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biderboy · 3 years

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MARAUDERS RAISING THE WEASLEYS PRT 2

contrary to popular belief, they NEVER get fred and george mixed up. each of the marauders know exactly who is who, even when the young boys try and trick them. nobody else can ever tell but they do, sometimes they indulge them though, to see their mischievous little grins

sirius let’s ron color in his tattoos when he’s feeling anxious and tells him stories about why he got them

FANILY TRIP TO A MUGGLE ARCADE !!! james and bill are on a team against sirius and george to see who can get the most tickets. charlie convinces remus to play dance dance revolution with him. lily, ginny, and percy are content playing that deal or no deal game he whole time. peter and fred spend hours on the racing games

percy and peter have a special bond, though most people think peter is bad with kids, percy quite likes his company. he always goes to him for advice and asks peter to show him certain spells

remus was the one who got ginny to take her first steps, granted he was bribing her with chocolate but STILL, she had the biggest smile on her face and took a total of 3 steps before she fell

charlie has an extremely bad temper and likes to fight with his siblings so when he gets really upset james takes him for a long ride on his broom, letting the small boy look over the miles of forests and sea to calm him down

one day bill wanted to make lily and remus breakfast and ended up burning everything so he blamed it on sirius with a perfect lie and sirius was banned from the kitchen for a month

peter was the one who decided they should have family games nights and was the one to build a giant fort, filled with blankets and pillows to fit each family member, it became a tradition they did every friday night

fred stole remus’ wand once and instead of hexing someone he simply used it to stir and mix dirt for 2 hours seeing as he thought it was a stick

sirius wanted to do a crafts day and lily ended up coming home from work to see the twins covered in paint, ron had a mustache drawn on his face, harry had glue absolutely everywhere, and bill had 4 new paper cuts

on “bring your child to work day” james brings bill, harry, ron and ginny to a quidditch practice and all his teammates coo and how cute they are. sirius takes charlie and fred to the shop and lets them sit in old cars and motorcycles all day. remus takes george to the muggle library he works out and lets him run around picking out books he likes. lily takes percy with her to hogwarts and lets him meet all his future professors.

one day james came home to see bill wrapped up in 2 blankets on his bed, sleeping peacefully. and james just joins him in his nap, so lily comes home 2 hours later and see her boys sprawled out in bed

sirius teachs each of the kids a few words and phrases in french and watches james loose his shit because “WHEN DID WE LEARN FRENCH???”

SNOW DAYS !!!!!! bunch of little red heads wrapped in 12 different lays because james is a worrier and he can’t have any of his kids getting sick, he wasn’t even going to allow ginny, george and ron out because they got sick easily

percy and harry pick flowers for lily from their garden and each time she puts them in a vase at the dinner table so everyone can see and compliment them

ron sometimes has nightmares so more often then not remus wakes up to find a tiny red head clinging to him

ALL THE BOYS LIKE TO DRESS UP IN THE MARAUDERS CLOTHES !!!!! bill sneaks into james closest and wears his old gryffindor clothes, charlie and george dress up like remus’, percy and harry raise peters closest for sweaters and socks, ginny, fred and ron sneak into sirius’ room and come out in leather jackets and boots

for father’s day they all make a bunch of cards and ask lily to take them to the muggle store to buy candy and so the boys come home to find a cake and a mess of presents and they definitely don’t cry (they do, especially james)

OH and for mother’s day the boys dress up and demand for lily to wear her prettiest dress and trhey dance through the living room and lily is so lucky to have her little (big) family

they get everywhere by floo BUT when they go to visit remus or lily’s fanily they have to take muggle transportation and the looks they get are horrible but they don’t care because sirius has harry on his shoulders and ginny is happily hanging from remus’ neck and the twins are pointing out different cars and trees

fred is an avid rock collector and spends hours telling james about each rock and what he named it and why and james listens very intently, nodding and asking questions and even gets offended when sirius gets a name wrong

bill hates cleaning and hates chores but sirius plays music while they’re cleaning his room and so he enjoys it a bit more, especially when sirius pretends to play the guitar and shouts out the words to the songs

george and remus really like rainy days and they’re more often then not found playing in the rain and jumping in mud puddles and they get so dirty, but they don’t care

charlie doesn’t like his freckles but sirius started calling them star kisses and calling charlie “baby star” and now he demands everyone to call them such

ginny and harry are very picky eaters, harry hates bananas because they are too mushy and there’s a wide variety of food ginny throws at peter because she simply doesn’t care for it

sometimes george has magic outbursts that he can’t control and random things will start levitating or smoking and to make sure he doesn’t get embarrassed, sirius cheering s him on with “yea georgie !!! ur magic is so cool !! i wish i could do that”

after each full moon, as if they know, all the kids crowd around remus’ bed and bring him a bunch of his favorite chocolate and tell him stories till he feels better again

george and fred almsot left the house in mismatched shoes and james was fully prepared to let them because it looked cool

carving pumpkins is a complete mess because ron wants to eat the pumpkin seeds and harry threw guts in bills ahir and Sirius and james are the same amount of child as the rest of them , it takes hours and the decide to paint pumpkins the next halloween

surprisingly ron was the first to start calling james “dad”, after copying harry mostly. but they all fell along into it. but at some point the started calling remus and sirius “dad” too and so when charlie went to school one day he gladly told the teacher he had 4 dads and a mum

one day remus gets up in the middle of the night to find fred and ron sitting on the kitchen floor eating sweets they weren’t suppose to have nd he sits and joins them because there was chocolate james his from him in there

i 100% think they had the “kisses make everything better” thing going on and everytime one of them got hurt, sirius would kiss the injury while simultaneously healing it and so for years they all genuinely believe kisses fix everything

bath time was so long in the house, luckily they had 2 bathrooms but still , fred liked taking long baths, ron and harry refused to even step near the bath, running around the house until one of them got caught, and count in sirius taking an hour long shower and bath time simply lasted forever

each kid, yes even bill, especially bill, had to be tucked in properly each night. each and everyone of the marauders had to say goodnight and give hugs. the younger ones demanded stories and songs until they fell asleep, and charlie absolutely made james lay in bed with him while he told james a story

lily introduces them to a ton of muggle things, including muggle sports, so the boys take a liking to soccer and every chance they get, they make james and peter run around playing with them

one day james can’t find his old gryffindor hat and goes to look for it, only to see charlie outside, sitting underneath a tree, wearing said hat. when james asks about it he says, “oh! i wear it when i miss you”

taking the kids camping was a BAD idea. ron hates bug of all sorts and had 3 fits just with the idea of having to sleep on the ground. ginny and harry won’t stop chasing bill when he’s trying to get firewood. percy insists on knowing how to put the tents up and ends up hurting more then helping. and getting a fire started was remus’ job but the twins see to like making things difficult and so they just go home

and yes this is longer than expected but once again, i will never stop talking about it

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nick-thecreator · 3 years

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Aftermath Revival: Human AU Part 2

Part 1 is right Here

Part 3 is right Here

“Yeah, it’s me, Doctor Moreau. Do you remember me?” He asked. She stood in silence for a second before stepping a bit closer. “What the FUCK are you two doing?” Angie asked, making the two turn to her, Donna taking her hand off of his face, his hand going back down to his side. She folded her arms, clearly irritated. “That’s what I was wondering,” Karl added, confused as all hell. Alcina didn’t say anything, rather deciding to walk out. “Where’re you going?” “Let’s give them some privacy.” Karl started to laugh as Donna and Salvatore fell silent. She rolled her eyes, walking out back to The Duke’s shop. Angie went over to Donna as Karl looked back to them, walking to the other side of the table. “So…” He stood in silence for a second, letting a layer of awkwardness settle over the room. “You two have history?” He asked, still trying to compute what was going on. “Yeah, we do, but I think Donna might be having some memory issues,” Salvatore replied. His voice was much clearer than before, maybe because of the lack of fishness. Donna looked back up at Salvatore, tilting her head a bit. “You don’t think so?” Karl asked Donna. “I… I think so, I just don’t remember much…” She whispered, her hand had moved from his face to his shoulder. He took her hand off of his shoulder, holding her hand in his. “I’m assuming we need to clear some things up, huh?” He smiled. “I mean, I don’t remember much as… you know…, and it seems that there are some issues with memory, huh?” Donna nodded, Angie clinging to her dress. “So, are you going to spill, or no?” Angie asked.

“Karl? Donna? Angie? Are you all alright in there?” The Duke asked from outside, having pulled over to the side of the clinic so he could be closer to them. “Yeah, we’re fine Duke,” Karl replied, yelling out to the direction of the door before turning back to them. “We should probably go.” “Why?” Salvatore asked. “The “too long, didn’t listen’, Rosa, a baby, Ethan Winters, her father, everyone got smacked up, Ethan didn’t team up with me, a fucking army showed up, Mother Miranda is dead-” “Really?!” Salvatore interrupted him, his eyes going wide, a small smile forming on his face. “Yeah…” Karl answered, confused by Salvatore’s reaction. “Anyway, there was a bomb after she died, so, yeah.” “Huh, seems like the details would be interesting to hear,” He replied. “Anyway, I should probably grab some stuff before going.” Karl just nodded, before walking towards the door. “I’ll be outside, waiting, alright?” Salvatore and Donna just nodded as Karl walked out. Salvatore looked around the room, picking up a bag before walking over to one of the cluttered tables, going through the papers and boxes underneath the table. He did find a shirt in one of the boxes, so he threw it on, surprised that it fitted him. Donna just stood back a bit as Angie looked over his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. “So, Donna, anything new in your department?” he asked, trying to make conversation. “Besides Angie, of course.” “Well-” “A WHOLE lot,” Angie interrupted. Donna went silent again. “Angie?” “Huh?” “Did I ask you?” “Um… no?” “Then let her speak, alright?” “BUT SHE NEEDS ME!” Angie shouted. Salvatore got everything he needed from his desk, standing up from the floor. “I understand, but-” He gestured to Donna, looking at Angie. “It’s healthy for her to do so.” He looked over to Donna, smiling. “Donna? You’ve spoken to me before, remember?” He asked, stepping a bit closer, lifting his hand up a bit, wanting to place it on her shoulder, but he didn’t want to startle her either. She stepped a bit closer. “You know it's safe to talk to me, right? You’re safe with me, alright?” His tone had shifted, his eyes seeming to shine. She noticed, somewhat recognizing his tone. The memory was faint, but still there. It was of him a long while ago. He sat next to her in his office, his hand on her face, speaking in the same tone after she had had a panic attack from an interaction with Mother Miranda. Her posture relaxed, putting her hand over his as she nodded. He smiled, clearing up her memory more, being able to remember the slight smile that he would give her when he would assure her that she was safe. She smiled under her face covering, unconsciously moving his hand from her shoulder to her face, over the fabric, of course. “Are you doing well under there?” He chuckled. “Mh hm.” She replied. Angie’s mouth fell open. She had never seen Donna so… comfortable with someone, nevermind someone like Salvatore Moreau, of all people. “I’m okay.” “That’s good. Anything new?” “A book-full.” “I’d love to hear it.” “Guys?” Karl asked, peaking through the doorway. They looked over to him as Angie ran over to Donna, pulling on her dress to get Donna to pick her up. She did so, taking her hand off of Salvatore’s hand as he pulled his hand back to his side, adjusting his bag. “Y’all ready?” “I believe so,” Salvatore replied, Donna nodding while facing Karl. “Come out with the rest of us then. Y’all are holding us up.” “Sorry…” He walked towards the door, Donna right behind him. “You aren’t bringing your coat?” Karl gestured to his large coat on the floor. “Hell no.” He walked out of the clinic with Donna and Angie, The Duke looking over to them. “My my, Lord Moreau, you certainly look better than expected,” The Duke commented, chuckling. “Thank you sir,” Salvatore replied. “So, where are we going?” “Somewhere safe, that’s all I know. I’m not sure exactly where though…” The Duke thought for a bit, looking around. “We could… we could…” He drew a blank as The Lords waited for his answer. “No idea, huh?” Karl asked. “Yes, unfortunately.” “Maybe the factory is still intact?” “I’m not bringing my girls to your shithole!” Alcina replied, holding onto Cassandra closely. “Fine, well…” “What about the church?” Donna suggested. “No, it was blown up,” The Duke replied. They stayed there for a few minutes, hoping that at least one of them would have a good idea. “How about we just go around the village? We could find some place that isn’t going to collapse into itself.” The Lords looked amongst themselves, nodding in agreement, for once. “Sounds good,” Salvatore replied, before stepping back in pain, his hand going to his forehead. He leaned over, clenching his teeth. “STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!” He stomped on the ground, hoping that the pain from stomping his bare foot on the rocks and dirt would be rid of his nuisance. Everyone jumped back, startled. The Duke raised a hand to his face. “Oh my, my lord, are you al-” Salvatore let out a scream before going silent, his head hanging as he lightly, yet tiredly breathed. “My lord?” Salvatore looked up at him slowly. “I’m sorry sir, just some personal issues.” “Seems like more than that. You sure?” “Yeah, sorry.” He went silent again, holding onto his arms, embarrassed. The others slowly relaxed after his outburst. “Anyway, let’s go with your plan Duke,” Karl said, trying to break the newly formed ice. “Anyone want to sit on the side?” Donna nodded, going over to the shop, sitting on the side of the shop. Alcina also took the offer, sitting on the other side. “My lord, you should sit too. You seem quite tired.” “That would be nice, thank you,” Salvatore replied, sitting next to Donna. Angie had taken up Donna’s lap, holding onto Donna’s sleeve. Karl didn’t want to sit this time, preferring to walk beside the shop. They started to go around the village, its large size making for quite a trip. Alcina was too busy with her daughters to give a damn about the others. Salvatore and Donna were making small talk, with Angie butting every now and then. Karl, on the other hand, was testing his powers to see how much they had weakened. His powers had weakened substantially, the heaviest thing he could lift up was a large, metal caldron pot, only being able to lift it a few feet off of the ground, straining himself after a while of holding it up. He sighed, wishing he still had his old powers, but, since he did have some of his powers left, he wasn’t that mad. After a long while, Karl looked over to Donna and Salvatore, seeing how they talked to each other. She wasn’t even using Angie to talk, surprising Karl. He walked a bit closer to them, trying to hear over their conversation to see if he could fit in a question. All they were talking about was what had happened after Ethan had showed up to the village, and, to be fair, that was the most interesting thing that had happened recently. Eventually, Donna told Salvatore what The Duke had told her, Alcina, and Karl about how Ethan had taken down Mother Miranda, and Salvatore’s reaction was like how it was before, with a wide grin. “Hey Sal?” Karl asked. Salvatore, Angie, and Donna turned their heads to face him. “Yeah?” Salvatore replied. “What’s the deal man?” “Huh?” “You're smiling, over MOTHER MIRANDA’S DEATH,” He pointed out, emphasizing the main part. “And the issue is?” Salvatore didn’t fully understand Karl’s issue, having been told about Karl’s seething hatred towards her. He thought he’d be happy to know another lord agreed with him. “It isn’t much of an issue, but, ya know, you kinda were her… um…” He tried to find a good word that would describe how Moreau acted with Mother Miranda. “‘Lap Dog’?” “Kinda? More like ‘Floor Dog’, but in a similar tone as a Lap Dog.” “Makes sense…” Salvatore went silent for a second. “So?” “So… what?” “What’s with the change?” “What change- Oh!” His eyes went wide, realizing what he fully meant. He laughed for a second, leaving Karl confused for that time. “What’s so funny?” “I didn’t change… Consciously, per say,” He clarified. “How!?” Karl asked, even more confused than before. Donna and Angie were also confused, but just assumed that Karl had their questions covered. “That makes no fucking-” “You remember Eva, right?” “...Yeah?” “Remember how Miranda wanted to bring her back?” “Yeah, she wanted a host to put her consciousness into.” “And where was her consciousness stored?” “The Megamycete.” “And what was Miranda getting from the Megamycete?” “Cadous?” “Yes, and what was put into us?” “Cadou…” Karl paused for a second. “So… you were like Eva?” “Kind of, not fully. Miranda did have some manipulation over it-” “Wait wait wait, slow down. What the fuck are you talking about?” “Yeah!” Angie butted in, standing up, getting into Salvatore’s face. “What’s you’re fucking deal! You just appear, then you have all the fucking answers!” “Angie, stop,” Donna tried to quiet her down. “No! What’s your deal!? With Mother!? With Donna!? With all this shit!?” Donna put her hand over Angie’s mouth, which made Angie grumbled loudly, sitting back down on her lap. “I… guess people want answers…” Salvatore muttered out, trying to calm down the situation without getting yelled at more. “That would be nice to hear, if you may,” The Duke replied, having heard the whole conversation. “This’ll be good,” Karl added. Salvatore looked over to Donna. She nodded in agreement, wanting to clear up the gaps in her memory. “What about you Alcina?” “I…” She ran her fingers over the sculpture of Bela. “I’m good.” “Alright, take it away my lord,” The Duke said, smiling. “Alrightly then, I’ll start with the earliest stuff I have...”

#resident evil village #residentevil #residentevil8 #theduke #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #moreau #resident evil human au #resident evil 8 human au #resident evil village human au #human au #au #fanfiction #nick the creator #aaaaaa

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 2 years

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Choi San

We Don't Have to Dance

Pairing: Choi San x Reader (mentions of previous relationship with Seonghwa) Just a short little drabble!! Not entirely nsfw, very PG-13

Based off the song by Andy Black

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, cheating, talk of the Devil's Tango ™, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes⚠️

Record scratch; Steve Miller band

You had no idea how your night ended up like this. You had decided to go out to a party with your best friend Ryujin, expecting to dance for a while and take a couple shots. She had dragged you along with her since you weren't one for parties, but you found yourself having some ounce of fun. At least you got to wear that new dress you found while shopping earlier that week. The cute black one with the heart lace? Yeah, you'd have to pick that up off the floor later.

Tattooed necks and tattooed hands

Hard rock blasting through the speakers in the condo shook the floor as the stranger you met roamed his hands all over your body. Intricate tattoos covered his skin; the zentangle on his hands in rhythm with the zentangle he was tracing on your arms.

Oh how don't you drown in a rainstorm?

The hum of the music was in time with the storm against his bedroom windows- the reason you had found yourself staying for longer than you should've. You had someone back at home. Someone who was waiting for you after your fun with your friend. Someone who didn't know you rode on the back of Choi San's motorcycle and agreed to fuck him at his house. Oh well. Seonghwa could wait until tomorrow... Right?

Fresh regrets, vodka sweats

Two bottles of shitty wine littered the floor along with red solo cups and your purse contents strewn all over the floor. You saw a Marilyn Manson vinyl peeking out from underneath the bed and a pack of cigarettes on the mantle piece. You were about to propose a different song when San grabbed you bridal style and threw you over the ripped leather couch.

The sun is down and we're bound to get exhausted

You glanced over to your phone on the table looking for a time. 2:30am.

And so far from the shore

You felt San trail kisses along your collarbone

You're never gonna get it

Suddenly it was getting hard to breathe

I'm a hazard to myself

"S-San."

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell, this is hell

"San." Images of Seonghwa flashed through your mind.

You're looking and whispering

He started slowly inching your shirt off as he continued to ignore you.

You think I'm someone else

"Get off me!" You yelled, leaping towards your bag and throwing the remaining contents of the cigarette box in it.

"What the hell?" San bolted up from the couch and moved his hair out of his face, revealing his face tattoos and eyebrow piercing.

He tried to grab your hand to stop your frantic movements but you were ready to leave. You had already slipped your shirt back over your torso and your phone was dialing Seonghwa as you fixed your appearance.

"Babe- what's wrong?" He asked.

You turned to look at him fully, now finally understanding the consequence of your actions. He bit his lip and pulled up his skinny jeans, making a move towards turning off the music.

"This was a mistake." Was all you said before slipping on your shoes and walking out the door.

San stared after you for a second, slightly angry at your short outburst but eventually composing himself.

Besides, you'd be back next week.

#san x reader #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #choi san #hobisfavoritespritecan

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 3: Less

Summary/Author’s note: We’re getting there I promise. I’m trying not to rush it because I know when I read a slow burn it is so much more satisfying but they are so hard to write because goddammit y’all are in love we know it, just bone. I can also post the Lannister family tree if that helps you guys see the reader’s relation, I did the research to figure out where they fit and…whew boy. That tree has a lot of branches. Enjoy.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 3k Rating/Warnings: R/18+ Language, Mentions of implied/wrongly accused rape.

(Parts) (1)(2) [MASTERLIST]

Sleep had been impossible. You tossed and turned with thoughts of the Prince and his Paramour and the proposal they had laid at your feet. The smart thing to do would be to weigh your options–compare the idea of leaving behind everything you’ve ever known, or jumping head first off a cliff into a new adventure. Instead, what you had done all night was lay in bed and think of Ellaria’s mouth on yours. You shut your eyes tightly and rolled over burying your face in the pillow.

It wasn’t like you had never thought about another woman in the way you had spent the entire night thinking about Ellaria Sand. Since you were a young girl the idea of kissing another girl had made your heart flutter beneath your breast. Women were beautiful in the same way you found men to be–it seemed a pretty straightforward concept. But to the world around you, thoughts like these made you feel ostracized, so you did what you thought was best and shoved them down into a dark part of your subconscious willing them to just disappear. One kiss from Ellaria though, had undone all of your careful repressive work and brought those feelings running to the surface like a siren breaking through the waters of the sea.

You groaned and smacked the pillow before sitting up in bed and shoving the hair from your eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming and the birds were already starting to stir outside the window of your bedchambers. You tied your hair back out of your eyes in a ribbon and pulled an old robe out of your trunk, slipping it around your shoulders. You touched the necklace that dangled between your breasts and took a deep breath before walking out into the hall.

The kitchen was already bustling with a few of the maids as they started to get breakfast ready for the guests of the castle. Fresh baked bread with freshly churned butter and clover honey sat on the table next to a plate of ham. You said good morning to one of the other ladies and sat down going straight for the fragrant bread and spreads.

“Good morning, (y/n).” One of the maids said as she sat a cup down in front of you. “Your uncle has already gone for a meeting with the other Lannisters. He didn’t want to wake you.”

You nodded but didn’t try to talk over your mouth full of food. It wasn’t like his daily agenda meant much to you, if he needed your help at the market he would have taken the time to wake you.

“He did ask if there was something you wanted to tell him?” She put her hands on her wide hips and raised a gray eyebrow.

“What?” You ask, swallowing rather hard.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with your new suitor!” She gestured over towards the window with a large, motherly smile on her face.

You follow her gaze and are glad you no longer had a mouth full of bread because you would have choked. In the window, already starting to turn towards the early morning sunrise, was a large ornate vase. The vase was filled with large orange and yellow tiger lilies, similar in color to the dress Ellaria had worn the day before–or colors that represented house Martell. You put down your breakfast and shoved the chair away from the table, quickly getting up to inspect them.

“Shit,” you breathed without thinking.

“Someone fancies you, dear,” the maid continued to smile as she laid down more dishes and silverware.

You were only half listening as a folded piece of paper caught your eye. In swirling script it simply read:

‘A conventional life is a boring life. – O & E’

You quickly stuffed the note in the pocket of your robe and picked up the vase, turning towards the stairs.

“Surely you’re not finished. You’ve barely touched your food.” The maid called after you as you started the climb back to your room.

“I’m not hungry. If he asks, tell my Uncle I’ll be home late.” You said over your shoulder as you slammed the door behind you. After setting the vase on your nightstand, you pulled the note out of your pocket and read it over again before getting dressed quickly.

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By the time you were dressed and halfway to the brothel, the city was awake and thriving. Shops were open and people were milling about procuring items that they would need for the upcoming days. A light mist had fallen over most of the city and it was as if the sky could not decide if it wanted to rain or not. You rubbed your arms in your short-sleeved dress, missing the shawl that you were now certain you left in Oberyn’s Chambers in your haste to leave the day before.

The door to the brothel was locked when you tried to turn the handle, you hadn’t thought about it possibly being closed. When did brothels start doing daily business? Unsure of what else to do, you knocked timidly.

A robed woman, you would have bet money was wearing nothing underneath, answered the door, leaning on the archway. “Can I help you, sweet one?” She said, practically purring.

“I’m here to see Prince Oberyn,” you tried. “He’s–he’s expecting me.” It was only a half lie.

She looked down your body slow enough to make you want to turn away but then she nodded her head to gesture inside. “Upstairs.” She moved to the side to allow you to pass.

The door shut behind you and you headed for the stairs. The place was much quieter than it had been the day before, as most of its patrons were probably still in bed or just beginning to take breakfast. The thought made you pause outside the bedchamber you knew belonged to the prince. We’re they even awake? Fuck. You leaned your forehead against the wood of the door contemplating turning around and walking back to the castle. But something inside you said otherwise and before you lost what little courage you had, you knocked on the door.

“Enter,” a familiar, deep voice said and you did.

Oberyn was sitting up against the headboard, a book balanced in one hand, while the other stroked Ellaria’s dark hair as she slept on his bare chest. He peered over the book as you leaned against the door to close it behind you.

“(Y/n),” he said, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice as he put the book down. As he moved to sit up, Ellaria opened her eyes. She sat up with a look of shock equal to that of the prince, the movement causing the sheet to slip, revealing her naked breast.

“I’m sorry,” you started to look away but stopped yourself, remembering their lessons from the day before. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

They stayed quiet, as if worried whatever they said would scare you off. Taking a few steps towards the bed, you continued.

“I don’t know why I’m here or what I want.” You hugged your own arms as if trying to protect yourself from the raw feelings you were voicing. “But I know that you’re right. I can’t stay in King’s Landing. I can’t go back to Casterly Rock. I can’t be a merchant.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes tightly forcing yourself to be honest. “No one has ever asked me what I want. Not until yesterday. Not until you.” You opened your eyes and looked at Ellaria. “I’m not saying yes to going to Dorne. But–I’m not saying no."

You looked between them both as you focused on the simple act of breathing normally. Here you stood, talking too much and looking like a ridiculous little girl. Surely they would rescind their offer now. Surely they would regret pursuing you like this after such an embarrassing outburst, but all they did was share a knowing smile before looking back to you.

“Say something, please.” You sighed and put a hand to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Did you get our gift?” Oberyn asked, simply.

You blinked slowly before nodding. “Y-yes. They’re lovely."

“They reminded us of you,” Ellaria said, grinning as she laid her head back on Oberyn’s chest.

“Stop,” you shook your head, feeling the heat rise to your face again, but you couldn’t help the smile that broke through your face.

Oberyn turned his head and pressed his lips to Ellaria’s hairline before sitting up. "I’ll have someone bring us up some breakfast.” As he threw his dark blue shawl around his shoulders from the day before, you were left alone with the woman you had spent the whole night dreaming about.

—

“So, I threw my dagger and pinned his hand to the wall.” Oberyn picked up a strawberry from the platter on the table and popped it into his mouth before, putting his hand against the wall like he was stuck to it.

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, smiling as Oberyn stood in front of you and Ellaria miming the perfect throw of a knife. He had been telling stories for the better part of the morning and you had been enjoying them immensely. He had a knack for it and an energy that made even the simplest of tales interesting.

“I absolutely did.” He insisted. “And it was even more impressive because he was a small man, with very small hands.” He waggled his large hand in the air as if to demonstrate.

“And you know what they say about small hands?” Ellaria said, finishing her wine and slinking off the couch towards the prince.

“What do they say about small hands?” You said, knowing perfectly well what the old adage was but wanting to hear her say it.

“Small hands means a small cock, my dear. So tell me,” she held up Oberyn’s hand and pressed hers to it, so they were palm to palm. His hand absolutely swallowed hers. “What does that say about our dear Prince’s hands?” She grinned and you blushed, looking back into your glass of wine.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into your cup not knowing what else to say.

Oberyn started to lean down to capture Ellaria’s lips but she pulled away to keep her eyes on you. “By the gods, what are you sorry for?”

“It was forward of me, to–” you swallowed hard and forced yourself to meet her gaze. “To discuss such things.”

“Discuss what? The Prince’s cock?” she let the hard sound at the end of the word echo slightly in the back of her throat for emphasis. Oberyn smirked and intertwined his fingers with his paramour’s for a moment as he looked at you.

You shook your head and broke their gaze once again. Why was she doing this? Was it her personal goal to make you slide off of the couch into a puddle on the floor? Did you care?

Ellaria let go of Oberyn’s hand and grinned. “You are a sweet one.” She walked back over to the fainting couch the two of you were sharing and pulled her legs under her as she sat. “When you’re with us, you apologize to no one."

“But why?” you asked.

“Life is too short to feel ashamed about one of the greatest pleasures in it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear and continued, “Oberyn’s talked all morning. It’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“Excellent idea,” Oberyn said, kicking his feet up on the table and refilling his cup.

“But you already know so much about me,” you joked, remembering the information that Oberyn paid for.

“I don’t want to know things that are common knowledge,” Oberyn said. “We want the good parts.”

“I’m afraid none of it is very good.” You said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your less than exciting life thus far.

“We’ll start easy,” Ellaria shared a nod with Oberyn. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

You choked into your goblet, feeling your eyes water as some of the wine went into your nose. Oberyn grinned so wide it was as if he were a child on his name day. He stroked his beard and kept his eyes on you as you cleared your throat and looked at Ellaria.

“That’s an easy question?”

“Of course,” she nodded. “The answer is a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. See? Easy.”

You looked at her with wide eyes but still smiled at her seemingly natural charm. “Fine. Yes.” Oberyn pulled his feet down off the table and leaned forward on his chair.

“Yes?” he asked, unable to mask his surprise…or perhaps it was delight.

“Yes,” you repeated. “It was a long time ago.”

“Well, that much is obvious.” Ellaria interrupted.

“You’re making fun of me,” you said and she put a hand to her chest in mock surprise.

“Of course I’m not,” she said, and looked at Oberyn. “Would I do such a thing?”

“Do not make me answer that,” he said smartly and looked back at you. “Continue, (y/n).”

You took a deep breath and set your cup on the table in favor of wringing your hands in your lap and not meeting either of their gaze. “It was a childhood infatuation. A stupid fantasy really.” You started and when neither one of them interrupted you, you continued. “My uncle didn’t think it was a good match–below the Lannister name.”

“But you didn’t think that,” Ellaria said, not as a question but more of a statement.

“No,” you shook her head. “He was kind. He listened to me. That alone was more important than his house.”

"Who was your father?” Oberyn raised an eyebrow and you rubbed your forehead.

“My father and Uncle are Joanna’s brothers.”

“Tywin’s deceased wife?”

“Yes. It gets messy when everyone seems to forget that Tywin is Joanna’s second cousin.” You felt embarrassed laying the family tree on the table, but everyone knew the Lannister obsession with keeping everything within the family.

“So, that make’s Tywin–” Ellaria prompted.

“Another uncle, by marriage?” You shook your head and looked exasperated. “I would need to draw it out.”

“What happened to your love from the Rock?” Oberyn asked, changing the subject.

“Right. I was young, and stupid, and we thought we were much sneakier than we actually were.” You swallowed hard and tried to keep your voice from wavering. “We went out to the woods for a midday–” you waved your hand in the air, fumbling for a word to use.

“Fuck,” Ellaria prompted.

“Yes, thank you–” you continued. “And my Uncle had someone follow us. And, on the advice of the almighty Tywin Lannister, had him arrested for rape.” You blinked rapidly and looked upwards refusing to let something you had worked so hard on repressing, surface in front of them. “The charges were dropped of course because it wasn’t true–but the embarrassment was enough to make him run for the hills.” You picked up your glass and took a rather large drink. “Because everyone knows when you fuck a Lannister, you fuck the whole family apparently–and no one wants to do that.” Your tone was bitter, but you couldn’t help it as you ran the cup in between your palms, feeling the weight of their gaze on you.

“It’s not your fault,” Ellaria said simply, moving to sit closer to you.

“I know that,” you said, still looking down at your glass.

“Do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and putting her finger under your chin to make you look at her.

Your eyes were burning with unshed tears but you stubbornly swallowed them along with the lump in your throat. “Then whose fault is it?”

“Tywin Lannister’s,” Oberyn said firmly, his tone containing a sharp bite.

“And your Uncle’s,” Ellaria nodded.

“Well,” you just shrugged lightly in agreement with them, not knowing what else to say. “Not only am I damaged goods–I’m damaged goods with a terrifying family.”

Oberyn got up, pushing his chair back so abruptly it scraped against the wooden floor, making you and Ellaria jump. He moved to the window of the room and leaned against it, looking out at the people below in silent thought. His shoulders moved slowly with a few deep breaths before he finally spoke, turning to look back at you, “The Lannister’s are not terrifying. They are not gods looking down on us from Casterly Rock–they bleed just like all other men.”

“Oberyn,” Ellaria said carefully.

He moved across the room and knelt down in front of you on one knee. “And you, my lioness,” he took your hand gently, giving you an opportunity to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. “Are not damaged goods,” he mumbled the words against your knuckles as he pressed his lips to your hand and gave you a small squeeze.

Ellaria balanced her chin in her hand and watched the two of you with a small smile. The gesture was so tender coming from a man you had heard so many stories about–and only just met for yourself the day before. It made your chest tight. It made your heart beat a little faster and see such an imposing figure in a new light.

“Your lioness?” you said, biting your lip and moving the topic to something lighter. You squeezed his hand and rubbed the pad of your thumb over his large fingers.

Oberyn froze, realizing that you heard exactly what he had said and chuckled. “My apologies.”

“Don’t apologize.” “Don’t apologize.”

Both you and Ellaria said the same thing at the same time and looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Oberyn let go of your hand and rolled his eyes, standing up and moving back to his chair. “What have I gotten myself into?” he asked no one in particular as you and Ellaria continued to giggle.

It felt good to laugh. It felt good to talk to people who seemed interested in what you had to say and think. You felt as if a weight had been taken from your shoulders now that someone other than those responsible knew of the injustice of your past. It didn’t make it right. It didn’t make it better. It just made it…less.

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aloy-and-jaana · 3 years

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_____ “Aloy..” Jaana repeated the name that had been given to her. “She was Nora. I thought they never left their sacred land. What could she be doing all the way up here in The Cut?” That girl certainly carried herself differently than any Nora Jaana had ever seen.

Burgrend shrugged with a chuckle. “What’s gotten into you? Your face is glowing like a freshly lit forge!” He chuckled.

Jaana quickly shook her head, flustered, “nothing! Just.. well, you saw her! Nothing so interesting or exciting ever happens around here! It’s been gloomy weather and bad news for weeks, and then she shows up here in the midst of a daemon terrorizing Song’s Edge. What did she ask you? Did she say where she was going? She left in a bit of a rush.“

“She just asked a few questions about the daemon. I sent her after Ourea’s apprentice. Not sure she knows what she’s getting into, that one, or why she felt so invested. I mean, she’s not even Banuk…” Burgrend began muttering to himself a little, as he often did. Jaana shot her head towards the entrance to Song’s Edge that opened up into the vast wilderness of The Cut.

“She left on her own? At this hour? What was that girl thinking?! She’s not prepared for what awaits her in the wilds! Why did you let her go?!” Jaana’s outburst truly startled the Oseram man, who threw his arms up in surrender dramatically.

“Hey! I tried to warn her well enough, she just wasn’t having any of it. A bit headstrong, maybe, in the best way, I think. She seemed like she genuinely cared about what was happening here in The Cut. She even asked about-”

He was muttering again. Jaana lovingly put a hand on his arm to stop him. “Thank you Burgrend, but I really must go after her. She’ll be ripped apart by the corrupted machines.” Burgrend was unsure why Jaana would be this truly invested and worried about some Nora girl that she didn’t know, but the look on her face was telling now, with her eyes scanning hungrily for that bright red hair amidst the endless white of the wilds below.

“Not very Banuk of you,” Burgrend turned his head towards the vast wilderness as well, “what with the whole ‘surviving and prevailing alone’ and all that."

Jaana rolled her eyes and shrugged before pulling her sling tighter around her shoulder. "Well it’s a good thing I’m not really interested in being a good Banuk.” She took a deep breath and started down the deep incline away from the settlement hurriedly.

Naltuk bent down and inspected the carcass of a fallen longleg, pulling a Nora arrow from the metal that had barely begun to cool. “Truly remarkable..” he muttered before he heard a voice calling to him from behind. “Who’s there?"

A breathless Banuk girl jogged up to meet him in the clearing of machine corpses. "You’re Ourea’s apprentice, Naltuk- isn’t it?"

"I am. You’re that trader I’ve seen traveling all over The Cut,”

“Jaana. Hey, did you see an outlander girl come through this way recently? She has red hair-”

“Aloy.” Naltuk grinned. Hearing that name again sent excitement buzzing through her veins.

“You’ve met her! That means she made it here okay!” She cried.

“I should say so. She’s the one that did all this.” Naltuk gestured all around them. Jaana hadn’t even noticed the array of mangled machines strewn all around them. The large metal tree that had been responsible for spreading the daemon’s madness now slumped forward, silenced and overridden by some strange device.

“She.. did all this?” Jaana gasped when Naltuk handed her the Nora arrow he was holding. “How?! She’s barely stepped foot here and she knows how to override the daemon’s structures?” Jaana eagerly inspected the neutralized corpse of the metal tree, feeling the pang of bitterness that she missed the action. “Looks like.. she used an external device to change the tree’s temperament somehow..” she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, taking a step back to inspect the rest of the scene.

“She did. She had many questions, and some about Ourea. After seeing her take down these servants of the daemon, I’m convinced she’s no ordinary hunter, so I sent her on the Shaman’s Path to go after Ourea herself."

"The Shaman’s Path?! What- you just pointed, and she set off? Why would you send her on the most treacherous path for shaman training in the entire cut?!” Jaana slapped her hand over her forehead. “It’s like you people want this outlander to fall into serious trouble!"

"If you’d been here, you’d know she wasn’t really going to take ‘no’ for an answer.” Naltuk sighed. Jaana scowled.

“You might have sent her to her death. She wasn’t dressed or equipped to traverse these lands."

"If she falls, she falls. A Banuk that can’t endure the cold of the mountain and its fury alone is no Banuk."

"She clearly wasn’t Banuk, you dolt.” Jaana whispered under her breath as she turned away furiously.

As she made her way back to her trader’s shop near the outskirts of Song’s Edge, Jaana let out a pent up groan and kicked a rock in frustration. She glanced up. The sun was already beginning it’s climb from the horizon. Her eyes scanned the dim outline of the mountain as it lay shrouded in sinister fog. She knew she wouldn’t have any chance to catch up to the Nora now, and regardless, it would be impossible to survive a trip as perilous as the Shaman’s Path without the right clothing and gear. Finally, Jaana reached the opening of her trader’s tent, frozen in place with a blank stare for a few moments. Her motivation felt as if it had bled out of her entire body. She hadn’t even gotten to speak a word to this girl, and she felt a strange and tremendous loss at the thought of her vanishing on that trail never to be seen again, as so many had before her. Though there were things to be done, Jaana couldn’t will herself to budge an inch. It was as if a single bolt of glorious lightning had brightened up the world for a split second, and it had faded away into oblivion before she had even had the chance to.. well, speak to it. “Aloy..” she whispered.

Almost at that moment, she heard the crunch of snow and stone, and she spun around in stunned surprise. “I see you’ve heard of me." _____

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gansey-just-gansey · 5 years

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Under the Needle part Six

The alarm went off at eleven, but Ronan had been awake for most of the night. He had difficulty sleeping even when he didn't have something to look forward to the next day. And he definitely had something to look forward to.

He had made it through his first week of classes, not having skipped a single one, despite the fact that most nights he was up with Gansey making a scale model of the William and Mary campus out of cereal boxes and glue. It took up a large portion of the floor in their dorm room, but it made Gansey happy and gave Ronan something to do when he couldn't sleep.

Now it was finally Saturday, the second Saturday after his last tattoo appointment. He hadn't gone to Cabeswater since the day of the fight, and he felt like he was going through withdrawal. The tattoo looked like it had mostly healed even after the fight ripped off his scabs. He hoped this meant Adam would tattoo the next part of it today instead of waiting another week. He didn't think he could wait that long.

Ronan threw off the blankets and got dressed, nearly tripping over the mini campus as he pulled on his jeans. Gansey woke up when Ronan swore and grabbed at the closet door for balance. “What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“Eleven,” Ronan said, pulling a tank top over his head.

Gansey sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Your appointment is in an hour, right?”

“Yeah. You coming with?”

“Yes, but I need something to eat first.”

“We can hit up the dining hall and get something to go.” Ronan was already pulling on his shoes.

Gansey scrambled to get his own clothes on. “We have an hour, there's no need to rush. It's ten minutes away walking.”

“It's impolite to be late,” Ronan said. In reality, he couldn't wait to get to see Adam, but he wouldn't admit that. In the many years he and Gansey had known each other, Ronan had never shown the slightest inclination to get anywhere on a schedule that wasn't his own. Which was further proved by Ronan's need to get to the shop as soon as was socially acceptable when you had an appointment.

They walked to the dining hall after Gansey finished getting dressed, Gansey grabbing a muffin and Ronan a single black coffee.

“You're getting tattooed today, you have to eat something,” Gansey protested. Ronan grabbed the muffin out of Gansey's hand and took a large bite. He handed it back to Gansey.

“Thanks,” Ronan said around a mouthful of muffin.

“Ronan,” Gansey sighed. He shoved the muffin back into Ronan's hands and went to get himself another one.

They made it to the shop half an hour before the appointment. Blue was in Noah's chair this time, one arm over her eyes and the other stretched out to give Noah access to her wrist. Noah leaned over her, totally engrossed in what he was doing. When Ronan and Gansey stepped through the door, she lifted her arm just enough to look at them before covering her eyes again. “He's in the back,” she said. Gansey to go watch her get tattooed as if he just naturally gravitated toward her at all times.

Ronan went to Adam's station to wait. On the desk that held all his tattoo supplies laid his sketchbook. Ronan picked it up and flicked through it. It became abundantly clear that Adam was behind most of the flash on the wall. Many of the designs were there in between what must have been specifically for clients. Ronan found the original drawing of his own tattoo and studied it. It would take another four sessions at minimum to finish all of it, they had only done half of the outlining so far. Ronan flipped to the next page after his tattoo. There was a drawing of two boys in an alley way, one slouching against a wall and another walking by. Ronan brought it closer to his face to see the details better when Adam came back from the back room.

“You're early,” Adam said, stepping back into the front room. He stopped suddenly. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking at some of your other designs,” Ronan said, flipping back to the page that had Ronan's tattoo on it. “They're really good.”

“Thanks,” Adam said, taking the notebook back, “but I don't allow clients to see other clients' tattoos unless I've been given permission.”

“Oh.” Ronan felt no shame at having looked through Adam's drawings, but he didn't want Adam to be upset with him. “I'm sorry.”

“What did you see?” Adam asked, starting to set up the supplies for Ronan's tattoo without looking at him.

“A lot of the flash you have up. A couple random designs. I was mostly looking at the finished version of my tattoo.” Ronan didn't mention the last drawing he had seen.

“I could've shown you the finished product,” Adam said, giving him a sideways glance.

“Can I see it then?”

“I thought that's what you were looking at already,” Adam raised an eyebrow at him.

“It was, but I didn't get to finish looking at it,” Ronan said glibly. Adam looked suspicious of him, but handed the book back. “It really looks...,” Ronan struggled for a word. “Perfect,” he said, looking back up at Adam.

The tips of Adam's ears turned pink. Ronan caught himself wishing he could whisper dirty things into his ears while they were that pink. He shook it off.

“Thanks,” Adam said. He took the book and went back to taking the supplies out of the cupboards.

Ronan rocked back on his heels, unsure of what to do. Eventually he just sat down in the tattoo chair to wait for Adam. Gansey left Blue's side to come see Ronan. “Your girlfriend done with her tattoo?” Ronan asked.

“She's not my girlfriend,” Gansey said, but he was blushing again. “But yes, she's done. They're wrapping it now.”

“You should just ask her out,” Ronan said.

“Shhhh shut up,” Gansey whisper-yelled. Ronan raised his eyebrows. “I'm going to okay? I just have to figure out how.”

“Just ask her to dinner.”

“It's not that simple.”

“It really is.” Ronan was quickly getting bored of this conversation. His eyes wandered back to Adam.

“If it's so easy then why don't you just ask Adam out?” Gansey was still whispering. Ronan whipped his around. Gansey looked self-satisfied.

“I will if you do,” Ronan issued the challenge. Gansey's smug look dropped. “That's what I thought.”

“No, I will. I'll ask her out,” he said. Then he marched over to where Blue was admiring her new tattoo. Shit. He hadn't thought Gansey would take the bait. Blue looked up at him and smiled. After some murmured words Ronan couldn't hear, her smile grew bigger. She nodded and pulled her phone from her back pocket to put Gansey's number in. Gansey turned slightly towards Ronan and gave him a thumbs up behind his side.

“Fuck,” Ronan muttered.

“What?” Adam brought over the ink and was starting to set up the gun.

“Nothing.” He thought about the picture of the boys in the alleyway that Adam had in his sketchbook. Maybe Adam was just as obsessed with Ronan as Ronan was with him. He decided to would ask Adam out after today's session so he could leave if Adam said no.

“You ready?” Adam asked, distracting him from his fantasy of Adam saying yes to more than dinner tomorrow night.

“Yeah.” Ronan took his shirt off and let Adam look at it before he placed the stencil.

“It looks like it healed quite nicely, even after the fight with the dickhead,” Adam said, poking at different parts of his back as if to test how well the skin had absorbed the ink. Shivers ran through Ronan's body. “Are you cold? We can turn down the AC if you need.”

“No, I'm fine,” Ronan said. He sat backwards in the chair again so Adam would have access to his back. Adam placed the stencil on the bottom half of Ronan's back.

“Do you want to check it in the mirror?”

“No, I trust you to get it straight.”

“The only thing I can get straight,” Adam said under his breath.

Ronan about had a heart attack. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Adam turned the tattoo machine on. “All right, let's get started then.”

Four hours later Ronan stood up again and stretched his arms and legs, working out the kinks in his joints. He had gone another session without asking for a break. His back was screaming, but he honestly hadn't wanted a break from Adam's hands.

“How much do I owe you this time?” Ronan asked, reaching in his pocket for his wallet.

“Eight,” Adam said, a little stiffer than he probably meant it to come out. Ronan knew it was most likely because what he had pulled the last time.

“Here,” he handed him a black card this time. Adam ran it and tilted the reader toward him so he could tip and sign. He tipped him another twenty five percent and took his card back. When do you want me back?”

“What days work for you?”

“It needs to be a weekend because I have a full class schedule this semester.”

“Let's say same time two weeks from now?” Adam started flipping through the agenda to mark Ronan down.

“Actually, I was thinking maybe tomorrow night at seven?” Ronan drummed his fingers on the front desk.

Adam sighed. “I thought I was clear that you need time to heal in between sessions.”

“I didn't mean for the tattoo,” Ronan said. “I was thinking that Italian place over down the block.”

“Oh.” Adam's eyes were wide. Then his mouth and eyebrows turned down. “Oh. I'm sorry. I can't.”

Ronan's heart sank. Of course this beautiful, delicate boy wouldn't be interested in someone as hard and difficult as Ronan. “No problem. I'll see you in two weeks.” He turned and beckoned Gansey to leave with him.

“Wait, Ronan.” Ronan stopped and pivoted back to Adam. “It's not like that. I mean, that is I just can't. It's just a bad idea.”

“I got it, Parrish, we're good.”

“No, I don't mean because of you. It's just a rule at the shop that we don't date clients,” Adam finally articulated.

“Oh, okay. Well maybe Noah can finish the tat instead-”

“Absolutely not, I'm your artist,” Adam said firmly. Ronan raised his eyebrows and Adam's sudden outburst seem to surprise even him. The confidence wilted away back to uncertain self-consciousness. “I just mean that I started it, I should finish it. But you could always try asking me again after we're done with your tattoo.”

“That's at least six weeks,” Ronan complained.

“You'll just have to wait.” Adam.

“Will you say yes?”

“I guess you'll know in six weeks.”

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The Guitarist - Chapter One

ALRIGHT SO I GOT BORED AND WANTED TO DO THIS I WILL UPLOAD AGAIN SOON AND YES IT WILL BE SMUTTY

Harry wasn’t sure how he ended up in a crowded venue, surrounded by beefy guys with beer in sleeveless leather jackets. But there he was regardless. He wanted to be alone, but not be alone. Going anywhere public would have been futile and resulted in hastily taken pictures and the definite hassle of paparazzi. It took him a while to think of a place, but he was driving down a quiet street of London when he saw an advertisement for a small metal band, playing a show of about 500. The tickets were dirt cheap and the risk of someone recognising him there was so slim, Harry was convinced he could use a fake name with no second glances. Harry hadn’t the faintest idea what kind of show he was in for, but he was excited to witness something new. Something where cameras weren’t watching and he could just watch, without being watched. He was to the left of the stage, people packed in closer but he stood his ground, at a good distance from the stage.

The lights dimmed completely and a dark red light illuminated the stage, hauling in whistles and screams from the audience. Harry chuckled and whistled with them, relishing in the feeling of being on the other side. Harry blended in and didn’t feel too out of place with his black t-shirt and tattooed arms, but he knew he was different. Harry dressed like a rock star but had the personality of a bumble bee dancing around a stage in a flower crown. He was a delicate creature who liked the simplicities of life and liked his privacy. He had learned over the years who he was and that person should not have been at a metal concert. The band was called Living With Insanity and he felt somehow captivated to their contrasting elements and desire for something new.

The band came on one by one, in traditional fashion and his eyes landed on the lead guitarist. The guitarist was a girl around 20, wild curly dark brown hair and cascading tattoos down her slim body. He felt entranced by her playing, the way her fingers plucked the riffs and murdered the solos. She stood on his side of the stage and mainly looked out at the crowd, smiling. Harry could just see her hazel eyes wondering the crowd as she danced across the strings on her black electric guitar. A few men in the crowd heckled at her during intervals but she took it in her stride and answered their crude and ridiculous pleas. He was captivated by her, nobody else mattered in the band, the crowd’s screams dulled in his ears as he listened only to the playing of her guitar. His body moved to the playing of her guitar, much like rest of the crowd. Her eyes wondered out to the crowd, searching for faces but Harry knew this attempt was pointless in such a dark venue. The show came to a close and all Harry wanted to do was find that girl and talk to her. Her aura on stage was enthralling and he felt possessed by it. He wandered lethargically out of the venue and to the back of the building where he saw them packing up. Chords lay tangled everywhere and she was crouched down wrapping them around her arm, cigarette between her lips and hair wild.

“Hey.” Harry said softly as he walked up in front of her, her eyes darted up and eyebrows quirked at him.

“Hi.” She replied in a huffed tone and continued wrapping up the chords.

“I’m Harry” he said with an assured tone, attempting to strike up a conversation, maybe even help her.

“I am aware. I’m Piper” Harry was slightly taken aback but didn’t let it faze him.

“Can I help you with anything?” Harry said, grinning and looking down at the chords she had to wrap up.

“Sure, just don’t mess up the chords.” She handed him a loose chord, making brief eye contact with him. Piper wasn’t quite sure why Harry was at their show, in fact she was quite confused.

“What are you doing here, pretty boy?” Her tone was somewhat accusing but she was mostly outrageously curious.

“I came to enjoy the show.” He said sincerely, Piper’s expression was somewhat hard and unreadable.

“Yeah okay.” Piper went back to wrapping the chords and took a ling drag of her cigarette causing Harry to cough innocently. Piper rolled her eyes, her expression covered by her cascading looks.

“Look, I just wanted to tell you the show was really good by the way, and you are an amazing player.” Harry smiled at the girl, her piercing mixed hazel eyes looked at him, attempting to decipher his meaning.

“Look, flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy.” Piper retorted, accusation lacing her soothing voice.

“I wasn’t- ” Harry was cut off by Piper standing up and walking away, he quickly got up to follow her, desperate for her attention. Harry almost slapped himself for being so whiney. Piper turned around and took a step toward Harry to which he took one back. Piper took another and so did Harry, he felt his back touch a wall and Piper stood awfully close to him.

“Pretty boy, what do you want?” Piper spoke softly, holding a firm and slightly frustrated tone.

“A drink, with you.” Harry’s breathing had quickened and he could feel the hair on his neck rising in nervousness.

“I don’t do the whole mega star thing.” She gestured to his body and he shook his head.

“I’m not like the media portrays me.”

“And what would that be?” Piper challenged

“A stuck-up asshole with too much money and who doesn’t care.” Harry breathed out quickly, burning under Piper’s stare. Piper weighed up her options, she could either go home to her messy liquor filled apartment and drink herself to sleep or she could go out with popstar Harry and go to a poncy bar with a dress code.

“I pick the bar.” Piper stepped away from Harry and he exhaled sharply, nodding while looking her in the eye. Piper asked one of the roadies if he could pack up the chords and she told Harry to wait while she collected her belongings. He waited anxiously, somewhat intimidated by her. They started walking down the alley way, Piper led the way, her strides fast and snappy, Harry kept up with his long legs. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes down her body when she got slightly ahead, her jeans clung tightly to her figure and her hair flowed wildly behind her, mimicking her fierce personality. Harry didn’t want to seem like the other guys she clearly disliked so he kept his eyes down on the road as they walked. Harry didn’t even expect to acquire her number at the end of the night but her endearing personality attracted him, in an unexpected manner. He usually went for a quiet girl who didn’t cause the media any scandals, although, he felt Piper admired privacy and didn’t want hers stripped away from her.

“So, how long have you been playing guitar?” Harry smiled as they walked down a quiet street with a few lone people lurking around.

“Since I was eight. How long have you been singing?” Piper looked at Harry, making an attempt to be nicer than she had.

“Ever since I could talk really, but I didn’t think I had any real potential.” Piper couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but hid them from Harry who was watching her intently.

“Yeah, well singing seemed to turn out pretty well for you.” Piper attempted a smile that ended up like a pained Cheshire cat. Harry however smiled his toothy grin back and Piper stopped at a door. The door led to a downtown bar, the slightly dodgy and dirty part of town. Even as a teenager, Harry didn’t venture down here, unlike Piper, his life was more sheltered than hers. Harry had lived a relatively normal and cosy life as a child compared to the backlashing harsh life of Piper.

The lights inside the bar were dim and a few strippers adorned poles in the back corner of the room. Middle aged men threw money at them, their white singlets showing their protruding beer bellies. Shift workers loved this place. They loved the dark decor, the cheap strippers and the near twenty-four-hour service for any and all needs. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable but slung his body down on a faux leather lounge that was chipping and peeling. Piper ordered shots for the two of them, clearly knowing her way around the claustrophobic, smoke ridden bar. She laid down on the lounge opposite him and he coughed slightly, engaging her attention.

“So, tell me about your life?” Piper was shocked by his constant optimistic glow but shrugged, sitting up to look him in the eye.

“I bust my ass in a band that is seemingly going nowhere, but I love making music so I stay. I work occasionally at this bar when our gig money doesn’t cut the rent and electricity and water bills. I could’ve gone to university; my marks were good enough but I chose the band life and started touring the UK with a bunch of twenty-five-year old guys who learnt pretty quickly that I was an equal member of this band and we got along ever since.” Harry wasn’t expecting such a length response, but he was glad they were managing to get a conversation rolling. Piper didn’t ask about his life and she knew it would completely shadow her small little life.

“What was your first job?” Harry questioned as their shots came and they downed them simultaneously.

“I used to work at a coffee shop that was on the river. It was lovely there, but they changed owners and it wasn’t the greatest after that. What about you?” Piper seemed to look fondly back on this memory, a smile curled on her lips and Harry wanted to see more of it.

“I used to work in a bakery.” They made eye contact and Piper giggled at Harry’s answer.

“What?” he giggled back at her, confused at her sudden outburst, but intrigued.

“I’ve lived a safe life and I am a huge rock star and I used to work in a bakery.” Piper taunted him, Harry’s grin widened as he shook his head at her impression.

They ordered another round of shots, this time Harry watched her drink hers before he downed his. He watched the scrunch of her nose as she swallowed and the crinkle of her eyes as the spirit hit her throat. His eyes stared into hers as she bit her lip, hollering for more shots. Shot after shot they took and soon they were huddled together on the same lounge, Harry ran his hand through her dark curly mess. Harry’s phone began to buzz relentlessly and Piper had ended up turning it off and shoving it in her pocket, claiming he wasn’t allowed to have it. Harry was surprised by Piper’s demeaner in her drunken state. She stopped pretending to be an intimidating guitarist and let herself laugh and smile. She snuggled into his chest as they sat there, the music subtle in the bar, a few truck drivers had stopped and then left again. They had been there the longest, cheesy laughing at every shot they took and slamming the glasses down on the scratched dark wooden table.

“I think we better go.” Piper stated, in between every word a hiccup.

“I’ll call my driver.” Harry said loudly and started patting Piper down in an attempt to locate his phone. He found it and smirked at Piper before taking it off her. Piper dazily sat up from the lounge and stood up, stretching widely as Harry made the call.

“Okay, let’s go!” Piper was in an excited state and dragged Harry up from the lounge, he grabbed his coat and stumbled with her out the front door. They stood in the freezing air, dancing from foot to foot, trying to keep themselves warm. Harry felt light headed and looked towards Piper, her face lit up as she made eye contact with a freezing Harry. Harry saw a car turn a corner, recognising it immediately he walked closer to the road. It was being followed by several vans, he knew they contained paps. He looked to his driver and his driver was shaking his head, Harry knew he had been stalked on the way over. Piper seemed gleefully unaware of them and Harry wanted to keep it that way, knowing that even in her happy drunken state, she would lash out, claiming he was something he wasn’t. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hustled her into the car as soon as it pulled up. He saw the distant flash of a camera but didn’t turn his head in acknowledgment and instead buckled himself into the dark car.

“Piper, where do you live?” he slurred lightly but smiled earnestly at her. She seemed somewhat more aware and gave the driver explicit directions, her hands gesturing as she spoke. Harry tried to take a mental note of her place when they arrived, it was in a quiet street. The apartment building towering menacingly over the drunken boy. He stepped out of the car with her, walking her to the entrance of the building. Piper regained a sober moment and pushed him unexpectedly against the red brick wall.

“Like I said pretty boy, flattery will get you nowhere.” She breathed to him, her eyes flutter as she leant in and kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly. He tried to kiss back but she stopped and smirked at him, fumbled with her keys and unlocked the apartment entrance.

“See you later, pretty boy.” Her voice, like velvet rang in his ears as he walked back to his car, already in need to see her again.

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blissfullylostinarabbithole · 7 years

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Beware of Munchkin

A Kiss Me Better Alternate Scenario

“I wanna go ousside,” you declared. “Please can we go ousside?” You gave Bucky your best puppy eyes, and he inhaled sharply.

“I guess so; you do need clothes. But you have to promise to stay close, and if I say run, you run, ok?”

The distress in his countenance and his tight tone frightened you. Had he heard something? Were there bad guys surrounding the tower, waiting to get to you?

“I promise,” you said meekly.

He gave you a clean shirt to wear and you headed out to the store. It wasn’t long until you were accosted by a grinning employee wearing far too much perfume.

“Hello, sir,” she simpered, eyes raking over Bucky’s body. “Is there something I can help you find today?” She didn’t give him time to answer, turning her attention on you. “Oh my goodness!” she gasped, clutching her chest. “What a beautiful little girl! Is she your daughter?” And just like that, you were forgotten.

“Uh, no. I’m just watching her for my, uh, cousin,” he finished lamely. “It was an emergency so he couldn’t pack any of her clothes.”

“Oh, well if you’ll follow me, I can help you get everything you need!” She stepped in, standing too close to Bucky for your liking.

Bucky sighed in relief. “That’d be great. I’m lost when it comes to kid stuff,” he admitted.

You tugged on his pant leg, getting his attention. “No,” you whispered, shaking your head and side eyeing the clerk, who was shamelessly undressing him with her eyes.

“We need the help,” he shot back, straightening and sending the clerk a knee weakening smile.

She led you, well, Bucky, around, pulling every pink thing off the rack she could find. You knew it was petty, but you made a face of distaste at everything she chose on principle. When Bucky excused himself and pulled you out of earshot, he demanded to know what your problem was. You couldn’t tell him you were jealous of the way she was flirting, or even worse, the way he was flirting right back, so you stuck with the first thing that came to mind.

“She smell bad,” you pouted.

“She… what?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a few breaths. “Ok, you’re gonna pick some clothes, and you’re gonna stop giving the nice lady the stink eye. If you do that, I’ll take you to the carnival tonight, alright?”

Your eyes lit up and you nearly started to bounce with excitement. “Yes ok!”

“Good, now- wait!” he called as you ran off. “Y/- Uh… Munchkin! Come back!” he ran after you, the sales clerk hot on his heels.

You were running around the racks, pulling the pieces you liked off the hangers and threw them to Bucky, who was left to either catch them, or pick up after you. When you finished in the girl’s section, you ran across the divider to the boy’s and began to do the same.

As it turned out, your forgot that clothes needed to be tried on, and the clerk was actually put to work finding the items you chose in your size. With her out of the way for the time being, you and bucky looked for pajamas. You squealed when you found onesies, and picked one in every animal variation available. Bucky thought they were cute, so he didn’t really question the need for such a thing.

Once you were ready to check out, you tugged on Bucky’s pants again.

“We go the carnival?” your eyes were wide with hopeful anticipation.

“Yes,” he smiled. “We can go to the carnival.”

“YAY!” you hugged his leg, making him freeze at the shock.

“Oh I love carnivals!” the stench of perfume pervaded the air. “I’ve been wanting to go, but none of my friends would go with me,” the annoying clerk pouted.

You couldn’t believe her audacity. Clutching Bucky’s leg tighter, hoping the cashier would hurry up so you get out of there.

“Well, why don’t you come with us?”

“What?!” you exclaimed, giving him a scandalized look.

“It’s the least we could do for all the help you’ve been, right, Munchkin?” he gave you a warning look.

“No!” Bucky covered your mouth and smiled nervously at the clerk.

She ignored your outburst, eyes never leaving Bucky. “I’d love to.”

“Great,” he fumbled one handedly with his wallet, keeping further rudeness from leaving your lips with the other. “How’s six sound?” He have the cashier his card, and waited for the clerk to reply.

“Sounds perfect,” she smiled widely, clearly pleased she got exactly what she wanted. “My name’s Patricia, by the way.”

“James,” he returned her smile with one of his own.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I don’t wanna go!” you shouted as Bucky tried to get you to change.

“Why not? Loki said you liked the carnival. Besides, we already promised Patricia we’d be there.”

“You promise! I don’t like her,” you grumbled.

“Why not?” He put the clothes down and looked you in the eye. “And don’t say it’s because she smells.”

“She’s a keepy.”

“A what?”

“A weird keepy keeper!”

“Oh!” Bucky snorted, unable to contain his amusement. “Why is she a creepy creeper?” When you didn’t respond, he sighed and pointed at your clothes. “Come on. We need to leave in less than ten minutes. How you want to be dressed is up to you.”

With your chin wobbling, you reluctantly changed into some of your new clothes.

Patricia was right at the gate, squashing any hope you had that she’d been held up. You tried to have fun, despite her being there, but it was hard when she kept leaning into him or hanging off his arm. It was even worse that he didn’t seem to mind it. You walked between them whenever possible, but she was good at maneuvering to the other side without making it obvious.

Your only comfort was that he’d given her the name ‘James’. You knew he didn’t much care for it, but at least it meant he didn’t want her to know who he really was, and you hoped it was because he didn’t intend for her to be around much.

After a few rides and some food, she suggested a boat ride that ‘looked fun’. You knew a tunnel of love when you saw one, and that was not going to happen on your watch. You ground your teeth when Bucky agreed, seeing it was safe ride for you, too, and said afterward he’d win you both some prizes.

Thankfully, there was no sneaking on your part being sat between them on the boat, and Bucky seemed to be more interested in the surroundings than his companion. Still, that didn’t stop her from running her hand down his arm, drawing his attention. You could barely make out his eyes widen when she leaned in, and you decided to lean, too.

“Ow!” she shrieked, pulling back and cradling her arm. “She bit me!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

“No, she BIT me!” She pulled her sleeve up to find she was bleeding. You hadn’t held back like you did with Bucky, and you were glad of it, until…

“You’re bleeding! Please, come back to the tower with us so I can clean that up for you.”

“Oh,” she made her voice noticeably weaker. “If you insist.”

When you got to the end of the ride, Bucky didn’t look at all happy with you, and you all made your way back to the tower while he fussed over Patricia. She didn’t seem very surprised to find he was an Avenger, and Bucky’s relief at her seemingly calm demeanor made you nervous. Once you got in, he asked her to wait in the common room and pulled you aside.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you go to Steve’s now and stay there. We’re talking about this later, understand?”

“But,” your lip quivered and your eyes pooled with tears.

“No,” he hissed. “You’d better hope she doesn’t press charges. Now go, I need to patch her up.”

You slowly made your way to the elevator, feeling sick at the sight of the two of them smiling and whispering to each other. By the time you reached Steve’s room, you were fully crying and completely miserable. And worse, you ran him right into her trap.

Loki watched you all enter the building, and watched silently as he gleaned what transpired from Bucky’s and Patricia’s conversation. He often checked up on you, every night to be exact, but he never himself be seen. Tonight, he couldn’t do that.

“Come, little one,” he kneeled, arms open.

You gasped at his sudden appearance, but ran into his arms without hesitation. He scooped you up and gently rocked you, making soothing sounds. He asked you what had happened, and you told him as much as you could, starting with the shopping. Loki stilled for a moment, and decided to head to the kitchen to prepare you some tea.

The elevator dinged and both Bucky and Patricia looked up in surprise. Now that she was patched up, they were on the couch talking, sending you into a fresh wave of tears.

‘What are you doing here?” Bucky asked. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“No. I came to check on her,” his supplied in his most venomous tone. “Imagine my displeasure finding a stranger in her home and her alone, a sobbing mess.” Bucky stood, looking concerned that you were still crying. “Don’t trouble yourself, Sergeant,” Loki mocked, making Bucky’s shoulders sag. “It’s not as if she can't look after herself...oh... wait.”

“Excuse me,” he said to Patricia before leading Loki into the kitchen. He explained everything, which he already knew from eavesdropping and speaking to you. When Bucky claimed concern over a lawsuit, Loki jumped on it.

He placed you on the counter and strode over to the couch, encasing Patricia in a cloud of wispy, green smoke. She promptly stood and walked to the elevator, leaving without a word.

“Problem solved,” he spat.

“What did you do?”

“She’ll have no memory of anything that’s happened today, so your potential legal matter is no longer an issue.”

Bucky’s jaw dropped. “You can’t just mess with people's’ heads like that!” he berated, obviously taking it personally. “That’s a violation of-”

“I couldn’t care less for some social climbing, brainless, fame chaser! Y/N told you she made her uneasy! If bringing her here was in your best interest instead of hers,” he nodded toward you. “then go see her at work when your obligation to Y/N is fulfilled. She’ll still be interested then, as long as you’re still an Avenger.” He knew it was a low blow; for all he knew, Patricia could have been perfectly nice. He didn’t care, though. He promised you you’d have a fair chance, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure you got it.

Bucky knew Loki’s reputation, but he couldn’t help but doubt Patricia’s intentions. To be honest, he hadn’t been very impressed with her at first, and he even harbored his own suspicions. Still, it stung to have Loki say it so casually. His eyes found your curled up form, still crying softly and watching from the counter.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have brought her to the tower,” he conceded. “It was a lapse in judgement, it won’t happen again.”

“Assure it doesn’t. Upset her again, and we’ll find out how the Winter Soldier fares in Jotunheim.” Bucky wasn’t afraid of him, but he knew it would be foolish to upset him further, so he only nodded. Satisfied, Loki turned back to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “All is well now, sweet one. The sergeant will see you to bed, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a pat on the head before disappearing. Bucky approached slowly, not making eye contact, and placed you on the floor before heading to the elevator. He lifted you onto Steve’s bed, and sat at the edge.

“Why didn’t you tell me she made you uncomfortable?” he finally spoke.

“Too hard.”

“What is?”

“Talking.”

“Oh,” he hadn’t considered that when he asked why you didn’t like Patricia earlier. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll try harder to listen from now on.”

“No more keepy smelly lady?”

Bucky threw his head back in laughter. “No. No more creepy smelly lady. Forgive me?”

“Ok,” you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around his neck and humming happily as his own enveloped your small form.

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smilexcaptainx · 7 years

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Bucky Barnes Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: in love with your writing, please write a Bucky Barnes imagine where you have a one night stand with him. and so the morning comes and you run off thinking that you'd never see him again. and than you recieve a letter from Tony Stark (who is ur best friend) and so he invites you to a party, and you obviously accept. but you didn't know that Bucky knew Tony and when you arrive at the party, you see Bucky as well. you overhear him and he says he misses you and u miss him 2. fluff plz??? thx sm!!

A/N: thank you nonny! i’m glad you like my writing <3

Warning: None

Your eyes opened ever so gently and you staired at the blank ceiling. You turn your head a little bit and saw Bucky lying next to you with his eyes shut peacefully. He seemed to comfortable to wake, so you decided to do what you did with the other men that you’ve slept with. As you silently stand up, you get a bit light headed from standing up to fast, but you regained your consciousness. After you stood up, you got your clothes and slipped them back onto your body.

You grab your cap and put it on your head, you fix it so it was on tight and sturdy. You glance at Bucky one last time, after that one look, you were out the door, leaving Bucky just like you’ve left the others.

Confused and Unsatisfied.

You had your arms wrapped around your body, shivers were constantly coming down your spine. You had to leave Bucky because you had other places to be, different people to meet. You were a player, guys got one glance of you and they instantly fell in love with you. That's how Bucky was anyways, you were at a bar and Bucky spotted you. He went over to come and talk with you, and ever since that chat, you two hit it off right away.

He took you to his place and into his bedroom.. You know what happened after. The thing was, you've had lots of one night stands with lots of different guys, but Bucky was different. Ever single guy you've hooked up with was a, 'hey there' 'you're cute' 'wanna do this?' 'lets do it'

You didn't really get attached to them, but Bucky was different, he was.. Unique. He actually did steal your heart, as for the rest of the guys, they only wanted you for your looks. But Bucky pretty much put you to sleep with compliments, he seemed like a sweetheart, but you had to leave. As you thought of all of the reasons of how amazing Bucky was, it made you feel a little bit bad. But you've already experienced heart break, and you didn't want to feel it ever again.

You finally get home and you enter your house, as you enter you smell the amazing smell of the cookies you baked before you went off with Bucky. That smell reminded you that there was still leftover in the fridge. You make your way to the fridge and open it, the cookies were still lying there, longing to be eaten. You take the cookies out and place it on the counter. As you picked one up, a knock comes to your door and your head snaps towards the door.

You sigh and throw the cookie back down onto the plate, you shuffle your way to the door and open it. As you opened it, nobody was there but there was an envelope on the floor. You bend down and pick it up, you enter your house again and close the door. You look at the envelope and rip it open with your fingernail, you take out the letter and you started to scan the words.

''Tony Stark.. Blah blah blah... Party blah blah blah.. Tonight at 8PM.. Hmm.. Okay.'' you nodded your head in agreement.

You threw the letter on the floor and smiled, Tony Stark was one of your best friends, you've known him for so long. But you haven't talk in a long time because of your traveling to meet new people, and do new things. As you thought of the party, you realized that you could actually meet new people there. You looked at your watch, you still had like a full day ahead of you.. Seemed like it was time to shop for your party dress.

***

After a few hours of shopping, you finally found the most perfect dress, you still had a long time away from the party. But you decided to find the perfect accessories to go with your dress as well. Although it took about forever to find the most perfect outfit for the party, you finally found the right one. And it was right in time as well, an hour until the party. You put on your dress and all of your accessories that you chose out, you looked at yourself in the mirror, you loved it.

''If I could date myself, I totally would.'' you smile at yourself.

You flip your hair and strut your way to your car, as you climb in the car, you were now off to the party.

***

You arrived at Tony's place and knocked on his door, you stood there in silence as you waited for someone to open the door. There were bunches of cars parked out of his place, some on his lawn, others were spread out everwhere else. The door finally opens and it revealed your long distance best friend, Tony Stark.

''Y/N!!'' tony exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

You hug him and he kisses you on both cheeks, like the snobby, rich man he was. He held your hand and leaded you inside of his place, you saw that his place was already filled with bunches of people. As you looked around, it seemed as if the whole room just froze, you saw the most perfect man standing right there. It felt like everybody made a perfect pathway just for you to walk through to get to that one man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, rocking body, he was perfect for another one night stand.

It was now time for you to go in and reel him in. You pushed through the crowd, some people wanted to talk to you, but you told them you were busy. As you finally pushed through everybody, you reached him and he was talking with another girl. You sighed and turned your sexy self on, you went up to the girl and pushed her aside, making you completely visible to the man. He didn't even care that you pushed that girl and bit his lip, he smiled and looked at you up and down.

''Steve Rogers. You?'' he smiles, putting his hand out.

You shake it and introduce yourself as well, as you shook it, Tony's doorbell rang through the whole building. You were a little startled but you looked at the door, Tony opened it and you looked over some people to see who it was. Maybe it was the pizza man delivering pizza, but as you looked over the heads, you saw who it was. And you didn't like who it was.

''Bucky?!'' you bursted out, completely stunned at his appearance.

Luckily, nobody heard your outburst that you did, but Steve heard it and he was confused on your outburst.

''You know Bucky?'' steve smiles, making you turn around.

''Um.. Let's say.. Um, yeah. I do.'' you say, getting nervous.

You turn back around seeing Bucky hugging Tony and you saw the sweet Bucky you saw last night. As you continued to watch, Bucky suddenly makes eye contact with you and that made your eyes go wide. Bucky's eyebrow lifted up and he pushed Tony to the side, he started coming your way.

''Crap!'' you shout, turning around.

You knew it was going to take a few moments for Bucky to get to where you were because there was so many people. As you turned around, you were looking around desperately wanting to hide somewhere. You finally found a table to hide underneath, but it was the table of where all the food and punch was. You didn't care at the moment and dove underneath the table, Steve didn't even notice where you went and so he thought you just left. As you made it all the way underneath the table, the cloth wasn't long enough to touch the ground.

You scooted back so you weren't visible any longer, as you pulled your knees close you stared at the floor. Two shadows come over and you see four feet at the table, you recognized those feet, they were Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers feet.

''Steve, who was the girl you were with? What was her name?'' bucky asks, making you gulp nervously.

''Oh um.. I don't know where she went.. She like.. Disappeared off somewhere.'' steve shrugged, looking around.

''I didn't ask where she went, I'm asking if you knew what her name was.'' bucky corrects.

''Oh! I.. I actually can't.. Remember.'' steve scratches his head.

You let out a big sigh of relief, that was a huge weight off of your shoulders.

''Why?'' steve asks.

''I don't know, she just looked like a girl I had a one night stand with last night.. I guess I was just having hallucinations.. I mean.. I've had lots of one night stands, but it seemed different. I really felt like she was the one, you know? I don't usually have connections with my one night stands, but Y/N.. Like wow... She was really something.'' bucky shrugs, taking a sip of the punch.

''Well.. You'll find her again one day bud.'' steve smiles, patting Bucky on the back.

Bucky chuckles and walks off with Steve next to you him, you continued to sit underneath the table and just wait until the party ended. After the party ended, you were out underneath the table, Tony removes the table and saw you asleep on the floor. He decided to just put a blanket over you and let you sleep at his place. Little did you know, Bucky was also staying a night at Tony's place and saw you lying on the floor. He thought you would need someone to sleep next to, so he took that spot.

So the next morning, you had Bucky next to you again, soft asleep just like before. Expect this time, you weren't going anywhere.

The End

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wilwywaylan · 7 years

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Kiyoshi, Ruud and Sakae ? (... yup I ask for this universe a lot, sorry)

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Honeestly…. not much. When she first met him, Kiyoshi immediatlythought that Sakae was…. Something Else, with his overworldly smileand his weird humor. The kind of man you only meet once. And boyyyyyywas she right. On the other hand, Ruud gave her the impression of aman who could deal with everything life threw at him. Someone youcould rely on to help you during difficult times. Nice and stable,that one.Now….. well it’s still the same. Sakae is a uniqueman you only meet once (and maybe it’s good because she couldn’tendure two Sakaes), and Ruud is probably made of the same wood theymake clogs with. The kind of clogs that never gets damaged, ofcourse. Okay. She wasn’t ready for the hurricane of bad puns, thetoo loud music, the hair everywhere, the ugly santiags, the cats, the60 pounds of cheese, …. But to be honest, she wouldn’t trade themfor anything. Not even a spaceship and one billion dollars.

Sakae was immediatly impressed by Kiyoshi when she came into hiscoffee shop. He immediatly thought that this was the kind of ladythat gets things done. The kind that nothing could ever stop. He wasalmost scared to make her her coffee, because she would probably stepon him if she wasn’t satisfied. As for Ruud, he immediatly fell akinship with that tall, blond, Dutch man who seemed very concernedwith food. He didn’t take long to discover that Kiyoshi is anabsolute nerd, and Ruud a total weirdo. But Kiyoshi still impresseshim with her determination, but she doesn’t scare him anymore. It’svery useful when you want someone to do something for you. And she’sso cute in her dorkiness. As for Ruud…. well he’s weird, with hisweird boots and weird knowledge about strange things, but still, he’snice, he loves to put on music while they’re working in the kitchen(and they have discussions about the merits of jazz vs. Heavy metal),he’s very nice and takes care of he and Kiyoshi, and overall, is awonderful man. And he wants to cuddle the fuck out of them like acat.

Ruud took that weird pair entering in his little food joint as hetook everything : nicely, keeping his distance, exchanging a fewplaisanteries here and there while they ordered the fort. They were astrange pair, those two, but they sounded… nice. Interesting, too,and smart, talking about complicated things that he couldn’t help butlistening too. He immediatly felt drawn to that strange, butattracting people.And now, his advice hadn’t change a bit. Hestill thinks that they are nice, very interesting, fascinating, even,a little bit crazy. Kiyoshi is a very smart lady (and a dork), andSakae, if he’s happy working as a coffee clerck, isn’t less smartthat them. And they both are very, very, very wonderful.

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

Come on : two daddies ? Two nice, smart daddies who knowa lot about things and can make, bake or cook the most deliciousthings ? It’s awesome. Pavel is so okay with that, there may notbe enough words in Japanese, Dutch or English to say how much he is.

Shizuka is very happy for Sakae. A good, nice relationship isexactly what he needs, especially after what happened with the lastone. Besides, Ruud can make some mean pasta dishes, and that’sperfect ! And hanging out with Kiyoshi means SCIENCE !PROFESSIONALLY-DONE SCIENCE !

Kiyoshi’s mums are very happy. I mean, two proper young men, niceand cheerful, taking care of their beloved daughter and grandson ?They are so polite and helpful when they visit, they cook AND cleanafter themselves, and Kiyoshi and Pavel are SO happy ! It’struly perfect !

Sakae’s parents had the confirmation they needed : their soncan’t do anything like anyone else (but then again, look at hisparents…). But since he’s truly happy now, with that strange ladywith a weird hat, and that not-less-strange man who likes to cookwhile humming under his breath, and the kid who loves to play withShizuka, they don’t say anything. What matters is their son’shappiness.

Ruud’s parents took it with calm, as did his brother. After all,their son / brother is an adult now, and if he wants to live with ajapanese lady and her dutch-japanese partner, it’s his right.Besides, they are nice, eat his food without complaining, gave him ajob, and keep good company. And bonus : instant grandson /nephew ! Yay !

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast witheach other?

They are all fairly balanced in manners of emotions, reactions andskills. Kiyoshi can’t cook to save her life, and Sakae only knowsbasic dishes, but Ruud is there to help. Sakae is the best to cleanand wash AND make it look like it’s effortlessn while Ruud looks likehe’s dragging a backpack full of rocks through the desert, andKiyoshi complains the whole time. But Kiyoshi can balance a checkbooklike nobody else and manages to budget everything, and find the bestdeals during grocery shopping, while Sakae and Ruud are cataclysmicwhen faced with a budget.

As for personnalities, they don’t have lots of common traits,except geeky outbursts and the worst sense of humor. Kiyoshi’sdetermination is the driving force, she’s the one usually planningthe things they do. If Ruud or Sakae has an idea, she’s the onegetting everything forwards, and always offers them her help. Ruud,being the most laid back of the trio, is the calming force. He’s theone calming discussions, offering solutions, and helping everyonekeep his cool. With him, grave things don’t seem as bad andstressful. Finally, Sakae is the happy force. He can desarm anythingwith a good joke, and injets some well-needed lightness and fantasyinto their lives. As with Ruud, things don’t seem as important anddangerous when he’s around.

Even their knowledges complement each other ! Kiyoshi is verywell-versed in all kinds of science and science-fiction, and is atrivia monster. Ruud knows a lot about history, legends and stuff,and art. And Sakae knows a lot about jazz, movies, and weird thingsothers know nothing about. Sometimes, he feels dumb because he’s notwell-versed in interesting and useful subjects like the two others,and doesn’t have the diplomas to show his knowledge. Ruud and Kiyoshialways take great care to make him talk about his favourite subjects,and never miss congratulating him on them.

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

Kiyoshi’s independance is whatbrought Sakae to her. The fact that she doesn’t care about whatpeople think or expect of her, how they whisper behind her, or howthey think she doesn’t know what she’s talking about in her line ofwork. She knows exactly what she wants, and is ready to do whateverit takes for it, no matter who’s trying to stop her. Societalexpectations, especially those linked to her gender and socialstatus, are but a background noise for her. Ruud is in awe of herdetermination. She steamrolls everything in her path once she putsherself to a task, and she dares, be it in her line of work,or in her private life. For him, things can be interesting ideas,fleeting thoughts, but for Kiyoshi, it’s a goal, an aim, and she’swell-decided to get it done, sooner or later.

To be fair, what Kiyoshi likes most inSakae is his weirdness. He looks kinda weird with that huge smile ofhis and long blond hair, a strange mix of japanese and dutch traits,and he is kinda weird, with those tattoos covering his arm and wrist.His behavior doesn’t belong to any known pattern, and he’s alwayssurprising her, most of the time in a good way. What Ruud prefersin Sakae is his wicked brains. He’s very smart, even if he doesn’tbelieve it, and it makes for very interesting discussions andarguments during work in the kitchen. Sakae is a mine of interesting,strange or fascinating informations on very diverse subjects, andit’s always wonderful to talk with him. They never run out of thingsto talk about. That, and the latte art. It’s very impressive, tomanage to turn something so mundane into a work of art. He nevertires of watching him do it.

Kiyoshi likes that Ruud is SOLID.That’s a man you can rely on, a man who’ll see you panic before ameeting and offer you a cup of coffee, who’ll calmly grab theextinguisher if there’s a fire in the kitchen and take care of it,who’ll help you when you break your finger, calm you down, call 911and make you feel as if it’s not that bad. Ruud is a rock, and youcan build a house on that rock, it’ll never move. Sakae, asKiyoshi likes in him, likes Ruud’s uniqueness. He’s a curious blandof seriousness, all calm even during a crisis, respectability, whatwith being a published author and respected PhD. And fantasy, becausethat PhD is about monsters and myths and creatures, and he dresses ashe’s not seen new clothes since 1970, with pearls and pendants andamulets. And he cooks a very mean stew too.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

Sometimes, Sakae can be a little….too carefree. He doesn’t give important things the attention theydeserve (or looks like he doesn’t, at least), and sometimes, Ruud andKiyoshi both want to grab him and shake him a little to drag him backinto the real world where things like bills and insurance matter.

Kiyoshi may be a very intelligentwoman, but she hadn’t yet leart to let go of certain things and lether partners live them down, especially embarrassing or painfulthings. Ruud can assure her that he’s quite aware that he oncebrought back sixty pounds of cheese from his trip in his homeland,and he would quite like her to stop reminding him about it.

Ruud being all calm and everything inthe face of troubles or crisis is very nice and reassuring, butsometimes, they can’t help but want to ask him to SHOW A LITTLESOMETHING, GODDAMMIT, OUR SON JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS CAN YOU LOOKCONCERNED I KNOW YOU JUST CALLED AN AMBULANCE BUT CAN YOU FREAK OUT ALITTLE ?

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

Sakae and Ruud go through the stomach to reach the heart. A nice coffee decorated with a heart in latte art, or a nice little snack, artfully arranged, can go a long way.

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

There are two countries that they will always love to visit, and that’s Japan and the Netherlands,for obvious reasons. So an ideal vacation would be a week or two in either of those countries. Nothing fancy, no five-stars hostels and posh restaurants, no receptions or anything. Just visiting either Ruud’s family and Sakae’s mother, or Sakae’s father and Kiyoshi’s mothers. In either case, it means time spent together relaxing, slow walks through the city, visits to places they already know and love, or new, unknown places, good, home-cooked food, family time, and the ever-lovely game of “do you remember when…?”.

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

Space!AU ? Space!AU.

Featuring, of course, KonohanaKiyoshi, proud captain of the Celestial Flower (aka The Big Flying Saucer according to everyone on board), the scientific ship cruising through space, looking for unknown lifeforms and planets. They land here and there, observ, take samples, make friends, and leaves for the next planet.

On board, of course, son and engineer Pavel, exploration leader and dog-like creature Inuko, and Sakae, the best drink-maker in all the galaxy. He can make the meanest hot drink with any fruit, leaf or root you give him, it’s almost magical. His kitchen has, besides the laboratory, the best equipment of that ship. And of course, he and the captain flirt like crazy.

They land on a planet renowned for their gastronomy, and populated by a race of tall humanoids, all elongated and lanky, with a strange, midnight-black skkin where beauty marks are all white, like stars. They meet with a delegation, who entrusts them to their best chef, to help them discover their culture. That chef is a tall (even by their standards) individual wearing a strange, orange cloth, and who looks very laid back. He cooks for them, endures Sakae’s idioctic jokes with a smile, and makes them the best meal they’ve ever tasted.

They like it so much, that they offer him a place on the ship. They need a cook, and he’s the best, they argue. The man doesn’t take long to accept. He’s very curious about those persons, and leaving with them means new ingredients and new dishes to try ! So he embarks with them. It’s a bit awkward at first, because he’s too tall for the doors, and he’s not used to the life in a spaceship, but he gets used to it quickly, and starts to cook for everyone. It takes him like minus five minutes to seduce Sakae and Kiyoshi with his magic food. Sakae is the first to ask him out because he’s like that, but the captain won’t let a coffee magician be better than her, and she quickly makes her move. Cue happy ménage à trois !

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