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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 3-Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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LAX’s airport was bigger than I could have ever imagined...

I rolled my suitcases along to where Rudy had told me they would be waiting, a duffel bag slung over my shoulder. Hey, I was staying for almost a month in California, I had necessities to bring. I heard my name being called, whipping my head in the direction it came from. I beamed when I saw everyone, making my way towards them.

Both Maddie’s made it to me first, taking me into a group hug. They squealed and jumped around, saying how excited they were to see me. Chase ruffled my hair, taking me into a side hug. I spotted Rudy last, a sly smirk on his face. He was more handsome than I remembered, despite seeing his face almost everyday. It was different now that I saw him standing before me, the slight beard he was growing made him look older. He pulled me into a bear hug, inhaling my scent. I did the same, loving the feeling of his arms around me.

“I missed you guys so much.” I admitted, pulling away from Rudy.

“We can’t wait to show you around!” Maddie C exclaimed.

Rudy took my duffel bag while Chase got one of my suitcases, leading the way to the car. He grunted when I handed him my bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Jesus woman, what’s in here?” Rudy asked, using both hands to haul my bag.

“Makeup, shoes, ya know...girl stuff.” I shrugged, turning to wink at him over my shoulder.

“There’s gotta be some cement blocks in here or something.” he grumbled, slinging into the back of the car.

“Careful! There’s some expensive shit in there!” I gasped, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

The girls and Chase piled into the back, leaving me to sit up front with Rudy driving. I glared at the three devils in the back, knowing what they were up to. Once we got out of the airport, we jammed out to some 80′s rock. Although, Chase, Rudy, and I were the only ones that knew any of the songs.

I was an old soul, I loved old music. I listened mostly to anything from the 80′s to the early 2000′s, from pop to rock n roll. My mom always liked to tell me that I was born in the wrong era, and I guarantee she’s right. I think that’s also why Rudy and I got along so well, both of us having the taste for old music. The Maddie’s sat back and enjoyed our concert, videoing us at points when Rudy would go crazy.

I loved that I could be myself around them, not feeling the need to hide. Scream singing in the car while dancing with my best friends, this is what I needed after a stressful 4 months. I breathed in the Los Angeles air, feeling the sun beating down on my arm that hung out the window. I watched as the palm trees passed, the salty air feeling inviting.

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Once we arrived at Chase’s house, everyone pitched in to lug my shit up the stairs. It was a real struggle since Chase had to pick a house with millions of steep steps. We were all huffing and puffing by the time we made it to my room I’d be living in for the next month, all of us crashing to the bed. Rudy crashed on top of me, a giggle erupting from my lips.

“You’re comfy,” he sighed, squeezing his arms around me.

It was odd feeling small in his arms despite being bigger than most girls, he was a lot more buff than I remember him being. We didn’t move for a while, just shifting so that Rudy was laying with his head on my stomach so he wouldn’t be crushing me. I spotted Maddie C pulling her phone out.

“Don’t you dare Madelyn,” I chuckled, knowing she was doing it anyways.

“You guys look pretty comfy.” she giggled, moving her finger to zoom.

“That makes one of us,” I commented, playing along for wherever she was about to post. Rudy looked at me offended, his lips pouting out.

Hysterical laughter came from all of us except Rudy who was still pouting, getting up to lay beside of me instead. I poked his lip, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. He shoved my hand away, turning his back to me.

“Oh come on Ru, it was for the video.” I scoffed, tugging his huge bicep.

“I’m mad at you.” he huffed, but I could see the slight smirk on his face.

“Who decided to have a sleepover and not invite me?” a girl asked, walking in the room.

From Instagram I could tell this was Elaine, her beauty even more striking in person. She made me feel intimidated, her eyes lingered on where Rudy and I sat. I could see the jealousy in her eyes, making me scoot away from him.

“Hey El, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Elaine.” Maddie C introduced, gesturing to both of us.

“So this is the famous y/n...” she said, raising her brows. I felt her gaze burning over me, making me even more self conscious.

“That’s me, um I’ve heard all about your amazing photography.” I laughed nervously.

“Yeah, Rudy and I just had a shoot actually.” she revealed.

Maddie B seemed to be the only one to notice the tension in the room, Rudy hadn’t even looked up from his phone yet. I looked at her and she arched her brow at me, clearly not used to Elaine being so passive aggressive.

“Are we going to eat guys? I’m starving.” Chase groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

“I haven’t ate at all today, what’s good around here?” I asked excitedly.

“Why haven’t you ate today?” Rudy inquired, his eyes full of worry.

“I’ve been on a plane for hours, I didn’t exactly want airport food.” I informed, rolling my eyes.

“You shouldn’t do that babe, how are you not sick?” he questioned. Everyone’s eyes widened when he said ‘babe’, my cheeks flushed.

“Stop lecturing me Ru,” I huffed.

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“I’ve never seen her act like that before...” Maddie B confessed. We were sat in my room as everyone else departed to get ready for dinner.

“I thought you said she had a thing for Drew?” I said confusedly.

“The past few times we have all hung out together, they seemed more than friendly.” Maddie B declared, shrugging her shoulders.

“No matter, it’s not like there’s any competition.” I sighed, finishing up my makeup.

“You right because that boy is GONE for you!” she cheered.

“No Mads, because she is the Instagram photographer and I’m the DUFF of our friend group.” I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse you, but if anyone is the DUFF it’s Chase. Look at his hair y/n.” she scoffed. A knock on the door startled the both of us, Rudy poked his head in.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but we are all starving to death.” he stated, his eyes looking between us.

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Dinner was super awkward, starting with when we went to sit down. I stayed behind to let everyone else pick their seats first, leaving Elaine to rush to sit beside Rudy. He quirked a brow at her, obviously confused why she wanted to sit by him so bad. Rudy patted the spot across from him, my cheeks blushing again as I sat down.

The conversations were hit and miss...anytime one of us tried to tell a story about the time we spent together, Elaine would interject about something her and Rudy did. She would subtly eye me, engaging my reaction. I felt so uncomfortable, that was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Drew, my brother from another mother.

“Long time no see buddy!” he beamed. I rose up from my spot to hug him, ruffling his hair.

“I figured it was time to see what LA is all about, and as I’ve been told, my presence was long missed.” I teased, everyone laughed except Elaine.

Drew said hello to everyone, leaning to kiss Elaine’s cheek. I looked at Maddie B who was beside me, furrowing my brows in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders, waving as Austin joined our table. He leaned down to hug me, patting my head as he passed to take his seat. Rudy reached across the table to tap my hand, he smiled when I turned my attention to him.

“What are you getting? Do you want to share an appetizer with me?” he questioned.

“I’m really thinking of just getting chicken fingers, they look yummy.” I grinned. He gave me a ‘really’ look.

“Get whatever you want, you aren’t paying anyways.” he smirked, knowing this would rile me up.

“Rudy, no.” I groaned.

“No arguing, pick something that you really want babe.” he demanded.

“Wait are they dating?” I heard Drew whisper to Maddie C and Chase, not doing a very good job of not wanting me to hear.

“No, I wish they would though.” Maddie C replied.

The night got better, laughter filling the restaurant. It felt so good to be with my people again, my heart was full of joy. Rudy and Drew spent half our time shooting paper spit balls at each other, one even accidentally hitting Austin square in the face.

“Who’s up for clubbing tonight?!” Drew asked, earning cheers from a few of us.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it, I’m seriously jet lagged.” I yawned.

“Come on y/n, once you get a few shots in you’ll be good to go!” he insisted.

“I’ll take you back to the house if you really don’t want to go.” Rudy offered.

“Please y/n!” Maddie C begged, Maddie B joining in as well.

I looked at Rudy who just smiled at me, waiting for my response. I made a split second decision without really thinking about it.

“Ok, I’ll go.” I sighed.

What am I getting myself into?

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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birthday - felix hauville x nb!detective (twc)

day 26 - genuine

author’s note: thank you to @wayhavenots for the suggestion of having felix struggle in keeping a secret from harley, i hope your test goes well! i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – felix hauville x nb!detective (harley bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; suggestive imagery word count: ~950 based on/prompt: day 26 – genuine from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: felix has a very difficult time keeping a surprise party a secret from harley.

birthday

felix zoomed around the warehouse living room, rearranging the balloons and streamers strung about the room, before tweaking the position of the large banner hung across the window.

“will you stop fussing? you’re giving me a headache,” mason growled, swatting at a balloon that kept moving into his shadowed corner.

“i just want everything to be perfect for hayley. it’s the first time we get to celebrate their birthday,” felix said, flitting around to the vases and flowers on the tables.

he moved to the kitchen, where nat was putting the finishing decorative touches on the small chocolate cake she baked, knowing that hayley would appreciate the gesture even though they would be the only ones who ate any.

“how’s it going in here, natkins? how’s the cake looking?” felix asked, nervously peeking around her shoulders.

nat sighed. “about the same as when you asked me two minutes ago, felix.”

felix stepped away with a sheepish grin. “sorry, i just really want this to go well, you know?”

“i know. we all care for hayley and want to do this for them,” nat said, with an understanding smile. “why don’t you go make sure they don’t show up before the party starts?”

“right!” felix nodded. “i can do that. just keep them busy, got it,” he muttered to himself as he headed out of the kitchen.

* * * * * hayley yawned and turned off their computer, grabbing their jacket and heading out of the stations when they nearly bumped into felix. his hands instantly fell to their waist and pulled them forward, a mesmerizing grin on his face.

“hi there, fancy bumping into you,” hayley said, a little annoyed that they already sounded breathless.

the effect that felix had on them was always instantaneous and all-consuming, in a way that was both completely foreign and comforting, like this is how love should feel. it was more than just love though, as they watched felix’s adoring gaze wash over their body. it was home.

“that never gets old,” felix chuckled, slipping his hand in the back pocket of hayley’s jeans as they walked out of the station and toward their apartment.

“oh, shoot, i’m supposed to be at the warehouse for research with nat,” hayley said, stopping and glancing at their phone. “we should make good time if we walk and we can hang out a little before i have to be in the library.”

felix froze. it was definitely too early for them to arrive for the party. “oh, nat told me she needs to push back the research time by… an hour? yeah, an hour or something,” he said nervously, glancing away from them.

hayley raised an eyebrow questioningly. “okay… i guess we can go back to my apartment for a bit,” they shrugged, resuming their casual pace.

they stretched once they were comfortably in their living room, felix trailing behind hayley as they moved straight to the bathroom, removing their clothing piece by piece. felix sat on the bed while hayley drew a bath, his leg vibrating with nervous energy.

he was going to ruin the surprise. he wasn’t built for keeping secrets, least of all from hayley.

“you going to join me?” they called from inside the bathroom.

“no, you enjoy yourself, babe,” he responded distractedly, trying to figure out how he could keep hayley occupied so he wouldn’t accidentally spoil the surprise.

he turned, his eyes widening at the sight of hayley standing naked in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against one side with their arms folded across their chest.

“what is going on with you?”

felix swallowed, his throat suddenly parched. “uh, nothing! i’ll take a bath with you!” he inwardly cringed at the slightly higher pitched tone his voice took as he rushed into the bathroom, peeling away his clothing and throwing them on the floor.

hayley frowned but followed him into the tub, letting his arms envelope them from behind as they eased lower into the warm water. they let out a sigh of contentment, leaning their head back against felix’s shoulder as he leaned forward to nuzzle their cheek with his.

“so are you going to tell me what has you so wound up?” hayley asked, their eyes still closed.

they felt felix tense underneath them and opened their eyes, repositioning themselves so they could rest their chin on his chest. felix kept glancing away from them, fiddling with the bubble bath soap and loofah. hayley gently grabbed his chin with their hand and nudged him to look at their.

“you know one of the things i love most about you is how genuine you are,” they said carefully, making sure felix was looking into their eyes. “so tell me what’s bothering you.”

felix was silent, he really wanted to surprise hayley. they deserved a hundred surprise parties and he would do anything to make them happy. but the way they were looking so expectantly at him, eyes full of concern and confusion, made him waver. the last thing he’d ever want is to lose their trust.

“i just wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” he said hesitantly. “we have something set up at the warehouse.”

hayley beamed. “really? no one’s ever done something like that for me before,” they said, resting their head on his chest and looking up at him through their long, thick lashes.

“of course, babe. i’d give you the world if i could,” he said warmly, leaning into place a soft kiss on their forehead. “you’re going to have to pretend to be surprised when we show up later.”

“you are my world, babe,” they said softly, lifting themselves up so they could kiss him on the lips.

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hushedhands · 4 years

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Challenge 71

@everbeenminee

*Maxon, America, and two-year-old Addy visit the bakery from Chapter 30 of The Laws of Inheritance

“Please, Maxon?”

“Ames.”

“Please?” America pouted just a little, this time cradling her enormous baby bump for added effect.

Maxon sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. America was still a couple of weeks away from her due date, but that was exactly when she’d given birth to Addy. She was liable to go into labor at any second, and the stress was already gnawing away at him. Now she wanted him to authorize a family trip into town?

“Hey! Daddy’s sad!” Addy came toddling up to her father from where she’d been playing with her dolls on the other side of the common space between her parents’ bedrooms and her nursery. “No crying.” she ordered.

Maxon chuckled, “I am not crying, Birdy. See? No tears.”

Addy studied him carefully, but he was right.

America added, “Daddy’s not sad, baby bird, he’s worried.”

“Worry?” Addy wasn’t sure what this meant.

“Scared.” America clarified.

“Monsters?” Addy’s eyes widened, returning her attention to her father.

Maxon chuckled and swept his two-year-old off her feet. “No monsters. Not anymore: Daddy, Uncle Aspen, and the guards defeated them all.”

Addy was too busy giggling at finding herself suddenly horizontal in mid-air to pay much attention to his words.

Maxon returned his attention to America, “But Ames, that baby could come at any second. I don’t want to have to deliver our next baby in the back of a car.”

America tilted an eyebrow at him, amused, “You think I want to deliver our next baby in the back of a car? Wouldn’t that be worse for me than you?”

“Yes, of course—“

“Maxon, I’m not proposing a road trip across the country! It’s fifteen minutes away—“

“There could be traffic! We could have to go into lockdown—“

“So we should hide away inside our Palace in case of my immediate onset of advanced labor, combined with epic mid-afternoon traffic, and a sudden resurgence of zombie Southern Rebels?”

“I’m serious, America!”

“It doesn’t sound like it—“

Maxon frowned, ready to argue with her, when Addy started squirming in his arms. “Fly me!” she encouraged.

Maxon sighed and stood, Addy still cradled to his chest, then he started tossing her body up a foot into the air and then catching her in a cradle again. She laughed riotously. After a minute, he sat her down and asked her to play dolls a little longer while Mommy and Daddy finished their conversation.

Maxon collapsed back down on the sofa, slightly out of breath, and returned his attention to his wife. “Any trip that involves the entire royal family is a risk to all of Illéa.”

“This is a good risk. The proprietors of the shop have served the royal family for centuries, the guards know how to secure the location because I visited there a couple of years ago, and it’s very close to home.”

Maxon eyed her and her stomach with suspicion.

“Gavril thinks it would make great press. The royal family on one last outing before the arrival of a new baby…”

Maxon still wasn’t sure. For all he knew, America was in labor right now and just hiding her contractions so that she could get her way. That was exactly what she’d done with Addy.

“Maxon, if anything goes wrong we’ll cancel, of course. If it doesn’t seem safe, or if I go into labor, we’ll just come home.”

“Hmph.”

America giggled at him and reached out for his hand. She placed it on her stomach and held it there. “Come on, Max. Don’t you want some chocolate cake?”

He did want chocolate cake. He was very stressed, and chocolate cake would help tremendously.

“Are you certain the baby wants strawberry tarts?” Maxon asked, one last effort to change America’s mind. But she’d been craving these very specific strawberry tarts all week, and he already knew the answer—

“Yes.”

Well? What kind of man would he be if he denied his wife and unborn child such a simple joy?

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Addy still couldn’t get over the fact that they weren’t going to Gramma’s house. That’s what cars were for, in her mind, because the only time she rode in one was when she was going to visit Gramma. Her parents said they were going to get treats, but Gramma had treats, so why not just go to Gramma? It was all very confusing.

Addy rode in her safety seat with Elephanty, and her daddy sat beside her. Across from her, Mommy stared out the window at the city as they rode, fingers absentmindedly stroking her stomach.

“Ames? Are you okay?” Maxon was convinced she was in secret labor.

America furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed that he’d asked her that question so many times in the same day. “You really think I could hide labor from you? You must think I’m very tough, or labor isn’t really all that painful. Which is it?”

“Tough, of course.” Maxon hurried to save himself. “Obviously I’m concerned about the pain of labor, Love, that’s why I’m so worried about you.”

“Mommy hurt?” Addy attempted to join the conversation.

“No, my little Bird. Mommy is fine.” America reassured her daughter, then glared at her husband. “Maxon, we’re on the same team. You have to trust me. I will tell you when I have anything to tell.”

Maxon looked sufficiently chastened.

“You think I’d rather have desserts than hospital-grade pain relievers when I go into labor?” America challenged him.

“Sometimes.” Maxon teased.

America shook her head at him, but she was smiling. He wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Mommy, we please go to Gramma?” Addy was getting antsy. The car was essentially a Gramma machine in her experience, and all this no Gramma was really wearing on her.

“We’re going to get some yummy treats at a very special bakery in town, my lovely.” America reassured her. “Then we’ll go back home and play with Astra and the twins.”

“Why?”

Maxon leaned over and pressed a kiss to Addy’s hair, “A long, long time ago, the very first King in all of Illéa ate at this bakery. And every single king, queen, prince, or princess has eaten there ever since. And now, you get to go for the very first time and have a yummy, yummy treat. What kind of treat will you get, Adrienne?”

Addy kicked her legs in thought, accidentally making contact with America’s knee. “Oops, sorry Mommy!” Addy rushed to explain that she hadn’t meant to wound her mother.

“That’s okay, baby.”

“Ummmmmm…” Addy drew her thought out, returning to the question at hand. “I want…” There was so much to consider.

“They’ll have cake, cookies, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, stawberry tarts—“

“Cheese.” Addy decided.

America laughed, her big round belly bouncing in a way that made Addy giggle too.

Maxon chuckled, “They won’t have cheese, but they might have cheesecake.”

Addy turned to him, eyes wide, astonished, “Cheese… cake?”

“Yes, my little milk baby.” Maxon was thrilled to have blown her mind like this. “Does that sound good?”

Addy nodded excitedly, all thoughts of Gramma forsaken in exchange for cheesecake.

The car slowed down to reveal a rope line full of people eager to meet their king, queen, and princess. Uncle Carter said some words into his radio and then Uncle Aspen appeared beside the car and opened the door.

America required extensive help to get in and out of the backseat of the car, so Maxon went first, waved to the crowd, and then helped his wife up. While America got to work signing autographs and posing for photographs, Maxon unbuckled Addy from her safety seat and scooped her up on his hip.

The crowd was loud, but they were all smiling. Paparazzi yelled Maxon’s name, but there was a rule that they weren’t allowed to yell at Addy, so she didn’t feel scared of them. Maxon signed autographs with one hand and kept ahold of Addy with the other.

“Do you want to try signing, Love?” Maxon offered Addy, much to the delight of the woman whose paper was being signed.

“I write?”

“Yes.” Maxon handed her the pen.

Addy scribble-scrabbled on the paper, her very first signature. It didn’t have any recognizable letters, of course, but it was still a momentous occasion.

Shortly after, Addy lost patience with the repetition and asked to be released so she could go to Weaver. Maxon agreed, setting Addy down and watching until she’d dashed the distance back toward the car, where Officer Weaver stood waiting. He had a small toy car in his pocket that she immediately started playing with. She pretended the car was going to cheese-cake’s house, zooming it in circles, driving it up Weaver’s arm, and putting it in airplane mode so it could fly over to the real car and drive along the back door.

“Bird?” America called for her daughter. “Time to go inside.”

Addy handed the toy car back to Weaver and hurried to grasp her Mommy’s hand, then they led the way inside, followed by her daddy and the guards.

Inside the bakery, Roseabelle stood waiting in front of the display of desserts, her son and granddaughter next to her. All of them sank into curtsies and bows at the sight of the royal family. The only photographer allowed inside was the royal photographer, and he clicked away as Maxon shook hands with each proprietor. When it was America’s turn to greet them, Roseabelle welcomed her warmly, “It is an honor to serve you again, your Majesty.”

“I’m so glad we were able to squeeze this into our schedules.” America grinned. “I’ve been craving your strawberry tarts for weeks, I think this little one was trying to remind me of the promise I made you the last time I visited, before Addy was born.”

“You came here, Mommy?” Addy chirped.

“Yes, when you were in my tummy we both came here.”

“I don’t remember.” Addy admitted.

“That’s okay, honey.” America laughed, giving Addy’s hand a squeeze.

“Is now time for treats?”

“Are you hungry, your Highness?” the kind old woman asked, amused.

Addy wasn’t so hungry, but she was always ready for sugar. She shrugged, not wanting to lie.

Roseabelle’s son took charge, “Why don’t we get a picture for our wall and then we’ll hand out desserts?”

It took some negotiation to fit everyone into the frame, but the photographer managed it quickly enough. Roseabelle took a seat in a chair in the middle, with her son standing behind her and her granddaughter to her side. On her other side, Maxon held Addy on his hip with one arm, his other arm around America.

They said one, two, three, “cheese”, except for Addy who said one, two, three, “cheesecake”. When they were satisfied that they had a good image, one for the history books, Maxon took America’s hand and guided her to one of the empty tables. He pulled her chair out for her, and then asked Roseabelle’s granddaughter for a booster seat for Addy.

When the royal family was seated comfortably, with glasses of cold water in front of them, Roseabelle herself came out to take their order. Maxon wanted some of his favorite chocolate cake, America wanted one strawberry tart (to start with, and maybe more later), and Addy ordered for herself, “Cheesecake please”.

There were a few more pictures taken once the food arrived, which gave Addy time to study her toddler-sized slice of cake. It didn’t look like cheese, but her dad promised there was lots and lots of cream cheese inside, and Addy also loved whipped cream, so she assumed cream and cheese would make the best cake ever on earth. She also had a beautiful, bright red strawberry on top to match her mom’s dessert.

America bit in first, and made a dramatic “mmmmm” sound.

“C’I have a bite, Mommy?” Addy immediately started hustling for extra dessert. America obliged her with a fork full of strawberry tart. Addy mimicked her mom’s “mmmm” sound. Then she turned to her father, who had just taken his own first bite. “C’I have some, Daddy?”

Maxon offered her a fork full of chocolate and she “mmmm”ed again.

“Here, baby.” America helped Addy cut her cheesecake into small, bite-sized pieces and then used a disinfectant wipe to clean Addy’s hands. “Now you can use your fingers instead of a fork, okay?”

Addy preferred her fingers to a fork, because she usually dropped half her food onto the floor when she was using a fork. Aunt Silvia said she needed to practice, so she should use forks most of the time, but secretly her mommy and daddy let her use fingers if her hands were clean, to avoid the mess.

Addy pinched a piece of cake delicately between her thumb and pointer finger. It was cold and squishier than her dad’s cake. She popped it into her mouth, eyes wide as she tasted the creamy, cinnamon-y sweetness on her tongue.

“Good, Birdy?” Maxon asked, chuckling at his daughter’s rapturous expression.

Addy nodded, mouth still full, and held out a piece for him to try. He let her feed him, and “mmmmm”ed appreciatively.

“What do you think, Bird? Should we order some extra slices to take back to the Palace and eat with Astra and Meri this weekend?” America suggested.

Addy nodded again, still in the middle of her life-changing experience.

America smiled across the little round table to Maxon, who smiled back at her affectionately.

“You know, Ames… this is the best I’ve felt in weeks.”

“Me too.”

“You were right as usual, my love. I’m glad we came today.”

“Me too.”

“Feel free to remind me of this the next time I allow fear to cloud my reasoning.”

“Oh, don’t worry Maxon,” America chuckled, “I will.”

#laws of inheritance #the thing with feathers #challenge #DemocracyHands

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alitaimagines · 4 years

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character: luciano vargas / 2P! Italy - Hetalia

song recommendations: the big bang - rock mafia

you held you shopping bags with a tight grip. you were running late to a coffee date with one of your friends but you knew that if you didn’t get the shopping done, you wouldn’t have time for the rest of the week.

grabbing your keys from your purse, you immediately put all the perishable items into the fridge and left everything else in the bags before quickly using the bathroom and leaving again.

hopping into your car, you zoomed to the coffee shop where your friend decided to have the date. as soon as you parked the car, you realized that your friend was just barely arriving herself.

“Laura!” you screamed as she waved at you enthusiastically, “hey, sorry for running late!” the two of you apologized to each other at the same time. you couldn’t help but laugh, “I had to get shopping done for the week. my schedule is busy for the rest of the week and I had to get it done today.”

she nodded before saying that she got caught up with shopping as well, “well, at least we had time for hangout today. god knows I’ve needed it.” Laura sat down as you went straight towards the coffee bar to ring in your order.

“afternoon Slyvie!” you told the older lady. she gave you smile, “the same as usual?” she asked. you nodded as she went to the back to start making your order.

you sat one the stools and started talking with Laura. the two of you had coffee dates once a week. it kept the both of you sane and it really was just a form of therapy after the busy week you usually had.

“do you remember the time you got drunk at a Drake concert at busted your ass in the cement?” Laura reminded you as you rolled your eyes, trying to hide your face, “no need to be embarrassed! it’s just a funny memory. that was also the night I got into the wrong car and got yelled at for it.”

as the two of you continued to talk, you heard the small bell ring indicating someone came in. the coffee shop was usually dead around this time so it was odd hearing the noise.

paying no mind to whoever walked in, you kept talking to Laura as she stared at whoever it was that walked in. finally getting enough of her not paying attention to you, you turned to look at who it was.

you were stunned to see a tall man with two people standing behind. all three of them looked different from each other yet your eyes remained on what you assumed was their leader.

“hey Slyvie, can you grab me a lemon bread? the coffee taste is really getting to me,” you asked a bit shyly. once you turned over to Laura, the three men sat at one of the empty tables and continued their own conversation.

as the day continued and you realized that time was slipping away, you got up from your seat, “well, I gotta head home. I have class first thing in the morning and I know I’m going to struggle getting up in the morning,” you said with a hint of sadness in your voice.

the two of you walked out of the shop but not without giving the mysterious man one last look. without realizing, you accidentally dropped your ID while taking out your keys and the man immediately noticed. getting up and picking it up, he left without telling where he was going and noticed you barely reaching your car.

he sauntered over to your car and you immediately noticed him coming over to talk to you. without realizing, you checked yourself out in the mirror as he finally reached you.

“I believe you dropped this inside of the shop,” he said as you instantly swooned into your seat by the sound of voice, “oh, it’s my school ID. thanks for grabbing it,” your voice wavered as you instantly wanted to smack yourself for it.

he chuckled as he leaned up against the car, “I’m Luciano, you’re ( your name ), correct,” you nodded as he watched you nervously play with your hair. being that Luciano did what he did for a living, he was able to pick out the nervous habits of people, “what are you doing out here?” he asked knowing that it was a stupid question to ask but with your flustered state, he figured you wouldn’t realize it.

“oh, I was catching coffee with a friend,” you explained, “we usually catch coffee once a week so that’s what we were doing,” you felt yourself over explain it and wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.

he gave you a smirk as he finally got off the car, “well I see you’re busy,” grabbing your hand, he kissed the backside of it before leaving, “see you around.”

as soon as you shut the door to your car, you instantly screamed in a flustered manor. you had never gotten that reaction from a man before so having someone kiss your hand so delicately, you felt your hand tingle.

it wasn’t until your Friday night outing until you remembered your incident with Luciano. a few of your friends decided to grab dinner at a restaurant and while the place was a restaurant, it was also a joint to dance without it fully being a club or bar.

“god, he was so attractive,” you admitted as you smacked your head on the table, “I swear to god, I’d let him raw me,” all of your friends looked at you horrified, Laura more than the rest of them.

“Jesus Christ, ( your name ),” she exclaimed, “that’s very weird coming from someone who yells at us whenever we make a sexual joke.”

you shrugged as they continued on with the conversation they were having. as the night drew in, the dance floor was a little packed as you went to dance with Laura to a random song. Luciano was sitting in a booth with a few of his henceman as he watched you sing and dance to ‘lay all of your love on me’ from Mamma Mia.

a few songs passed when the soda you were drinking finally made you want to use the bathroom. walking over to the single restroom, you realized a very familiar face. you locked eyes with him and immediately felt your face warm up.

going to the bathroom, you checked your makeup and popped in a piece of gum before quickly using it and walking back out. Luciano stood on the other side of the wall, scaring you and making you jump at least a few feet back.

“oh hey, Luciano, funny seeing you here!” you tried to say as he gave you a smile, “I was just saying the same thing to my friends,” he replied, “where are you sitting?”

you pointed over to the table where all your friends were at, “how about you and your friends sit with our table,” you instantly shook your head, “we couldn’t you guys look busy and we wouldn’t want to intrude.”

he gave you a commanding look, “if it would be intruding, I wouldn’t have mentioned it so how about my offer?” you nodded as you gulped down the lump in your throat and walked over to your friends.

they instantly seen your heart eyes, “sooo, remember the guy I was just talking about?” they nodded, “he’s actually here and offered that we sit with them, you guys down?”

you could tell they were hesitant in responding, “sure?” Laura said as they all grabbed their things and told the waitress that they were moving tables. they all gawked as they seen the plethora of very attractive men sitting at the table.

“you can sit here, amore,” you nodded as you slid inside of the booth and sat next to Luciano. he even propped up your legs so they were laying on top of his lap, “you guys can afford this type of wine?” one of your other friends exclaimed.

she was holding a bottle of wine that had the price tag of more money you would ever see in your life. one of the other men laughed, “we can afford more than you think,” you chuckled as Luciano poured some wine in your glass.

“try it,” he whispered as he handed you the cup. the wine was a bit bitter for your liking but the taste wasn’t horrible, “it’s not bad,” you mentioned as some of the other men poured the wine for your friends.

the night continued with you basically sitting on Luciano’s lap as all of you drank wine and talked amongst each other. you felt the eyes of other patrons as you gave them a weird look and didn’t bother to give them a second look.

once all of your friends decided to call it a night, you got up from the table and stretched, “thank you for tonight, Luciano,” you said as he offered to walk you to your car, “I have to repay you for tonight,” you added.

he stayed silent for a moment, “how about you let me take you out on a proper date?” he asked as he put his gloved index finger underneath your chin, “a beauty like yourself shouldn’t have to repay me anything.”

not being able to hold back your squeal, he chuckled at your reaction, “so I’ll take that as a yes?” you nodded as he came closer to you, “wonderful. I’ll make sure to figure out where we go for our date.”

he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. had this been any other man, you were sure you would’ve pushed him away and probably kicked him in the nuts but there was something about Luciano that didn’t make you want to do that.

“get home safely,” Luciano whispered as he finally released you and let you get into your car, “I’ll see you later.”

word had gotten around your college and although you weren’t directly hearing it yourself, you were now seeing someone high up in the mafia.

people whispered about it, some envious at how lucky you got for basically reeling in a man with money while others were fearful for the fact that you were now dating a fucking mafia leader and how quickly this could go south.

you walked out into the schools campus but instead of heading to your car, you seen a very familiar expensive car standing in the pick up area. Luciano was leaning against his car, dawning a very expensive looking suit as he had a cigarette hanging from his lip.

“I’m assuming that’s your boyfriend?” one of your friends asked. you shook your head no, “we’re not in a relationship, we’re just seeing each other but to be totally honest, I have no idea why he’s here,” you explained before waving your friend goodbye and walking toward Luciano.

he flicked the unlit cigarette away as you walked up towards him, “hey Luciano! what are you doing here?” you asked as he silenced you with a welcoming kiss, “I wanted to pick you up. is that a problem?” he stated as he brought you in closer, you shook your head no, “what are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“um, I have a few papers I have to proofread but besides that, not much,” you mentioned as he told you to give your keys to one of his men and he would make sure he would bring it back to your house, “let me take you out for dinner tonight,” he offered.

you looked at your watch, “around what time? I have a few things for school I have to do but depending on the time, sure,” you replied. he looked down at his watch, “whenever you’re free,” you grabbed your planner from your book bag and scanned it, “is seven okay?” you asked. he nodded as you gave him a smile, “wonderful, I’ll see you tonight!”

you finally arrived to your apartment and got immediately to work. slowly but surely, you felt the energy to do your schoolwork wash away and lazily got it done before texting Luciano that you would be done a little early.

not knowing how fancy the place Luciano was planning on taking you, you put on a random blouse and a flow-y black skirt with black heels and very minimal makeup. you knew Luciano preferred your face not to be caked with makeup.

as you sprayed perfume on, you heard a honk from outside. grabbing your purse, you locked the door and got met with Luciano already standing outside to help inside the car.

the car he had taken was on purpose. the back was covered so the driver wouldn’t hear their conversation and Luciano hated when unnecessary people poked into business that wasn’t there’s.

as soon as you got comfortable, he propped your legs up on his lap and rubbed them, “you looked beautiful, as always,” he complimented as he watched you get flustered, “did you finish that work?” he asked.

“yeah, I did although I felt like falling asleep halfway through,” you admitted, “can’t say I wouldn’t say the same. how come you’re so far away, amore?” he mentioned before pulling you in closer.

you giggled as he held you close to him, “where are we going?” you asked as he waved you off, “you’ll see now how about you be quiet and give me a few kisses?” he said before capturing your lips.

you moaned softly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. your fingers ran through his fiery brownish red hair as he rubbed your bare legs. you took off his suit jacket as laid you down, well as much as he could without making uncomfortable.

“are we really going to do this in the car?” you asked as he chuckled, “I guess this just knocks something off our list, right?” he asked before delving back into a kiss.

by the time you arrived to your destination, your lipstick was smeared and it stained Luciano’s face as well. you quickly grabbed a few things from your purse and fixed it before Luciano got off the car and helped you out.

from the looks of it, you were at a shopping center. the center looked to be filled with various expensive looking stores. chanel, versace, tom ford, dior. you name it and you were sure it was there.

“what are we doing here?” you asked innocently, “shopping, what does it look like?” he said before grabbing hand. his free hand fixed his bustina cap and he walked towards the first store he intended on taking you.

as you shopped and Luciano purchased everything you even mentioned in liking, you noticed others doing the same thing. a lot of the men wore something like Luciano did and their partners were dressed in either very expensive clothes themselves or shopping for new ones.

little did you know, it wasn’t unknown for mafia members to take their partners shopping here. it wasn’t a secret but not many ‘civilians’ shopped there. they knew what could happen if they got in the way of mafia leaders/members or their partners so they didn’t bother to try.

just as you felt your feet starting to wear you down, Luciano took you into a jewelry store. not many people were inside but from the looks of it, the owner already knew who he was.

“ah Mr.Vargas, how can I help you?” he asked as he walked around to greet Luciano, “I’m shopping and I need something for her,” was all he stated before got the hint.

he motioned for you to follow him and took you to the necklace section. you immediately gasped at some of the prices that you seen but Luciano was quick to remove that stress.

“pick whatever you like doll,” you immediately tried to protest but he gave you that look that usually stopped your protest, “pick something,” he stated again.

you looked over the plethora of necklaces and finally chose a necklace. the necklace was shiny but not too shiny. it was diamonds covering the entire necklace while the middle held a real gemstone, one of your birthstone.

“is the one you like?” he asked as you nodded, “we’ll take this one,” he told the man as he shook his head for the man to leave him. the man dismissed himself to the back, taking Luciano’s card to pay for the necklace.

you propped yourself up and gave him a kiss, “thank you,” you whispered as he nodded, “I hope you know that this signifies that you are now my girlfriend,” he said without giving you much say in the matter.

you smiled as he captured you in another kiss, “of course,” you immediately said, “although I do have one question,” you asked.

Luciano gave you a look, “what do you do for a living? you never told me that?” you simply asked as he let out a belting chuckle, “I sell things and run my own company but don’t you worry about that. what you need to worry about is what we’re going to eat for dinner, okay?” you found it odd that he didn’t give more detail about his occupation but you didn’t bother to press it. you knew he would tell you once he felt comfortable.

Luciano knew exactly what he was doing. he didn’t need to get you wrangled into his lifestyle. the least you knew, the better. all he had to do was keep you happy and with him and he was be content. let anyone cross your relationship with him and they would be expecting an unpleasant visit from Luciano.

part two anyone?? i actually like where I went with this imagine and if any of you want a similar imagine with another Hetalia character, let me know! I’m thinking of Russia or England. i could make this an entire series like my pregnancy ones if you guys would like!

ALITA

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hettiesworld · 4 years

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I Feel For You

Summary: During lockdown, Elizabeth gets the chance to meet the OG Avengers cast and “accidentally” falls in love with Evans and Renner.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC x Jeremy Renner

Author’s note: So this is a few days before the Zoom meeting with the cast. Enjoy!

Word count: 1119 words

2nd May 2020.

Elizabeth’s house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were the photographs of children, so obviously so loved. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, it's grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul.

Elizabeth’s cousins were in the master bedroom, watching the live virtual show of the Nickelodeon Teen Choice Awards as they were visiting before the lockdown happened. Until, the virus came to the UK and her cousins couldn’t go back to New Zealand.

Her job as a veterinarian was important to the frontline as they protect the health and well-being of both animals and people. So, she had to go out and do her job.

A small double bed, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth that drew over the panes by means of a white cord on which it was run at the top; a tiny wash-stand with an old-fashioned bowl and pitcher of green and white stone-ware, and over it an old-fashioned gilt mirror; a small splint-bottomed chair and large braided rug of red woollen rags. That was all, except in one corner, where some cleats had been nailed to the ceiling and a clothes-press made by hanging from them full curtains of white cloth.

She came into the house at around 7pm, which was early for her.

“What are you guys watching?” Elizabeth put her backpack down onto the floor.

“The Nickelodeon Teen Choice Awards. We watch it every year.” Allie, who is 15 years old and the oldest of Elizabeth’s cousins, remarked. She was so focused on watching the awards on the television.

“Who’s hosting it?”

“Victoria Justice. You know, from Victorious?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know who she is. I’m not that old.” Elizabeth chuckled softly, placing herself next to Allie.

Jacob, who was 8 years old, was the other cousin around Elizabeth’s house. He was too busy to watch the awards (and he wasn’t interested anyways) and just played Fortnite on his laptop.

Just then, an announcement from Victoria herself, near the end of the awards, came to Elizabeth’s attention.

“Hey! You wanna win a competition? And don’t worry, you won’t have to wait until the quarantine is over! Here is your chance to meet the winners of your favourite movie, Avengers Endgame! Yes--”

Just then, Allie turned it over. “Boring.”

Elizabeth looked at Allie with shock and blurted out, “ What did you do that for? Change it back!”

“Fine.”

Allie changed the channel back over to Nickelodeon and it’s like Victoria just stopped speaking from where she was so that Elizabeth could hear the rest of it. Or maybe she was repeating it again.

“Yes! You could get to meet the OG Avengers via a Zoom meeting! You don’t even have to travel. Just be presentable, unless they are in their pajamas!” Victoria laughed as she continued, “This award-winning prize is available both in the United States and in the United Kingdom, excluding the Republic of Ireland--”

“You should apply!” Allie exclaimed, putting both hands on Elizabeth’s right shoulder, tapping her softly.

“Why would I?” Elizabeth responded, looking at Allie.

“Don’t you give me that look, missy! I know about your Avengers collection in the study!”

Elizabeth laughed at the disappointed look Allie was trying to give her. She got out her laptop and passed it to Elizabeth.

“Now apply online and I’ll be downstairs, playing with your pets!” Allie jumped off the bed and headed downstairs, leaving Elizabeth to look at the website where she could apply. She really wanted to meet Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner, as well as the others. She never had an opportunity to go to Comic-Con or any other convention to meet them, due to the lockdown situation at the moment.

So, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime.

She applies.

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Two days later. 4th May 2020.

Elizabeth was in her living room. She decided to put a picture of it on Instagram.

Once she did, she did her daily Tik Tok video on her pug, Rocky. It was an old video she filmed in the autumn with Rocky playing in the fallen leaves. She put Main Attraction by her favourite actor onto it.

Afterwards, she went to her mailbox, her custom mask on. And she was not expecting a letter from Nickelodeon.

It reads,

Dear Ms Martinez,

Congratulations on winning the Nickelodeon Teen Choice Award competition to meet the cast of Avengers: Endgame! You will meet them on Monday 11th May 2020. You have the opportunity to meet them via a Zoom meeting. Make sure you have the Zoom app on your phone, tablet or downloaded onto your laptop…

From the producers of Nickelodeon.

Elizabeth ran back into the house, taking her mask off. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed out loud, putting her hand to her mouth.

Allie and Jacob came down the stairs, rubbing their eyes.

“Why are you shouting?” Allie asked.

“I won the competition.”

“Wait… what?” Allie snatched the letter out of Elizabeth’s hands and skimmed through it. “Oh. My. Goodness. You did it. You won!”

Elizabeth lifted Allie from the ground and spun her around, being very excited. Jacob yawned and walked back up the stairs.

“Oh my God. I need to be presentable! I need to download Zoom on my laptop!”

“Auntie. You got until next Monday to do that. Just relax.”

“Yeah, I should. I’m sorry Allie.”

“Don’t feel sorry Auntie. I know about your anxiety. Just calm down.” Allie softly pulled Elizabeth to the kitchen and made her sit down on the wooden stool.

“Let me make breakfast for you, Auntie.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Do you know how to make breakfast now, Allie?”

Allie nodded and went to the fridge to take out two slices of wholemeal bread and an egg. She was going to make the popular breakfast in Britain, (except the Full English breakfast, of course) boiled egg and soldiers.

Allie had grown since Elizabeth last saw her.

Probably a growth spurt.

“You always know how to cheer me up, Allie.”

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And that is the first chapter! Well the introduction! Hopefully you like it! Reblog it, comment on it and signal boost it!

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corpse--diem · 4 years

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History Repeats | Arthur & Erin

With: @arthurjdrake

After being practically stuck inside for nearly a month with her undead father, going anywhere else was like a breath of fresh air. So when the idea struck Erin to get caught up on some work at Coffee Plus struck her, she was out of the door faster than she could put her jacket on. From the second she walked in the door, she was reminded instantly of her previous trip here. Her and Regan had sat right to her left. The woman who’d yelled at them not far from it. A small smile tugged at her lips, before the overwhelming panic that came with the rest of that stroll down memory lane. Confident that there was no hypnotist in the area, her eyes rolling to herself at the thought, she grabbed a coffee and settled in with her tablet. She was getting behind on her obituaries--another fun detail most people weren’t aware she took care of. Knee-deep in some family history and photos, her eyes happened to glance up above her screen, then back down again. Then, instantly, right back up. Was she seeing this right? She sat back, taking a good, hard look at the picture of the man on her screen--a man who had died years ago. Then, back to the man she had just seen step into the cafe. It was completely unintentional, and totally rude, but she couldn’t stop staring at this man.

It had been at least a couple of lifetimes since Arthur had been in White Crest - always ending up wherever Mercy happened to travel that coincided with his rebirth cycle. His death the last time in this town had been unfounded and quite mundane - gunned down after accidentally stumbling in on an altercation between two feuding families. He’d started a life here and made a couple of friends. The ending really was quite unmemorable. A shotgun blast to the abdomen had put an unfortunate end to what had been a relatively mediocre existence. Thankfully, some things about it had changed. Admittedly while getting his afternoon cup of coffee at what was fast becoming a frequent haunt for him, he wasn’t expecting to feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the indication that someone was staring at him quite intently. The sensation caused him to bristle a little, before a marginal turn of his head opened his peripheral just enough to spot the responsible party. His brow furrowed for a moment at the look of shock on her features, glancing over his other shoulder to check if it was not him, but someone else she was staring at… But there was only empty space beyond. Glancing back once more to the women he fixed her with an uncertain and slightly questioning look not recognizing her from anywhere in particular. Taking the time to order and collect his drink, he circled back, approaching her table until his six foot three frame loomed beside it. “Apologies ma’am… I couldn’t help but… uh… notice… You were giving me a strange look… If I’ve done… something to offend you” not that he was sure what he could’ve done to a stranger but in a town like this who knew “please know that I’m quite apologetic for... whatever seems to be the issue.”

Erin knew she should have stopped staring at some point--the man clearly noticed. But she couldn’t help herself. Couldn’t help glancing back up and then down at the photo, again and again. The photo that was far older than what this man could have possibly been. Oh shit--she must have been staring too long, and too hard because after a few moments, he was heading her way. And he was apologizing to her? She pulled her tablet closer to her, shaking her head. “No, God, I’m sorry. Please don’t apologize.” She bit her lip, trying to decide if she was going to share or not. Was that weird? Ah, hell. “I just--” she paused again, fighting with herself until she eventually just gave in. “You don’t happen to know the Crane’s in town, do you? Or are you related to them?” She stood from her spot slowly, tablet in hand, as she zoomed in on the somewhat blurry black and white photo. But now that she held the photo up so he could see. “You see why I was staring now though, right?”

Arthur couldn’t help but blink as after his apology for whatever he’d done to give offence to make this woman stare at him as though he’d grown another head, she offered up one of her own. To say he was perplexed was perhaps a bit of an understatement. To steady any growing nerves, Arthur took a slow sip of his coffee, the familiar bitter taste washing away some of his anxiety over this stranger somehow seeming to think him familiar. “Okay… then, forgive me but I’ve got to ask… Why were you staring at me as if I’ve got another head.” But his answer was provided a few moments later. Crane. A name that had served its purpose when he’d been passing through town before an… untimely demise. “Um… Ha, funny question that but… Yes, I think I have some familial connections back to this town… I think my great great grandfather used to live around these parts...” he smiled though it dimmed fractionally as she turned around her tablet revealing a photograph of him… 1800s style portraiture. Black and white. Distinctly recognisable of a slightly younger self if you looked close enough. “Oh… wow, that’s… Damn that’s pretty scary… He looks…” Arthur swallowed but let very real shock simply play into the reaction he gave as he gestured for a moment before taking the tablet and peering at it with interest. “Where’d you find this?”

Erin was relieved at how calm this man was, despite the abrupt prying and staring. A real killer first introduction, she thought as she watched him nervously sip his coffee. But it was too late to go back now, wasn’t it? But the familial link made sense, and she was growing more curious and more excited about the discovery. “Great-great grandfather? No way,” she grinned, unabashedly scanning over his features as he studied the photo himself. “You guys could be straight up dopplegangers,” she said, watching the shock settle over his face. This was as weird as it was cool, but his curiosity ignited further intrigue on her part. “I’m a funeral director and--” Oh. She paused, realizing that she might have actually overstepped this time. Especially if this was his family. She cleared her throat, trying to carry on without skipping too much of a beat. “And I was given a whole digitized album of family pictures to include for the memorial. I was just going through them, writing the obituary, when your face--or, your grandfather’s face--popped up.”

Thankfully several lifetimes could serve when it came to being shocked, though this had certainly not been how he’d seen his day unfolding. His fingers tightened a fraction on the mug, though his smile remained amicable if a little disturbed by this apparent discovery. “I think… Yeah… Well, uh I guess.” Admittedly on the spot he ran through a list of potential explanations in his mind but her clarification as to why she was digging around through old obituaries caused his eyes to widen a little. Some of the tension in his chest unwound fractionally at the revelation and it gave him a bit more time to think. “Aah… That’s… Yeah that’s a bit less weird then, though you’re right the resemblance is… spooky” he laughed. The sound more than a little awkward in its delivery and at the situation he presently found himself feeling quite floundered in. “That’s why I… um, came here - to this town that is” he clarified quickly “not… this coffee shop. That’d really be weird.” He raised a hand to scratch behind his ear, “because research not just… for that” he indicated the photo with an awkward nod “but research… generally. I teach you see - at the university. History. I teach history.... I’m a historian.”

This poor guy, Erin had to laugh to herself. Here he was just trying to get a cup of coffee in peace and he’d barely made it through the door before a small spectacle was made of himself. Still, the curiosity tugged harder than her sense of good manners. Curiosity prevailed. “It is spooky, isn’t it?” She narrowed her eyes gently in his direction, gesturing towards the open seat across from the table the rest of her things occupied. “Do you have a minute to join me?” She asked, starting to shuffle back towards her seat. “Maybe this is kismet, you know? Like, how else would you describe something like this?” She offered a smile at him, hoping to convey her appreciation for him humoring her as much as he already had. But before she sat, she finally remembered her sense of human civility. “Shit, I’m sorry--I’m Erin, by the way. Erin Nichols,” she reached for his hand, smiling a little bigger and softer. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little curious, especially as a historian.”

“Super spooky,” Arthur agreed, wondering what kind of predicament he’d gotten himself into with this conversation. But he’d gone and put his foot in it hadn’t he? So what else could he do but sit and try to figure out how best to resolve this situation. “Well… I was-” he debated on making up some sort of excuse of a thing he’d been intending on doing, but unfortunately this was a touch more pressing. At least he could be present whilst she did her digging, who knew what she might turn up if he wasn’t around to add a little bit of clarification to it. “But… uh sure…” He internally sighed at the turn of events as he moved to take the proffered seat. “Maybe, or just a really weird coincidence.” Who could say for sure but he returned her smile with a faint albeit genuine one of his own. Always amicable even if he did feel like he was struggling to tread water. The sudden remembrance of civility drew forth a soft huff of a laugh, “all good, Arthur Drake… Pleasure to meet you Erin,” he greeted as he took her hand and shook it politely with a warmer look. “Yeah… Okay you’ve got me,” his smile grew into a little bit of a shy grin “still wasn’t how I was expecting this day to turn out… So how’d you find that anyway? An obituary of someone who passed recently or?”

Erin grinned wider when the man finally seemed to be ceding to her request, even if a bit reluctantly. “I won’t keep you long. I pr--” The word almost slipped from her mouth and Erin pretended to cough to cover up the hiccup. No fucking way was she uttering the ‘p-word’ in the very same place her and Regan had been just a month ago. “Excuse me. Scout’s honor. Not trying to deter your day too much.” It took a moment for her it to click, but the name smacked her with familiarity. Arthur Drake. She nodded, though she was half-distracted as she tried to pull a faint memory from the depths of her brain to connect it. “Yeah, like I said--the family decedent recently passed, so the family gave me their files to go through and put something together for the service and the obituary. It’s pretty common--” she halted mid speech, temporarily forgetting the whole reason this man was here. Instead, focusing on who he was. “Arthur Drake! Wait!” She pointed to him, new enthusiasm in her voice. “You’re Mercy’s Arthur. I mean, you know her. Mercy.” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recalled the conversation, though a slight, very knowing smirk sat on the tip of her lips.

The sudden way she cut herself off from saying what Arthur could only assume was promise didn’t escape his attention. She’d gotten his attention and now that she had it little slips were something that would be noted and collected, filed in his mind to formulate a better understanding on this strange mortician that seemed to somehow find him of apparent interest. “Alright… I guess I can spare a little time.” How long would depend. But for now it would suffice to give her a bit of leeway. “I see... Well… from what I know he didn’t have any kids of his own this side of the pond… But it’s possible he might’ve fostered a few people and that’s how the name got connected.“ Arthur knew for a fact that was exactly what had happened, but he wasn’t about to admit that. “I’m English myself… Most of my heritage is as well from what little I know of it…” His fingers lightly rubbed at the angle of his jaw as he tried to run the approximate timelines in his head, gods this was going to get confusing. Thankfully he was spared from those calculations by Erin’s sudden exclamation that initially made him blink and then look a fair bit more sheepish than he already had. There was no helping his mild cringe, “ah--- not her Arthur… Well, yes her Arthur but… Not in that sense… Because I’m not… hers. Uh… shit, yes, Gods… What’s she been saying about me? How do you know her?”

What a strange, nervous, little man, Erin thought quietly to herself. His reaction to her inquiry about Mercy was interesting, though. “Mmhmm…” She nodded thoughtfully, unable to hide the little smirk. “We’re old friends. She’s one of the few people in this town who’d gladly scale a cliff with me instead of listing all the reasons why I shouldn’t.” After the past few weeks she’d had, she’d likely give the woman a call for that. Turned her attention back to the screen in her hand, trying to be nonchalant. “Some good things, don’t worry,” she offered pleasantly, but that was all she would say on the matter, recalling how back-and-forth her friend had been when she recalled their Arthur Drake conversation. She halted mid-scroll, the amusement falling from her features suddenly, features narrowing into pure concentration. An older photograph emerged, one from more than a few decades before the original one she had first shown Arthur. Identical. She held the photo up, eyes wide. “Is--do you see that too?”

“Old friends… Huh, interesting” Arthur clicked his tongue a little as he eyed Erin for a moment not quite sure what to make of that statement. “Yeah that definitely sounds like her…” He couldn’t help the way his gaze intensified however in the interim, trying to decipher the code of what constituted good things. The talk of Mercy in all honesty had distracted him temporarily from what they were even ‘researching’. By ‘researching’, it wasn’t Arthur’s typical proactive contribution to sessions as typically befitted his interest in the topic. It was more Erin looking through certain documentations while Arthur asked the odd question here and there trying to look interested while wondering just what this woman might know. That was until Erin froze, and Arthur’s eyes snapped to the screen trying his best to contain his sudden panic. Oh shit. Thankfully at that point his phone vibrated. He snatched up his phone and quickly thumbed open a note tilting the screen just enough to hide its contents as he rushed to fake texting out a reply “oh gods, I’m sorry… my um, tortoise… is really ill and needs food...“ He shot her an apologetic look quickly getting to his feet “well, this was fascinating… Really, but um, yeah… Gotta go, good luck…” With a minor wave, Arthur shot straight for the door cursing this whole venture in his mind. What had he gotten himself into?

#chatzy #chatzy: arthur #history repeats #wickedswriting

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lachalaine · 6 years

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He wouldn’t, and couldn’t, wait any longer. He had to meet Jackie in his human form, no matter what, even if it meant a bit of quick and sneaky work on his part in order to make it happen. Getting the time to head back to his own place and freshen up beforehand had been only half the battle…but he had made it through and now stood on the somewhat-busy street; showered, dressed, and feeling human.

As his eyes took in the details around, he raised a hand and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a faint breeze carrying around the scent of coffee, food, and of the rain which had fallen earlier. In the sky, the clouds were pulling away to reveal peeks of blue, it was turning into a beautiful day.

And if he was right about Jackie’s schedule, she would be coming around the next corner to make his day better, right about now…

Nope.

That wasn’t her.

Worry pressed at his shoulders and tugged the corners of his lips down. The thought that maybe he wouldn’t even recognise Jackie like this whispered into the forefront of his mind. He knew her hair was dyed, but had never seen its colour (or rather, had never seen it in colour), which meant he had no idea what to keep an eye out for. He would just have to rely on other things about her that were obvious, such as her clothing style perhaps…

It was just as he was really starting to second-guess himself, that he caught sight of vibrant, purple hair as a woman emerged from around the corner. His eyes widened (and lit up) as he recognised Jackie. His ridiculous worries had been all for nought. There was no way he wouldn’t recognise her, colour or no.

Purple hair, huh? Purple was the colour of royalty, so it made complete sense to him that it was what she had, and what suited her so well. He couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

His gaze tracked her as she headed along the street, towards him (though it seemed she wasn’t exactly paying attention). Wow, what a delight this was. As she came closer, he noticed how there were a multitude of tones within her hair, and his hands begged to touch and learn each shade. So pretty…

Oh wow. She was so short, he noted while she drew nearer. So cute…

And he was getting distracted, wasn’t he.

Nervousness came in and set his heart at a quicker pace, he used the burst to start himself walking towards her. And…

He ‘accidentally’ bumped into her of course. With quick reflexes (aided by the fact this had been planned and mentally practised throughout the previous night), he caught her before she could tumble down. Her scent and the warmth of her presence washed over him as he held her (one hand on her arm, one on her waist). Oh, this was so strange, but wonderful. Their faces close together, but the colours so brilliant, with no feline features or fur in between them. He could hold her. Finally.

Instead of letting out the purr which wanted to rumble up through him, he grinned at her in a somewhat apologetic manner, and he slowly took his hands off her once she was steady.

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes leaving hers only to momentarily study her hair.

The temptation to touch it twitched at his fingers, but he restrained himself with a promise that one day (hopefully soon) he would be allowed to take such an action. It would be worth the wait.

He refocused on her eyes but took a step back from her, his earlier grin coming back as a teasing curve this time.

“You might wanna watch out, you almost fell for me at first sight~”

What a line. Did he really just say that? Yes, yes he did. And there was not a drop of shame in his body as he gave a wink and moved around her to keep walking. Leaving her already. Was all his effort worth it for a brief minute of close contact with her? Definitely. Of course, he wanted to stay around her, but this was all part of the plan to meet her properly another time…

// @bestiatexere

“Ouch.” Smack went the ringing sound that’d resonated through the poor unlucky street lamp, yet another ill-fated victim in the female’s unwitting warpath.

…okay, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration – by a lot – but still, the fact remained.

The pole was turning out not to be the only casualty of her day.

And gods, but to think she’d just woken up. “I’m so sorry.“ What’d felt like the 4th apology in the last hour, and to an inanimate object nonetheless. And oh, but she still has about enough sense ( despite the possibly forming concussion ) to her to recognize that the pole didn’t exactly seem very contrite, and yet the sigh that left full lips would make you think otherwise. She pats it softly in apology, a short incline of her head, before with yet another sigh; she continues on her way. Keeping her eyes a little more open now, of course, to try to prevent anymore particular incidents – and yet still, the mood remains.

Between having the bad luck of waking up late, stumbling upon a hornets nest as soon as she was out the door, and being chased off down the street by an old man with a cane who’d apparently deemed the entire sidewalk of an entire block to be his property, amongst other smaller inconveniences – Jackie was convinced she’d legitimately finally run herself fucking ragged.

And to think it was only two in the afternoon, too.

“I just shouldn’t have gotten out of bed today. Shouldn’t have gotten out. Should have stayed in bed with Kit.” Soft utterance beneath her breath as hands patted against fair cheeks in efforts to wake herself up a little more, lashes fluttering closed for just a moment - only for female to just as suddenly let out a small “Meep!” at the realization at having almost walked right into an open manhole.

Two inches away and she would have been a goner. A stinky, sludge stricken goner.

‘Maybe try not to kill yourself today, yes? Especially because if you do, you have no will to your name, and thus your house will be passed along to two fussy felines that will be taking complete command only to potentially turn it into a huge litter box. Also Kit will finally have the chance to turn all your lingerie into his personal scratching post.’

Snap. That was the sound of her consciousness fusing together again.

Well, that was one way to wake a girl up. “Sounds good.” She agrees blithely to absolutely no one at all, shaking her head as she scooted carefully around the opening, before just as quickly speed walking away from it as fast as possible.

Zoom, zoom, zoom – she’d needed caffeine in her, stat! Preferably before she got run over by a car. Such a feat wasn’t entirely beyond her current capabilities after all, now was it?

God, she’d certainly hoped not.

That would just be sad. Terribly, terribly sad.

And the thought alone prompts a grumble to issue forth as female finally turns the corner down the street, tossing her head about as though that alone would help ease off some of the haze that’d taken root inside her skull. She manages to clear it somewhat, but only just enough. Enough to keep her eyes peeled on the passing shop fronts at least, wandering gaze adamantly searching for anything that might’ve remotely resembled anything at all to do with the word ‘coffee’.

She’d barely managed to scan through for any semblance of the term before she’d once again smacked headfirst into what she’d prematurely deemed was yet another pole or postbox, and if it were anyone else – Jackie might have honest to god finally gone down screaming to the high heavens to seriously Fuck The Hell Off.

And in fact, she was just about to actually do it – before suddenly, the breath of sharp air she’d sucked in for such an attempt was just as abruptly stolen from her.

By – a man.

‘Oh my god.’

Not a lamp post. We repeat, this was not a lamp post.

‘Yeah,’ Oh boy. ‘Kinda got that part.’

Lamp posts tended not to have eyes as striking as his.

Caught within his grasp, it was hard not to notice them. A most particular shade of hazel, with an almost familiar feline like quality that shone brightly from beneath a tousled arrangement of dark golden brown curls, they were enough to make her feel most definitely warm – from far more than just the heat of the afternoon sun and the sensation of the strong arms that’d caught and held her up against an equally as toned chest. The man was so close, and so recognizable - in a way that was making her heart pound. Eyes intense, and a smile that’d made her weak. As overwhelmed as she was, it was all she could do to not go almost breathless in the aftermath of it.

Holy help her.

She wasn’t prepared for this. Not prepared for any of it.

But then was she ever really??

Though luckily, it soon appears as though she’d have never even needed to be. For before she can even get a single word out – with an admittedly rather dim thought still in the process of vaguely forming within her mind – the male’s already let her go; steadying her upon her feet, a soft apology already issued past his lips. The words are uttered with the tenor of a deep voice, a rumbling tone that’d seemed to wrap around her – that for all intents and purposes, she could swear almost inexplicitly resembled the vague inklings of that of a purr.

Oh god. She was just spending too much time with the cats now, wasn’t she?

It certainly felt that way. For why else would she so suddenly feel as though she didn’t know how to react to a human male?

Granted he was a very gorgeous human male – but still.

She wasn’t usually this caught off guard by ones presence, and yet his effect upon her was so obviously prominent, the female finding herself almost confused by the loss of contact; thoughts scrambled enough by mere presence that his following words take more than a moment to register – but when they finally do, accompanied by that wink, she almost can’t seem to prevent her most damnable blush.

“Wh – what – ?” The partial inklings of laughter, an attempt to speak, only for her voice to falter as brain races to play catch up. Instead, she remains blinking back at him as mahogany remained locked with that of hazel, bright flush still high upon rose tinted cheeks as he brushes past, leaving her alone to stand unaided and looking back at him – uncertain of what she could say to even refute such a coy statement.

Though should she have even bothered? Something inside told her she needn’t have worried.

It felt like there’d be more than enough time for that in the future.

#submission #bestiatexere #&& sunkissed skin and leopard prints; your sunshine is apollo’s touch and my home is within the whispers of your heart (chesh&jackie)#/ dbhsbadhsbahdhsba #/ does this work #/ does this work ?????#/ idk #/ kill me i'm looking at it and just #/ does it ???????#/ i cry dshbdhbshbdhsb #/ momo i so sorry #/ i tried my best #/ first meeting as humans and she couldn't #/ say a thing i just dhsabdhbsah #/ i cry i sorry i will make this up to you at their first first human meeting i promise gomen ily i sorry :((((

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aspen-arts · 6 years

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Price of Freedom Ch 20 END

And here we go. The final chapter for this fanfic.

I am a huge bag of mixed emotions right now. On the one hand, I am very happy that I have managed to finish up a fanfic, but on the other hand I am very sad that it is over. I had never thought the fanfic was going to become so popular over a short period of time. I actually thought it was just going to be like my other fanfics where I post it up, one or two people will like it and then I would lose interest. But it didn’t happen and now I’ve reached the end and have gained so many new friends because of this fanfic. ^^

And I just want to thank you all for reading this fanfic and supporting it. I would also like to thank @suspicious-spirit for being an inspiration to do something Ghostblossom related and for sharing the first chapters I have uploaded so everyone else can see it. Thank you so much, Spirit! I am really grateful for your support!

I would also like to thank everyone who drew fanart for the fic and those who sent many nice messages showing their love for the fic! All of this was what made me determined to continue on writing and not give up on the fanfic. I also want to thank everyone in the Ghostblossom Discord for all the encouragement, support and love! Thanks so much you guys!

It is sad that this will be the last chapter, but don’t worry! There will be more coming up relating to this fanfic and maybe even a potential sequel. Keep a sharp lookout! Anyway, here we go. The final chapter.

Once again, thank you all so much! Love you guys! <3

Ch 20

The sun rose over Inkwell Isle but some residents of the isle was in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the morning dawn. All over Inkwell Isle, the debtors to the Devil were silently waiting for the dreaded moment when the Devil will come to take their souls. Some were trying their best to keep their panic at bay to no avail, others were preparing for one last final attempt to fight, while others were merely still and silent.

Cagney fell in with the latter. He remained small and meek curled up near the roots of the tree and keeping his eyes on the meadow horizon, awaiting the sight of the devil rising from the horizon. He began to wonder what the Devil will do to him since he had nearly beaten one of his employees to death and defied him by stealing not one but two soul contracts. Cagney could only shudder at what awaited him in hell.

“Cagney?”

Cagney yelped and whirled around, lashing out at the voice who spoke. Psycarrot jumped back just in time as Cagney’s leaf hand nearly grazed him. Cagney blinked at Psycarrot and sighed in relief.

“Oh…it’s just you. Er, sorry about that, Psy. I’ve been on edge ever since…” He trailed off and looked back at the horizon but Psycarrot knew exactly what he meant.

“I don’t blame ya’.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Listen Cagney…that’s what I’m here for.”

“Huh?”

“Haven’t you heard the news?”

“What news?”

“About everyone who sold their soul to the Devil need to gather here in this meadow.”

“What for?”

“Don’t know…some big huge announcement from the Cup brothers.”

This made Cagney shiver with dread. The Cup brothers were working for the Devil and whatever the announcement was going to be just can’t be good.

“Is it mandatory?” Cagney asked.

“I’m not sure. Weepy says he’s not going. He’s afraid of what’s going to happen. Moe and I will stay with him and if they try to take us away, we’ll fight if we have to.”

“But…” Cagney stared at him, “you’ve barely gotten your strength back after that fight.”

Psycarrot shrugged. “It’s the only way to protect Weepy.”

“Hmm…” Cagney bit his bottom lip. “I don’t know…maybe I’ll go because…well what else is there for me here?”

Psycarrot nodded. “Well, I wish you the best of luck then…”

“Thanks…you too.” Cagney nodded back as Psycarrot turned and headed back to the vegetable garden.

Footsteps caused Cagney to turn his attention towards the borders of Inkwell Isle Two and he was astonished to see a large group heading towards him. Was the meeting going to take place here? As the crowd gathered around Cagney realized he was smack dab in the middle of the crowd.

Here it was then.

Oh Cohl, Cagney thought as more and more debtors came, what will happen to us next?

Meanwhile in Inkwell Isle Three, the Phantom Express was still in the same spot from yesterday. Due to the Head of the Train being beaten badly, they were unable to continue on. Specter had wandered over to the edge of a cliff that dropped down to the ocean and began to chuck rocks into the water, venting out his frustrations and fear.

“Get away from there, Specs.” T-bone called towards him. “You don’t want to accidentally hit someone or something and get us into deeper trouble.”

“I don’t care…” Specter snarled as he threw another rock. What he really cared about was what Cagney was doing at the moment. Had the Devil gotten to him already? If not, was he hiding somewhere or just waiting until the Devil would come to get his sharp claws in him?

Specter grabbed another rock from the ground and imagined the Devil standing before him, gloating and laughing about getting his contract. With a growl, Specter threw the rock which flew straight into the air before falling into the ocean. The ghost was about to look for more rocks when something caught his eyes.

A giant mermaid had broken through the surface of the water and was swimming away, heading towards the direction of Inkwell Isle One. An idea came to Specter and he jumped down from the edge of the cliff and glided over to the mermaid, ignoring T-bone’s calls for him to get back.

“Hey!” Specter called out. “You! Mermaid!”

The mermaid froze and turned around. Gliding in closer, Specter was able to get a good look at her. She had large aqua eyes, two scars across her left arm and her purple hair was actually a large purple octopus draped over her head.

“Hey!” Specter repeated himself. “Where are you going?”

“To Inkwell Isle One…” The mermaid answered as if it was obvious.

“I know, I know,” Specter waved a hand. “But…why?”

The mermaid looked down at the water with shame. “I…well, I made a stupid mistake that I couldn’t take back. The Devil…he convinced me to sell my soul to him, but I managed to escape. Well…I thought I was safe but—”

“Cup brothers managed to beat you?” Specter finished.

The mermaid nodded sadly.

“I know how you feel…” Specter sighed. “So you’re trying to get away from here before the Devil gets you?”

“No…” The mermaid shook her head. “Everyone who had sold their soul to the devil is summoned to go to Fleisher Fields for some sort of announcement.”

“Wait, what?!”

“That’s all I know though. I don’t know why we need to be there or what will happen to us. But…better to face your fate than hide like a coward.”

Specter didn’t reply as he was lost in thought. Finally he nodded. “Thank you…I appreciate the information. I guess I’ll be seeing you Ms…?”

“Cala.” The mermaid replied. “Cala Maria.” And with that she dove into the water and disappeared from view.

Specter immediately turned around and glided back towards T-bone and the Head of the Train.

“T-bone!” Specter cried out. “I received word! We have to get to Fleischer Fields immediately?’”

“Whatever for?” T-bone frowned.

“Everyone who had sold their soul to the Devil is required to go.” Specter explained. “Some sort of gathering…or something.”

The Head of the Train snorted. “Well, I’m not going. It’s obviously some sort of trap.”

“But even if we don’t go, they will still be able to find us,” T-bone pointed out.

“I’m not going,” The Head of the Train growled. “I refuse.”

Specter watched as both Head of Train and T-bone began to argue about whether to go or not. To go was no good, but not going was no good either. The ghost glared down at the ground as the bickering grew louder. He didn’t care what will happen to him if he went. All he cared about was a certain carnation flower that lived in the same area as the gathering place.

Finally he made his own decision.

Specter flew up into the sky and zoomed away from the Phantom Express, ignoring the calls from T-bone to get back. He had lost Cagney not once, but twice. No way will he lose him for the third time.

Cagney could hardly believe the number of debtors gathered around. He spotted several familiar faces among the crowd. Baroness Von Bon Bon, the princess of sweets that lived across from him in Inkwell Isle Two. The rat who had come upon him and Nathan when Nathan was going through one of his abusive fits. And much to Cagney’s surprise, Rumor Honeybottoms, his old boss that he hadn’t seen in years.

What happened to them that caused them to sell their own souls to the Devil?

Cagney raised himself a little bit and searched through the crowd. Did the Phantom Express come? Or were they afraid of coming? Cagney searched desperately through the crowd but every new face only resulted in disappointment when he saw it was not the familiar ghost he had grown to love.

He slowly sank low to the ground and uttered a sigh of sadness. Well maybe it was best that Specter wasn’t here. If this meeting was called by the Devil himself, perhaps the Phantom Express could have a chance to run and escape. But Cagney wished he could have said one final good bye to Specter.

Suddenly the nervous chattering died down and Cagney looked up. The two Cup brothers were running down a hill towards the crowd and the air immediately grew tense. Everyone watched as the brothers climbed up a large bandstand and stood facing the crowd. Cuphead took a deep breath.

“You are all free of the Devil’s debt!”

“And that fiend won’t bother us again!” Mugman added.

There was a moment of silence as the crowd stared at the Cup brothers.

“We fought against the Devil,” Cuphead went on, “and he admitted defeat!”

“Then we took all of your soul contracts and burned them in the fires of hell,” Mugman said, “now you will never have to fear losing your souls!”

The crowd began to murmur in astonishment. The murmurs grew louder and there were small chuckles which turned into laughter which turned into cheering and also sobs. The tension in the air transformed into one of relief and joy. All around Cagney, many of the debtors were hugging each other and crying tears of joy, others were slapping each other on the back and roaring with laughter.

Cagney smiled at the sight of everyone celebrating the defeat of the Devil. He too was extremely relieved that he was no longer in danger of being a slave to the Devil, but still part of him was…unhappy. Why was he unhappy during a celebration?

Then he felt someone tap his shoulder. The carnation turned around and froze with shock. A blue ghost with an eye socket floated in front of him and on the palms of his hands were yellow eyeballs that where shining with unshed tears. The ghost smiled.

“Hi Cagney…”

Cagney merely stood frozen before he lunged forward and wrapped his vine arms around the ghost, burrowing his face into the ghost’s chest and releasing tears and sobs of joy. Specter wrapped his arms around Cagney and nuzzled his face into the petals. He then placed his hands on the sides of Cagney’s face and gently lifted Cagney’s face so that the carnation was looking straight at him.

“The Devil has been defeated…you know what that means, right?”

Tears were still streaming from Cagney’s eyes but he smiled and nodded. Their souls were no longer in possession of the Devil nor were they trapped.

Both ghost and flower remained in each other’s embrace as a daylong celebration began, marking a newfound freedom for the flower, the ghost, and everyone in all of Inkwell Isle.

ONE YEAR LATER

It was just so peaceful; Cagney contemplated as he laid on a grassy forest incline and watched the clouds pass over the large treetops that shaded the forest floor. A few feet away from him a small waterfall gently poured water into a stream which led downward into a grove of trees. Yes, Tyrus Gardens was very beautiful and peaceful indeed. However there was just one thing missing.

A blue arm reached over and pulled him in closer. Cagney smiled. That was it.

Both carnation and ghost laid on the incline and stared up at the blue sky filled with clouds, enjoying the sensation of being close to one another and listening to the sounds of Tyrus Gardens.

So many things have happened ever since their contracts were destroyed by the cup brothers. The crew members of the Phantom Express were able to leave the train and wander wherever they want, allowing Specter to visit Cagney every single time they pass by Inkwell Isle One during his breaks. This happened in the spring and summer and at the beginning of fall Cagney would move into the Phantom Express and live there throughout the colder months.

The casino was still in operation but after a lot of negotiation it was decreed that betting with souls will no longer occur and the casino owners will face severe punishment if that ever occurred again. The Cup brothers would make sure of that. Despite the casino no longer taking souls, Cagney refused to enter it. There were just too many bad memories and even the sounds, sight and smell of the place caused him to go into a panic attack. Luckily Specter was there to help him any way possible and comfort him during these moments.

Cagney couldn’t help but think on how lucky he was to have found Specter. If he hadn’t met the blind ghost, his life would have been a lot darker filled with pain and fear. With Specter around he no longer felt that fear and every morning he would wake up excited about what the day will bring instead of dreading it.

A finger gently stroked his petal making him shiver in delight.

“What are you thinking about?” Specter asked.

Cagney smiled. “Oh, just thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you in my life.”

Specter chuckled. “Please…I’m the one who should be considered lucky. Lucky to have a gorgeous flower as my boyfriend…”

Cagney nuzzled in closer to the ghost and kissed him on the lips. “I love you, Specs.”

Specter smiled and kissed the flower back. “Love you too, Cag.”

Cagney settled his head on the ghost’s chest and closed his eyes, happiness flowing through him like a river.

After so long, they were finally free.

THE END

#ghostblossom #price of freedom #cagney carnation #blind specter #cuphead fanfic #cuphead #my writing

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kruppxreader · 7 years

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A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

Hope you enjoy!

“There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van

“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.

“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.

“Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”

The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.

The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.

Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.

“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”

He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.

You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.

The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.

“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.

You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain... Wait! How did you know my-....”

But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.

So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.

You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.

It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.

“PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.

“Oh...? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.

“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”

“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.

“Alrighty then! To... YOUR KITCHEN!!!”

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.

“Mmf-... Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.

“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.

“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.

The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.

Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”

Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.

“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”

“REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.

“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: .... Do you want to do something good for the world?”

“YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.

“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.

“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.

“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.

“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.

“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.

“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.

“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.

“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.

Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.

The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”

A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.

You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.

“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-... I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-.... Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.

“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”

You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.

The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”

And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.

Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.

“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”

You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”

#Writing this made me so happy Oh my goodness #This has probably been my favorite thing to write so far #thank you so much #captain underpants x reader #captain underpants #cu #jackie-sugarskull

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“Wizards” AU fic: Chapter Four

The morning sun rose with the early dawn and shone through the forest glen, slipping in through all the cracks and crevices, awaking the fairies from their peaceful slumber. High in a big old oak tree, tall and mighty, Princess Emilia was rising as well. She yawned softly and stretched, as a tiny little bell jingled, catching her attention. One fairy clad in red stepped into her bedchambers, followed another wearing a bright yellow daisy for a hat, who wheeled in a small cart of scrumptious, sweet smelling breakfast items fit for royalty. He bowed before the princess.

“Good morning, your highness!” he cheerfully greeted. “I trust that you slept well last night.”

“I slept very well, thank you.” Emilia answered with a smile. “I see that breakfast is ready, too!”

“Indeed, your highness!” the second fairy piped in, carrying the tray of food over to her bed and resting it in her lap. “Hope you enjoy!”

“Thank you!” she called as the two exited the room. Laying before her was her favorite breakfast-raspberry scones, crumpets, and a small cup of chamomile tea, steaming hot from the kettle. Once she had finished eating, she set off to take a warm bubble bath that another servant drew for her, and after she had cleaned up and dried herself off, two female fairies dressed in red helped her get dressed and ready for the day.

“Any big plans for today, princess?” one asked, gently brushing out Emilia’s brunette locks with a hairbrush made from little pine needles.

“Oh, I’m sure father will need my help assisting him in the preparations for the festival again. I think it’s coming together nicely! At least, I hope it is.”

“Don’t worry, dear,” the other reassured, setting the princess's’ golden tiara upon her head. “I’m sure things will run smoothly, just as they always do.”

Emilia gave a warm smile and thanked the two as she flew off, winding through the halls and out the tree, where she accidentally bumped into the king himself!

“Oh! Good morning, father!” she beamed, giving a proper curtsey. “S-sorry for running into you.”

“Good morning, Emilia. Just try to be more careful next time.” he chuckled slightly. “I was just on my way to find you myself. We have much to do today to prepare for the festival. Shall we go?”

“Yes, father.” she replied, taking his hand as they flew down to the center of the forest, where the rest of the fairies were already busy with the rest of the preparations. The seeds they had planted were already starting to sprout and grow, and the fruit was beginning to ripen. Surely and steadily, everything was coming together, but there was still more to be done. Often, the fairies would go to the royals if they needed help or directions with certain tasks, and they were more than happy to help them out. At that moment, two plump, naked, ginger-haired twin girls fluttered towards Emilia, who recognized them right away. “Princess Emilia! Princess Emilia!” they chorused excitedly.

“Good morning Greta, good morning Gerda.” she greeted politely. “How may I assist you today?”

“We were off in the bushes-” Greta started.

“-picking berries!” Gerda finished. “And we were wondering how many we need for making paint-”

“-and for baking pies!” Greta spoke up again.

“Well,” Emilia began, “I can come help you out if you’d like. Then we can figure out how many of each kind we’ll need.”

“Oh, thank you, your highness!” they giggled, flitting back to the berry bushes, with Emilia following close behind. Together, the three gathered the fruit in small baskets, sorting them into different groups. As they were working, Emilia suddenly noticed Sean in the distance, conversing with some other fairies. She stopped what she was doing for a moment, and just stared at him. “What are you doing, your highness?” Greta asked, as she and her sister stopped their picking as well to see what the princess was up to.

“O-oh, nothing, really-sorry for getting distracted…” she apologized, slightly embarrassed.

“You were looking at Prince Sean, weren’t you?” Gerda grinned.

“Y-yeah, but he’s just my friend. He’s a nice guy, that’s all.” Emilia responded, trying to divert her attention back to her work. But the twins wouldn’t give up so easily. They could tell she was hiding something from them, and they were anxious to get it out of her.

“Do you like him?” chimed Greta.

“Do you like like him?” Gerda giggled once more.

“What do you like about him?” they echoed. Emilia started to blush brightly, her eyes darting back and forth between the twins and Sean. “Look, can’t we just get back to picking berries?” she sputtered.

“Oh, please, please tell us!” they begged in unison. The princess let out a sigh and shook her head. “Well, if you must know…” she started to say, “he’s awfully sweet and polite, but he’s usually shy...and to be honest, I kind of find that cute-especially when he’s blushing…” she giggled softly. “And his eyes...I’ve never seen such blue eyes before…”

The girls squealed in excitement after she finished speaking. “I knew it, you do like like him!” Gerda laughed with glee.

“What? No, I-I never said that…” the princess stammered.

“You should go talk to him!” Greta smirked.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes! I’ll go get him!” Gerda announced, zooming off with her sister to find Sean.

“Gerda, no! Please!” Emilia cried out. She flew over as quick as she could to try and stop them, but it was too late. The twins were taking a very flustered and surprised Sean by the hand and escorting him over to her. “Princess Emilia wants to tell you something, your highness!” Gerda exclaimed. Soon, the two were face to face with one another. Not knowing exactly what to say, they both remained silent for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Finally, Sean cleared his throat and spoke up.

“H-hello, your highness.” he started, attempting to bow gracefully, as Emilia managed a wobbly curtsey. “W-was there something you wanted to tell me?”

For a split second, Emilia’s brain froze. She couldn’t speak properly, and her heart was pounding so hard, she was sure Sean could hear it. Then, she awkwardly blurted out, “Uh, a-are you doing anything this evening?” After she realized what she said, she put a hand to her mouth. How could she have said something like that? What was she thinking? She could feel the blood in her face rushing into her cheeks.

“To be honest, I really don’t know.” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t think I’ll be too busy tonight, hopefully. Were you thinking of getting together?”

“Y-yes!” the princess stuttered. “W-would you like to meet me for tea tonight?”

“Yes, I’d like to!” Sean smiled. “I’ll just have to ask my mother first. T-thank you for inviting me.”

“My pleasure…” she acknowledged, blushing brightly.

“See you then.” With that, the prince waved goodbye, Emilia doing the same as she watched him leave. Although her feet were on the ground, she felt as though she was floating. Her wings fluttered rapidly as she closed her eyes and grinned from ear to ear.

To say she was looking forward to that night was an understatement.

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