having to stay put. She’ll come to you, May had said. In her own time. He shouldn’t-

The impact nearly knocked him off his feet but Peter held steady and welcomed Emmeline’s embrace, even if it almost sent them both toppling over. It took him a moment to process what was happening, but luckily for him his body was quicker than his brain and his arms encircled her as soon as her body hit his.

He breathed in deeper than he had at any point during the last four weeks, and the intoxicating scent of her signature perfume filled his lungs, making him pleasantly dizzy. The way she clung to him, arms around his shoulders and face against his neck, breathed a new life into him. She gave no sign of wanting to let go, and Peter was not complaining in the least. She was soft and warm in cold, harsh environment, he could have held onto her forever.

With one hand around her waist and the other resting behind her neck, he gently stroked her hair – God, she had the softest hair he had ever touched. Not that he had a lot of material to compare it to, but it was hard to imagine anything softer than Emmeline’s long, shiny hair. Unable to hold back, Peter nuzzled it, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment and try to slow down the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.

She pulled away just as quickly as she pulled him into the hug. While Peter had no desire to let go, he unwrapped his arm from around her and let her take a step back. She was a bit red in the face, she rubbed her cheeks as if to physically get the blush to go away.

“Sorry,” she croaked out. “That was inappropriate, I just-“

“I missed you,” he finished for her, shoving his hands into his front pockets to stop himself from fidgeting. Emmeline pulled on her sleeves and looked down at her feet to collect herself before meeting his gaze again. “And I hope I haven’t ruined everything between us.”

His eyes asked the silent question he couldn’t bring himself to voice but he saw on Emmeline’s face that she read him well enough to see it.

“I’m not mad at you anymore, Peter,” she told him, earning a sigh of relief. “I know I flipped out at Christmas, and then I went cold turkey on you and disappeared from the face of the earth for weeks. I needed a bit of time to process everything and…” and figure out if you still wanted to see me now that you know the truth, Peter finished her sentence in his head.

She had told him she didn’t want to see him or Spider-Man again, but after the second week of radio silence, he spied on her apartment, trying to get a glimpse of her, just one glimpse to make sure she was alright and then he was going to leave her be. He hadn’t seen her. In fact, he had gone back once more – maybe she was just out that night? – but it seemed the place was deserted.

“I’m mad at myself, though,” she then said, making him frown and shake his head.

“What- Why?”

She hesitated. Peter’s brain gears overworked to try and find a reason for her to be mad at herself when he was the one who had deceived her. It looked like she didn’t know where to look, her eyes jumped from one thing to the next, all in an effort to not meet his eyes. Eventually, she sighed and looked up again.

“Let’s get something to drink. I think I owe you a coffee at the very least.”

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Remember Me - Chapter 7

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It was strange enough for the paladins of Voltron to have found another human this far from home, locked in a Galra prison. But it was stranger still when this human insisted that he knew them, and even that he was the former red paladin of Voltron.

That couldn’t possibly be true, could it? After all, if this Keith was actually a part of the Voltron team, then why does nobody remember him?

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The paladins filed into the bridge to wait for Coran, who entered a couple of doboshes later, gently prodding a wide-eyed Keith into the room. “Here we are,” he announced. “Guest and all. Give me just a tick to set the link up and you’ll be good to go.”

“So, um, so Kolivan’s gonna be calling?” Keith asked hesitantly, looking uncertainly toward Allura.

“Indeed,” Allura answered. She crossed the bridge to take Keith by the arm and tug him along to her spot on the bridge, the center of the field the camera would pick up for the video relay, her hand on his shoulder as though holding him in place, angled so that where Lance stood he could just see their faces, both which looked uncomfortably stiff. “Be excited, Keith,” she continued. “We’re finally getting that corroboration for your story that we’ve been waiting on, aren’t we?”

“Hey, Lance? Can I ask you a question?”

Lance startled at the voice so close to his ear, and whipped his head around to see Keith standing behind him, leaning onto the back of the couch with his arms folded over the headrest, the only person in the room not in full paladin armor as they waited for the notice from Allura that they’d touched down in Olkarion and could start heading down to the surface for their ceremonial visit.

He kept himself from wincing at being the one addressed. He didn’t mean it to be callous toward Keith, but in the couple of days he’d been on the castle ship, Lance had learned that he was a very difficult person to talk to, when he actually talked at all instead of either making himself scarce or, when he was with the other paladins, simply hanging back and watching them with a silent frown. Conversations with him were tricky to navigate. It always took Lance aback when Keith would casually bring up information that he really shouldn’t have, or use the pronoun ‘we’ when mentioning something Voltron had experienced in the past. He himself had to watch his words too; Keith wasn’t good at keeping his feelings off his face, so when others talked to him and something bugged him, it would be immediately obvious based on his sudden frown or scowl or thousand-yard-stare, but Lance could never get a handle on how to tell when something was going to upset him.

At least this time he knew that they only had a few minutes before they would need to leave to the Lions’ hangars, and the other paladins were all in the lounge too, occupied with their own activities but still present, so at least there wasn’t a risk of having to deal with too much lingering awkwardness. “Sure, go ahead,” he answered.

“Does it bother you that your armor is blue?” Keith asked.

Lance frowned at him. “Huh? Why would that bother me?”

“Because, I mean – you’re, uh, you’re piloting the Red Lion.”

“Yeah?”

“And – and you’ve been piloting her all along, right?”

“We’ve been over this,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I am the pilot of the Red Lion. What about it?”

Keith let out a breath. “Well, if you’ve been piloting Red all this time, why don’t you wear red armor?”

Lance raised a brow. “It’s not about color coordination, you know. It’d be a pretty stupid system if the Lions just let whoever was wearing a particular color fly them and no one else.”

“But, I mean, Hunk, Pidge, and Shiro all wear the same color as their Lions,” Keith said slowly.

“Sure, ‘cause that’s the armor they picked. I wanna wear blue.”

“Why?”

“What, I gotta have a reason? I dunno, I just like blue, that’s all! Brings out my eyes.” Keith tilted his head and stared, slowly moving his gaze from Lance’s eyes to his armor and back again. “Well, the effect doesn’t work if you’re thinking that hard about it,” Lance snapped. “What’s it matter, anyhow?”

“Well, it’s just – ”

“And Allura wears pink armor. There’s no Pink Lion. Why aren’t you getting onto her about it?”

Keith scowled. “Look, it’s just that, when, um, when I was a, uh – when I was on the team, um, we had – our armors, they all matched our Lions.”

“So, I wore red?”

“Um, no, you still wore blue.”

“Thought you said that I’m supposed to have switched to the Red Lion at some point. Did I wear red then?”

Keith fidgeted in his stance and started scratching a fingertip along the thin threads of the sofa. “Well, no…”

“Then, uh, I don’t see what the problem is? Clearly in your little world – ” Keith bristled at the phrasing, but Lance went on as if he hadn’t noticed. “ – the armor and Lion colors didn’t have to match either. Why are you getting all worked up over it?”

“I – I’m not getting worked up, I just – I – ” He took a deep breath. “Okay, so, who’s wearing the red armor, then?”

“No one is.” Keith jumped at Allura’s voice behind him, and Lance nearly did too; neither of them had noticed her enter the room and approach. “Red was my father’s armor. Considering how he died protecting this castle and Voltron, doesn’t it seem to you more fitting to retire the armor in his memory?”

Keith’s face flushed. “Um, I – I – yeah, I guess that, uh, makes sense…”

Allura narrowed her eyes. “Is this another detail of our lives we’ve all ‘forgotten’, Keith? That the armor was in use? Who, precisely, do you think wore it?”

She needn’t have asked. After all, Keith probably would never have asked about it in the first place if he didn’t think he was the one who wore it. And the way he blanched as he took a slow step from Allura made it clear he realized exactly what she thought of that. “I, uh, I think – I think I’m gonna go see if Coran needs help with anything,” he mumbled. “Have fun with your parade or whatever.”

“It’s not a just parade,” Allura said as he turned and left, but Keith made no response, just kept walking until he was out of sight. Once he was gone, she turned back toward the rest of the lounge with a diplomatic smile. “All right, paladins,” she said. “We’re in place over our landing point on Olkarion, so we can proceed to the bridge and then to our Lions. Big smiles, remember, we’re here to raise morale.”

The rest of the team followed her out of the lounge, and as they moved, Lance found Shiro by his side. “What were you and Keith getting into it about?” Shiro asked.

“We weren’t ‘getting into’ anything,” Lance answered. “He was just being confusing, that’s all.”

“Confusing?”

“Yeah. The usual. I can’t be the only one who thinks talking to him is exhausting, can I?”

Shiro chuckled dryly. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s a strange situation. But it’s not so bad as all that. I think it just takes time to get used to him, and his whole, ah, state of affairs, and once you do, it’s not near as tiring.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Lance huffed. “None of the rest of us get the chance to get used to it. You’re usually the only one he actually talks to.”

Shiro shrugged. “Well, I’m also usually the only one who actually talks to him.”

Lance winced. He knew Shiro probably hadn’t meant that to sound accusatory, but he wasn’t wrong; Hunk would often babble toward the half-listening Keith during meals, but other than that, all the paladins save Shiro preferred to skirt around him rather than engage. None of them really knew how they were supposed to approach him, and, besides, it wasn’t as though Keith was going out of his way to start conversations with them either.

“He’s really not so bad,” Shiro continued. “I mean, sure, he’s… off, I’ll give you that, but I don’t think there’s anything to really worry about with him.”

“Does he, uh, ever talk to you about, like, Galra-prison stuff?”

Shiro paused and the two of them walked in a pensive silence for a moment before he answered, “He touches on it. We both do. It’s not exactly an enjoyable topic, but, well, it can be good to get thoughts of it off your chest every now and then.”

“Hmm,” Lance said. He began focusing his sight a bit more on his feet than on Shiro. “You know, if you need to get stuff off your chest, it’s not like you don’t have other people here to talk to too. Like your teammates?”

He looked back up to see Shiro smiling softly over at him. “Thanks, Lance, but that’s all right. I don’t want to put that on you guys, okay?”

“You wouldn’t be – ”

“And there’s really not much to it. It’s not like we’re sitting down for therapy sessions together, just occasional little chats. It’s nice, to have someone else around who gets it without me having to say it.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” Lance mumbled.

Shiro stopped walking altogether, and Lance turned around after a couple of paces when he realized the other paladin was no longer right at his side to see Shiro frowning curiously at him. “Lance, is something bothering you?” he asked.

“No,” Lance answered. “Why would something be bothering me?”

“You seem a little upset.”

“I’m not, I’m not. I just, uh, I haven’t slept well the past couple of nights. Guess maybe that put me a bit on edge or something.”

His frown didn’t leave his face, but he slowly nodded in understanding. “Okay. If you’re sure. Want to try some hot milk before bed tonight, see if that helps?” he asked as he started walking again.

“Yeah. Sure.” They reached the bridge moments later, and Lance let the conversation trail off there as they left to their separate lions.

They reached Olkarion and settled right into their roles as entertainment. Lance went through the motions of their presentation, the parade and the Lions’ flight show, not feeling quite as excited as the audience’s cheers told him he should be. Part of it, he figured, was just having a lot on his mind, but he also suspected that his enthusiasm for these shows as a whole may be starting to wane. As thrilling as they had been initially, he supposed anything could start to lose its sparkle after enough repetition. In any case, Lance was feeling weary by the time they made it to the food-and-mingling portion of their visit, and hoped that they didn’t linger on it for too long.

Olkarion was not Lance’s favorite planet for festivities. The food they had there wasn’t bad, and they decorated well, but socializing here was not as fun as it was on most other planets. It was a planet full of scientists, and they were always much more interested in hearing about the mechanical and technical qualities of the Lions and new technologies being implemented in the war effort than hearing flirtatious jokes and stories of daring adventures, and it got boring fast. Lance was far from stupid, and could always pick up the gist of conversations, but he didn’t share the enthusiasm for math and science that Pidge or Hunk had, or have nearly as in-depth knowledge that they did, so he would wind up in the awkward position of not being the most social one at the party, a very strange position to be in for sure.

He did his best, though, keeping a smile on his face as he made small talk, laughing at jokes he understood and grinning awkwardly at the ones he didn’t, and he didn’t make any outward sign of relief when Allura announced that it was growing late and the team should start heading back to the castle.

Allura chattered excitedly to the others on the way back. Apparently Ryner had introduced her to a team that had been conducting secondhand research on quintessence. The coalition had been for a while putting plans in the works to intercept one of the Galra supply lines, and if they pulled it off, they now had a group of experts under their belt to work with them learning all that they could about it.

She only stopped her enthused talking when they returned to the ship and left the hangars, to find Coran waiting for them. “You have news?” Allura asked him.

“Kolivan’s made it to the rendezvous point on Mayall’s Object ahead of schedule,” Coran said. “I can open a communication link with him now if you have time for it.”

“Yes, thank you, Coran,” Allura said. “And fetch Keith, will you?”

“I was just about to,” Coran said with a nod, and they parted, Coran heading toward the living quarters, Allura leading the group toward the bridge.

“We’re asking Kolivan about Keith?” Lance asked.

“Of course,” Allura answered. “It’s about time we see if someone outside of Voltron is in the same boat with him as we are.”

“So, what would that mean?” Hunk asked. “Like, if Kolivan does know Keith, does that mean we’re supposed to know him too?”

Allura pursed her lips for several seconds before saying, “I don’t know. I suppose we’ll think about that after we get our answer, won’t we.”

“So, um, so Kolivan’s gonna be calling?” Keith asked hesitantly, looking uncertainly toward Allura.

“Um, yeah…” Keith said, and as he did, the bridge’s enormous screen came to life, displaying Kolivan looking steadily into the camera and at the group. “Paladins,” the Blade leader said in greeting.

“Kolivan,” Allura replied, matching his tone. “Good to be in touch again.”

“Agreed,” Kolivan said. It was hard to follow his gaze with his lack of pupils, but Lance was pretty sure he could spot just enough movement on his face to see him roam his sights among the paladins before landing on Keith. “You wanted to update me about something?” he asked.

Allura nodded. “We did. Kolivan, this is Keith, a… guest in the castle.”

“I see. Greetings, Keith.”

“Um, yeah, greetings,” Keith tentatively replied.

“We were wondering, Kolivan,” Allura said, “Whether or not you were already familiar with him. Whether you know him.”

Kolivan narrowed his eyes at Keith, who fidgeted under his gaze. “No,” he answered bluntly, and Keith’s expressioned was disappointed, but not surprised – more like he had already resigned himself to this outcome. “Is there a reason you think I should?”

“There is,” Allura answered. “Keith here believes that he is a member of the Blade of Marmora. He was certain that you could vouch for him.”

If that had surprised or confused Kolivan, he didn’t show it. He simply shook his head and said to Allura, “I have never seen this child before. In addition, we only include Galra in our ranks, as no other species can operate the empire’s military technology.”

“I am aware,” Allura said. She may have tightened her grip on Keith here, given the way he winced a little and lifted his shoulder as if trying to shrug her away, but her hand held fast. “He is of mixed descent. Half-Galra, half-Terran.”

Kolivan peered back at Keith. “He does not look it.”

“No, he doesn’t, he seems to take much more after his Terran side. Still, he seems to believe that the Blade – ”

“I’m standing right here, you know,” Keith snapped, cutting Allura off and scowling fiercely up at Kolivan. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not in the room. And I know what it sounds like, but it’s true. I don’t – I don’t know what’s going on, I really don’t, but I – I was a Blade. I swear it. I’ve had one of your blades since I was a kid, it was an heirloom. When Ulaz told Voltron about the Blade of Marmora, I came to the base, I did your Trials of Marmora, I passed. And I joined you, I was one of you, I – I went on missions and everything. I swear it, I swear on my life.”

Kolivan simply stared at Keith, face impassive. “You say you have one of our Blades?” he asked.

Keith flinched. “Well, had, actually, not have. I, uh, I had it on me when I was – when I got captured. Haven’t had it since.”

“I see,” Kolivan grunted.

“I’m telling the truth!” Keith cried. Lance had a brief déjà vu to the conversation the paladins had had with Keith after he’d first woken from the cryopod, and he decided it was nice to see someone else on the receiving end of Keith’s frustration for once. “Look, you guys are all about secrecy, right? Does anyone outside of the Blade even know about the existence of the Trials of Marmora?” Kolivan didn’t respond, which was enough of a response for Keith. “You know I’m not lying. It doesn’t make sense, I know it doesn’t, but – but it’s true. Please, it’s true. You’ve gotta believe me.” His voice had made a slow slide from angry to entreating as he talked.

There was a moment of tense silence as the paladins waited for a response from Kolivan, and then he turned back to face Allura. “I would like to speak with you and the paladins alone, if I may.”

“Kolivan?” Keith said. “I – ”

“I did, after all, plan to provide you with an update on my mission status when next I was in contact with Voltron. We have not yet had a chance to discuss this.”

“Of course,” Allura said with a nod. “Keith, if you will.”

“But I – ”

Kolivan’s gaze slid back to Keith. “I would think that a member of the Blade of Marmora would have the sense to understand when their presence would be better elsewhere, as well as an ability to follow orders from a leader. You do yourself no favors here.”

Keith’s face reddened, and he opened his mouth as if to respond, but no words came out. Coran was the one to rescue him, taking him by the crook of his arm and gently starting to usher him out. “Come along, Keith,” he said. “I could use a hand in the herbatorium. I think you’ll find the work quite fascinating.” Keith nodded dumbly and let himself be led along away from the bridge, and Coran nodded to the team before the door slid shut with an electronic hiss.

The others turned back to Kolivan after Keith and Coran were out of sight. “You have news?” Allura asked.

“A general update,” Kolivan answered. “I have overseen putting new security protocols in place at each of the Blade posts I have been to thus far, and we are working to ensure that knowledge of all operating procedures are strictly need-to-know. No Blade member should have any information regarding any base aside from the one at which they are stationed, and only those specifically assigned to base security operations can have full access.”

“Seems reasonable,” Allura said with a nod. “Are all your operatives being rebriefed on these measures?”

Kolivan took a slow breath before continuing, “The attack on our primary outpost several movements ago has been… distressing. As much as the Blade values its secrecy, we have always allowed a degree of free rein in regards to the flow of information between outposts and members. However, given recent events, I and my subalterns wonder if we should put more restrictions in place as to information availability for the operatives at large.”

“To what end?”

“We believe this may help to prevent any similar incident from occuring in the future. Our outposts have remained thoroughly hidden for centuries, but the Galra who raided the base seemed to have prior knowledge not only of its location, but of its layout, security protocols, and the general contents of our data archives. This information was not off-limits to Blade operatives housed at the base, but should not have been able to reach the Galra army. Not unless it was given intentionally.”

“… You think there might be a leak in the Blade,” Shiro said solemnly.

“I suspect it. Currently, it seems the most plausible explanation for how such information could have ended up in Galra hands. At the moment, an uptick in security and stricter clearance levels are the best preventative measures we can take, until we have been able to more thoroughly investigate the matter.” His gaze wandered past the paladins, to land pensively on the closed door at the back of the bridge. “This Keith of yours. The fact that he has knowledge about our organization is rather concerning. He is quite insistent that he is a former member?”

“He is, yes,” Allura answered.

“And he is really half-Galra?”

Allura frowned in thought. “Actually, we only have his word on that. I suppose Coran could run a scan on him to confirm. You think he might be lying about that?”

Kolivan shook his head. “Highly doubtful. Very few people would lie about being half-Galra if they were not. They are very rare, even accounting for the fact that census data is off due to half-breeds often claiming to be either full-Galra or fully their other species, if they can physically pass as such.”

“Why?” Lance asked. “Why would they think they need to hide their species?”

“Social stigma,” Kolivan answered simply. “The Galra empire considers themselves to be the superior race. A half-Galra is the result of a coupling between a Galra and another species – the Galra would have dirtied and themselves and disrespected their heritage by purposefully consorting so far below their station, and their partner would be seen as disrupting order and trying to snake their way into a level of society they do not deserve. Leaving their offspring to be the sum of the worst of each of them.”

Allura was the only paladin whose face hadn’t fallen to a grimace as Kolivan spoke, probably already at least somewhat familiar with what sort of prejudices were in place out here in space, but this was news to all the others. “That’s – that’s kinda messed up, isn’t it,” Hunk remarked.

“I do not disagree,” Kolivan said. “But, for the time being, that is the way it is. In any case, there is little chance of much social standing for a half-Galra, so most keep low profiles. The Blade itself has only a very few operatives of mixed descent, and the only half-Galra I am aware of being in any position of notability at all are – ” He paused, and his ever-present frown deepened. “ – are Lotor and his generals. He apparently makes a point of finding others like him to work under him, give them an opportunity to which they would not typically have access otherwise.”

There was silence in the control room as this information sank in. Allura and Shiro glance toward each other, Allura’s expression sharp; Shiro’s, worried. Lance knew what they were thinking, since he was pretty sure everyone in the room was thinking precisely the same thing. Pidge was the first to voice it. “You, uh, you don’t think that Keith might be…” she said slowly.

“Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” Shiro said.

“It’s not exactly a jump, though, is it,” Allura said, crossing her arms. “No one here is reaching any conclusions that are not based on concrete fact. We’ve already known that we found him under highly suspect circumstances, that he knew too much and has tried to forcefully involve himself in Voltron and the coalition, and that he’s half-Galra. Now we can add the facts that he is definitely not involved with the Blade, as Kolivan has confirmed, and that he fits the profile of someone Lotor would want at his side.”

“Yes, but – ”

“You have to admit, Shiro,” Pidge cut him off. “It really doesn’t look good.”

Shiro sighed. “I realize that, I do, but that still doesn’t make it a certainty, and it doesn’t give us the greenlight to go torches-and-pitchforks at him. Kolivan,” He looked back up toward the screen, “Do you have any solid evidence to confirm that Keith may be working with or for Lotor or the Galra empire? Or can we still consider this to be speculation?”

For a moment Kolivan was silent, face unreadable as he met Shiro’s gaze. “Have you given that boy any information regarding the Blade’s current activities and movements?” he asked in a low voice, in lieu of providing an actual answer to the question.

“No, none,” Shiro answered.

“Good. Keep it that way.” And with that, Kolivan’s screen went dark.

#vld keith #vld lance #kolivan #allura #vld fic #lance #keith #my writing #fic: remember me

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sorryimbeingapillaboutit · 7 years

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twist of fate - steve harrington (part 1)

Summary: After years of silence, you and your ex-best friend Steve start talking again.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Stranger Things fic, but I just had to write it, yanno? This will probably be a series if the first part gets a good reaction. Gosh Steve is so dreamy. Drop requests in my inbox if you have anyyy. I LOVE FEEDBACK, so gimme some!!!!

Also, gif belongs to owner.

You had been Steve Harrington’s across-the-street neighbor your entire life. You grew up riding bikes with him up and down the street, swimming in his pool on hot summer days, and sneaking out after bedtime to tell scary stories and catch fireflies. You were inseparable for the longest time- your parents and his even joked that you’d grow up and get married one day.

But Steve was a year older than you, so when he moved on to middle school while you were still in fifth grade, you grew apart. It wasn’t heartbreaking or anything- it happens. Kids grow apart. By the time you caught up with him in high school, his reputation as King Steve had been built. He was popular, dated all kinds of girls, captain of the basketball team, and had parties nearly every weekend his parents were out of town.

You weren’t like that. You hated big parties. You thought the concept of getting sloshed and screaming all night was idiotic (though you’d never done it before). You focused on your schoolwork, joined the school newspaper and yearbook staff. You and Steve didn’t run in the same circles hardly at all. Occasionally you’d chat in the hallway, but it was never anything important. You interviewed him once for an article regarding the basketball team. He stopped by with a casserole for your mom from his mom. Nothing crazy.

Last you’d heard, Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, after nearly a year of going out, for Jonathan Byers. But it didn’t make any difference to you. You had no feelings for Steve.

But then your car broke down.

“Radiator’s shot,” Said your father after hanging up the phone from his call with the mechanic. You stood in your living room, arms crossed in frustration. You had barely made it home from school today before your car sputtered out and died in the driveway. “Paul says he can’t get the parts for another two weeks.”

You frowned and let out a sigh. Your mom, who stood next to you, placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, sweetie,” She said, then looked at your father. “So how is she going to get to school then, Rob?”

“I can’t take her,” Dad replied - you hated it when your parents talked to each other like you weren’t in the room - “I have to be at work at 7:00.”

The three of you stood there in silence for a moment, all thinking, until your mom spoke up. “Oh, I know! I’ll ask Joanne if Steve can take you!” She grabbed the phone and dialed before you could even say anything.

“Wait, Mom,” You said while she waited for Mrs. Harrington to answer. “Don’t- that’s embarrassing. Steve doesn’t want to drive me to school. He’s-”

Your mom put a hand up to silence you.

“Shh. It’s not like it’s a huge inconvenience, Y/N,” she said, “He lives across the street. You go to the same- Hi, Joanne!” Mom’s voice went up an octave when Mrs. Harrington answered.

Your cheeks turned red just listening to one end of the conversation. You and Steve hadn’t had a real conversation since you were eleven years old. He didn’t want to roll up to school and have you, literally the biggest dork in the world, get out of his car.

These dark thoughts proceeded as your mom continued her conversation, and after a minute or two, hung up the phone. You and Dad looked at her expectantly.

“She says Steve would be delighted to take you to school. See? I told you there was nothing to worry about.” She said.

“Delighted?” you repeated incredulously.

“Well, maybe I flourished a little,” She admitted, grinning like there was nothing wrong at all. “Anyway, he’ll be out front at 7:30 tomorrow. He has basketball practice after school until five, so you need to sit in the gym until he’s done so he can come get you.”

“What-”

“Y/N, he’s doing us a real favor by driving you back and forth. You can wait. It’ll give you some time to do your homework, read, whatever. You’ll be fine.”

Shit.

It was January. School had been back in session from winter break for about a week, but it was still freezing outside. You stood out at the edge of your driveway all bundled up- heavy coat, gloves, scarf, hat, etc, at 7:30, waiting for Steve to come get you. It was so cold you could see your breath when you exhaled.

Where was he?

Finally, a car pulled up to the curb, and the passenger’s window rolled down, revealing good old Steve Harrington with his hands on the wheel. He looked at you, all bundled up, and raised a brow. “You look… warm.”

You got in the car without a reply. You had no intention of making any conversation with Steve- he was just giving you a ride. There was no reason for awkward small talk- this was nothing but temporary, neighborly favor. After buckling up, Steve pulled off. The air was stiff between the two of you, and there was nothing you could really do about it, even if you wanted to. The plan was to power through the World’s Most Awkward Car Ride, then move on with your day. After thirty seconds of agonizing silence, Steve finally turned on the radio. Thank god, you thought, leaning your head against the back of the car seat. The music helped - gave you something else to focus on.

That first car ride was completely silent until you arrived to school. As soon as Steve put it in park, you grabbed your backpack off the floor and rushed to get out. “Hey, wait,” he said abruptly as you started to stand up. You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Practice gets over at 5. Meet me back here then, yeah?” You nodded, then without another word, got up and went inside.

School was a blur. All you could think about was Steve. You convinced yourself it wasn’t for any other reason than you being traumatized after that awkward car ride. You convinced yourself it couldn’t be for anything else. You tried to focus on your assignments and note-takings and projects, but it was difficult. Your mind kept going back to Steve, and how awkward the ride home was going to be. You hated your car for breaking down.

After the final dismissal bell rang, you reported to the gym to sit and watch Steve’s practice. You made yourself as comfortable as possible on the hard wooden bleachers, opening your calculus book in your lap and starting your homework. A few minutes later, the team strolled out of the locker room, all shorts and shirtless, goofing off the way teenage boys do. The coach called their attention, and started off with drills. You would look up every once in awhile, but for the most part just focused on your schoolwork.

About a half an hour later, you had all your homework done, and nothing to occupy your time. In your rush this morning you’d forgotten to pack a book or your Walkman, so basically you were forced to watch their stupid practice. They were doing some sort of shooting exercise, passing the ball to each other and running up and down the court, taking shots and other basketball terms. It was all very boring, but it was all you had. You kept your eyes on Steve, finding it kind of endearing how into it he was.

“Hey, Harrington, looks like the president of your fan club decided to show up,” You heard one of the other boys shout during a water break. The boy pointed at you, and a handful of others laughed. Your face turned slightly red, and you looked down, trying to ignore them.

You heard Steve’s response. “Shut up. I’m giving her a ride home- don’t be a dick, Jacob.”

The practice ended, and you waited in the hallway outside the locker room. He walked out after a few minutes, his long locks slightly wet from either a shower or sweat- you couldn’t tell.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders. You gave him a thin-lipped smile, and the two of you started the walk to his car.

“So what happened with us?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows. He opened the door for you, and you walked out into the brisk cold.

“You know, us,” He repeated, looking over at you. The wrinkles in his forehead were adamant and demanded an answer. “We used to be really close, Y/N.”

“Yeah, when we were, like, eight,” You said, shrugging. “Now we’re not. You went off and did your whole thing,” You made a gesture with your hand. “And I did mine. No one said we had to be best friends forever.” You offered him a small smile in condolences.

Instead of dropping it, Steve stopped in his tracks. “Wait,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “What ‘whole thing’?” He asked, mimicking the gesture you had made. Was he offended?

“I mean…” You trailed off. “I don’t know, your thing, you know? The whole popular, dating girls, going to parties thing. I don’t know.” You kept walking and Steve followed you.

“And that’s why we stopped being friends?” he asked.

“I guess so,” You said, shrugging again like it was no big deal. And it wasn’t, right? And why was Steve so adamant about finding out what happened? Why did he care so much?

The two of you trekked up the little hill to reach the parking lot, and Steve’s car sat there, waiting for the two of you to get in and end this little adventure. Steve didn’t say anything, and neither did you. Nor did either of you make any move to get in the car. You just stood there, by the passenger’s door, looking at him while he was looking at you.

“Well that sucks,” Steve said after a while. You looked at him, puzzled. “It does, it sucks,” He went on. “I wish you would have said something. I thought you were mad at me or something. I missed hanging out with you, Y/N. Now I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Yeah, well, we’re different people,” You said rather blatantly. Steve looked at you like he was slightly offended. “Well, we are,” you pointed out, getting in the car. He followed your movement. “You’re the jock with the history and I’m…” You trailed off, hands hovering over the seat belt.

“You’re what?” Steve prompted you to finish. He put the keys in the ignition.

“And I’m not like you, Steve.” You said, buckling in and refusing to look at him the rest of the way home.

The next morning Steve was at your house a half-hour early, and rang the doorbell about a thousand times until you answered it in your pajamas - a tank top with no bra and an old pair of your dad’s flannel pants. “What?” You demanded, arms crossed over your chest and bed head blowing from the freezing air creeping its way inside. You had literally just woken up five minutes ago, and ‘morning person’ was not on your list of attributes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Steve grinned, his hair blowing in the freezing cold air. You step aside so he could walk in, mostly so you could shut the door. “I”m going to take you to breakfast. Go get dressed.”

“What?” You repeated, eyebrows furrowing so deep you almost struck oil. “No. I’m not going to breakfast with you.” You flat-out refused. Mornings were for coffee and contemplation, not going to breakfast with boys you barely knew anymore.

“Come on, pretty lady,” He teased, flipping a fly-away piece of your hair. You took a step back. How was he so cheerful? First of all, it was seven in the morning, and secondly, you had been kind of harsh to him the night before. He should be furious with you, or at least passive-aggressive. “Let me take you to breakfast. I’m not going to stop talking until you agree to it. Did you watch the basketball game on TV last night? Wow, those Los Angeles Lakers are pretty basket-tastic, huh? I just made up that word just now, it’s a combination of-”

“Fine!” You exclaimed, your eyes growing wide. He grinned again. “Give me five minutes. You’re such a child.”

He took a seat on a chair in the foyer, and you rolled your eyes before marching back upstairs to your room. Quickly you changed into a sweatshirt and jeans, put on a thin layer of makeup, and pull your hair into a ponytail.

You walked back downstairs to find Steve no longer sitting- instead, he was looking at the pictures on the wall in the living room. He was looking at one of you and your old dog, Trixy, before she died a few years ago. You were a freshmen in that picture, kneeling next to the dog in the backyard. Steve hadn’t noticed you standing in the doorway yet, so you took a moment to just study him. He was so different now. You thought he was cool, smooth King Steve. You’d thought for years that he was really intimidating, completely opposite from the boy you played house with growing up. But maybe now he was reverting back to that little boy. Maybe now he was coming down from his rebellious teenager phase and learning how to see good in things again. It was weird looking at him like this- he didn’t know you were there so it was like seeing an animal in its natural habitat.

You cleared your throat after a few moments, and he turned around, cheeks slightly flushed. “Ready?” He asked, taking his keys out of his pocket and twirling them around his finger. You nodded.

“I guess,” You muttered, following him out the door.

You thought he was going to take you to Benny’s (which reopened over Christmas - someone had bought it and it wasn’t nearly as good) or that one restaurant downtown. But then Steve started driving towards the Interstate, away from town. “Where are we going?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Steve looked over at you for a moment before moving his eyes back to the road. “I’m taking you to breakfast,” He said, like there was nothing weird about the fact that they were leaving town.

“No, you’re abducting me,” You retorted, looking at him like he was a psychopath. “We can’t leave town to get breakfast, we’re going to miss school.”

“You don’t think I know that, Little Miss Honor Roll?” Steve glanced over at you again. Why did your heart race a little faster when that happened? “We’re not going to school, genius.”

“I didn’t agree to that,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Turn the car around, Steve. I can’t skip.”

“Yes, you can,” He insisted, smiling at you for a second. “For once in your life, give in to a little peer pressure, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you going to say when they call our parents?” You asked.

“They won’t,” He said. “I called the school twice - pretending be either of our fathers and said we were sick. They won’t be expecting us today- I like that sweatshirt, by the way. Your dad go to IU?”

“No, I want to though,” You said, glancing down at the Indiana University logo on your sweatshirt. You shook your head, realizing he was getting you off topic. “You pretended to be my dad on the phone?”

“Yeah, wasn’t hard.They should really be careful, someone’s going to abuse how easy it is to fool the receptionist one of these days.”

“You’re an idiot.”

He drove to Terre Haute, which was a bigger city about twenty minutes from Hawkins on the highway. You listened to the radio on the way there and didn’t talk much. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as it was yesterday. And you actually felt… comfortable. It was strange, but seemed kind of natural, actually. You and Steve. Hanging out like you used to. Well, not exactly like you used to, because you weren’t eleven anymore. But similar.

Steve picked this little diner near a truck stop area and you found a little table in the corner, sitting across from him and looking at him studiously. He was so weird. Did he hit his head?

“So, you’re not mad at me?” You asked after the waitress took your drink order. Steve looked up from his watch. “About last night?” You pressed. “I was kind of a bitch.”

“No,” He shook his head, his hair bouncing along. “You weren’t a bitch. You were honest. And it didn’t kind of hurt, but at the same time, it was refreshing. Not many people just give it to me straight, you know? Sometimes I feel like people are walking on eggshells around me so much and I just like it when people are just straightforward and honest.”

“Right,” you shook your head. He really was an idiot. You didn’t know how to talk to him. “So this isn’t just some plot to get me alone so you can murder me?”

“Nah,” Steve shrugged, flashing you a thin-lipped smile. “I just wanted to hang out with you. Yesterday made me realize how much I missed. How much I missed and how much I missed you.”

“Missed me?” You repeated, feeling your heart start to thud. “That’s dumb. You didn’t miss me. We were just kids then.”

“You were my best friend for like ten years, Y/N,” Steve said. “I missed you. Yeah. I did. Deal with it.”

The rest of breakfast was catching up. He told you how he got into basketball and asked you questions about the school newspaper and what you were interested in. He said what he was interested in and talked about his breakup with Nancy and how it never actually happened. She’d never even said anything to him about it, just started dating Jonathan like nothing even happened with Steve. You felt bad for him, but he seemed like he was alright now. He was laughing and making jokes and being a goofball. And you started to agree with him - you missed him. And that scared the shit out of you.

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A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!) EVENT! Autumn Troupe’s Third Play- Tales of Chivalry: Ginji the Wanderer Translations (Episode 9):

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3 /Episode 4/Episode 5/ Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 8/ Episode 9/ Episode 10/ Epilogue A3! Master-list

Ran: So that’s how it was…

Taichi: So Sakyo-nii wasn’t leaving! I’m glad to hear that―!

Omi: I’m relieved.

Banri: …Rather, this would have never happened if you had told us something at least.

Sakyo: In other words, you guys understand, don’t you?

Juza: ?

Sakyo: I’ll be taking back the training time I missed out on this entire week.

Juza: ‘Kay.

Banri: Got’cha.

Taichi: Let’s do this!

Omi: We have to put all our enthusiasm into it.

Ran: Then, how about we start the night’s practice session at once?

Sakyo: Honestly, Hyodo, Nanao and Settsu were one thing, but to think that even you, Fushimi, would be affected too.

Omi: haha, sorry. I just thought that you had a life which we didn’t know of too.

Sakyo: …I’ve made you worry, huh.

Omi: Did you meet Juza on the way back?

Sakyo: No, That guy saw me on the train and followed me. I only noticed him while we were viewing the inside of the apartment.

Omi: I see…

Sakyo: And then, I talked a bit about my past…I couldn’t help but to speak on and on about the boring stuff.

Sakyo: It wasn’t in my intentions to do so though. He just happened to resemble me a little so I couldn’t help it.

Omi: Resemble?

Sakyo: He’d probably lead a life filled with regrets if he continued smothering hiss feelings towards plays…Like I said, perhaps he will.

Omi: He has changed ever since he started acting in plays. Juza and you, both.

Sakyo: Yeah…

Juza: “Say, will you take revenge for my father?”

Juza: “There’s trouble brewing internally as well, so I can’t make any reckless moves. Please. You’re the only one I can rely on.”

Sakyo: “I’ve not forgotten my gratitude towards you father. I’ll protect the Tatsuta group.”

Ran: (Amazing…their interactions with each other are obviously getting better and better!)

Ran: (It’s not as if all the awkwardness between their interactions have completely disappeared. Compared to before, there’s a sense of unity being created between Kazama And Tatsuta right now.)

Ran: (Juza-kun’s Tatsuta Ken has also taken a turn for the better, or rather, he’s more prideful now.)

Ran: Okay, let’s take a break for ten minutes now.

Juza: ‘Kay

Taichi: Okay!

Ran: Juza-kun, your portrayal of Tatsuta’s behaviour has improved a lot! There was no sense of inferiority even when you were acting side-by-side with Sakyo-san.

Ran: Did you have a change of mind or something?

Juza: …Rather than calling it a change of mind, I guess I understood something after talking face-to-face with him.

Juza: Ever since our opening play, Sakyo-san has always been the only one among us who’s stoic towards the plays.

Juza: I respected that part of him and had longed to be the same. Or rather, I might have been unconsciously thinking that Sakyo-san was someone beyond my capabilities.

Juza: But he also gets troubled by things, dragged around and painstakingly reached his goal. So I guess we’re the same.

Juza: I didn’t notice it at first so I didn’t really have the confidence to stand side-by-side with him as a Sub-lead actor.

Ran: …I see.

Ran: (So the change in his acting had been because of the understanding he has towards Sakyo-san…because he had found the courage he needed to stand side-by-side with him…)

Ran: (The rest of the Autumn Troupe might actually be just like how Juza is.)

Ran: (Just like how Sakyo-san feels like there’s a division between them because of their age differences and his standing, everyone else too…)

Ran: (Sakyo-san might need to talk to the others more frequently. I’m certain that the play will come to new heights if he does.)

Banri: …So how about we try out what we talked about the other day?

Sakyo: …Are we going to be doing that during the performing period too?

Ran: Of course! Okay, the cue for the person with questions of the talk corner!

Taichi: Me, me—!

Ran: Yes, Taichi-kun.

Taichi: What kinds sweets did you like back when you were kids?

Ran: Good one!

Omi: Now that’s a nice one.

Banri: Let’s go with that then.

Sakyo: Haa…

Taichi: I liked plum-flavoured snack bars!

Banri: Oh— that’s simple.

Sakyo: I had those too when I was a kid…

Taichi: It’s a cheap sweat that always satisfies me!

Ran: What about you, Juza-kun?

Juza: I liked the cookies and cakes my mother baked herself in general and also her pudding, creampuffs, eclairs, pies and…

Banri: That’s way too much!

Omi: So Juza’s love of sweets was because of his mother, huh.

Juza: They’re as about as delicious as the ones you make, Omi-san.

Ran: (It doesn’t matter how many times it takes but so long as they build up their communication through the daily questions…)

Ran: (Everyone seemed to think that it was just a bother in the beginning but they seem to be enjoying it one way or another in the end. The feeling of solidarity between them all has improved compared to before.)

Ran: (Most of the members in the Autumn Troupe don’t really like making small talk so times like this are important for them.)

Ran: (Yesterday’s rehearsal was prefect too so they’ll probably get some good experience from this.)

Taichi: How about you, Director-sensei?

Ran: I liked Baby Moon Ramen’s curry flavour.

Banri: Limited to Curry-flavours only, huh…As expected of you.

Omi: What about you, Sakyo-san?

Sakyo: …”Please give me a stamp”

Banri: Ha?

Juza: Stamp…?

Taichi: Is something the matter, Sakyo-san?

Omi: If you’re talking about the Theater Company’s stamp, the manager…

Sakyo: Could it be that none of you know about it?

Ran: Oh, I know! It’s chocolate in the shape of a stamp, isn’t it? You can find your own family name on it, right~?

Juza: …Don’t know about that.

Banri: Never seen it.

Taichi: That’s the first time I’ve heard of it.

Sakyo: ……

Ran: (I guess there’s nothing we can do about the generation gap right now…)

Ran: (But everyone will certainly be more relaxed on the day itself if we do this.)

Ran: (t’s finally the first day of the performances…I’m looking forward to the actual performance today too!)

Sakyo: ……

Taichi: Sakyo-nii, your face is stiff! Please turn into your usual terrifying Yakuza-look!

Sakyo: It’s actually the former.

Omi: I guess we’re all ready to go.

Banri: Sakyo-san, won’t you start this off all yakuza-like?

Sakyo: …Geez, don’t go saying that all of a sudden.

Sakyo: ——Let’s go, all of ya’!

Juza: ‘Kay!

Omi: Got’cha!

Banri: Got it!

Taichi: Got’cha bro!

#A3!#Act! Addict! Actors!#A-three #Otome #Translations #エースリー #Furuichi Sakyo #Nanao Taichi #Fushimi Omi #Settsu Banri #Hyodo Juza

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psi-psina · 7 years

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The Hounds of Baskerville read-through

Pt two, Dartmoor. [pt one]

(this post is a direct continuation of pt one)

Credits to Ariane DeVere once again for her transcripts.

They head to Dartmoor in silence, and begin by scouting out the area to get an idea of what they’re dealing with here. John points out Baskerville and Dewer’s Hollow, and Sherlock asks what the skull and crossbones are. A minefield? “Guess they’ve always been keen to keep people out.” …Clearly.

Sherlock…I’m begging, why do you keep lining your hearts with explosives. 😩

They work at a distance from each other, Sherlock high above on the rocks, John alone on the ground. Playing on this thread in series 2 of a literal GULF separating the two of them, simultaneously calling back the mirror-case of The Hiker & The Driver, and foreshadowing Sherlock’s suicide off Bart’s.

Then they arrive at Cross Key’s Inn. On their way in they pass a small group of tourists gathered around young Fletcher as he goes about his business of selling them on the lurid idea of the Hound escaped from Baskerville. They share an awkward moment as Sherlock protectively adjusts his coat as they pass the group and John gives him the Eyes before looking away.

John and Sherlock enter the inn, and Fletcher dons the monster mask to excite the tourists as, elsewhere, Henry grimaces as he remembers during a session with Lousie. Another very thematic transition, as Fletcher’s lighthearted joke turns into Henry’s nightmare. Louise is positioned in this scene identically to John in 221B, in a mirror, dressed in matching colours:

Mirrors. :)

Henry (Sherlock) just says that that part of the memory doesn’t change. It’s always the same. But there’s something else now; two words. Liberty and In. Sherlock himself will complete this phrase for his mirror shortly:

Liberty in death, the only true freedom.

Back at the inn now, finally some John action! John is taking care of practicalities and getting them a room at the bar as Sherlock loiters in the background eavesdropping. I love this scene sooooooo much.

Look at this:

…Cocks

sldkjfnas Look they are the ones who do this all the time I am just observing. Anyway, with all the nice background undertones about food and meat and.... . cocks creating a nice ambience (and the nice phallic beer taps?? lmao) as John get’s them a room, it’s not hard to guess what...what might be on John’s mind at this prospect of sharing a room with Sherl. So of course, Gary warmly says he’s sorry they couldn’t do John and Sherlock a double room, and John starts to say (and perhaps remind himself) that things aren’t like that between them, but Gary just smiles knowingly and John gives it up and pays him. They mirror each other with their “Ta’s”, and while Gary’s back is turned John spots an invoice for the. . . . . . meat supplies.

The meat supplies for the gay owners of the vegetarian inn for feeding their (secret) ”hound” sdkjfnaksdf. John nicks the invoice for later.

Now, Billy and Gary are simple romantic mirrors for Sherlock and John, but MORE PERTINENTLY they are CLEARLY conduits for Messer's Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, like...The curly Scottish bloke and his partner, the camp gay ginger! Not the culprits per se, just some blokes jumping on the opportunity to add some spice to their business! Playing on the local legend! Lovely amiable fellows who are nonetheless lying through their teeth about the ‘Hound’ right to the very end! The audacity! These shameless self-inserts! Also like, just more evidence that John is Steven’s self-insert and Sherlock is Mark’s asdkjf.

Anyway, John moves the subject to Baskerville (❤️) and the skull and crossbones out on the moor, hopefully asking Gary, “Pirates?”

MYCROFT: “My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher and yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?” JOHN: “I don’t know.” MYCROFT: “Neither do I. But initially, he wanted to be a pirate.”

It’s the skull and crossbones that baby Sherlock wears...when he plays pirates...

;___; JOHHHNNNNNNN. IT IS PIRATES!! He loves him!! He knows!! He just doesn’t know that he knows!! 😭 ALLOW HIMMMM!!!

But, nothing so sweet or soulful to be found at Baskerville. :( Right now, this shit IS a minefield. Gary says No no, it’s the Great Grimpen Minefield, home to the Baskerville (❤️) “testing site” that’s been going on so long unchecked that no one really knows what the hell’s in there anymore. :( Ugh, tell me about it. John takes this in and asks, a bit more warily, “Explosives?” And Gary warns him, oh no no, not just explosives, break into that heart and if you’re lucky, you just get blown up. In case you were planning a nice wee stroll. :( And unfortunately, John is not one of the lucky ones.

So…to start with this is literally ALL that is on John’s mind this entire season, he is completely obsessed and pining to DEATH because he is being tormented by some VERY strong misgivings and conflicted feelings about Sherlock which are sadly both sensible and very well founded:

SHERLOCK (rolling his eyes): Yes, if I wanted poetry, I’d read John’s emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier.

SHERLOCK: Yes, good. Skipping to the night that your dad was violently killed. Where did that happen?

SHERLOCK: ...and then there was the one with the spots; and then the one with the nose; and then ... who was after the boring teacher?

SHERLOCK: The shade of red echoes her lipstick – either an unconscious association or one that she’s deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has lurrrve on her mind. The fact that she’s serious about him is clear from the fact she’s giving him a gift at all. That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn...

And this is just a few examples from these two episodes, this isn’t even getting into the shit Sherlock does in series one that this is building off of, and this is also BEFORE Sherlock starts doing REALLY fucked up shit to him like attempting to drug him and gaslighting him in a lab experiment, or making John watch as he commits suicide off a building and allowing John to mourn for two whole years. Sherlock emotionally humiliates John, he humiliates other people in front of him, he manipulates him and is downright cruel to him at least once in basically every episode bar probably the first two, in which Sherlock more just takes him for granted and swings kinda relentlessly between pursuing and then rejecting him. John desperately wants Sherlock to be the the warm-hearted, caring, playful, funny (pirate ;_;) person he sometimes glimpses behind the facade, but he’s increasingly convinced he’s kidding himself, and just seeing what he wants to see because he’s besotted and lonely.

Anyway, Gary goes on to say that all that morbid Baskerville stuff buggers up tourism a bit, scares people off, so thank god for the demon Hound. God bless Henry and his hound from hell, made them a nice little industry off it. :) John then asks Gary if he’s ever seen the Hound and Gary says he hasn’t, but goes on to say that Fletcher has, motioning right at Sherlock, and by extension Fletcher who is standing just behind him in the entrance.

“He runs the walks, the monster walks.” “That’s handy. For trade.”

“Did wonders for Devon tourism.”

This gets Sherlock’s attention and he exits the inn to go after Fletcher. John is looking a bit distracted, eyes wandering around a bit as he gazes after Sherlock’s retreating figure with a rather amorous look…

God…But as Sherlock exits John’s line of vision a clear warning pops into focus:

Beware the Hound, John. Keep those wandering thoughts (and eyes) in check. Don’t want to get savaged. :(

Young Billy, the camp Sherlock mirror to John’s Gary, appears behind the bar and he and Gary start bantering their Hound (the cheek!!). John looks down and smiles to himself at their easy intimacy. Billy teases Gary about his snoring then asks John, “Is your’s a snorer?” And John immediately asks if they have any food. Crisps? Anything? It’s not like all the scenarios running through his head at the idea of sharing a room with his beau wasn’t bad enough, now he’s thinking about Sherlock softly snoring...in his arms…ugh that one made him hungry. He gets a drink to wash his chips down with (presuming he can get any...he never has much luck with food), since he’s halfway through a stout when he joins Sherlock outside. Needs a stiff drink after…all that.

Back with Sherlock, he takes a gamble on Fletcher being a gambler, he gets into ‘disguise’ and approaches Fletcher as a skeptical but intrigued tourist, attempting a blasé demeanour but just coming off as awkward as he tries to broach it, like he’s a bit scared Fletcher might actually have something. Fletcher gets very cagey and Sherlock asks if he has any proof which is enough to scare Fletcher off, until John appears and Sherlock turns it all into a game, which Fletcher can’t resist. He pulls out his phone and shows Sherlock a pic of an ordinary dog, which Sherlock sneers at, and taunts “Sorry John, I win.” Then Fletcher starts going on about the hollow, much like Henry was in 221B, but Sherlock still remains unconvinced. That is, until Fletcher tells them a Ghost Story, and pulls out a plaster cast of a large paw print. Sherlock is spooked now, and shies away from it a bit, eyeing it resentfully as he’s obliged to pay John. John takes another swig of beer as he eyes off Fletcher, and happily takes Sherlock’s money.

Approaching Baskerville, we are bombarded with signs signalling danger and secrecy, dogs roaming around, and men with guns. Baskerville has some strong parallels to Sherrinford, another top secret "facility” cum heart-dungeon that’s home to an escaped mayhem-causing monster that Sherlock has to confront. Sherrinford? Baskerville 2.0 tbh. Sherlock uses Mycroft’s ID to get them inside, which is absolute nonsense because Mycroft’s face is clearly on the ID lmao. Mycroft, of course, has full access to Baskerville (❤️) and “all areas” because he’s that aspect of Sherlock; The Clever One, the brain without a heart, the iceman persona, the detached puzzle solver, order, rationality, Mr. Caring-is-not-an-advantage etc. And this is the guy who’s In Charge. For fuck’s sake, Sherlock. Thank god he starts to reject alla that nonsense in The Sign of Three.

Anyway, John is anxious about all this, and quips

JOHN: Caught in five minutes. “Oh, hi, we just thought we’d come and have a wander round your top secret weapons base.” “Really? Great! Come in – kettle’s just boiled.” That’s if we don’t get shot.

John (rightly) does not anticipate any hospitality in Sherlock’s ‘ole heart, and is rather worried they might just get shot.

They drive on in and hop out of the car both seeming a bit trepidatious and are swiftly met by Corporal Lyons, who is a bit flustered by their presence and immediately asks if they’re “in trouble”. Because Baskerville (❤️) just doesn’t get inspected you see. It just isn’t done. John’s eyes wander over the attractive young Corporal and he swiftly pulls rank, getting them inside easily as a contrite Lyons scuttles to obey and give them the ~full tour~ and Sherlock is unable to completely hide his appreciation for his…Captain John Watson.

They go inside and Lyons takes them underground into the main lab. Sherlock asks Lyons about the animals they keep down here and gets all ominous about it as the ‘monsters’ inside Baskerville mill all around the lab.

“Phone Lestrade! Tell him there’s an escaped rabbit!”

FLUFFY FRIENDS. I like the way they frame the monkey’s and rabbits to look monstrous, really adds to the utter absurdity of it all. As the boys look around, Frankland exits the gas chamber and approaches them, all smiles and affability, hidden in plain sight, just like Moriarty.

FRANKLAND: Ah, new faces, how nice. Careful you don’t get stuck here, though. I only came to fix a tap!

SHERLOCK: James Moriarty is for hire. PROSECUTING BARRISTER: A tradesman? SHERLOCK: Yes. PROSECUTING BARRISTER: But not the sort who’d fix your heating. SHERLOCK: No, the sort who’d plant a bomb or stage an assassination, but I’m sure he’d make a pretty decent job of your boiler.

Lol. Frankland (Moriarty) only came to Baskerville (❤️) to fix a ‘leak’ but then…he got stuck in there…and now he’s a full blown virus 😩 Frankland gets some ominous villain treatment as he retreats and John then asks Lyons what it is that they actually do in this place;

LYONS: I thought you’d know, sir, this being an inspection. JOHN: Well, I’m not an expert, am I?

Lyons dodges John’s questions by acting like he should already know all that, then answers as imprecisely as possible. They head further on into Baskerville, now entering a lab in which they meet one Doctor Stapleton, another John mirror and one of my favourite instances of John’s bisexual coding lol. She’s another Doctor, same physical type, fair-haired, wearing a button-down cardigan and has a young daughter.

Sherlock asks what her role at Baskerville is, to which she snorts in amusement and says she’s not free to say, to which Sherlock reacts rather strongly?

Like even John is bewildered. Why do you suggest she remains that way Sherlock, hmm? Hmm? I have no idea if this is just a coincidence, but the phrasing along with Sherlock’s response just stuck out to me, especially since these are both Mark’s episodes.

She then says

STAPLETON: I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. I like to mix things up – genes, mostly; now and again, actual fingers. SHERLOCK: Stapleton. Knew I knew your name. STAPLETON: Doubt it.

This quip about Stapleton’s (= John’s) name happens right after she ambiguously says she “likes to mix things up”. Genes mostly but also, actual fingers. Has a rather, wide field, you might say. And she’s (required to be) very secretive (private) about it.

And then we get to the crux of the matter, Sherlock quips dramatically about coincidence then holds up his moleskin on which he’s written…Bluebell.

In the end, Sherlock breaks into Baskerville to find out why Bluebell had to die.

SHERLOCK: Why did Bluebell have to die, Doctor Stapleton? JOHN: The rabbit? SHERLOCK: Disappeared from inside a locked hutch, which was always suggestive. JOHN: The rabbit? SHERLOCK: Clearly an inside job. STAPLETON: Oh, you reckon. SHERLOCK: Why? Because it glowed in the dark?

“Why did I have to die, John?” CLEARLY AN INSIDE JOB. OH YOU RECKON. Sherlock’s halfway there, but we'll return to this later on, as this isn’t pertinent until John speaks to Stapleton after he’s drugged. This is just set-up for that. For now, Sherlock looks at his watch and hightails it outta there with a very indignant and confused John on his heels.

JOHN: Did we just break into a military base to investigate a rabbit?

Well…………….yeah. You did. :(

Elsewhere, the ‘security breach’ slowly makes it’s way to Mycroft who apparently receives word of this ~national security breach~ via text message and literally just rolls his eyes at his phone and sends Sherlock a text. Like, I’m laughing my ass off, did people really ever think this show was ‘realistic’. It’s NONSENSE. No one but Mycroft is involved or even notified because this is all a dumb heart-metaphor, which is also why the only action Mycroft takes is to send down Sherlock’s ‘handler’ to look after him lmao. The only thing they have ever cared about are their dumb metaphors (that I love! So much!). Sherlock just laughs at the text and says Mycroft’s getting sloppy (has he ever NOT been though…this is the question) as they rush toward the elevator, in which they conveniently bump into Frankland again. Back on ground level, they run into the stern and impressive Major Barrymore, who is quite outraged that Sherlock has staged an inspection.

BARRYMORE: The whole point of Baskerville (❤️) was to eliminate this kind of bureaucratic nonsense... SHERLOCK: I’m so sorry, Major. BARRYMORE: Inspections?! SHERLOCK: New policy. Can’t remain unmonitored forever. Goodness knows what you’d get up to.

“The whole point of Baskerville (❤️) was to eliminate this kind of bureaucratic nonsense...” Like...is this some meta-fictional yelling on Mark’s part about the heartrooms or what :/ And like, I get it, the heartrooms etc WERE no doubt intended to subvert the ‘bureaucratic nonsense’ that would inevitably swamp the first gay Holmes adaptation and allow them to tell the story they wanted to tell relatively undetected, but I’m with Sherlock on this one lmao. These fuckers have been running around unmonitored for TOO LONG and they can’t keep getting away with it! Enough is enough! Um, anyway, they’re interrupted as Lyons sets the heart-alarms off despite the intruders being like, right there with them, and just says ‘ID unauthorised’. Sherlock hands over Mycroft’s ID and just as Barrymore is about to skewer them, Frankland intervenes and is able to persuade Barrymore that Sherlock is in fact Mycroft Holmes (I guess. Since Mycroft is basically just The Brain anyway), and get them off the hook. This scene is a clusterfuck to me and one of the few where I can’t really tell if there’s anything going on because there’s no context and I can’t stand watching it because of the alarms. Like the scene with Jaqui, I feel like it’s mostly just setup for the second trip to Baskerville.

Frankland walks them out and seeks to ingratiate himself with them and insert himself into the investigation although Sherlock is clearly still on edge. He gushes about the hat, saying Sherlock’s almost unrecognisable without it (tell me about it) as Sherlock crankily says that stupid hat wasn’t his hat. (I take it anyone reading this is familiar with the meaning of the hat, but if you haven’t seen it the tjlce video explains it well). He then compliments John on his blog, “the pink thing” and “that one about The Aluminium Crutch”*[1] and with the mention of THAT debacle Sherlock abruptly changes the subject. Frankland says he knew Henry’s dad better than Henry himself and that he had all sorts of “mad theories” about Baskerville (❤️) but was nonetheless a good friend. He gives Sherlock his number, and says to give him a call if he can help with Henry.

Frankland throws some shade at Stapleton after they joke about killing Sherlock again and then they part ways. As soon as they’re alone, John immediately asks Sherlock what all that about the rabbit was, and Sherlock doesn’t answer. He smirks to himself knowingly, then flips his collar up and pulls his coat protectively around himself (in my opinion). His acts of defensiveness are so tiny, man, it breaks my heart. John, (pining to DEATH!) already wound up from being led down this rabbit hole blind, blurts out

JOHN: Oh, please, can we not do this, this time. SHERLOCK: Do what? JOHN: You, being all…mysterious with your, cheekbones, ’n turning your coat collar up so you look cool. SHERLOCK: I don’t do that! JOHN: Yeah you do.

John is simultaneously endeared and exasperated by this behaviour, but mostly he’s just dying of frustration with all his own pent up desires for his friend.

But Sherlock doesn’t really take well to stuff like this, because he think’s John’s straight. And he hates himself, so obviously he’s never gonna see affection in being teased like this (at least, certainly not the kind he wants) by a ‘mate’ with whom he’s secretly in love. I’m quite sure all he see’s here is the blokey prodding, y’know; posh boy public school with your cheekbones and high collar. A joke. A laugh. It grates at him. These micro-misunderstandings? Death.

The sexual tension continues as they sit in the car together, making awkward eye-contact and immediately looking away from each other before John brings up Bluebell again. Sherlock speculates that Jaqui made Bluebell glow with a fluorescent gene and concludes that as we know she performs “secret experiments” on bunnies, the question is now whether she’s been “working on something deadlier than a bluebell”. As we know, the answer to that question is…no. So John makes a joke.

“To be fair that is quite a wide field.”

John cracks a bi joke RIGHT THERE…AT Sherlock…he’s flirting at him again! Twice in less than five minutes! Sherlock is stumped and perhaps kinda suspicious of another joke at his expense and John just looks away and smirks to himself. I am sorry but I love this so much, John is just like, I’ve had enough of this mysterious asshole it’s MY turn to be a cryptic bitch for once! Aksjndf.

Likes to mix things up….has quite a wide field…dis bisexuelle coding, Mark! ❤️

They arrive at Henry’s house and there is a pertinent moment here that’s been deleted from the episode (perhaps because it’s too obvious), but the script snippet is included in The Sherlock Chronicles:

Sherlock asks John for his money back while they wait for Henry to answer the door, and John rebuffs him, claiming Sherlock owes him. >.< You can see Sherlock is kinda crabby when they cut to him as Henry opens the door:

Uh...tense. They head inside and John looks around, quite surprised, and asks Henry a bit tactlessly,

And this is Sherlock’s reaction:

Hooo boy. TENSE.

In the kitchen, Sherlock helps himself to Henry’s sugar as Henry tells them about the words he remembers, Liberty In, and Sherlock supplies the complete phrase. Henry asks “What now then?” and Sherlock supplies them with The Plan, as he tries to drink his sweetened coffee, which he’s having some trouble swallowing. :(

It’s not to his taste! He just doesn’t do coffee ok.

SHERLOCK: We take you back out onto the moor. See if anything attacks you.

John laughs and acts peeved about Sherlock’s recklessness and Sherlock snaps at him quietly. Got any better ideas? He concludes that if there is a monster out there, the only thing to do is find out where it lives. Time to face his fears at the scene of the crime.

*[1] - writemeastoryofsolitude’s meta “The Mystery of The Aluminium Crutch, or How Sherlock Holmes Fell in Love” has a lot of great insight’s about this particular blog post, I haven’t read it in years and from what I remember I certainly wouldn’t parse it like that myself, but it gives you a pretty good idea. :)

tagging any interested parties again :) @sarahthecoat @impossibleleaf @northstargrassmaiden @devoursjohnlock @gosherlocked @love-in-mind-palace @221bloodnun, @johnlockiseternal, @tjlcisthenewsexy etc

#sherlock #tjlc #johnlock #sherlock meta #my meta #the next part (umqra)...is my fave

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How would uf,ut, and us sans react to their s/o's ex coming back saying their still in love with them and that they should forget about sans?

UF!Sans: Its a good date. The two of you have something of a banter going back and forth. He’s finally starting to feel like he’s getting over that awkward transition between friendship and something more. ‘Course, this time it wasn’t all his fault. You were still getting over how it had ended with your ex. He didn’t know them, per se, but he knew they were a real piece of work.

Either way, for today at least, it feels easier. It feels right.

“No, no way.” You laugh. “There is no fuckin way Papyrus sleeps with a nightlight.”

He grins. “’s the truth.”

“Seriously? Tall, Dark and Edgy?”

“Yup” he chuckles. “Used to be really bad when the power would knock off Underground. Loudest I’ve ever heard him yell is when Alphys banged up the Core energy lines to our place. He didn’t sleep for a week.”

“Holy shit.” You grin and shake your head. “Why the hell would you tell me that, now I’m not gonna be able to take him seriously now.”

“Well, do me a favor,” he slipped an arm around your waist. “Make an effort, or its both our asses.”

You lean slightly into him. “I think I can take him.”

“I’d pay to see you try.”

“How much?”

“That depends, how much are you wearin’ during the fight”

You shove his shoulder and grin slightly as he laughs when a sudden voice behind you makes both of you jump slightly.”

“Y/N”

He feels you stiffen and you take a sip of your drink. Your fists clench slightly. “Fuck off.”

“Y/n….come on, I just need a chance.”

“You had a chance. You had fucking twenty. I’m all out.”

He feels his shoulders rising unconsciously as a hard angry knot forms in his rib cage. So this is the Asshole.

They come around from behind you, grabbing your hand and getting way too close for his tastes, but he doesn’t move yet. See what you do. “Baby-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You yank your hand out of their grip, and the sting of jealousy is soothed. Yeah, buddy, walk away….not in the mood to pick another fight today…

“Come on, sweetie, what we had was so good, you don’t really wanna give it up, do you?”

“Oh, real good,” you snorted. “I can’t tell what my favorite part was, the looking at other people or the making me feel like shit for breathing your air. Really, there’s too much to choose from.”

They sigh, like they’re the ones suffering. Like they’re dealing with an unreasonable child. Then its like they notice him all of a sudden. “Who the hell is this?”

“This,” he growled. “would be Sans. The current boyfriend.”

“You got a new boyfriend?” They looked at you furiously.

“Funny thing about being broken up.” you say. “You get to do this wild thing called moving on. In my case to greener pastures.”

There’s a slight thrill traveling up his spine. Proud. You’re proud to be seen with him, Proud to rub it in their face.

“I don’t like him.” They shook their head.

“Well, shame, ‘cause I was really hopin to get the invite to your birthday party.” he bit out.

“Y/n, look at him.” they say, leaning into your face a little too close again. “He clearly just wants to get you back home so he can feel you up.”

You slam your drink down and whirl on them, making both of them jump. “’Cause that’s all I’m good for, right? You’ve used that one before. Every friend I made you told me wanted me for one thing and one thing only. Newsflash, I’m not buyin the shit you’re selling.”

“You’re being irrational. Look, let’s just…let’s get you home, okay? We can talk about this.” You make no move and they snatch your wrist.

Too far.

A whisper and crackle of magic and suddenly your ex finds themselves with a hand wrapped painfully around their arm.

“What the hell-”

“they said they’re not interested.” His eye is lit up with red, pulsing magic and his voice is a barely discernable growl. “so let. them. go.”

Slightly cowed, your ex turns pale and drops your hand.

“‘scuse us a second, doll.” he plants a hand firmly on the back of your exes neck as he steers them out of the building.

He comes back a few minutes looking somewhat smug. He won’t tell you what happened (although once pressed he promises he didn’t actually hurt the jackass). Still, the future is brightly ex-less. You see them once or twice more but the second they lay eyes on Sans they’re speedwalking in the opposite direction.

UT!Sans: Its a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like this, people like your ex….

It had been going so well. For once you had managed to drag Sans’ ass out of bed before 3. You’d had the day off, so the two of you had gone to the park, just to wander around, shoot the breeze a bit. Also, Sans insisted on sampling every hot dog cart in the area.

“Seriously, is this like an ego thing for you?” You say as he dumps the fifth one in your arms. “Trying to prove your stuff was better or something?”

“Nah, ’m too lazy to be competitive.” He grinned, biting into his first one. “Just wanna find out what it tastes like without water sausages.”

“…..you need five for that?”

“Scientific process, babe.” He finishes off the first and moves onto devouring the next. “Gotta compare as many as I can to the control group so I can identify variables.”

You roll your eyes and grin. “Pulling the science thing on me, very good move. Almost distracts me from the fact that you’re full of shit.”

“No, ‘m full of hot dogs.” He grins and moves onto the third. “And-”

“Babe?”

Your shoulders go stiff and you have to force yourself to relax them. You turn around slowly to see your ex. Suitcase in hand, clothes as formal as you remember. Must be on lunch break. It had been a mistake coming this close to their work.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sans raise a brow, but he stays mercifully quiet.

“I’ve been calling you. Over and over.”

“I know.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, somewhat defensively. “I’ve been ignoring it. Over and over.”

“Why? Am I not worth an answer?” they say. “All that time….and I don’t even get an explanation for you ripping out my heart?”

You know what they’re doing. And its working. That familiar guilt is setting in, and all of a sudden all that matters is them and how they’re feeling. You feel selfish, useless, a burden. “Look, you’re…..you’re right. I should’ve explained myself. I probably owed you that. But…..I can’t do it anymore. I can be with you anymore.”

“What are you talking about, why not?” They seem to notice Sans. “Who’s this.”

“Heya. Sans the skeleton.” Sans says, wiping his face a bit. “I’m….well, their current boyfriend. Guessing you’re the ex they won’t talk about.” He’s clearly trying to stay polite, but there’s an undertone that you know means he’s bristling a bit.

There’s a look in your ex’s eyes as their eyes travel up and down Sans. A mild disdain. You’d seen that look before, directed at a few friends, and you know they’re looking at the sweatshirt, the old ketchup stains on the hood, the basketball shorts and slippers, and already deciding you’ve lost your mind.

“Y/n….who are you kidding?”

“What?”

“Look, if this was….I don’t know, some crazy attempt to make me jealous or something, you could’ve at least picked a better candidate.” They give Sans another look, the derision even more evident. “Look, let’s just go home, okay? I get off in a few hours, we can talk about this then.”

“No! Look, I told you, I can’t-”

“Don’t be stupid.” They say coolly. “You and I both know you can’t live without me.

“Hey, buddy,” Sans says. “I’m not appreciatin the tone you’re taking.”

“Look, Sam, was it?” They say, voice and face mocking every inch of the skeleton. “Sorry to waste your time, but y/n and I have a good thing going.”

“Had.” Sans corrects. “And based on this little interaction I have to wonder how good it really was.”

“Alright, sure, we’re in a rough patch right now. But we’re meant for each other. I know them better than anyone.”

“I-”

“Y/n.” they cut you off. “Go home. I’ll be there in a bit.”

You’re about to retort when you feel Sans’ hand grab yours and squeeze it. “Welp, you heard them babe.” He comes up closer and grins at you. “Let’s go home.”

Before they can say another word he’s short-cutted both of you home.

Okay, so maybe running away again isn’t the healthiest way to deal with it. But you’re too relieved to be out of there to really be concerned with it.

Truth be told, that little interaction cut Sans deeper than he’ll want to tell you. Everything in that look of your ex’s had echoed every self-conscious thought he’d ever had. But one things for sure.

“They don’t know shit about you.”

US!Sans: “Come on!” You say, body gearing up for his next move. “Show me what you got.”

His attacks suddenly fade out and the glow in his eyes diminishes somewhat. “AFTER YOU’VE RESTED A BIT.”

“Aw, come on!”

He smiled and shook his head. “A QUICK WATER BREAK. YOU LOOK DEAD ON YOUR FEET.”

“Well, we can’t all be perfect.” You mutter. Your boyfriend looks barely winded despite the fact that you’ve been at it for almost an hour and a half now. Still, you comply and sit down at the bench near the sparring area.

He picks up the water bottles from by your bags and hands you one, kissing your temple. “YOU’RE DOING WELL, THOUGH.”

“Still haven’t landed a blow on you.” You say, taking a drink.

“YOU’VE ONLY JUST STARTED TRAINING WITH ME. YOU’LL GET THERE SOON, I’M CERTAIN.” His eyes trace a few bruises on your arm and face that you’ve acquired since the session began. “ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT ME TO HEAL THOSE?”

You shake your head. “Just a couple of bruises, you don’t need to waste the magic. Besides, they’ll help me learn from my mistakes.”

He looks uncertain, but there’s a flicker of pride in those eyes that warms you down to your SOUL.

You’d been training with Sans for almost a month now, ever since Alphys had finally convinced the gym owners to set up a sparring area for former (or current, if Sans had his way) Royal Guard members. You figured if Sans was going to spend all his time here, you might as well get something out of it.

It’d been one of the hardest things you’d ever done, but also one of the most rewarding. You were in better shape than you’d ever been. You were feeling better than you ever had. And you were certain it had brought you closer as a couple. Which was good. With all the baggage you were carrying from the last relationship, you needed all the help you could get.

And as if thoughts had summoned them someone on the far side gym turned and made eye contact with you, and you felt your blood turn to ice.

Blue seemed to notice you stiffen. “Y/N? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“Sans, can we-“ You’re about to ask if you can make a hasty retreat, but its too late, they see you and are striding right toward you.

“Babe?!”

Sans’ eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the oncoming figure while dread settles in the pit of your stomach.

“What the hell are you doing here with that?!”

You grit your teeth. “We’ve been over this. I don’t want to talk to you. Ever again.”

“Is this what you’ve been doing?!” They look torn between fury, confusion, and sadness. “Going around with one of those things?”

Sans has gone quiet. He seems to be trying to piece it together.

“That thing,” You say, rising to your feet. “is my boyfriend. And I want you to go. Now.”

“Babe, what are you…..he’s a monster!”

“That fact hasn’t exactly escaped me.” You say acidly, and your heart is pounding and you hate yourself for getting this worked up again over this piece of shit and please, stars, just let them leave, don’t make Sans see this.

“And that doesn’t bother you?! I…..holy shit….” You can feel their eyes tracing the bruises. “Has he been hitting you?!”

“No!” You say, fighting the urge to cover them. “Look, just get the hell out of here, okay?”

“Baby, I don’t understand, we were so good, and if you just-“

“We weren’t!” You say, laughing somewhat incredulously. “We were stars-awful for each other! I hate how I felt with you. I hate how I made you feel with me. I don’t want it to be like that again! Hard as it may be for you to believe, I’m actually happy here. I’m happy with him!”

They shake their head. “I don’t fuckin believe you. I give you everything, work my ass off for this relationship, and you throw it off to be some monster’s squeeze? And you’re covered with bruises and I’m supposed to buy that he hasn’t hit you? They’re savages, everyone knows it.” They dart forward before you can blink and grab your hand, dragging you away. “We’re going home.”

You try to pull away, but before you can try to hard there’s a cyan blur and you’re turned loose, while your ex is being held by Sans, in such a position that they aren’t being hurt but they can’t move.

“Let go of me!”

“I’M SORRY. BUT I CAN’T ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK TO THEM LIKE THAT. WHILE I’M CERTAIN I COULD WIN YOU OVER IN ANY OTHER CASE,” he glanced at you. “YOUR BEHAVIOR TOWARDS THEM HAS CROSSED THE LINE. THEY’VE CLEARLY INDICATED THEY WOULD PREFER FOR YOU TO LEAVE. I’M GOING TO REPEAT THAT REQUEST, AND IF YOU DON’T, THEN I’LL BE FORCED TO KEEP YOU TRAPPED UNTIL YOU AGREE.”

They struggle a bit before realizing that for as small as Sans is, there’s no getting away from him. Red-faced and humiliated, they mutter “Fine” and Sans turns them loose.

They start walking away, sneering at you one last time. “Fine. Have fun with your pipsqueak monster boyfriend. When you come crawling back, I’ll try my best not to slam the door in your face.” They storm off, pick up their bag, and leave the building.

You sit back down on the bench, breathing deep. Sans is at your side, kneeling in front of you and lifting your face to look at him. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“Y….yeah.” You shake your head a bit to clear it. “Sorry, just…been awhile since our last encounter. Last one was even worse.”

“I’D BE HESITANT TO SPEAK ILL OF SOMEONE YOU WERE CLEARLY…INVOLVED WITH.” He said hesitantly. “BUT I’D SAY YOU WERE BETTER OFF WITHOUT PAYING MIND TO THEM.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“DO YOU FEEL UP TO CONTINUING OUR TRAINING, OR WOULD YOU PREFER TO GO HOME?”

You pause for a second. “You know what? I think I’ve got some energy to burn off. Just, uh,” You smile a little ruefully. “Maybe training dummies. Got somethin I need to visualize hitting right now.”

His mouth quirks slightly in a smile and he kisses your forehead. “ALRIGHT.” He stands up and pulls you to your feet. “LET ME DEMONSTRATE THAT MANUEVER I MENTIONED EARLIER…”

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Visceral - Ch. 1

Kim Junmyeon/Reader Word Count: 4,627

“Stop staring at the new kid!”

“He’s hardly new, he’s been here since the start of the year!” You hiss back. Jangmi rolls her eyes at you and stuffs more food in her mouth.

“Why do you keep looking at him anyway?” she asks making you wince at her full mouth. “Is it because he is good looking and you have a crush?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” you sigh. “He just looks interesting I guess,” you mumble back.

And it’s true, for some reason you find Kim Junmyeon to be very interesting. He is a new student, sort of, it’s already time for midterms and he joined at the start of the year. It was a bit odd to join a university course halfway through, but you assumed he had his circumstances. He seemed to have no problems finding friends and quickly became one of the group favourites. For the most part he seems quite ordinary, but you can’t help feeling curious about him.

You seem to find yourself following him around with your eyes more and more, especially during lectures when you get to stare more freely since you almost always sit at the very back and he - at the very front. You have been wondering whether it’s just because he is good looking, but even if you acknowledge that he is attractive there is something else. He just seems different.

Maybe it is his looks - maybe it is the stunning black hair, the porcelain skin, the lean muscle peaking from underneath his shirt sometimes, the bright smile when he laughs, or the way his dark eyes seem to carry the weight of the world.

You also wonder whether you’d actually realise it if you had a crush on him. You think of your previous experience in the department and it really seems quite insignificant. You’re completely lost in thought nudging the stray cucumber in your plate with your spoon when Jangmi kicks you suddenly.

“Stop glaring at your food, your prince has noticed you,” she giggles quietly and you immediately look up to see Junmyeon staring right at you.

For a moment he is completely expressionless, his dark eyes are focused on you, unblinking. He then furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head ever so slightly in what seems like a confused look, almost as if he is assessing you. You try to smile in a friendly manner, but you’re not sure if it works, because Junmyeon suddenly snaps his gaze away, back to his food.

Your heart drops for a moment and you wonder whether he was even looking at you in the first place, but before you get lost in thought again Jangmi brings up the upcoming exams and you momentarily forget about the small interaction.a

You are walking down the street back to your place, you can still see some students in the distance despite the late hour, everyone is heading home for the day after their study sessions at the library.

All of a sudden you are hit by a weird antsy feeling in your chest, like an itch that you cannot scratch. It brings you to a halt and you stare at your feet for a moment, before you turn and cross the street to the small forest on the other side of the road.

Your mother always tells you to trust your instincts, so you do just that. You immediately find a small path on the other side of the sidewalk and as soon as you step on it, it feels like something is pulling you to the other end. You follow your gut feeling, walking down the barely-there path, until you reach a small clearing and find see you were hoping you wouldn’t.

You knew all those things you were seeing were coming from somewhere, but you had never actually figured out from where. Now you have an idea.

It looks like an actual rip in the ground, crude edges with dirt falling in the darkness in the middle. It’s like something out of a movie and your curiosity turns out to overwhelm your reason making you take a tentative step forward, peering into the opening. You can’t see anything, it is just darkness, no reflection, nothing, a deep contrast to the vivid green colours surrounding it. You step back, there is enough sense in you to realise that the hole was big enough for you to easily fall into, and you really don’t want to risk that happening. Who knows what you will find on the other end.

The antsy feeling is gone, replaced by panic slowly rising in you. You know this is bad, you know something has to be done about it, especially since it’s so close to campus, but what can you do?

There is a muffled thump and the sound of leaves being crushed on the ground behind you, making you whip your head around only to see something familiar that you could only describe as ‘an ugly tiny leathery looking creature’. It is covered in dark brownish rough skin, its sharp teeth protruding in awkward angles from its crooked mouth, big black eyes and small sharp horns on top of its bald head. It seems to be walking around on two hooved legs, but upon noticing you, it leans forward resting its body on its hands, that were way too long for it’s size, and peered at you.

You are face to face with an imp. Again.

You have seen one before and it really freaked you out the first time, because it was the first nasty looking creature you came across. It never seemed to be able to do much harm, but it was more than willing to cause mischief everywhere it went. Most of the time imps stood barely above your knee in height and from what you’ve seen and read they mostly like to just cause trouble whenever they could, without getting caught.

The imp looked at you for a bit longer, its head tipped to the side in curiosity, before it let out something that sounded like a cackle and pointed behind you. It started to jump around erratically all of a sudden as it did, making you startle.

Instantly you feel dread filling you, you can feel cold creeping up on you, making you shiver. You feel stiff as you slowly turn your head around to see a sight that makes your blood freeze in your veins.

The opening on the ground is no longer just black and empty - a very long spindly arm is coming out of it. To say that it’s scary would be an understatement, the limb looks human, but the pale saggy flesh is hanging off the bone, the fingers are long and thin and end with jagged nails that are now clawing into the ground. There seem to be open wounds in it, dark holes into the flesh, but none of them are bleeding.

You almost feel like you are going to throw up from the sight, but you can barely even breathe. The arm strained as if pulling up the rest of the body from the abyss and you scramble backwards, but before you can turn around to run you trip over something and thump on the ground painfully. You don’t remember there being anything there at all a second ago, but sure enough a big pointy branch is lying next to your feet. You remember the imp and curse in your head.

The tiny creature doesn’t seem to be around anymore, it seems to have served its purpose for now – getting you in trouble. You can see a body slowly rising from the opening on the ground and you take a deep breath preparing yourself for what is to come, but it never does.

You hear fast and light footsteps from behind you and before you could even turn around, you see a blur of movement as someone rushes by you going straight for the creature in the abyss. In a flurry of movement you realise it’s a man, who without hesitation kicks the creature’s arm on the ground, loosening its grip, before punching it from the top causing the entire ugly thing to fall back into the abyss with a muffled cry.

The man is wearing familiar clothes and you are almost certain who it is, but it can’t be.

You watch him unmoving as he scrambles for his bag, that is still dangling from his shoulder, and takes out something from it, before seemingly drawing with it on both his palms. He throws his things to the side and presses his palms on the ground next to the rip there and starts chanting in a language you can’t understand. The ground in front of him rumbles and begins to start closing slowly, groaning loudly as it does. In a few moments there is nothing there, save for a few flowers that seemed to have bloomed across the split of the crack that was there.

The man turns around to look at you and your suspicions are instantly confirmed. He stands up quickly and rushes over to you. To your surprise he leans in and, rather roughly, grabs you by the elbows and stands you up in front of him.

“You’re so stupid,” Junmyeon hisses. “I can’t believe it.”

You are staring at him in awe and confusion, a little offended, but still too stunned to do anything about it. As Junmyeon opens his mouth again, the small imp from earlier shows up on your right, running towards the both of you, excitedly carrying another branch with it. Before it can do anything however, Junmyeon turns in his direction and without hesitation kicks the small thing as if it was a football.

“Go away, you menace.” Junmyeon huffs angrily as the creature lands somewhere in the bushes with a screech, before your hear sounds of it scuttling away. Junmyeon is now right in front of you looking down at you, his eyebrows furrowed and looking quite upset with you although you aren’t quite sure why.

“Thank you,” your voice is quiet and you are still utterly confused, but the weird unpleasant thing from the ground is gone and it is all thanks to Junmyeon. What you don’t like, however, is his attitude. “You didn’t really have to kick him like that though.” You mumble and your words seem to make Junmyeon even angrier than he already is.

“Oh spare me, what did you actually expect walking around like this?” he almost growls at you. He turns around and picks up his bag and looks around until he finds the small object you saw him use earlier. He flips it over in his palm and you notice that it looks like a regular piece of charcoal.

“Like what?” You ask a little irritated, you have never spoken to him before and he is already so rude.

“Oozing magic like some sort of spirit well. Why do you think a fucking ghoul came after you?” Junmyeon looks at you as if you should already know all of this, but your mind is struggling to keep up. Magic? Ghoul?

“That...that thing was a ghoul?” You ask your voice cracking.

Junmyeon seems to realise something and his eyes soften a little bit. He sighs and then suddenly takes your hand in his.

“This is going to be weird, I’m sorry, but I have to do it,” he starts and you gulp nervously, his hand is warm and rough against yours and you don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose, but the small circles he is making with his thumb seem to calm you down. “I need you to unbutton your shirt.”

Your jaw drops. You are ready to smack him right in the face, but then he squeezes your hand and continues.

“Look, I need to seal your magic, otherwise something like that will follow us. I have to draw a seal on your body, okay? It has to be close to the heart.” His voice is low and firm, his face serious.

You have been followed around by weird creatures all your life and you’ve seen a few scary ones, but mostly it was little fairies in the forest or a small fox demon here and there. Your parents believed you, although sometimes you thought it was out of pity more than anything. Regardless, you know those things are all real, it was confirmed long ago when a tulip fairy bit you once, for trying to pet her wings, and you had to lie in bed with a fever for three days. You also had to learn quickly not to talk about those things though, unless you wanted to be branded the ‘weirdo’ again.

This is the first time you are seeing something like that thing that was trying to claw out of the ground and you can’t lie to yourself that you are not scared shitless. It is also the first time someone else seems to be able to see the same things. It could be stupid, but you trust him.

You nod to Junmyeon and pull your hand away from his, reaching for the buttons of your shirt. Your hands are shaking and you bite your lips nervously, but Junmyeon seems to be willing to wait patiently as he awkwardly glances to the side. As you reach for the fourth button, Junmyeon stops you.

“That’s enough, don’t worry.” He still looks a bit angry and it might be just your imagination, but his cheeks look a bit pink as well. “Just below the collarbone should be fine for now, it’s just temporary till we get out of here.”

He is focused when he leans forward and pulls your collar to the side. You flinch when you feel the cold of the charcoal being dragged across your skin.

You have no idea what he is drawing, but with every stroke you feel as if your energy is being sapped from you. You get a little dizzy and you suddenly feel a heaviness in your chest and then as if with a snap - a weird hollow feeling follows. Junmyeon finishes up with another huff and with the final stroke your mind is swimming, you feel a bit out of breath, but you try to focus on Junmyeon’s eyes who are staring into yours.

“Are you okay?” He sounds a bit muffled, like he is in the distance rather than right in front of you, but you can still understand him so you nod. “It will get better, you just have to get used to it, be strong.”

You nod again, but you don’t feel like you can actually move.

Junmyeon is shuffling around, grabbing your things from the ground and you try to lift your arm, but your head spins and stumble. Junmyeon instantly grabs you by the elbow and steadies you. You can’t seem to be able to keep yourself upright though, so he makes you lean into him.

He is warm and his presence feels soothing, it almost feels like it could put you to sleep, but he pulls you along with him and you know you that have to keep moving.

As you walk your mind gets a little bit clearer and you realise that you were much further into the forest than you had initially thought. You walk in silence for a while, Junmyeon guiding you through the thick vegetation, making sure you don’t trip over anything.

“Where are we going?” you ask, your voice barely audible, even to yourself, but surprisingly Junmyeon has heard you.

“To your place, I need to talk to your parents.”

You furrow your eyebrows, because why the hell would he need to talk to your parents, but you can’t find the strength to question him.

You finally reach the street and you can hear and feel Junmyeon exhaling as if in relief. You are still half draped on him with him supporting most of your weight.

“Come on, my car is right over there.” He prods, guiding you to a shiny black Mercedes parked nearby, and you snort.

“What?” His pissy manners are back, but you don’t care, you still almost feel like you’re drunk.

“Why are the good looking ones always rich, is it like some law of the universe?” You mumble, your words slurring together.

Junmyeon awkwardly fishes the car keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car.

“Shut up, the seal seems to be making you weird.”

He lets you lean on the car awkwardly as you watch him open one of the back doors and chucks your bags on the seats. You half expect him to leave you to fend for yourself, but he pulls you into his side again and opens the passenger door, carefully helping your very wobbly self to sit down.

He closes the door and runs around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat quickly.

You still feel out of it and at the back of your mind you wonder if everything you’ve seen is just some weird trick of your mind, maybe Junmyeon just drugged you and isn’t actually taking you home at all.

“Tell me your address.” He suddenly demands, his voice ringing loudly in the confined space of the car.

“What? Why?” You grumble, scrunching your face unhappily.

“I need to take you to your parents and talk to them.”

“What the hell do you need my parents for?” You snap back, your grogginess making you irritable.

“Because I need to know why the fuck they let you walk around spilling magic everywhere and inviting monsters to have you for dinner?” He almost growls at you, making your mind clear up a bit more.

You huff unhappily, none of what he’s saying is making sense, but nevertheless punch in your address in the GPS.

“That’s at least a 4 hours drive,” you say. “I hope you’re prepared for that if you’re so eager to get there.” You glare at him, leaning back into the seat again and closing your eyes.

You hear Junmyeon shuffle next to you and you suddenly feel him hover over you. You snap your eyes to see him reaching for your seat belt. You watch him pull it over you, his lips pursed as he clicks it into place.

He looks up, meeting your eyes. “I have plenty of time, you are what I came here for so no need to worry about that.”

His dark eyes hold your gaze for a bit longer and you gulp nervously, your heart starting to thump hard in your chest. Junmyeon smirks as if he knows, before he suddenly turns around buckles his own seatbelt quickly and drives off.

When Junmyeon finally parks in front of your house, it’s already quite late. You know your parents are up, however, when you see the familiar lights coming from the living room window, indicating that the TV is on.

You are feeling better now, you had dozed off more than once during the drive and the short naps seemed to have helped with your dizziness. Every time you woke up, you glanced at Junmyeon to see him as serious as when you had started your impromptu trip. He was focused on the road, no sign of tiredness on his face.

“Come on,” he mumbles as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the car door. You follow him out reluctantly and watch him take your bags from the back seat.

As soon as you unlock the door, you hear some shuffling and quiet mumbles from the living room.

“Darling, is that you?” You hear your mother’s voice calling.

“Yes,” you quickly reply. Suddenly you realise the situation you’re in.

You come home out of the blue, during exam season, at god knows what time in the evening and with a guy you barely know.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead tiredly. It was too late now. You take your shoes off and elbow Junmyeon to do the same. He seems to be looking around curiously, as if studying the whole place.

As soon as you look up you see both your parents poking their heads from the living room door.

“Oh, you’ve brought a guest!” Your father chirps as he eyes Junmyeon’s bent form, while he takes his shoes off.

“Is everything alright, darling, why are you home at such an odd time?” Your mother asks, her familiar melodic voice making you feel warm.

“I just uhh,” you stop for a second, a bit unsure how to explain. You notice that both your parents are staring at you rather intensely, as if studying you.

Junmyeon finally straightens up next to you and suddenly your mother gasps quietly as your father stiffens.

What follows absolutely stuns you.

Both your parents fall into a deep bow, their voices chorusing as they speak.

“Your highness!”

They stay like that and you just stare dumbly at them. You turn to Junmyeon and his face is stoic, completely unfazed, despite him fidgeting with the bags in his hands.

“So you know who I am,” he mumbles. “Rise please,” he says a bit louder and rather impatiently.

You look back at your parents and watch them do as they are told. As they look up, they almost seem like different people, their faces are emotionless, eyes dark and focused.

“I am sorry, my lord, we really did not expect you so soon, otherwise we might have prepared something,” your father speaks up, his eyes not leaving Junmyeon’s gaze.

What does he mean ‘so soon’, how could he have possibly expected Junmyeon at the house? What is with the ‘my lord’ anyway?

“What is happening?” You ask impatiently, but nobody seems willing to answer.

“I came here only to ask why you are letting your daughter wander around with no seal or even knowledge of how to control herself?” He begins, as if everything he is saying makes any sense. “We’ve been having a lot of trouble in the area for several months, enough for my parents to send me over, and I have reason to believe this girl here is the reason for it.”

“Those were our orders, my lord, to keep her from any of for as long as we could.” Your mother replies, her voice uncharacteristically cold and steady, a complete contrast to her usual bubbliness.

“Orders from who?” Junmyeon asks, taking a step towards them.

You are still a bit dumbfounded by what was happening, but if he continues to act like that towards your parents you are going to smack him.

“You must take her to your parents,” your father speaks up again. “They will know her.”

Before Junmyeon can reply, your impatience takes the best of you.

“Okay,” you start, your voice loud and cutting through the coldness of the room. “It’s been a really, really weird day and I’d appreciate someone explaining what the hell is going on?”

Your mother seems to have had enough as well as she finally turns to you, smiling softly. She walks up to you, hugging you tightly.

“My dear, you have to go with him and it will all hopefully quickly make sense. I am sorry for being so cryptic, but both your father and I are bound by an oath.”

She pulls away and you notice her eyes are watering.

“What’s happening?” You ask, your own voice trembling. “Is this something to do with my real parents?”

“I hope you didn’t see anything awful today,” your father says, ignoring your questions, as he comes up behind your mother hugging her shoulders.

“It was just a ghoul,” you hear Junmyeon mumble from the side.

Your mother winces, her hand squeezing yours. “Those awful creatures, I really detest them.”

“It’s quite safe here and I see you’ve put a seal on her, but I think it’s best if you leave as soon as you can.” Your father says, turning to Junmyeon.

The man nods understandingly. “If what you’re saying is true, we’d best leave now.” “I don’t want to go anywhere! I have an exam in a week!” You hiss at him.

“Darling, you have to,” your mother whispers her hand giving you another squeeze. “I’ll go grab some clothes for you.” She says and quickly scuttles away to your bedroom upstairs.

Your dad quickly pulls you into his side, hugging you.

“It’s high time you learnt more about your real parents,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “Make sure you come back to us though,” he says quietly.

You nod, still confused, but choosing to trust both him and your mother. They have believed in you and supported you all this years. They have earned at least some trust.

“And be nice to him,” your father whispers, leaning in a bit more. “You never know when you might need him to save your ass again.” Your father giggles at that and you pinch him, making him ruffle your hair in retaliation.

Junmyeon is awkwardly looking around during the whole exchange, but you don’t really care. Your mother reappears soon, carrying one of your old backpacks.

“I packed as much as I could in here,” she says handing you the overflowing bag. “I hope it’s enough.”

“I don’t think we’ll be gone for that long,” you say, wincing at the heaviness.

“You never know,” your mother replies, smiling a bit sadly.

After a rather solemn goodbye you were back in Junmyeon’s car with him in the driver’s seat.

“You seem to have an interesting story,” he says quietly.

“I don’t know much about it either so don’t ask me,” you reply. You’re ashamed of the light bitterness in your tone.

You have always known your mother did not give birth to you and that your father is not your biological father, but you are a family. They have both given you so much love that even though they have kept secrets from you, you can’t justify yourself being angry with them. Now they are suddenly talking about you knowing everything and you feel almost scared of what you will uncover.

“You should sleep,” Junmyeon’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “It’s going to be a long drive.”

“Who are your parents?” You ask, looking at him.

It’s already past midnight, it’s dark and the passing lights of the road illuminate his face as you drive by them, shadow after shadow passing over Junmyeon’s features. You start to notice that he has a rather beautiful face, but you stop admiring it as you see the purse of his lips.

“Even if you have seen quite a lot, I’m still not sure you will believe me.” He says, uncertainty evident in his voice.

“Tell me,” you urge him on.

He bites his lip reluctantly as he glances at you.

“You are going to meet them anyway, I guess - my father is the Erlking of these lands,” he starts. “And my mother is his queen.”

Your mouth drops open as you stare at him. You don’t know if you’re more shocked at what he’s saying or the fact that you’re not actually surprised or think him to be mad at this point.

Junmyeon glances at you and sighs.

“See I told you,” he mumbles.

“So you’re a prince?” You ask in disbelief. “You’re an elven prince?”

Junmyeon winces at the scratchiness of your voice, but nods nevertheless.

“You are right, I should sleep a bit more,” you mumble tiredly as you face the road ahead of you, closing your eyes.

Junmyeon chuckles next to you, but remains quiet as you drift into a slightly uneasy and rather uncomfortable sleep.

A/N: Uhhhh...right *throws some glitter at you* so this came out of NOWHERE! This was not at all planned and still isn’t. I just found a snippet of this idea in my REALLY OLD drafts and felt the sudden urge to write more of it. I have not planned the future chapters or anything, but I want to try updating it from time to time as drabbles or whatnot, just to have fun with it ^^ I hope you guys enjoy it, even though it’s some uncharacteristic (for me) fantasy AU, but the photos from that photoshoot just scream A PRINCE so I immediately thought of them when I read my lil bit and here we are.

P.S. As it was actually written rather on a whim, it may have more mistakes than usual here and there I hope you can bear with me!

P.P.S. I don’t think this will affect Flutter updates -3-

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