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miss-bluerose · 4 months

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TDI23 Season 2 ep 5 and 6 thoughts and theories. Spoilers ahead.

*I have seen the character spoilers for eps 8-10 but I'll only mention the challenges in this post.*

Ep 5: Running around an ice berg doing either an obstacle course or a maze to collect keys that will open a safe to retrieve a coin and bring it back to the island. This challenge was alright and the angry baby seals were funny. And the Yeti showed up again but didn't do much.

Ep 6: Partner up with someone, grab a canoe, get it to the water, then joust against your partner with a dueling stick to win and advance in the bracket. This is the third reference to Squid Game and I'm a little disappointed with some of the duo's tbh. I would have loved to see Raj vs Wayne and Julia vs MK but at least there was Axel vs Ripper. The final part with the horses on water skis was wack but at least they didn't get hurt.

*Ep 7: cake baking and a special guest judge

*Ep 8: human pinball

*Ep 9: tearing apart large objects

*Ep 10: memory game

*Ep 11: hunted by attack dogs and a pug

*Ep 12: fishhook challenge involving their worst fears

*Ep 13: final episode of the season

Merging the teams with 11 people left is crazy to me but I guess Chris just wanted to make MK suffer right away after she stole his hairdryer. There is also an immunity idol hidden somewhere and I hope Zee finds it, I'm still rooting for him to win! 💪

Chris:

I enjoyed him suffering through a bad hair day and loved how Chef kept giving him funny styles. So he did know about the cheating but didn't do anything about it until MK crossed him personally which doesn't shock me at all tbh. I'm glad he made her suffer though but Julia still needs to get her own dose of karma too. 🙏

Chef:

Owned a hair salon in the 80s and it shows lol. I laughed at his medieval outfit and his small moment in the confessional.

Eliminated contestants:

16th: Lauren/Scary Girl - still no sightings but ep 12 is going to involve the contestants worst fears so maybe she'll show up then? 🤞

15th: Chase

14th: Millie

13th: Emma

12th: Nichelle - She did pretty well in the challenge and I loved her sass towards Julia at the beginning but then she gets hired for a movie trilogy and quits the show just like that??? I feel bad for her since the contract is fake but she did save Zee from probably being eliminated but damn, what a way to end a character arc if there isn't a season 3. Hopefully she'll get taken back by Hollywood anyway now that she's a badass.

11th: Bowie - He let the girls + Ripper cheat in the ice challenge but put his foot down when they went too far in front of Raj and Wayne which was great to see. He didn't have too much angst with his boyfriend and they are staying together. His elimination was complete crap and no one can convince me that the Rat Faces dislike him more than Julia or MK.

Merge

Priya:

I still don't like her crush on Caleb and now that the teams are merged it's only going to get more annoying I fear. Her kissing her pillow was weird and telling her secret to Zee was a bad move. They both have controlling/strict parents and are starting to bond more than they were before but drama is likely on the horizon.

Caleb:

He really is as dense as plywood. Of course he's started to develop feelings for Priya right after he told Zee that he's only spending time with her to make an alliance with her. 🙄 The drama is coming, I can smell it.

Damien:

I laughed at him sassing Chris about being a bad person. He picked up on Priya's and Caleb's closeness, plays DND and he won the jousting challenge somehow, good for him! Ep 12 is the fear challenge so I can see him sticking around to face off against Lauren which would be really great to see. 👀

Axel:

She's just making out with Ripper a lot and not much else, super disappointing to see. 😔

Zee:

He found out about Priya's crush but is terrible at keeping secrets. I thought it was funny how the soda cans kept multiplying every time he was in the confessional. Pee isn't strong enough to melt that much snow/ice at once. He barely avoided elimination thanks to Nichelle quitting but I'm really worried about him. He thinks that Caleb just wants an alliance with Priya and doesn't know that he's started developing feelings for her which will most definitely lead to him spilling the beans and possibly being targeted for elimination. I really hope he finds the immunity idol to stay in the game longer or wins immunity when he needs to. I'm not ready for him to go home yet! I also want to know what he was going to ask Priya when he walked in on her kissing her pillow. 👀👀👀

Raj:

It was great to see him angry about his team cheating again but I'm glad that he didn't break up with Bowie. I hope he gets back at Julia for getting him eliminated somehow.

Wayne:

He was angry about the cheating too but it came off as more comical than Raj's anger. Him looking in two different directions freaked me out and apparently he has a really thick skull that got him included in a medical journal. I laughed at him annoying Julia and I hope he helps Raj get back at her.

Julia:

She is an absolute savage and has no qualms about being as underhanded as she needs to as long as she gets what she wants. She also has mile-thick plot armor to not get eliminated in the first episode of the merge. I'm beginning to think that she'll be the one to betray MK first before the reverse can happen. I can't wait for her to get what's coming to her.

MK:

Cheating has consequences, especially when you screw over Chris. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her suffer for everything that she's done but she didn't get eliminated which means that there could be more karma to come her way.

Ripper:

He's just making out with Axel a lot and is apparently fine with cheating in challenges. Not sure when he'll get eliminated but hopefully soon. I think he's the pain magnet for the season.

Each week I get more stressed out about what will happen next and I think that is a pretty impressive feat for a cartoon show meant for a younger audience or I'm just weird like that. 🤪 Excited for tomorrow, thanks for reading!

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scrip-doodles · 1 year

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Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 3

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Hi! Finally, the third chapter of Nightmare and his baby gang is out on Tumblr!

Killer sneaked away from the big and heavy blanket to sit down on the bed. The others joined him pretty quickly except for Horror who found it warm under this fluffy prison. This was weird really weird, Mister's comportment was unusual why did he ask those questions? If something was not like before like he said it was him. He was acting strange since they came back from…from what…? He couldn’t remember what they were doing this afternoon or the days before now that he thought about it! Did he hit his head? Was that why Mister was acting so differently?

“Hey Cross, do you remember what we were doing this afternoon? Or the other days before that?” Asked Killer looking a little lost.

He was the first that Mister took here, yeah he didn’t remember it exactly but he was little so it made sense that he forgot. Crossy said little kids could forget what happened to them if they were really young during the action.

“ Well yeah we were…uh we were…”

“So you don’t know either?”

Killer started to feel uneasy now, so there was something wrong after all. His soul flinched, taking the form of a heart for a second before turning back to normal. He didn’t like it. Mister wouldn’t hurt them, well at least he thought so.

Cross seemed anxious about it too, even if he was the oldest he was the last to come here with them. None of them know why they’ve been brought here, Mister saved them without asking them anything. Dust used to say that he must have been lonely in that big house on his own.

“ But why is it a problem if Mister takes care of us? I don’t care about before, Miter take care of us now !” Said Horror, his pillow against his chest.

Killer and Cross looked at him unsure of what to say. It kinda made sense, they were safe here so why worry about a few memories? It wasn’t like this place was worse than their last “home” especially if Mister was nicer.

“He even patted me! Mister never did that before!” Happily claimed Horror.

While Dust was nodding as he agreed with Horror, Killer and Cross looked at each other. They were all surprised by the affection that Mister showed earlier and even if Horror couldn’t have been happier they found it weird. It wasn’t like Mister to show love, not that it was a bad thing just rare….

“Well, I guess you’re right… Besides it’s not like we were in danger here” Finally said Cross while Killer shrugged as usual when they were making a decision.”Now come on we need to sleep. If Mister comes back and sees that we’re not asleep we could be in trouble.”

And with that, they all curled into the huge bed, under the fluffy blanket before they said good night to each other.

On his side Nightmare was in his office, making a list of the things that his gang could be needing. This was more complicated than he expected, he needed to throw all the weapons away but also lock some rooms and the dungeon. Clothes were a must but he should get some toys or things to get them busy. He didn’t really want wandering children everywhere in the mansion. Perhaps children's books could be nice too, they would be way quieter than other toys. Of course, they would need new furniture now, they were plenty of rooms in the mansion so he could give each of them a new room but it would be better if they were all in the same bedroom.

The guardian sighed when he sensed that the kids were finally asleep, look like he could go now. Hopping that no one would come to disturb him or fight him the king of negativity opened a black portal. He tried to lower his negative energy, perhaps his brother and his friends won’t notice him if he did that.

He chose a small universe and a copy so that stupid squid wouldn’t be too watchful about it. A Ink alone could be manageable alone but not the stars sanses. So here he was, in a copy of little tale, a pacific one. No one was left in the underground, they all reached the surface leaving a lot of stuff behind even in the stores, all he had to do was to take the items he needed.

He had all night to bring everything to the mansion and set a new room for the gang, a piece of cake for him since he didn’t need as much sleep as the other. He started gathering furniture first after all they can’t keep using his bed, he’ll have to sleep eventually. He entered the first furniture shop he found in Hotland and opened a portal under two little bunk beds, a shelf, and two chests of drawers. He took the sheets for the beds and left the shop to go for another one. He had time but didn’t really like leaving them alone in his house. They didn’t need to be kids to cause trouble and break things.

He took clothes without really looking and took a little of everything since he didn’t know their size. For the books and toys, it was longer. He needed to find something they could like if he wanted some calm and peace. Kids liked plushies right? He remembered that Dream loved when the villagers gave him stuffed animals. He took four, Killer and Cross seemed a little older for that but what did he know about kids?

About twenty minutes later he had a bag full of clothes, toys, books, and other kinds of stuff like small light and drawing material. He even found a knife toy for Killer.

“Alright with that they should be busy”, was he thinking when he was going home with all his new stuff.

When he made his portal he couldn’t help feeling being watched. He didn’t sense anybody's emotions or energy but he didn’t like that. He looked one last time around him before going into the portal but there was nothing so he just left. The unpleasant feeling left as soon as Nightmare got home but the guardian was still on his guard. He was being careful in Little tale but maybe not enough if someone followed him when he was there. It was probably an out-code since all the people of Little tale were gone to the surface.

With a sigh, the king of negativity took all his new stuff to the new room of his gang where he already teleport the beds and other furniture with his portals. This out-code who spied on him couldn't come here so it would be okay for now, he’ll deal with that matter later. For now, he had other kin of things to do like setting up this new room and maybe sleeping a little if he could.

#nightmare and his baby gang #NIGHTMARE Gang #undertale #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 undertale #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #tumblr fanfic #baby gang #Dreamtale

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squiddokiddo · 10 months

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Greetings! If you’d like to and I’m not bothering you- the Random Character Asks for Gordon?

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

37. What they really think about themselves

42. 3 comfort items

---AstraNite

Hey, thanks for asking and don't worry, you're definitely not bothering me.💛💛

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Character asks: Gordon Tracy edition

32 ･Something guaranteed to make them laugh.

Literally other people laughing, I think Gordon gets most of his joy just seeing others being happy and having fun.

That and silly animal videos.

37 ･What they really think about themselves.

Over the years I've seen a few of people writing Gordon as a self centered, thinks he's funny, never takes anything serious kinda guy and I just don't see it.

I don't think he really respected himself much pre IR and his hydrofoil accident gave him a bit of wake up call which kick started him into doing more self care while recovering physically and mentally which helped boost his confidence in himself.

I think in current day, Gordon's opinion of himself is really neutral much like his brothers, he doesn't hate himself nor think he's the greatest human to have graced the earth. He sees his job with IR as something that anyone would do if they could, saving lives is just doing the right thing in his eyes.

He acknowledges that he has done amazing things and has qualities to be proud of but he never considers himself better than anyone else. He's confident in his abilities and skills while knowing that there's always more to learn every day.

He likes to talk himself up as a joke but it's pretty obvious he's just messing around, he doesn't like self deprecating humour (whether it's him making jokes about himself or someone else putting themselves down) and he dislikes others putting him on a pedestal just as much as he hates people treating him like dirt.

He just sees himself as Gordon.

42 ･3 Comfort items.

Ok so it's pretty much fanon that Gordon has a plush squid that he got as a child that the fandom dubbed Squiddy if I remember correctly (shows you how long ago I was lurking here lol)

So yeah he has his favourite plush squid that he took with him everywhere as a kiddo and has had plenty of wear and tear and stitches over the years. He sits on his bed, pride of place in amongst his pillows and other stuffed animals. You'll often find him snuggling up with him when he's feeling down or sick or hurt.

You may only hold the squid if you're close friends or family, no one else is allowed to touch him.

If I'm being honest I'm not really sure about other comfort items he'd have apart from maybe a mountain of plush sea creatures and fluffy blankets, I think a lot of his comfort comes from family and being in their presence which is pretty much that same for all of the Tracy boys.

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Again I hope I didn't ramble too much in my answers lol. (;^∇^)

Ask game

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #gordon tracy #character ask game #squiddo's inbox #squiddokiddo answers #astranite

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jasmineway · 5 months

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Addison // 11-24-2023

Well, we did it, we managed to snag a reservation at the nearly impossible to get into newly-minted 3rd-star restaurant in Southern California (the only 3* in SoCal, may we add). Unfortunately for me, this reservation (on a holiday weekend!) happened to overlap with some dental shenanigans, but fortunately for everyone, the team here is so outstanding in their commitment to inclusivity that they managed to put out a meal I could mostly enjoy anyway (with slight modifications).

Setting:

Set near the golf course at the Fairmont Grand Del Mar, you could be forgiven for mistaking the burnt orange exterior for the entrance to a spa or club lounge. That mistake would be quickly remedied at the site of the large wrought-iron door ornamentation, but the inspiration here is far from the quaint cottage of TFL or subtle doorway of Alinea. We passed the time pre-dinner putting on the green, working in a handsome library, and meeting Santa in the surrounding resort. The resort overall is fantastic, the restaurant a little McMansion looking on the outside but handsomely adorned. 8/10.

Service:

As I said, truly spectacular. Dishes were delivered in synchrony, doors were opened exactly on time, but there was a far more relaxed air compared to other places of this caliber that put diners at ease. Our sommelier and head server matched our energy and joked throughout our entire service, with a seamless transition to more formal tones at our adjacent tables. They didn't just go above and beyond accommodating my jaw pain (a huge issue! I could barely do jello!) but also in making us feel welcome and at home at an otherwise precariously nice dinner. Requests were met, service was precise, but never once did we feel under a microscope or fussed over in a bad way. 10/10, this is what fine dining should feel like.

Beverage Service:

Our sommelier and hosts both were very accommodating to our minimal drinking palette, but still paired us with a 99-point champagne that was, unsurprisingly, the best I have every enjoyed personally.

The birthday boy was very excited, his expression nonwithstanding.

Amuse Bouche: "Delivery"

"Oysters, Horseradish, Smoked Roe, Green Apple"

This was a masterclass in flavor. I have had oysters prepared many different ways, in infinite shades of "yep, that's the ocean." This was the first time I've had anything in the mussel, clam or oyster family that tasted spectacular; like a salad that actually clicked right. 10/10

Preludes:

Prelude 1: Sake Cured Kampachi - Nigiri

I wish I had a better photo of this, because the best way to describe this was "leaf-type Pokemon meets leaf-type Poke." Just a perfect semi-sphere of raw fish and fresh vegetables.

Prelude 2: "Chicken Liver Churro, Bitter Chocolate"

Prelude 3: "Sage Hill Ranch Garden Greens"

Chicken liver churro was a confusing choice, the textures were good but the ooze of the pate when taking a bite gave me pause. This dip was saved by the deep fried vegetable-laden pillow, featuring vegetables grown from a single origin local garden because of course, why not?

Prelude 4: "Wagyu Tartar, Squid Ink Cracker, Miso Mayo"

I'm not one for uncooked food, but chef Bradley knew how to prep them. This tartare had the perfect texture, and I did not get the classic 'sneaking into the cookie dough' ick factor with the meat's cold texture. Light and fluffy wafer. 8/10.

Prelude 5: "Iberian Ham, Crispy Potato, White Truffles"

Sadly I missed out on some of this fifth appetizer due to the ham, but wow was that texture amazing.

Main Tasting Menu:

Course 1: Kanpachi Sashimi, Preserved Pear, Golden Kiwi, Pichuberry Ponzu

This was hard-mode chopsticks challenge, and I was ready for the test after two weeks in Japan. I have never had better sashimi. 10/10.

Course 2: Shellfish Chawanmushi, Broccoli, Bok Choy, Celtuce

Most of my friends are aware of my disdain for uni. My philosophy is, "if you have to pulverize a food to make it completely unrecognizable for me to like it, I probably do not like it." This uni was prepared such that it was the star of the show but it WAS delicious. Perfectly cooked. No weird tongue texture. Amazing. 7/10 (mainly because I still really do not care for Uni)

Course 3: Regilis Ova Reserve Caviar, Koshihikari Rice, Smoked Sabayon

Okay, I understand why our server said "eggs and rice" is chef's most famous dish. This was unparalleled. This was divine. The caviar is from Thomas Keller's company (there was a letter from him on the kitchen wall, mind you). The rice had a toasted sesame undertone. These were the Dippin' Dots of caviar courses, with both the eggs and rice in perfect spheres. 10/10.

Course 4: Fish & Chips, Toasted Dill, Burnt Onion Dip

I tried this, I shouldn't have, since this and the bread were the only courses too firm for me. Flavor of the dip was tasty, but not special. 5/10.

Course 5: Splendid Alfonsino, Flavors of Fall, Clam Butter

I don't know what they did to this fish skin but I could eat ten more plates of this course alone. The fish flavor was good, the seasoning was the elevating factor. 8/10.

Course 6: Sourdough Bread, Goat's Milk, Browned Honey Butter

I love red fife sourdough. I had jaw issues. I did not get to enjoy the crush of this bread, but the inside was perfect.

Course 7: Rosemary Roasted Sweetbreads, Pine Nut "Riso," Little Gem

I am not sure if I or my friend got the replacement dish for this one, but whatever it was was really tasty, with breaded chicken served on the side. Everything was cohesive but overall not as memorable as other courses, 7/10.

Course 8: A5 Wagyu, Miso-Eggplant, Matsutake Broth, Black Garlic

Chef Bradley clearly has a talent for pulling together spectacular flavors, and cooking meats (mostly seafoods) in a creative and fresh light. Unfortunately, this wagyu (a $250+ supplement!) was not it. It was dry, it was not served hot (warm), and it was tough with poor marbling. I'm going to hazard to say the cut was bad rather than the kitchen did not prepare it well, but honestly I've had 5oz cuts in similar caliber restaurants for far cheaper than this supplement with five times the flavor. This was the only miss of the whole night and not part of the main menu, so the menu can still be judged on its merits as outstanding. Unfortunately, for this course, 1-2/10.

Course 9: Yuzu Custard, Mint, Ceremonial Matcha

This palette cleanser was light, flavorful, the perfect intro to sweet, and made with gorgeous ceremonial-grade matcha (which I now vaguely can differentiate after dozens of matchas in Japan). This is the Speak Now album of tasting menus - the perfect transition between Mains (country) and Desserts (pop). 9/10.

Desserts:

Everything we were served was good, rich, and seasonal. Was it as diverse as some other dessert menus we've had? No. Was it still a series of hit after hit? Yes. Everything was very elevated, but felt casually delivered (in a good way) and focused, mimicking the elegant-but-relaxed feel of the whole dinner.

Dessert 1: Cocoa Crunch, Mezcal, Passion Fruit, Toasted Fluff

It's chocolate mousse, with chocolate accoutrements. It was good. It is mousse. You all know my thoughts on mousse. No numbers, just 'good!'

Dessert 2: Berry-Beet Tartlette, Verjus, Vanilla

Oh my god the TEXTURE. Amazing. Delightful! You expect 'maraschino cherry' and get 'gelatinous galaxy cake and floral salad medley'

Dessert 3: Bitter Chocolate Wafer, Pistachio, Sour Cherry Jam

Oh yay, more mousse. Tasty, light. But mousse.

Dessert 4: Caramelized Honey Bonbon, Almonds, Ginger, Rosemary

I couldn't eat fast enough to bite into this at the perfect moment, but the flavors and textures were clearly the peak of this dessert course. Think of a frozen cream puff left to thaw, except made out of spectacular ingredients, infused with notes of lavender and rose water (these are not in it but these are the notes I tasted). Wow, 9/10.

Dessert 5: Tres Leches, White Truffle

It's crunchy, it has truffle, therefore it was less accessible to me than other choices tonight. That being said, Tony gave it a 10/10, so it has the foodie badge of approval.

Final Thoughts:

This dinner was divine. I feel proud to be a Southern Californian able to experience such an amazing achievement in my own backyard, and share sincere congrats to Chef Bradley and team for their (long-overdue, based on friends' reports) third star. If you want pretention in fine dining, this is not for you. It is not an instagram name-drop, there are not iconic indoor backdrops to peep, the name recognition isn't there with TFL and Alinea - yet. But if you want a spectacular meal, delivered by earnest people, who have a love and passion for the local and international landscape and want to deliver it to you? Yes, come here. Overall thoughts, 9/10, but as with all things that is subjective. I loved my experience, I would return for the people alone (just maybe not the wagyu). It took me months to land this one, and it was very well worth it.

Happy Birthday again to my foodie partner in crime, Tony!

#jasmineway #finedining #sandiego #Addison #michelinstar

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deadeyemarkxman · 6 years

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#//I have too much Splatoon merch (both fan made and official) and I keep getting *more*#//someone save me pls #//I bought another squid pillow and two comics #;Inner Demons☽OOC

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mrsalwayswrite · 2 years

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A Girl Has Needs (Ragnarssons x reader)

So I’ve been sick the past two weeks and when my muse decided to return, this is what she wanted me to write. Honestly, this is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever written, but it made me laugh, so....

This is kind of a sequel to Singing In The Shower but can also be read as a solo one-shot.

Also, the Ragnarssons are just the sons of Aslaug. No Bjorn.

Warnings: swearing, implied something at the end (i’ll let you decide), the brothers being ridiculous, Ivar and Sigurd constantly insulting one another, the brothers are flirts, reader is oblivious, a jerk somewhere in the middle

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"It's too hot out."

Hvitserk ran a hand over his braids. "Ivar, I swear if you complain one more time about the heat or the sun, we're leaving your ass home next time we come out."

"He could be a damn vampire for how often he never goes outside. Always playing video games or watching porn." Sigurd said, spinning the plastic spoon between his fingers like a drum stick.

"That's a fucking lie, you half-brained fuckwad." Ivar glared across the wooden picnic table.

You speak up before the two youngest Lothbroks could start clawing at each other's throats. "Ivar and I play board games sometimes or read together or watch movies….so not just video games." You choose not to reference the other activity Sigurd mentioned.

"See! At least someone likes me." Ivar laid his head on your shoulder, the tops of his braids tickling your neck.

Sigurd snorted and looked further down the boardwalk, watching the many people out in the summer sun.

"Alright, enough you two. We're supposed to be out having fun and enjoying summer." Ubbe said, always the peace-maker.

You finished off the last from your ice cream cup, licking the spoon clean. By this point you were used to the dynamics of the Lothbrok brothers, even if sometimes it gave you whiplash.

You had been roommates with Ubbe and Hvitserk for almost a year and a half now, something you had initially been hesitant for but now could not imagine life without these boys. Ivar was over more often than not, either crashing on the couch or in one of the various bedrooms. More than once, you had come home from work to find Ivar sleeping in your bed, hoarding all your pillows like some kind of territorial cat. Sigurd lived with some friends but had recently begun to drop by more often than just the usual Sunday brother time. Which you definitely appreciated because he was the only one who did not make fun of you for your arachnophobia. So whenever he would come over and there was an issue you needed to be saved from, he would just smile and grab a paper towel, becoming your white knight.

Ubbe was your late-night talking buddy, both of you venting about your days or whatever drama your families were trying to drag you into. Somehow over time, you both had created a routine that on Saturday mornings you would get up early together and clean your apartment, listening to music and getting things set up for the rest of the weekend so you could both relax. Hvitserk loved dragging you around town to do various fun things or try new restaurants. If you both were exhausted, he was also your junk food connoisseur and Food Network binging-buddy. If you both liked to quote Gordon Ramsay in terrible British accents to one another, no one needed to know. Besides your neighbors who called the cops one night when they heard Hvitserk yell at you that your squid was so raw he could hear it telling SpongeBob to go fuck itself. But that is beside the point.

When you moved in, you had just hoped to get along with the brothers. Now, the four brothers had become your best friends and you loved them all. Each one of them seemed to fill up a space in your heart that you had not known was empty until they entered your life. Over time, you had to strongly execute any kind of crush you had for them. They were your roommates and friends, it could never be more than that. Even if they were all so handsome but….you did mentally question their sanity sometimes.

"Hey, two o'clock." Hvitserk whispered from his spot on your right.

The four guys looked in the direction, past the boardwalk and along the narrow strip of beach. You peeked through the people walking by, then rolled your eyes at the woman Hvitserk was most likely referring to. A hum of appreciation left Ubbe and Sigurd let out a low whistle. The five of you were supposed to be out getting ice cream from a local favorite shop as a special treat for surviving the Lothbrok summer party that the boys dragged you too. To say the least exciting thing to happen was a screaming match between Aslaug and Ragnar, meanwhile Floki "accidently" set a religious painting on fire that Athelstan had given Ragnar….so yeah, the five of you deserved ice cream and plenty of beer when you got back to the apartment. Of course, this did not stop the boys from ogling.

"Right? Look at those legs." Hvitserk murmured.

"Eh. Y/n here could pull that bathing suit off way better." Ubbe said, turning back around and giving you a wink.

You flushed under his praise, but still wrinkled your rose at him, hoping to hide your reaction.

Hvitserk smirked, those green eyes twinkling mischievously from his spot on your right. "Yeah. I still liked that bathing suit from last month. The white one. Damn, your ass looked great."

"Oh my gods, stop." You shook your head at their teasing, your face heating up with embarrassment.

Ivar looked around you to his brother on your other side, gaze narrowed and blue eyes hard. "The fuck you talking about? Did you see her in that silky black dress at mother's party? Holy fuck, I thought--"

"And I'm out." You interrupted as you climbed out of your seat between Ivar and Hvitserk, gathering up their paper cups and spoons. "I'm going to throw away the trash."

"Y/n….did we embarrass you?" Hvitserk chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and most likely pull you back onto the bench seat.

You smacked his grabby hands away. "Nope. Just want to clean up our area. Common courtesy and all because we know you heathens won't."

Bless him, Ubbe was trying to hide his amusement by covering his mouth with his hand, but his grin was still evident and his blue eyes twinkled. "We'll stop….I promise, y/n."

"I won't." Ivar stated with a casual shrug. "I can't decide if I liked that black dress more or less than that sexy Black Widow costume you wore for Halloween."

"Oh damn, she did look sexy as hell in that costume! How did I forget that one?" Sigurd exclaimed.

"Okay, bye." You rushed away, feeling as if you were about to spontaneously combust into flames. From behind you came the sounds of the brothers' laughter and a few calls of your name but thankfully no one actually followed you.

At this point, you should be used to the brothers complimenting and teasing you. They had never felt the need to dilute their compliments before, a few times using far more candor than you ever wanted to know. It was sweet but at the same time made you feel self-conscious. All four of the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and you had a front row seat to the many women that flocked around them, either due to their last name or their looks. Meanwhile you were just….you. Not ugly but not beautiful. Just you.

Over the past few months, you noticed how those compliments came your way more frequently- a quick comment on your hair or clothing, a dazzling statement about your smile or eyes. It was very sweet. You could not help but wonder if they made some kind of pact behind your back about boosting your self-esteem. Something that was not their job to do but gods, did you appreciate their efforts.

Something else you noticed over the past few months was how all the brothers had become more….tactile towards you.

Ever since the incident where you found them standing around the bathroom as you sang in the shower, and holy hell was that ever awkward and please don't ever let that happen again, and you confessed about how those in your life prior only tore you down. Something between the five of you had shifted. There was not a single moment you could look back on and point it out that it clicked but over time you just happened to notice. The brothers, especially Sigurd, made a point to turn up the music as often as possible and have you sing along. Sometimes on days you could tell Ivar's pain was bad, he would quietly ask you to play with his hair and sing to him. So, you would.

More than that, it was the more frequent and lingering hugs, the quick touches on your arms, hips or shoulders as they passed you, how one of them would drag you against them to cuddle whenever something was on the TV. None of it ever made you feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, you had to decapitate a few butterflies that dared to fly around in your belly. You just figured that you had reached a new level of friendship with the brothers, because honestly who else did they have to be as touchy-feely towards? None of them had girlfriends at the moment….or for the past couple of months....but that was none of your business. You were just happy to have them in your life. Even if they embarrassed you often.

Moving around a couple pushing an expensive-looking stroller, you tossed the trash away in the garbage bin. Absent-mindedly, you wiped your hands on your shorts, then stopped and glanced down to make sure you had not just stained them. Breathing out a sigh of relief, because chocolate stain crisis averted, you started back towards the table where the brothers seemed to be arguing over something already, when a voice from nearby stopped you.

"Hey, pretty lady."

You stumble, barely catching yourself as you turn around. Surprise flooded you when you see the attractive, shirtless man actually staring at you with a smile on his face. Wow, someone spent way too long shaping that jawline when they were creating him. This seemed like something from a fantasy more than real life. You were almost tempted to pinch yourself to make sure you were awake. "Um, I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Yeah. You here alone?"

"Um, no…." You gestured vaguely in the direction of the Lothbrok brothers, watching as his gaze shifted to the brothers and assessed them before returning back to you.

Crossing his arms over his chest and making his muscles bulge….which is only slightly distracting….he smirked. "I see. But you clearly ain't with any of them."

"What's that mean?" You tilted your head to the side, confused. You arrived with them, did he not think you were friends with the guys?

"I've seen you sitting with them, but you don't act like any of them are your boyfriend. 'Sides, look at you." He eyed you up and down. "I mean you don't seem…."

Huh?

Ohhhhh….

You straightened, placing your hands on your hips. "What are you trying to say?"

"No offense but they seem outta your league, y'know?"

And if that did not feel like a bucket of ice water thrown on you. Whatever prior thoughts you had about the still attractive guy flew out the window. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, girl. I mean, you're pretty but you don't seem their type. It looks like you're clearly friends though."

Was the guy really this dumb? At first you thought he was hitting on you but it seemed to be coming out more as an insult....and he was just standing there smiling at you like you should be thanking him or something for his attention!

"Wow." You shook your head, done with this conversation and done with him but you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before you left. Petty, maybe?

"Well, you are right in a sense. I don't act like boyfriend and girlfriend with any of them because technically they aren't."

He grinned smugly like he was about to win some kind of prize.

"They are my harem."

His eyes widened to comical proportions and his mouth dropped open as he gaped at you unbelieving.

You wiped your hands off on your shorts again as you continued talking. "So yeah, it would be weird to act like only boyfriend and girlfriend with one of them when they are all my boyfriends. Would be really rude, don't you think?"

"Ummm, well…." His gaze darted towards the brothers then back to you.

"Let me tell you, it's not always easy trying to juggle that many boyfriends. But this girl has needs and let me tell you, those men know how to keep this girl very satisfied. Uh huh. All. Night. Long. And then also in the morning if we're feeling like having some extra fun. I do feel bad when I wear them out though."

Suddenly, you felt someone come up beside you.

"You alright, y/n?" Ubbe asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, baby. Just having a little chat. Let's head back." You smiled up at Ubbe before looking back to the befuddled man in front of you. "And let me tell you one last thing….I might not be in their league like you said, but I know how to keep my men coming back for more." You slipped your arm around Ubbe's waist and started walking back to the picnic table.

The closer you got, the more your face felt like it was on fire. You could feel Ubbe stealing glances at you but you ignored it, too mortified by what had just come out of your mouth. How could you have said all of that? What had come over you? Yeah, that guy was a Class-A jerk but it did not warrant you claiming to have a freaking harem with your guy friends/roommates! Why had the universe not promptly shut you up? And to think Ubbe heard the end of your passionate monologue. Gods, you doubted you would be able to look him in the eye for at least a week!

You dropped onto your spot between Hvitserk and Ivar, covering your face with your hands. The weight of four pairs of eyes on you made you want to crawl under the table and hide from them. Not that it would work. One of them would just drag you out from underneath or Ivar would keep lovingly tapping you with his crutch until you appeared.

"She okay?" Sigurd asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Y/n?" Ubbe tried to encourage you.

You just shook your head, delayed mortification making you tongue-tied. How could you have called them your harem - YOUR HAREM - like you were some wealthy princess or something. Was that even a thing? Either way, you were ready for the universe to strike you with lighting now. Or swallow you whole.

"What the fuck happened?" Ivar snarled from your left, but you instinctively knew his anger was not directed at you.

Ubbe sighed, probably rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't know. I'm not sure if that guy was insulting her or hitting on her; but after I walked up, she said something about not being in their league but knowing how to keep her men coming back for more. Oh, and she also called me 'baby'."

Yep. The ground could swallow you whole at any moment now. Any moment….just waiting...

"Hold on." Hvitserk said, shifting to fully look at you, tugging gently on one of your hands covering your face. "Why do you get to call Ubbe 'baby'? If he gets a pet name, I want one too!"

Sigurd helpfully pointed out. "She already calls you 'Serk'."

"That's not a pet name." Hvitserk pouted, pressed his forehead to your shoulder like a toddler denied a candy.

"Well if those idiots get a name, I'm definitely getting one." Ivar stated, laying a hand on your lower back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

"You have one. It's 'asshole'." Sigurd sneered.

You could feel Ivar shrug. "Yeah, but at least I'm an asshole with class. You're about as interesting as paint drying."

"Hey! You god‐-" Sigurd started up.

Ubbe interrupted. "All of you, shut up." He sighed loudly, probably glaring at Sigurd and Ivar with one of his perfected I-don't-have-time-for-this-shit looks, before reaching across the table and tugging on one of your hands still covering your face. "Hey, wanna explain what was going on with that guy?"

"Do we need to rough him up?" Hvitserk asked.

"Rough him up? What are we, twelve?" Ivar rolled his eyes, shifting his hand to lay on your thigh. "Let's just stab him."

"Mom said no stabbings, asshat." Sigurd stated, blandly.

"She also said no playing music at 2am but we know how well you listened to that, dumb bitch." Ivar sneered back.

"Both of you! Shut. Up. Dammit." Ubbe squeezed your hand that he had managed to coax away from your face. "Y/n, please?"

You slightly shook your head, a small smile on your lips from listening to the brothers bicker. Ubbe squeezed your hand again, almost in a silent pleading. Finally, you murmured, "It's not a big deal. It's really stupid."

"Doesn't matter, you're our girl." Ubbe said with a finality that reverberated in your bones.

You lowered your other hand, smiling at the four faces looking at you. They were truly your best friends, even if that line did seem to blur lately with how tactile they had become. Not that you truly minded but still. Even now, Ubbe was holding your hand from across the table, Ivar had his hand on your thigh and Hvitserk still had his head on your shoulder. Next to Ubbe, Sigurd was watching you with such fondness and concern it made your stomach clench. What made you so lucky for these sweet, handsome brothers to be concerned about your well-being?

You squeezed Ubbe's hand back as you looked around the table at them. "You have to promise you won't get mad at me." You nudged Hvitserk off of you so you could look at his face too.

"Of course, sweet cheeks. Whatever you need." Sigurd smiled at you.

Once all the brothers gave their agreement, you hesitantly began speaking. "Okay, so I was heading back here when that guy stopped me. I think he was trying to hit on me."

"Why do you think?" Hvitserk questioned. "It's usually pretty obvious when a guy is hitting on a girl."

"No, that's just you." Ubbe teased. "You have no shame."

"What? I see what I want and go after it."

"Focus, idiots." Ivar flatly stated, this thumb rubbing a line on the outside of your thigh.

"Um," you tried to start up again but the butterflies in your stomach had turned into pterodactyls and you worried they would somehow escape and gods then you would be on some freaky TV show and no one would ever talk to you. "So….it….it's stupid and doesn't matter. I'm over it. Can we just forget it?"

"Y/n, love, what happened?" Ubbe encouraged, his patient blue eyes like a warm balm to your frazzled nerves.

You bit your lip, wondering if you could shove the topic away. Looking at the gazes of the brothers, you know they were not going to let this go, no matter how much you wanted them too. You took a deep breath then spilled out the story, your words almost stumbling into the next in your haste to hurry the hell up. "He said….he asked if I was here alone and I said I was with you guys. But then I think he was asking if I was single because he said clearly I wasn't with any of you guys because it was obvious you're all out of my league…."

"He said that?" Ivar started to push himself up, grabbing his crutch that had been leaning against the table. "Where the fuck is he? I'm going to ram my fist so far down his throat he won't be able to…."

You reached your other hand over and grabbed Ivar's hand, stilling his rage-fueled movements. "No, it's fine. Really. I sorta….um, got him back."

"What did you say?" Ivar raised an eyebrow as he settled back next to you.

"Um….well…." Cue the delayed embarrassment and wishing this never happened.

Hvitserk chuckled with a wicked smirk on his face. "Oh, this is going to be good if you are already stuttering and can't look us in the eye."

"Shut up." You groaned, but unable to pull away, effectively trapped by the brothers. Ivar was holding your left hand between his; Ubbe held your right hand, your fingers intertwined now; Hvitserk leaned against the table to be able to see your face, with his hand loosely on your right hip; Sigurd's foot nudged yours encouragingly. You knew without them verbally saying so, that you had their full support, no matter what you said or ever needed, they had your back. "Ugh. Fine, okay. I, um, I told him that you guys were my harem and I was dating all of you." You rushed out, your gaze immediately dropping to the wood table, unable to convince yourself to see their expressions after.

For a second there was silence before the guys erupted in cheers and laughter.

"Hell yeah, that's our girl!"

"Harem. Ha! You're more woman than that bastard could handle."

Ubbe slyly looked at you, tugging on your hand until you met his gaze. "And you keep your men coming back for more?"

"Um, right. I may have….mentioned….that I have needs and you guys, um, make sure I am very satisfied….and I know how to keep you guys coming back for more….yep. That's it. Oh gods, I'm going to go die now."

Hvitserk's arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned before you could even try and slip away like you wanted to, thank you very much. "Oh, I like this feisty side of you. Why haven't we seen her before?"

"She gets me into trouble." You mumbled, as they laughed at your response.

"She sounds like fun. I'd date her in a heartbeat." Sigurd wiggled his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you?" Ivar demanded. "I'd date y/n, feisty side or not. She's perfect." He loudly smacked a kiss to your temple.

"Guys…." You groaned, becoming slightly overwhelmed with the attention. The pterodactyls in your stomach were now dancing to a new tune and not just of embarrassment.

"I have to agree with my brothers, this is a new side of you but we like her." Ubbe winked at you, making your breath hitch for a moment. "Tell her she's allowed to visit whenever but we still like y/n either way."

Hvitserk nuzzled your neck, making you squirm and your heart to race. "I bet that guy is jealous now."

Throwing his head back, Ivar shouted. "Fuck him!"

Sigurd took up the chant. "Yeah, fuck him! She's our woman!"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP! THERE ARE CHILDREN AROUND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" An elderly man nearby yelled at your group.

It was only now that you noticed all the blatant stares the five of you were receiving from those sitting at tables nearby or walking past on the boardwalk.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry, sir. You are correct. We were just getting ready to leave." Ubbe placated, a grin still on his face. "Let's head back home."

The five of you scrambled off the picnic table, laughter still surrounding you like a bubble of warmth that could rival the sun. Heading back to the shared apartment, you found yourself walking between Ubbe and Ivar. Sigurd and Hvitserk walked in front or turned around and walked backwards to make eye contact with you, a few winks thrown your way, making your face heat up again.

"You know," Ivar began, "as the youngest, I feel I should have special privileges. Like, I get to have her on the first day or I get to sleep in her bed whenever I want."

"No, that certainly sounds like privileges due to the eldest. Which would be me." Ubbe corrected, slipping his hand into yours.

You startled at the contact but did not pull away. When Ivar's hand snagged yours, you almost jumped. Your gaze darted from Ivar to Ubbe but both continued walking like nothing had occurred, forcing you to keep moving. It was just an inkling but you wondered if something had changed. Before you could ask, the brothers kept talking, continuing a conversation that left you baffled.

Hvitserk turned around to walk backwards, giving you a flirty wink. "You two can share her bed but we all know she would want to sleep with me more since I'm the most handsome."

"I make her laugh more!" Sigurd argued, trying to punch Hvitserk in the shoulder but the other brother darted away laughing.

"A puppy makes her laugh more than you, dipshit." Ivar retorted, sticking his crutch out as Hvitserk moved, causing him to almost trip and fall on his face.

"What the hell?" Hvitserk demanded, a goofy grin still on his face.

Ivar rolled his eyes, giving your hand a squeeze. "Even sober, Hvitserk can't walk in a straight fucking line."

You could not help but giggle at the affronted look on Hvitserk's face.

"Hmmm….we'll have to figure out some kind of rotating schedule so her time is spent equally with all of us." Ubbe said in all seriousness, continuing the conversation.

"Wait….what? WHAT?" You stopped in your tracks. Your mind whirled as you tried to make sense of what Ubbe was implying. The conversation you had been listening to but not understanding, the pieces seemed to suddenly click into place. Your gaze flittered like a hummingbird from one brother to another. "I thought….I mean, it was…."

Hvitserk slipped between you and Ivar, snaking his arm through yours and guiding you to move again. "Nope, we're your harem now and you're our woman."

"How about boss bitch? She's our boss bitch?" Ivar asked from just behind you.

Ubbe resumed his spot on your other side, shoving Sigurd away when he stopped in front of him. "That could be rude."

"How about our angel?" Sigurd offered.

"Why do you even keep fucking talking? All your ideas are shit." Ivar grumbled loudly. When a woman walking by gasped loudly, Ivar turned to glare at her. "Fucking what? I wasn't fucking talking to you!"

"Oh no." You murmured, sharing an exasperated look with Ubbe. You peeked over your shoulder at Ivar. "Come on, honey. It's not worth it."

He huffed but started walking again. "Fuck yeah, I got a pet name, bitches."

"I still need one…" Hvitserk whined from beside you.

Sigurd turned around. "Me too! It better not be 'sweetie' or something."

You threw your hands up. "I'll think of something! Dammit! I wasn't prepared for this!"

Sigurd nodded, still walking backwards. "We still need a name for y/n."

"How about our darling? Y/n is our darling?" Ubbe shrugged.

"I still like boss bitch." Ivar grumbled.

"Oh my gods, what is my life right now?" You laughed, shaking your head.

"Just wait until we get home….I promise your life won't ever be the same." Hvitserk kissed your cheek, making your face heat up.

A smack on your ass had you whipping around to stare at Ivar in shock.

"Yeah, that's my ass right there. Can't wait to finally touch it." Ivar muttered. His roguish smile grew wider when he saw you gulp.

"Ah….what?" You turned to look up at Ubbe as he stole your hand once again, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before entwining your fingers.

"We have a promise to live up to and we have to make sure our girl is very satisfied." He purred out the last two words, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What's that mean?" You glanced around at the brothers but they just chuckled, dragging you in the direction of your shared apartment as quickly as they could without leaving Ivar behind. "Guys….guys?"

"You're ours now." Hvitserk whispered into your ear. "And we're yours."

Your stomach flipped at his sultry tone and his words. But it was the hungry looks from the brothers that made your womb clench and your hands tighten in Ubbe and Hvitserk's grasps.

There was one thing you were positive on….that after today, nothing would ever be the same.

And your heart raced in anticipation.

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le-cinnamonrolls-and-roses · 2 years

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🐶 A Game Not Worth Winning | Genshin Impact

• content : squid game mentions, nightmares, character death, angst | Xiao, Diluc, Tohma | it's hard to sleep when the things he's seen and your haunting memory plagues his mind.

• request : anonymous

I loved your squid game au! Could you do a second part of it? Maybe when the characters win and they suppose to enjoy their fortune but... they only cry and cur whole nights on their bedroom. Having nightmares about your death, wishing their death too

• sincerely, me : im glad you enjoyed it!! thank you vv much for the feedback and requesting, i hope you like this one as well <3

• part i

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Xiao feels as though he had lost all sense of compassion, the loud pop of the gun left an incessant ringing in his ear that if he tried hard enough, his mind could trick him into hearing your laughter amidst it.

the card felt heavy in his hand, and for some reason, only your death meant something to him, your death was the only one that he blamed himself for and whoever else had passed away in the process were only wisps of smoke and blurred out faces.

he slides it back into his wallet before throwing it across the room with a roar and slumping back down on his unmade bed with little to no regard for whatever his wallet hit and broke.

"i wish you were here," he sighed, the familiar four walls in the place he called home felt like cold hands slowly curling around his body and squeezing, "i'd let them take all the money back if it meant you'd come back to me,"

he waits for an answer from those walls as if they were you, looking at his imperfect, broken self with enough love in the world to mend whatever had been ruined by the world. Xiao chuckles harshly.

"i never got to say i loved you too," he starts to cry, "and i'd give up anything to hear you say you love me one more time."

Diluc didn't realize that he had won until the man in the suit handed him a card and dropped him back in the middle of his neighborhood.

he might have laid there for a while, on the cold asphalt without a single care for what he did to get to this point.

what did he do anyway? Diluc couldn't recall, nothing but your death was on his mind.

what did he need the money for anyway? was it even important anymore?

he was right back at square 1, living life like a robot on a monotonous routine.

the nights following were worse and all Diluc could feel was cold, cold, cold.

the pillows and heating pads he hugged weren't enough to replicate the warmth he felt with you in his arms as a final goodbye, it wasn't enough to get him to feel anything at all and just when he thinks it is, he wakes up in his dreams to your cold corpse laying across his chest and water almost runs out at the 3 am showers he takes to try scrubbing away the itching feeling under his skin after.

the first thing he bought was a diary, a leather bound book with your name on the front page in beautiful script and every other one was filled with the things he wished he said.

"i still wish i lost and you'd have won, then your life would have been worth more than the one i pass through now,"

Tohma's nightmares were relentless, filled with you and your anger that he didn't save you, and he wakes to cry over the wooden picture frame on his arms and knees, salty tears staining the glass and his cheeks pressed against yours with apologies tumbling out of Tohma's cheeks.

yes, Tohma had a picture of you.

the only thing he had ever bought using that godforsaken black card.

he was afraid that he would forget what you looked like as he described your face, your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the side just right to the artist trying to recreate a realistic view of your face.

almost immediately, it was framed and protected lest his tears ruin the parchment. it had quickly became his most prized possession, the only thing that remained clean and whole while the rest of his world deteriorated.

while even he slowly crumbled to dust both inside and out, which, to him, was what he wished for - leaving this world and the picture in his arms for a more beautiful world with you, the real, bonafide you, would be worth it.

"i won," Tohma sniffles, running his fingers over where your cheeks were, "but i won for us, just like you said, so wait for me, alright? so please, don't be mad?"

#tw character death #tw angst #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #tohma x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #diluc x reader

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siriusblackmakesmesoft · 3 years

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Soft

Sirius Black X Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: Very fluffy, use of she/her pronouns, a few physical descriptions of height and hair, reader being a childhood friend of Sirius and Regulus, use of the nickname bunny, sad Sirius :(

Word Count: 2592

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Sirius was having a bad day.

Usually he was able to move through them with little friction, a little extra quidditch practice, a little harsher joke at Peter's expense. Nothing too bad, just getting it out in little ways all day long, and by the end of the day he felt better. But today started bad. He had a nightmare, and if you asked him he would say that it was less of a nightmare and more of a flashback. He woke up sweaty and sticky and crying. Gasping for air, hands waving frantically towards his sheets and his heart trying to find proof of it being over. The sun wasn't up yet, and even though his brain told him to wake someone up, he just took a cold shower. Put on his favorite sweater and went to the gryffindor common room. The red chair next to the fireplace was calling his name.

On top of not sleeping well, he got a letter dropped in his tea this morning. He knew from the nameless front of the envelope that it was from his mother. The green ink inside only furthered his bad mood. Remus' look of sympathy was met with a tight lipped semblance of a smile, and when James pat him on the back he felt the urge to hurl. Pity is really the last thing Sirius wanted, ever, but right now he couldn't stand it. Mumbling some excuse to leave, he went to the black lake. Alone and quiet, that's what he needed.

Of course, with his luck, it didn't last long. His mood hadn't improved in the half hour he was alone, and he was sure being by himself much longer wouldn't have helped either, but the presence of another person irked him. Looking up and seeing his brother lessened the annoyance, he was positive James venting about Lily would make everything worse.

"I see mummy dearest wrote to you as well?"

The scoff Sirius let out truly was unintentional. He had been trying to reconnect with Regulus, and while it wasn't his idea, he really was trying. Having someone who knew, lived the very same thing that made his day start so awfully, was refreshing. He didn't have to act like it wasn't so bad, especially on days where he needed someone to say that it was.

"Only called me a disgrace 4 times this time around, didn't even mention how I was a traitor."

This time it was Regulus responding, a soft hum of acknowledgement, and a deep sigh.

"I win then, she only said I was a disgrace once."

It got Sirius to chuckle, a deep chuckle that was laced with sadness. The silence that followed was comforting, no expectation for conversation was something Sirius rarely experienced, and he was glad it was happening with Regulus. Laying back so he was flat against the ground, Sirius heaved a large sigh, dramatically flopping his arm over his face. Regulus stretched, tapped his brother's knee three times, and stood up to leave.

"You should visit (Y/N) soon, she wasn't at breakfast."

Sirius' thoughts were flooded with the girl, instantly raising his bad mood. He ignored the part of him that got annoyed when Regulus spoke of her, as if they were close. While she had always been in the lives of the Black boys, she held a tighter grip on Sirius. And he knew, everyone knew. He relished in it.

Regulus started walking away in the middle of his thoughts, and over his shoulder yelled, "If you see her, tell her I say hello!"

The rest of Sirius' day went quite similarly to his morning. He failed a herbology quiz, got a detention in potions, made James upset when he spoke up about his obsession with Lily ("If she said never in a million years, prongs, that usually means she wants you to leave her alone!") and while he felt bad when James face dropped and Peter shook his head, Remus saved him by putting his hand on Sirius' shoulder and said quietly, "It's okay, he knows how your days been."

By the time dinner had come about, Sirius was ready to be eaten by the squid in the black lake. He stopped the facade of his typical self just after his talk with Regulus, and while he knew he should eat, he just pushed his food around his plate. He tried listening to Peter's story, and the summary of the most recently finished book Remus was telling, but his eyes were blank, and so was his head.

He left dinner without a word, going to walk through the halls until he felt good enough to sleep. His feet led him to the Ravenclaw tower door, getting nervous as he approached the eagle knocker. He let his breath out when the riddle was easy enough to solve (to be fair, (Y/N) had once said the eagle adjusted what riddle was used based on the immediate judging of the intelligence of the student, and while Sirius didn't think he was stupid, he appreciated a simple ego boost in the form of an easily solvable riddle.) and he walked in, dragging his feet to the stairs.

The Ravenclaw tower was structured differently than the Gryffindor, but the stairs to the girls dorm were the same. After muttering the simple charm to make sure the stairs didn't slide him straight back down, he walked down the hall to the head girls room, hoping she was there.

When his knock was met with silence he walked in anyways. Thinking maybe even her bed would help him in this moment. And while as desperate as it sounded, he knew she wouldn't mind. Opening the door he was met with the blissful sound of the shower, the light under the door and the light humming coming from the ensuite being the best thing his senses have experienced all day. Sirius walked slowly to the bathroom door, stopping to look at himself in the mirror on her dresser. He looked as tired as he felt, the remnants of a bad day hanging so obviously off of him. A crooked tie, messier than usual hair, dark circles under his eyes. He looked like the physical representation of a bad day.

When he got to the door of the bathroom he paused. This wasn't an unfamiliar routine, yet in this very moment he was anxious. Doubt flooded him. Scared of a rejection that wasn't going to approach him. Opening the door was relieving. Like a thousand pounds were suddenly lifted off his shoulders. Lavender and vanilla took over his senses, the warmth of the steam, the sounds of light music and water hitting tile. He was sure this is what heaven felt like.

"Sirius? Is that you?" He felt even lighter when she said his name. That soft tone, the one she only used for him. The same one she used every single time she spoke to him. It never failed to give him butterflies, even on the worst days. Somehow just her existing made his world a little brighter.

"Yes, 's me, bun." He couldn't find the energy to say much else, and the good part about her was that he didn't have to. The silence he left was welcomed, one she would gladly fill up with the melodies of Beatles songs he showed her.

"Reg said you were having a rough day, that I should expect you after a while." Her tone was questioning, leaving him the space to tell her as much as he needed. She always did that, let him take control in conversations about such things. He admired it truly, wanting to keep her in his pocket forever.

"Hasn't been the best day, no." Sirius took a seat on the counter, next to a few lit candles, and began fiddling with his fingers. Taking deep breaths, inhaling her scent that was stuck to the air all around him.

"D'you want to talk about it? 'Ve only got my hair left." He didn't want to talk about it, not really. He hummed as an answer, and she started singing as if she hadn't ever asked. The room lit up with the scent of her shampoo, a smell Sirius knew quite well. It was lavender, matched her conditioner, and lingered on the pillows he slept on in her bedroom. It was the kind of warm smell that encompassed you in a bubble of safety, and the feeling of home. Sirius began to think about all the times she ever made him feel like that. All the times she ever made him feel safe, content in being who he was. Because she loved who he was. And her own comfortability with that, with him, was enough to make him secure in it himself.

"'M gonna make you close your eyes now, no peeking." She giggled lightly under her breath as she turned the water off, moving the curtain to make sure his eyes were closed. He didn't say anything, and he really didn't peek. With his eyes closed his other senses got stronger. The smell of her shampoo mixing with that of her vanilla lotion, the sound of her brush running through her hair, the ever so quiet hum of the last song that had played. He felt his entire body calm down, being completely soothed by her entirety. All he could sense, all he could smell and hear, was her. And it grounded him.

"You can open your eyes now, Siri, 'm decent." He almost didn't want to. He suddenly felt very sleepy, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her arms and sleep as long as she let him. Once he did open his eyes, his heart fluttered. She was wearing an old sweater of his, knit by an older Gryffindor and given to him as a Christmas gift the last year he stayed here for the holidays. It was shades of green, woven together to make a chunky knit sweater that fell just past her hips. She was wearing his old pajama pants too, ones from an impromptu sleepover at his childhood home. He wasn't shocked they fit her, considering she hadn't grown since third year, but he was shocked to see she kept them.

She blew out the candles next to him, smoke billowing up and out of the jar they were in. She put lotion on her face and her hands, grabbing his hands and putting the excess on them. She grabbed his chin very lightly with her thumb and forefinger, moving his head around, as if to inspect him, and for a small moment Sirius was afraid of what she would find.

"You haven't been sleeping well. Haven't been eating either." She said it so surely. As if she could see it written on his forehead in black ink. Sirius shook his head softly, not wanting the warmth from her fingers to leave his skin. She smiled nicely up at him, moving her hand to brush his hair out of his face. He reached up to hold her wrist, trapping her hand against his cheek, and she smiled softer. She had to stand on the very tips of her toes to kiss his head, and it made him huff, and almost laugh, and she smiled victoriously.

She pulled him into her room gently. Pushing him softly to sit on her bed while she walked to get him some pajamas. She pulled out a shirt he gave her and some pants he left in her room that Remus had given him for his birthday. He turned to change, facing the bathroom door just as he had when he came here not long ago. Swiftly changed into pajamas he laid down with a content sigh. Being head girl surely had its perks, and one of them was a king sized bed in a dorm with no roommates.

"D'you want some tea, lovey? Could make it with the honey like you like." How she made him blush with such simple words always baffled him. She remembered everything, she always has. Sirius shook his head, and instead opted for holding his arms up and making grabbing motions with his hands towards her. Her giggle made him smile, it made him notice he was in a much better mood, too. She walked over to the other side of the bed, laying right next to him, and pulled his shoulders to make him lay on her stomach. His arms instantly wound around her waist, shoving his face as deep as he could into her body, holding her as close as he possibly could. Her fingers found themselves weaving into his hair, running through the locks like they were strands of silk. The quiet that encased the room was a lovely type of silence. The kind that Sirius wishes he had more often. No matter how loud and obnoxious he got, times like these were where he felt most himself.

After a while of silence, (Y/N) started humming a song again. As sleepy as it made Sirius, he couldn't let himself sleep.

"I love you, bunny." It was mumbled into her shirt, a half-asleep induced speech mess. She hummed at him, running her hands through his hair while she waited for the perfect moment to say it back. It wasn't a long time before she responded, but while she was waiting he moved his head so his chin rested on her stomach, and he looked at her. It was a tired stare, half closed eyes and a dopey sleep smile etched into his features.

"D'ya hear me bun? Said I love you." She giggled at this, his insistence, and leaned down to kiss his hairline.

"Love you too, Siri. More than anythin' in the whole universe." Her voice was just as sleepy as his, and it made Sirius think that the moment meant that much more to him. That even in their vulnerable, tired states, they felt confident in loving each other. A satisfied hum left his throat, and as he was about to nuzzle back into her shirt, she pulled his hair to make him look at her again.

"'Ya gonna kiss me g'night, handsome? Or should I go get Regulus." A half-chuckle half-groan left his mouth, knowing it's a joke, yet not wanting it be said.

"Should know better than t'say that, bun. Gonna kiss you till y'can't breathe." She giggles as he shimmies up to her face, and she giggles even harder as he kisses all over her cheeks. She knows he feels better, can see that she got her Sirius back to normal, and it makes her feel accomplished. And it makes her think about how she'd do it every single day for eternity if he asked.

"Gimme one proper kiss so I can sleep, you big doof." He laughs into her cheek, placing one last kiss on each one, and finally landing on her lips. It was a long kiss, pressing the final bits of his bad mood into her. A few extra short pecks and one long dramatic smack of his lips later and he is back on her stomach, under the quilt she has charmed to stay warm, with her hands in his hair. Sometime in the night, after they've fallen asleep, his hands wind up under her shirt, searching for the warmth subconsciously. And sometime in the night, Sirius has dreams of her wearing his shirt in their bedroom, and he wakes up in a good mood.

#sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black one shot #sirius black x reader #sirius black #regulus black

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walkerismychoice · 3 years

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 38 (The End!)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The show comes to and end, and Riley contemplates her future

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I’ve finally brought this series to an end. There was quite a long time I thought I may never finish. I want to thank all the readers and friends who’ve read and encouraged me along the way. I want to especially thank @debramcg1106 as of late for helping me work through the ending and pushing me to finish it out. This is the technical end of the story, but I do have an epilogue planned as well.

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Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

Due to everything that transpired, filming of the finale was delayed two weeks. Riley was grateful for the time and hardly left Drake’s side during his recovery. He was sent back to the palace after a couple days, and Riley had to convince him that whiskey was not a suitable replacement for the antibiotics and pain medication the doctor prescribed. Reluctantly he obliged. He worked with physical therapy, and by the end of those two weeks, you’d have hardly known he’d been injured at all.

Olivia was salty her ball had been ruined, but the production staff made up for it, giving her and Liam an overnight filmed at Olivia’s northern Lythikos retreat. She was still worried the country would favor Riley with Liam, but Kat assured Olivia between her heroic actions, personal growth, and some favorable editing, it would be hard for most people not to be on her side.

As for Madeleine, it was still unclear if she would be charged criminally or would be incompetent to stand trial due to her mental health, but either way, she wouldn’t be a danger to anyone for quite some time. It was questionable if Jo’s involvement in the whole thing broke any laws. She wasn’t Cordonian, so she couldn’t be charged with treason for skirting security and endangering the life of the crown prince, but authorities were looking to see if there was anything they could make stick. At the very least she was blacklisted and would never work in television again.

So finally, on a calm, clear, day, there was only one obstacle left. Riley met with Liam, adorned in a stunning, body-hugging, Swarovski crystal filled dress, to put on the performance of a lifetime and act as if he’d shattered her heart. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. There were a couple of takes where neither of them could keep a straight face followed few that were unbelievably dramatic, but ultimately Riley was able to tap into her vulnerability and the tragedy she had faced to bring genuine emotion and tears to light. It didn’t matter that it was unrelated to what was happening in the scene, it was real. Kat said it was perfect, and Liam was free to propose to Olivia.

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Now that all is said and done, who will Liam choose to be his future Queen? Will it be the fierce Duchess Olivia, or the plucky newcomer Riley? Stay tuned for the finale of Queen of My Heart.”

Maxwell draped his arm around Riley’s shoulder. “What do you think, sis? How did I do on my television debut.”

Maxwell, Bertrand, Savannah, Hannah, Lydia, Liam, Olivia, Riley, and Drake were all huddled in the palace screening room to watch the finale as it aired.

Just about anyone would have been an improvement over Chad,” Riley teased, ”but the squid suit was definitely a nice touch. Your delivery was great, but did you have to call me plucky?”

“You know I had to play it cool,” Maxwell explained. “Plucky is good, but not over the top. Don’t want anyone thinking I’m playing favorites because you’re my sister.”

Riley rolled her eyes. “The suggested ‘noble newcomer’ would have been sufficient.”

“It was a stylistic choice.” Maxwell made a gesture with his hand indicating a mock hair flip.

"Ugh, enough about Maxwell," Olivia groaned. "I'm ready to get to the good part. Can we just fast-forward through any mushy Liam and Riley stuff? Nobody needs to see that."

"I second that." Drake raised his hand in rare agreement with Olivia.

Liam just shook his head. "I know nobody watches live network television anymore, so you must have forgotten how this works. There's no fast-forwarding. Not even through commercials."

"That's fine with me." Lydia chimed in. "More time for making out."

"Lydia!" Hannah's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

Lydia pecked her on the lips. "Sorry babe. You're just too damn cute when you blush."

Hannah remained quiet but her smile gave her away. Lydia, with her outgoing, bold, and slightly unpredictable personality, was the perfect complement to Hannah being so shy, proper, and focused. They brought out the best in each other, and the difference in Hannah between when Riley met her until now was night and day.

The friends watched the show and Riley only cringed at herself in a few places, which was much less than she thought she would. Things did get a bit awkward during the montage of kissing scenes between Riley and Liam, and Maxwell and Bertrand made a show of covering their eyes for the steamier parts. They all laughed inappropriately when Liam dumped Riley since they knew it wasn't real. And then finally when Liam proposed to Olivia, everyone cheered.

Riley thought of her friends and family at home. She pictured aunt Susan, Sarah, and Daniel all rooting for her and how disappointed they must have been that she "lost." She couldn't wait to tell them, however, she hadn't lost at all.

"Wow, Livvy." Drake quipped, bringing Riley out of her deep thoughts. "How much did you have to pay them to give you such a flattering edit?"

Olivia threw a pillow at his head which he deftly dodged. "Fuck off, Walker. You were so desperate to get on the show, you leapt in front of a bullet."

"Now, now children." Liam said in a mock scolding tone. "Let's all play nice."

"Yes, father," Drake and Olivia replied in unison, causing laughter to erupt around the room.

Riley still didn't have all the answers about what her future would hold, but she had found her people. Where she was in that moment was where she needed to be.

Savannah yawned. "It's getting late. We should probably go and relieve the sitter." Riley hasn't wanted to pry into Savannah and Bertrand's relationship, but they were working together to parent Bartie and things seemed to be falling into place for them.

"Yes, yes." Bertrand agreed. "Time is money!"

"Oh my god, Bertrand." Savannah rolled her eyes. "Life isn't all about money."

"She’s right." Maxwell propped his arm on Savannah's shoulder. "Besides, now that the show is over, we'll be getting some money, and Kat said if viewers responded well to me, they would probably offer to extend my contract in the franchise. By the looks of these tweets, I'm going to be rolling in dough. 'That Maxwell guy is so hot...ridiculously funny...just what the show needed.' Should I read more?

"Please no." Bertrand groaned. "We can talk finances later. Goodnight, all."

As the rest of the crowd dwindled, Liam asked Drake and Riley to stay behind. He kissed Olivia and promised to join her when the conversation was through.

"So what's up?" Drake got right to the point once only the three of them remained.

Liam cleared his throat. "Well as you know, I highly value your loyalty to the crown."

"Heh." Drake let out a terse laugh. "I don't really give a fuck about the crown, but I do care about you."

"In any case, you take your job very seriously and I could see you as head of the guard one day, once Bastien retires." Liam paused before continuing. "However, I do have another proposition for you."

Drake raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Go on."

"How would you like to be the head of Valtoria?" Liam asked expectantly.

Drake' eyes narrowed in contemplation. "I thought Valtoria was unoccupied. Is there a new Duke or Duchess there now that needs a security detail?"

"No, no." Liam laughed. "Well, there could be. That's what I'm trying to ask you. I would like to give Valtoria to you."

"No fucking way. You have to be kidding me. Did you sign up for some royal version of a prank show now?" Drake scanned the room as if searching for hidden cameras.

"I'm serious, Drake. I think you would make a fantastic duke."

Drake scoffed. "I'm a commoner who despises most nobles and everything the monarchy stands for."

"That's exactly why you'd be perfect for the role." Liam explained. "Cordonia needs a fresh perspective - someone who can resonate with the people the monarchy serves. Just think, you could have a real voice in creating change. I don't want to rule like my father has and his father before. I want the people to have the representation they deserve, and you are a key to that."

Drake sighed deeply. "I don't know Li. Even if I could do this - if I wanted to - what makes me worthy? What's everyone going to say when they find out you gave an average dude the title of Duke just because he's your best friend?"

"I'll tell them that Drake Walker is anything but average. He's smart, capable, and fiercely loyal. He's saved my life more times than I count and has more integrity than anyone I know. Public policy can be learned, but these qualities cannot be taught. He may not be noble by blood, but he is my family, and he belongs."

'Wow, Liam." Drake ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say."

"You're quiet over there." Liam directed at Riley. "What do you think?"

"Me?!" Riley had been as shocked by this as Drake, and she didn't know what to think. This was about Drake, not her. Did her opinion really matter? "I, uh.... think this is really Drake's decision."

Drake took Riley's hands in his. "But it's yours too. I mean, if we are going to be together..."

"Oh, well..." How was Riley supposed to help Drake decide such a life altering thing when she didn't even have her own life sorted out?

Drake didn't leave her fumbling for too long. "Liam, I really don't know if either of use is equipped to answer this question right now. It's a very generous offer, and the fact that I'm not totally shutting you down for suggesting such a ridiculous thing as me being a Duke should tell you I'm genuinely willing to entertain the idea."

Liam chuckled. "I completely understand. This life is new to both of you in different ways, and to navigate a new relationship on top of all that is a lot to ask. I'm in no hurry to fill the vacancy. Consider it an open-ended invitation. I trust that you'll be ready to make your decision long before the public pressures me into making a new appointment."

"Thanks, Liam." Drake gave him hug and patted him on the back. "Now get back to your fiancé before she blames me for keeping you too long."

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Back in her palace guestroom, Riley nestled into Drake, her head resting on his chest. "It's been quite a night, huh?

"You could say that again." Drake pulled her tighter against him.

"I kind of feel like we're moving so fast, we're skipping steps - like we're being asked to decide the rest of our lives before we even know what we want to do tomorrow." Riley knew nobody was outright asking for an immediate decision, but she felt the weight of everyone's expectations. Whether she stayed in Cordonia or went back home, she'd probably be disappointing someone.

"Who says we have to?" Drake asked. "You heard Liam. He doesn't need an answer right away. I Know you haven't decided what you want, and I sure as hell don't know what I'm going to do yet. Why don't we take some time together to just...be. Do normal couple things and see where the relationship takes us."

"Normal couple things... I mean I don't know how I can go back to my normal peasant life after attending weekly balls dressed in couture gowns," Riley teased, "but I think I could make that sacrifice for you, my commoner boyfriend."

"Hey, watch who you are calling commoner." Drake pinned Riley down and tickled her sides until she begged him to stop, and he collapsed beside her again. "I just may outrank you soon if I so choose."

Riley laced her fingers through Drake's. "It's crazy to think how our lives have changed in a few short months. I don't think I could have made it through all of this without you, and not just because you kept literally saving my life."

"You may not have taken a bullet for me, but you've saved me too. For once in my life, I see multiple paths with meaning and purpose. I've seen so much of myself reflected in you, but it id the version of me I want to be, not the one I was. You've shown me trials and hardships don't have to make you bitter, and that you don't have to fit the cookie cutter mold to find your place here... Oh, God, listen to me. What have you done to me Bennett?" Drake shuddered in mock disgust.

Riley softly pressed her lips to his and pulled back with a smirk. "I don't think I can take all the credit, or the blame as you might put it. But enough talk about the future. You said we should focus on the now, and right now all I need is you."

"Well then, your wish is my command." Drake pulled Riley tight to him and then they lost themselves in each other, completely unencumbered by any decisions about their future. Those could wait for another day.

#playchoices fanfic #drake x mc #drake walker #the royal romance #choices trr #qomh #my fic

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somehow-happy · 3 years

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Roratious IV

A/N: Last few months were a little crazy, I fund out I have ADHD and I’m jewish (at the same day) but I’m back

And back as strong as ever.

Here is chapter four. and as usual english is not my first language, so forgive if there is any grammar mistakes :)

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“Its good when you said out loud, right?” Tony said, Rory smiled and agreed with her head

“What time is it?” Rory asked, Pepper looked to her watch and said:

“Almost 5 pm, sweetheart, why?”

“I think I’m jet lagged.”

“Let’s go home, but tomorrow you and I are going to test and fit your suit, Okay?” Tony said:

“Yep”

The three went to their apartment, Rory controlled herself to not sleep o the way there. She was too old for Tony to carry her around. Arriving at home Rory went straight to her new room. Well, it was replica of her old childhood room from the Malibu mansion. Tony had follow her to see her reaction.

“Did you liked, Roar?”

“I…don’t…know”

“So you didn’t liked?” Rory started to walk around the room, she was impress. All the bright pink walls, her bed with a bed frame and pink, blue and purple mosquito net reminding the aurora borealis – The reason why Tony liked the Aurora name so much – The Barbie dreamhouse that once was bigger than Rory now is a little inches smaller than her. She felt nostalgic, she missed her old life. The life previous her dad’s kidnap.

“I did loved, dad, but I’m no longer 6, you even got me a Wii… How did you even find a new one? those were discontinued years ago” Rory sit on the bed and grab one of the pillows

Pepper was right, you’re too old to like those type of things, but it all happened too fast” Tony changed the subject while sitting by her side, Rory lied on the bed.

“What?” Rory on lean her elbows

“Everything, you growing up, when you moved in with your mom”

“I had to. You told the media our address, my mom panic and drag me away from you. Not even 24 hours later our house exploded, Happy was in the hospital and nobody knew if you were alive. Even though I love mom so much, I’ve never wanted to leave you, but I’m also glad she took me away from you… a least that one time” Tony looked down, he was a little sad, but she was right, Rory felt a little guilty for making her dad sad and she tried to save it

“But I was going to spend that Christmas with mom anyways”

"I miss when it was you and me against the world" Rory smiled, Tony always said that ever since she was very little "Just you and me against the world"

“Me too, dad” Rory lied down again “And it’s going to be like that again” She complemented

“Do you remember when you were like 3 and we used to go everyday to the park and” Tony turned to see Rory’s face, but she wasn’t no longer awake. Rory finally gave up on her sleep.

Tony set Rory up so she would sleep tight. She still had the Gucci dress on, Tony removed her doll Oxford shoes leaving just the socks and the dress. Tony kissed her goodnight and said:

“good night squid-roar”

Few yours later Rory woke up, everything was still dark. Rory hated to admit, but she is afraid of the dark. She search for her phone in the bed to look at the time, the brightness of the screen almost blinded her but soon she got used to it.

*02:30 am*

Rory got up and went to the bathroom, she notice her vision was ‘good’.

I’m cured. Rory thought, but she wasn’t. She slept with her contacts and took a few seconds to realize that. Rory also notice she still wearing her dress. She removed the contacts, her clothes and took a shower.

*02:40 am*

After the shower she put some comfortable clothes, a Calvin Klein sports bra under a simple black t-shirt and a black Nike shorts. Rory also put her glasses on, the doctor said she couldn’t use the contacts for more than 8 hours.

*02:45 am*

She went to the kitchen and made a green juice with some of the things she found in the fridge. While she was drinking her juice, she talked a little with her mom. Rose knew eventually Rory could follow Tony’s steps and she was proud of her daughter.

*3:15 am*

Rory went back to her room to pick her blanket and went to the TV room. She opened the Netflix app in the huge TV and search for something to watch. She found Mamma Mia, after some songs Rory fell sleep again in the couch

*4:30 am*

Tony woke up to get some water, he notice the TV was on. “Hey, it’s okay, we have time” Meryl Streep as Donna said on the big screen. Tony also notice Rory as asleep in the couch, he smiled at her.

“Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile” Meryl breaks into a song to her on screen daughter, Tony sat on the couch by Rory's side and started to pay attention to the song

“The feeling that I'm losing her forever, and without really entering her world” Tony felt sentimental, his only child was growing and he couldn't stop her from doing it.

Rory woke up to the song, she looks around and see Tony looking at her all choke up

“Oh god, not you too”

“What do you mean?”

“Every time I watch Mamma Mia with my mom, she cries during the slipping through my fingers scene”

“The song is about a mom losing her daughter, I totally understand why Rosie would be upset”

“Wait, it gets better, a man wrote the song, so it’s about a dad losing his daughter”

“I don’t see why is better, Rora”

“Okay, it’s not better, a least not for mom and you” Tony stayed there, it was only yesterday he would chase her tiny body to tickle her.

“Remember when you were like 3 and we used to go to the park and we used to play you had your own daytime TV show and I…”

“And you always interrupt me” Rory felt like Tony just unlock one old memory

“Yeah, that was fun”

“I’ve always hated that”

Tony laughed, he put his arm around Rory and hugged her. Rory cuddle up and Tony kissed her head. Rory get her blanket and cover up her and her dad. Gosh I’ve missed this, Tony thought

“Tomorrow… I mean later someone it’s going to make a newer room for you”

“’kay dad”

“Sure, squid”

*6:50 am*

Pepper woke up and didn’t find Tony. She got out of the bed to look for him and eventually she found him, sleeping in the couch with Rory. Pepper thought it was the most adorable scene she ever witnessed between these two. She came back to her room and grab her phone to take a picture of them.

After the picture was taken she, they woke the up and had their breakfast, Rory had a Greek yogurt with some cranberries, Tony had gluten free pancakes and an orange juice and Pepper had her green juice.

Soon Pepper left for work and Tony and Rory left to the avengers headquarter to work on Rory’s suit. The hours went super fest, surprisingly Rory had some really good ideas. The first one was to change the original titanium to make a full suit made out of nanotechnology.

“Nano is better dad, prevents from tiny little men to get inside the suit and damage it”

“How do you know ant man was there, by the way his name is ant man”

“Its on Youtube, dad”

“But the titanium works fine as protection” Tony was really trying to stick with the traditional gold-titanium alloy suit

“Can I say it? Is and looks archaic, you’ve been using this type of suit since when? 2008? time to change papa”

“Roar, we are Iron fam not Nano fam” Tony tried to use memes on Rory, but she was not having it, she actually felt offended

“First of all, no memes here. You’re old, Anthony Edward Stark. The meme from your youth is that creepy 3D baby dancing ‘Hooked on a feeling’. Second Nanotechnology is easier to carry around, easy to regenerate and looks cooler”

“Even when we suit up?”

“Especially when we suit up” Rory gave a smirk.

………………………………...………………………….…………………….…………

A month passed by, Rory and Tony worked a lot. Rory also needed train her fight skills, but ever since she move in with her mom she did Taekwondo classes. Tony was giving a hard time on Rory with her training lately, her best friends Topanga and Ava were in town and she wanted to hang out with them.

Tony called Happy to train Rory not knowing she was already trained. Happy was waiting in the ring for Rory. Pepper was also there so she could watch them.

“if you knock Happy down, I let you hang with the girls without curfew” Tony said

“For real, dad?”

“Yeah” Rory removed her shoes, cracked her fingers and got in the ring.

“Don’t worry Sleepy, I’m not gonna hurt you” Happy said

“I know, Hap” Rory smiled, Happy tried to attack Rory and with in seconds she almost broke his arm. Tony spit his water and Pepper was shocked. Rory wasn’t a tall kid, she was actually very petit girl. It was crazy to see a 5’2” girl knocks out a much bigger guy. She let go of Happy and said “If I was you Harold, I would put some ice in this arm” She left the ring and pick up her shoes.

“Anthony, Virginia, don’t wait up for me” Rory gave a cheeky smile and headed out the room

“How does she knows that movement?” Happy said putting ice in his arm, Rory turn around and said:

“Ask Rose, she’ll happily answer your question”

………………...

Rory, Topanga and Ava walked through Times Square, Rory was telling her day with her dad, they were going to a party from a friend of Ava.

“So, I tell them ‘Ask Rose, she’ll answer the question’” Rory said “Enough of me, whats going on with you two”

“My parents is getting on my nerves with college, what kind of parents don’t want their child do law school?” Ava said

“Wasn’t your dad who public tell ‘lawyers are the cancer of the world’?” Topanga said

“Yep, that’s why I chose law school and my mom agrees with him” Ava got frustrated and crossed her arms

“Do you want come and live with us? My dad is adopting everyone lately” Rory joked

“Can your dad adopt me? I’ve always wanted call him daddy” Topanga turn to Rory

“Topanga?! that’s gross! he’s my dad besides he’s engaged to Pepper”

“Two for the price of one, dear Aurora” Rory rolled her eyes and just ignored

They got into Ava’s dad’s car and left to the party. They got there and was a high school party, Rory hated this type of party. Rory liked a party just like her dad old days not this boring high school ones. Ava and Topanga went to get some drinks and suddenly a boy put his arms in Rory’s shoulder

“Hey, does your father know my dear friend, right there, Penis Parker?” The boy pointed to Peter, who’s by coincidence was there too. Peter notice and gave a little wave, he was talking with another boy.

“Yes, my father knows Peter” Rory pushed the boy away from her, he fell into the ground, he pick up his phone in his back pocket his screen was cracked, he showed to Rory and said:

“You broke my phone, bitch” People started to stare them

“Get over it, you pissed me off” The people around them stared to laugh and the boy left ashamed of himself. The girls returned with their drinks, Topanga handed Rory’s drink and said:

“What happened?” Topanga took a sip from her drink

“That idiot was bothering me and I pushed him” Peter and his friend joined the girls to say hello

“Hi Rory” Peter still hasn't get used to be around her, his friend was also amazed by her, he never had met someone famous like Rory.

“Hi Peter”

“This is my friend Ned”

“Hello m’lady” Rory gave her hand and Ned kissed, Rory wasn’t expecting that, she thought it was hilarious and laughed

“Hello sir. Peter, Ned this is my friends Topanga and Ava” Rory introduced her friends

The small group started to chat, Peter was surprised to know that Rory wasn’t the only genius on her friend group. Topanga was a student at Harvard Medical School and Ava at Yale Law School, they bonded because they were the only rich intelligent kids around their classes. They laugh for hours and they talked about everything from astrophysics to 90 day fiance. Rory went to the bathroom, she checked her phone and there was a message from her mom:

“Darling, I’m in plane right now, sweetheart, coming to see you tomorrow. I miss you so much, baby. Xoxo mama ♡”

She smiled at her phone, she also missed her mom. Rory decided to go home, she had fun with the girls, Peter and Ned. She came back to the group and said goodbye to her friends. Peter offered himself to stay with her until her ride arrives. They left the house and Rory pick up her phone to make a call, Peter was looking around.

“Hey, It’s me. I’m so sorry about early, can you pick me up here?” A moment of silence followed “No, I haven’t eaten yet. Ok, I’ll send you my location. Thank you, I’ll wait for you, bye”

Peter and Rory started to talk, after a few minutes are ride home arrived. It was Happy. He showed a McDonald's take out. Rory smiled and got in the car. Happy noticed Peter with Rory.

“Kid? Do you wanna a ride?”

“If you don’t mind” Peter rubbed the back of his head, hesitated to answer the question

“Peter, it’s this a yes or no?” Happy was getting impatient. Rory was looking inside the take out bag “I brought your favorites, Sleepy” Happy said lowed his voice so only Rory could listen to him. Peter accepted going with them, so he when inside to say goodbye to Ned and the girls and pick somethings he left there.

“Thanks for the ride” Peter said in the space between the two front seats, where Happy and Rory was sitting.

“No problem, kid” Happy said “I thought no curfew”

“And I was indeed following this rule, but I heard someone is coming to town. Guess who’s coming to town” Rory pointed to Happy so he could guess, Peter was paying attention on the history

“Who? Santa?” Happy looked at Rory and looked to the road again, Rory and Peter busted into laughter and Happy was clueless

“Sadly is not Santa yet, is mother and for some mystical reason she knows when I don’t have a good night of sleep, than I decided to comeback early, so I don't have to hear a lecture about how important a good night's sleep is” Peter was confused, he didn’t know what Rory’s mother did for living, so he asked

“Well, dear Pete, she was a top model and her family has a company called Bowman Cosmetics, she’s the CEO. That’s why there is a beauty brand with my name on it” Rory picked some fries and Rory offered to Peter some “Do you want some?” Peter grabbed some fries and thanked Rory also Rory offered to Happy.

“You didn’t tell him why there is a beauty brand with your name on it” Happy said

“I’m allergic to many things, such as perfumes, moisturizer and my mom saw an opportunity to make money”

Happy delivered Peter and Rory to their respective houses. Time was passed again Rory was already working was Iron Woman. Her SHIELD training made her cope better under pressure and even better on he fight skills. Rory dedicated herself only to her training, she was trying her best to impress Tony, but it seems that he still had Peter as his ‘favorite’ protegee.

Ever since Rory became a ABBA fan when she was 10, he biggest wish was to dance Dancing Queen on her 17th birthday and this day have finally have arrived.

*April 5th, 2018*

“SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE” Rory screamed from the top of her lungs

“DIG IN THE DANCING QUEEN!” Happy completed the lyric also screaming

“DIG IN THE DANCING QUEEN!” Rory closed her eyes enjoying the song’s short outro, she totally forgot she was the one driving this time

“Rory THE ROAD!” Happy screamed once more, Rory opened her eyes and apologized “So, what are you going to do today?”

“Diner with mom and Levi and then we are going to spend the weekend at the Swiss alps, nothing over the top” Rory’s phone stared to ring, she answered the phone

“Rory, your father need your help, an alien invasion has stared” F.R.I.D.A.Y said to them, Rory immediately stopped the car. She left the car and picked her phone and throw it to Happy catch

“Happysody, call mom, tell her I’m busy saving the world”

“Whats your password?” Rory’s suit stared to build up on her clothes, leaving her head out. She made a ponytail, so her long black hair won’t be mess up

“1612. B.E.N.N.Y?” She said a little before her helmet close and she left to find her dad

“Hello Rory” A masculine voice echoed in the helmet, Rory chose her IA’s name after her favorite ABBA member.

“Find my dad’s location”

“Sure”

*Later in Titan*

Rory was in pain, her chest was in pain. Everything seems to be horrible, Rory coughed a little and a little blood came out, Thanos hit her really hard, she could normally ask B.E.N.N.Y what was the diagnosis, but he was no longer online with her, she fund Tony and Nebula and stayed with them.

*Few days Later*

They ran out of food and water and soon oxygen, Tony was making a video to Pepper and Rory was contemplating the space one more time, they knew death was coming for them, Tony finished his video and Rory approached him

“Dad, I’m using my suit was a coffin” Rory said with no strength

“What?”

“You heard me, I’m using my suit was my coffin, we’re gonna die anyways, let me die with a little dignity” Rory lay down on the floor and slept.

Last chapter/ Next chapter

#marvel #MCU fic #mcu #tony stark x reader #tony x daughter!reader #iron dad #ironfam #iron man fanfiction

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monroeville22 · 3 years

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-THE FURIOUS JAMES POTTER-

Hello, dear readers. I hope you’re having a pleasant day, here’s this week’s fic!

I forgot to save the third paragraph after I wrote it so I lost it all then screamed at my friend about it then wrote it again. So, thanks for putting up with me @bagelgirlwithcreamcheese i love you 💕

Sirius huffed as he looked in the mirror. He had been trying to get his eyeliner even for half an hour, probably. “Siblings, not twins. That’s it.” he murmured to himself and put the pen down on the table. The boys were going to study by the river, because the exams were coming up and Remus practically begged them to study. James had been the easiest to persuade. He cared about his notes more than Sirius and Peter. Because he actually had dreams. Sirius didn’t know the point of studying if he didn’t even have a plan. But he agreed nonetheless, it meant he would get to spend time with Remus. Peter followed, of course. He didn’t really want to fail, and he didn’t want to upset Remus.

It was a sunny day, with a warm breeze. James was wearing his Quidditch jersey, much to Sirius’ dismay. ‘That thing will make you sweat, Prongs. Take it off!’ he had protested earlier that day. But James shook his head and replied, ‘You can just say that you want to see me shirtless, darling.’ Sirius had thrown a pillow at his head and they’ve ended the conversation. After a few minutes Sirius had gotten ready, wearing a David Bowie shirt which he once stole from Remus. It was short sleeved, because it was really nice out. He was wearing his hair in a bun, held by his wand. Or maybe Remus’s wand, or James’s. He wasn’t quite sure.

“Okay, up.” Remus ordered as soon as he walked into the room. James quickly got up and smirked “Yessir.” Remus rolled his eyes as he chuckled and playfully punched his arm. Peter was still struggling with his tie. He was wearing the normal uniform. ‘We’re just going to study, why would I dress up?’ he had said to Sirius while Sirius was busy searching through his clothes. Remus made his way over to Peter and slapped his hands away. “Leave it to me Pete, I’ll help. ”

Sirius was watching Remus in awe. He had a dark green sweater on. The one Lily had bought him last Christmas. He was wearing light brown trousers. Sirius loved watching him. Remus. He had always loved the way he lead people. Not in a ‘I know everything. I am always right and you know nothing. Obey me.’ kind of way, but in a ‘I would love to help you and be there for you.’ kind of way. Remus looked at Sirius once he was done with Peter’s tie. “ What are you looking at, mister?” he asked with a teasing voice. Sirius held his stare and lifted an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious, Moony?” he replied. Peter stared at the two of them with a bored look. “Okay, I’m leaving. You two can continue whatever this-” he waved his hands, gesturing the boys, “-is.”

Remus watched Peter as he left the room. He turned his head towards Sirius once the blonde boy was gone. He smiled at him and walked over to his bed. Well, it was also Sirius’s bed, they shared it. He sat on the bed and kept staring at Sirius. “So, loverboy. Don’t you look beautiful.” he whispered. They were used to this. Whispering. They would occasionally talk in whispers so that the other boys in the dorm wouldn’t wake up. It was their thing.

Sirius laughed and threw himself next to Remus. “Don’t steal my line!” he nudged at the other boy’s shoulder. Remus laughed and pulled Sirius onto his lap and ran a hand through the pale boy’s hair. “Did you put it in the dictionary? No.” Sirius glared at him but quickly smiled at the boy. He couldn’t get mad at Remus. Not even pretend. He was just so lovely. Remus took Sirius’s hand in his own and slightly pulled on it. “Come on, we gotta go. James might think we’re doing something.” he laughed. Sirius whimpered in protest and pushed Remus onto his back which resulted in both of them falling. Remus yelped in surprise but stayed in that position. “We need to study, love. You know this.” he poked Sirius’s belly. Sirius let out a breathy laugh and poked Remus back. “Pads.” Remus warned. Sirius huffed and slowly got up. Remus put one hand up for Sirius to hold. “You little shit.” he laughed and pulled Remus up. Remus smiled innocently and threw an arm around Sirius’s shoulders. “Lead the way, darling.”

They were greeted by a grinning James Potter once they arrived at their spot. Sirius grinned back at him, which made Remus slap him in the head. “Ow!” he yelled and rubbed his head. He pushed Remus to the ground where James and Peter were sitting. Remus laughed loudly and rolled in the grass. “Oi, Lovebirds! We came here to study, save that for when you’re alone.” James pointed at Remus with his pen. Remus giggled and sat up. Sirius quickly sat next to him. James glared at the two disapprovingly but continued quizzing Peter on their Charms essay.

“He’s jealous.” Sirius whispered to Remus. “Yes, he is.” Remus replied, putting his head on top of the other boy’s. Sirius hooked their arms together and opened his book. Remus took this opportunity to start doodling hearts all over Sirius’s page. “Stop it, you bastard!” Sirius whispered, trying to hold his giggles in. Remus choked as he did the same. James threw his parchment and pen at Remus.

“REMUS YOU DRAGGED US HERE TO STUDY! YOU EITHER STUDY OR I’LL FEED YOU BOTH TO THE SQUID!”

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king epilogue: wooyoung || atz

There’s a girl.

She stands in the surf, the waves lapping over bare feet, strands of her hair flying with the sea breeze. Softened by the light of the sun just as it peeks over the horizon, burning orange sets the silhouette of her aflame, it’s as if she’s the sun herself, bringing with her warmth that seeps into cold fingers, gentle light that slowly fills his entire night even before he notices.

There’s a girl, and she’s out of reach.

He tries to take a step forward, to call her name, one hand reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. His lips move and nothing passes his ears, drowned out by the sea wind. But she hears and begins to turn around, and he just wants to see that radiant smile on her face one more time-

There’s a girl, and it’s a dream.

He wakes up.

Wooyoung’s disoriented for a moment, the sea fading away in his eyes to be replaced by the ceiling of the room. The sounds of Yunho’s noisy snores in the bed opposite him bring him back to reality, slowly but surely, and he sits up, one hand rubbing at his eyes while the other drags through his hair in an attempt to tame his messy bedhead.

Light and chain free.

Letting out a yawn, he turns his head to glance at bed next to his and finds it empty, the sheets already neatly folded and pillow fluffed. It’s barely the crack of dawn.

He shifts to the side of his bed and looks out of the window, the familiar smell of sea salt on the air and soft amber light striking the blue aquamarine gem on his bedside table, throwing soft blue and orange flecks of light everywhere in the room.

He watches the sun rise until it lifts away from the sea into the sky, before he gets to his feet and changes into a simple shirt and trousers, slipping the silver hairpin into his belt.

It’s a new day today.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” Yeosang greets him as Wooyoung slips down into the living area of the house. Wooyoung cocks an eyebrow at him. “You’re up early.”

“I had some strange dreams and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I came down here to read for a bit.” Yeosang points at the book sitting in front of him on their dining table, a cup of coffee beside him. “Jongho got us breakfast from Seonghwa’s before he went fishing this morning.“

The fragrance of Seonghwa’s beef stew fills his nose and he sniffs appreciatively, glancing around Yeosang to see the pot hanging over their hearth fire. “It looks good.”

“Hurry, eat and wake Yunho up so we can go. We have a lot of things to prepare today.”

“Isn’t your turn to wake Yunho today?” Wooyoung reaches for a bowl and ladles some beef stew into it, perching himself on the table and legs dangling over the side. Even after leaving the ocean for three years, he still can’t get used to the feeling of sitting down on a chair. “And Jongho’s out early. What for?”

“He says there’s been strange sightings of a giant squid monster further out and wants to check it out for himself, the brave soul.” Yeosang chuckles as he flips a page, and Wooyoung catches sight of an ink drawing of a tentacles monster on the paper. “And as for Yunho, you offered to wake him up this morning yesterday in exchange for me doing the dinner dishes.”

The memory is hazy at best, but Wooyoung remembers stumbling into the house late at night, completely exhausted and on the brink of falling asleep on the doorstep if it hadn’t been for Jongho dragging him into his bed by the scruff of his neck. “Ah, shit. You sholdn’t let me make regretable decisions when I’m clearly not in the right state of mind.”

Yeosang shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it benefitted me, so of course I’d agree.” Wooyoung makes a face at that, sticking his spoon into his mouth. The familiar taste of Seonghwa’s food instantly brightens his mood and chases away some of the fear that accompanies his later task.

All too soon, the bowl grows empty while his trepedition grows. When it is scraped clean, Wooyoung looks down at it with a sigh before turning to Yeosang. “How about we make this a team effort?”

Yeosang shakes his head, eyes shining with amusement. “You’re on your own.” He makes a shooing motion with his fingers. “Remember to dodge if he starts snorting, being kicked by him hurts.”

Wooyoung sighs, rising to his feet. “Yes sir.”

>>>

A few swung fists, a near encounter with a black eye and an apologetic Yunho later, the three of them head out to their usual place, Yunho and Wooyoung trailing after Yeosang with their arms laden with books. The second they near the familiar iron wrought gates, they hear delighted shouting from one of the upper floor windows.

“It’s Yeosang-oppa!”

“Yeosang and his two slaves!”

At the title, Wooyoung laughs loudly, amused. “Even the kids know how much we’re worked to the bone because of him.” Wooyoung jokes and Yunho lets out a snort as he raises a hand to wave to the kids. “Now, if only they would call us by name instead of ‘Yeosang’s lackeys’... I understand how Captain feels.”

“Well, he’s the teacher and we’re just his assistants.” Yunho replies, the three of them stepping into the orphanage compound. The bright faces from the second floor window quickly vanish, and Wooyoung hears the pitter patter of small feet before the front door is thrown open and excited children spill out of the small building.

“Teacher Yeosang!”

“Look, look! I made a drawing of three of you!”

“Teacher Yeosang, read us that pirate story again!”

“Teacher Yeosang, could you help me solve this mathematics problem...”

“Ahh ahh, no need to be impatient, all of you.” Yeosang chides and the children instantly fall silent, all of them vibrating on the spot with excitement. Wooyoung can’t help but snicker at the sight, they’re quite adorable. “Let me head in and get the room set up first, alright? I brought new books for all of you today.”

“You mean we brought the books.” Yunho says loudly from behind him, waving the stack of hardbacks in his hands for extra effect. Some of the children burst out into little giggles, and Yeosang rolls his eyes goodnaturedly.

“The specifics aren’t important.” He retorts, before he leans down to whisper to the children. “If all of you behave, I’ll read the story of ‘Pirate King’ for all of you, alright?”

Their faces light up instantly, before their little hands grab at Yeosang’s clothes and they begin to pull him into the orphanage, chattering excitedly. “Hurry up! I wanna hear the pirate story again!”

“Pirate story! The pirate king!”

Yeosang casts a helpless look back over his shoulder as the children practically manhandle him into the building.

Save me.

Wooyoung and Yunho exchange looks, before they both give him serene smiles and wave simultaneously.

Good luck.

Yeosang’s glare burns into them the entire way, much to their amusement.

In the lesson room, a small dining space cleared of its usual tables and chairs save for one, Yeosang sits before the group of excited children, his book in his hands as he begins to read aloud.

“Legends say that out there, sailing across the ocean somewhere, is a pirate ship called the Treasure that has plundered every land of its gold and jewels.” Sitting at the back of the room, Yunho and Wooyoung watch as Yeosang slips on his reading glasses. The expression on his face is one of calm focus even though the story he’s reading is nothing but a simple tale, and his audience merely a group of young children even though he’s held debates before scholars and distinguished men.

“The kids never get tired of this story, do they?” Wooyoung says out of the corner of his mouth. Yunho stifles his own laughter, his head leaning back to rest against the wall with a quiet thump.

“Well, the writers did make it very dramatic.” He says softly, so as to not disturb the kids. “It was a lot more boring, the way we lived it. From how they tell it, it’s as if we got into battle every week. They completely missed out the most important, boring thing that happened on board, which was-”

“- lookout duty.” Both of them echo at the same time, and Wooyoung snickers.

“The mizzenmast is still better.”

“Even in a pile of ashes, the main mast is still of more substance that yours.”

Wooyoung covers his mouth with both hands and tries not to laugh too hard.

Across the room, Yeosang levels a glare at the two of them and they shut up instantly, Wooyoung miming locking up his lips and throwing the key over his shoulder.

“The pirate king was a terrible, fearsome man with a reputation that stretched across the oceans-” Yeosang’s barely a few seconds into the story when he’s interrupted.

A young boy throws his hand up, eyes shining with excitement. “Was the pirate king huge?” Yeosang pauses, brows furrowed. “Uhh...”

“He must have been really big and strong if he was so scary!” Another girl pipes up, and Yeosang glances back at the two of them for help. Upon finding none, he nods slowly, a slight grimace on his face. “Oh, yes. He was uhh... very big and scary, almost a head taller than Yunho back there and the size of two men across.”

Yunho coughs loudly into his palm, and Wooyoung can see him struggling to keep the smile off his face. The thought of their captain in the proportions that Yeosang described makes Wooyoung want to laugh till his sides hurt.

“The pirate king and his pirate band ATEEZ crossed the oceans and raided several towns, terrifying townspeople and Royal Navy alike. He would catch misbehaving kids... and steal them away!”

The children jump in their seats, eyes wide. “Steal misbehaving children?” One of the more boisterous boys calls out from the back, looking slightly nervous. Yunho grins from behind, rising to his feet silently and taking quiet, silent steps towards him. Yeosang nods seriously, his eyes flickering towards the creeping battlemaster at the back for a brief moment before returning his attention to the children.

“Oh, yes.” He says, voice dropping to a low whisper. “The pirate king would steal around in the middle of the night, when the lamps burn low and the shadows seem to watch you from the foot of the bed.” The children seem to be completely enraptured by his words, eyes huge like dinner plates and their mouths hanging open, Yunho going completely unnoticed behind them as he sneaks up on that child. “If you misbehaved, he would climb in through your windows or sneak into your house, and then-”

“Ah!”

The boy at the back screams as Yunho pounces on him, and Wooyoung erupts into laughter at the sight. Panicking, the boy’s arms flail for a second and he ends up smacking Yunho straight in the gut. With a loud, dramatic groan, Yunho sinks to his knees, keeling over onto the floor.

“Ahh... you got me good...”

Wooyoung’s laughing so hard now he can barely keep the tears from the corners of his eyes. “You defeated the pirate king!” The boy cheers, and Yunho gets up from the floor, eyes shining with amusement.

Yeosang shakes his head, but Wooyoung can see the slightest hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he flips a page. “Now, what adventure shall I read?”

“The one where he raided a town for chocolate instead of gold!”

“Oh, oh! The story when he had to run away from the Royal Navy!”

“When he faced the sirens!”

“Alright, I got it.” Yeosang’s face is gentle, and he turns the pages of his book once more. “I’ll read all the stories that you want today.”

The children cheer.

The morning passes peacefully, with Yeosang wrapping up his storytelling session with one or two (or a whole lot more untruths about their captain). After that, Yunho and Wooyoung take some of the older boys to the backyard to play some sword fighting, while Yeosang teaches the younger ones their letters.

“What do you intend to do for the rest of the day?” Yunho asks Wooyoung as the two of them finish up arranging the books that they’d brought on the shelves. Wooyoung frowns, pondering this for a second.

“Well, I’m supposed to do quite a lot of deliveries for San and Seonghwa today, so I’ll probably be busy till evening.” He says, shrugging before he slips another book into the shelf. “What about you? Training the recruits at the Royal Navy has got to easy as pie for you, isn’t it? You come home before the sun sets every day.”

Yunho shakes his head, laughing. “Oh, no. They’re all talented, that’s it. I’m just teaching them the basics and they catch on fast. Still,” he glances at Wooyoung, eyes twinkling. “It’s funny that we’ve come to this, isn’t it? Two legendary pirates from the story of the Pirate King, one working as an odd job man and the other training the Royal Navy, of all things.”

Wooyoung nods, fingers stilling on the spine of a book. “Yeah. It’s not something any of us would have seem coming.” He says softly.

After the incident three years ago, the Treasure had been turned to matchwood and the crew returned to normal lives for the first time in years. Learning to get used to walking on flat, unmoving ground once again, smelling flowers and grass instead of the familiar scent of sea salt in the air, sleeping in a bed instead of on a hammock, all these were like taking baby steps back to normalcy, one at a time.

“But I like it, you know.” Yunho says suddenly, voice quiet. Wooyoung blinks at him, prompting him to elaborate further. “No more running, no more fighting, just peace and quiet and an honest living.” He turns and grins at Wooyoung, eyes bright. “I think I’ve had quite enough adventure for a lifetime.”

Wooyoung smiles, turning away to put the books left in his hands on the topmost shelf. “Yeah.” He agrees. “It really was the adventure of a lifetime.”

>>>

San’s apothecary is tucked away from the hustle and bustle of town, right at the foot of a small hill some distance from the port. Barely anyone takes the time to head out there, so Seonghwa’s eatery ended up becoming the place for the townspeople to place orders for medicines and cures. Peace and quiet, San had joked when he’d turned down living with the rest of the crew in town.

Well, it’s certainly a bit too quiet now.

“Oi, San, don’t tell me you’re still sleeping.” Wooyoung calls, banging the door with his fist. No one replies. “San! If you’re not going to let me in, I’m going to break in through your window.”

“You’re going to what now?”

Wooyoung turns around to see San standing behind him, one hand cocked on his hip and a bunch of lavender sprays under one arm. “I was only joking.” Wooyoung shrugs with an easy smile, stepping aside for San to unlock the front door. “You’re the one who wasn’t home when you said you would be.”

San rolls his eyes good naturedly. “I was out gathering these.” He tosses them into Wooyoung’s hands before he rummages about in his apron pocket for the keys. “How were the kids today?”

“They’re filling up nicely, quite a few can read, and now all of them think that Hongjoong is a monster who sneaks about in the middle of the night and kidnaps children.”

San pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “He’s a what?”

Wooyoung shrugs, grinning. “Yeah.”

“Hongjoong’s going to have a fit when he finds out.” San ushers Wooyoung in through the open door. The apothecary is a small redbrick affair, a simple kitchen and living space connected to his far more sizeable workroom. San says he’s used to it after living on the Treasure for so long. Wooyoung shakes his head.

“He might like it. Yeosang made him sound tall.”

San snickers at Wooyoung’s words, tucking the lavender onto one of his shelves before he points to the many vials and bottles on the table. “Here, all the deliveries for today.” Wooyoung peers at the two empty coffee cups left out on the table.

“Someone came by earlier?”

San nods. “If you had just come earlier, you would have run into Hongjoong. His expedition should be starting anytime soon.” He grins at Wooyoung, eyes bright. “How does it feel heading back to sea again after three years?”

“I don’t know.” Wooyoung says, stepping around San to pack the medicines into his bag. The scent of lavender and ylang ylang are soothing, but nothing can quite beat the smell of the ocean. “Good, I suppose. I’ve been having strange dreams about the ocean anyway. Maybe it’s a sign.”

San pauses slightly, eyes glancing over at Wooyoung. “Strange dreams?” He repeats.

“Yeah, of a girl and the ocean. Weird, I know.” Wooyoung explains, hoping the dreams don’t sound too ridiculous. “I can never see her face, but whenever I see her, my chest feels warm. Light. Calm.” Then he chuckles, fingers wrapping tightly around the neck of a bottle. “The chains around my wrists, they just disappeared when I woke up on that island with Captain and Yeosang three years ago. I don’t know what happened, and I still can’t remember.”

Sudden, slight pain pulses through his heart and he grunts, one hand thumping his chest and San rushes to sit him down on a chair. “Don’t force yourself too hard.” San says quietly, handing Wooyoung a honey covered sweet. “Maybe it’ll take time.”

“I thought I’d get the urge to go to a brothel or something, but I just can’t bear the idea of chasing after a woman other than her.” Wooyoung struggles to explain. “I feel like I’m waiting for someone every time I walk past the ocean. And she doesn’t... she doesn’t even exist.”

San watches as Wooyoung runs a heavy hand through his hair, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “I told her you’d never be able to forget her, whether you remember her or not.” San murmurs under his breath, his heart breaking for his best friend. “When I see how much you’re hurting, though, I sometimes wish I was wrong.”

Wooyoung blinks up at him, confused, as he pops the sweet into his mouth. “Huh?”

San shakes his head. “Oh, no, nothing. Just thinking that Hongjoong came by this morning complaining of weird dreams too.”

Wooyoung gives him a half hearted glare, punching him lightly in the arm. “See, you could have just given the two of us check ups so much more easily if you’d just chosen to live with us. You could share a room with Jongho, you know. There’s no point to having two beds in your cramped bedroom.” He points at the two small beds on opposite sides of the house, and San hesitates for a moment.

He can’t very well say he’s clinging onto a hope, dreaming, waiting for a day someone no one else remembers will come home. He can’t say that it hurts when he wakes up into life of normalcy with the rest of the crew but without her there with them. He can’t say that if she’s not there, he’d rather be alone, where the rest of the crew isn’t there to remind him that he’s the only one who holds on to a past no one else remembers.

So instead, he replies casually, “Well, I got used to having two beds on the Treasure. Besides, it’s a good place to dry extra herbs when it happens to rain outside.”

“You like your space, I got it.” Wooyoung chuckles, rising to his feet. He turns back for a moment just as he’s stepping out of the door. “You’re coming by tonight to Seonghwa’s eatery for dinner?”

San nods seriously. “Of course! How could I miss a chance to look at baby Hwaseong... he called me ‘bubu’ on Monday!” The healer clasps his hands together, shaking his head at just how adorable that little angel is. “It reminds me of the days when Jongho was an cute baby too. Now he hasn’t even visited me for two days. That kid’s growing up the wrong way.”

Wooyoung laughs. “I heard from Yeosang that Jongho has been sailing out further these days hoping to catch sight of a giant squid monster locals have been talking about.” San pauses, fingers stilling on a spray of lavender at Jongho’s words.

“A... sea monster?”

“No need to be scared, you’re living all the way inland anyway.” Wooyoung teases, completely mistaking San’s anticipation for fear. “We might hear some of Jongho’s tales tonight if he catches sight of it. Well then,” he waves his bag of deliveries in one hand. “See you later.”

When Wooyoung leaves the house, San catches sight of the silver hairpin tucked into his belt just as the door closes behind him.

“He can’t remember you, yet he can’t let it go either.” San murmurs softly under his breath as he sits down on the bed opposite his, fingers gently brushing linen sheets. Waiting for someone to come home.

“Chin Hae, please... hurry home soon.”

>>>

The sun is just beginning to set when Wooyoung makes his last delivery for the day.

Making his way to Seonghwa’s eatery by the docks, he avoids the red light district and instead chooses to take the long way round by the sea shore. Footsteps quick and light, he’s hurrying along the beach just as his heart begin to throb once more.

“Ahh, ouch.” Wooyoung winces, face screwing up against the pain. Taking a seat in the sand, he quickly unwraps a painkiller that San had given him earlier and pops it into his mouth, biting down hard on it. The bitter taste spreads through his mouth and he gags. “Couldn’t he have made them a little sweeter?”

With a sigh, he lies back in the sand and waits for the pain to abate. They’ve been getting more acute and serious lately, along with the dreams.

Reaching down, he pulls out the silver hairpin in his belt and holds it up to the light of the setting sun. Orange fragments the second it strikes the aquamarine blue surface, the silver petals catching its light. At a single glance, Wooyoung can tell that it’s a beautiful, expensive piece.

But why would he have something like this?

Three years ago, right after they had been released from the Royal Navy after Hongjoong had signed that contract with them... San had given it to him with tears in his eyes, begging him to keep it with him at all times. For no reason at all, Wooyoung couldn’t understand either why he felt so much pain when he looked at it, and yet couldn’t bear to throw it away.

Up till now, Wooyoung still doesn’t know why.

With a sigh, Wooyoung tosses the hairpin up into the air, making to catch it again. All of a sudden, however, a seagull swoops down and grabs it away with its beak, before flying off towards the ocean.

“Hey!” Wooyoung shouts, scrambling to his feet. But the bird is already halfway out to sea, and all Wooyoung catches sight of is a glint of silver as it drops the hairpin into the ocean.

Wooyoung doesn’t know why he’s so furious. It’s just a hairpin, just a stick of metal, that’s all. And yet his heart throbs even more painfully than before, and he simply looks out over the ocean, feeling despondent. What is he going to do now?

Just as he’s thinking that, however, the tide shifts.

Confused, Wooyoung takes a step back as water washes over the tip of his boots. Is it natural for the tide to just rise suddenly like this? Frowning, he takes another step back, until he hears it.

At first, he thinks that his ears must be playing tricks on him. It sounds like a heartbeat from within the ocean, drums in the deep, every wave that rushes towards the shore keeping its slow rhythm. He looks up.

And sees a girl who was definitely not there less than a few seconds ago standing in the surf, reddish brown tentacles slowly slipping away from her form, sliding back into the sea and vanishing from sight. Wooyoung only stares.

She’s dressed in robes spun from sea silk, the fabric shining gold in the light of the setting sun. There’s a silver hairpin in her hand.

“I believe this belongs to you.” She says softly, and memories surge into his head like a tidal wave crashing onto shore.

Him pressing that hairpin in to her hand the day she got her name. Sitting on the yardam with her head resting on his shoulder. Her fingers wrapped around his in the warmth of his pocket. The chains falling from his wrists, falling free away from their hold on his heart.

“When you come back, I promise I’ll tell you how I feel about you.”

“No, it’s yours.” Wooyoung manages to choke out, as he looks at her... no, you. He feels like if he says any more than that, he’ll break down into sobs. You smile at him, taking a step forward.

It’s another dream, isn’t it? He’s just fallen asleep on that beach and now he’s having the most beautiful dream in his life - that you’re back, that he remembers you, that you’re alive.

“Why are you crying? Not happy to see me?” Your voice is slightly teasing as you draw closer, and Wooyoung startles to feel hot tears sliding down his cheeks.

“No, no, I just... the opposite.” He chokes on a sob. One of your hands reach out to cup his cheeks, gently brushing the tears away from them. “I... I just... I... how...”

“Shh, you don’t need to say anything.” You smile, pressing the hairpin into his palm, where he grips it tight. “Can you do my hair again for me?”

He nods wordlessly, unable to speak. You turn around and he takes a few strands of your hair with trembling fingers, lifting it to his lips in a silent, reverent kiss before he starts braiding it back. With every slide of his fingers, the warmth pressing against him starts to sink in bit by bit.

This is real.

You are real.

He’s crying again when he slides the hairpin into the updo to hold it in place. Upon hearing his soft sniffling, you turn around and take his face in your hands gently, prompting him to look into your eyes.

“I’ll keep my promise with you.” You say softly, smiling slightly. Wooyoung only cries louder, unable to find words to speak. “Wooyoung-ah, I love-”

He kisses you hard.

His lips move frantically against yours, deep and hard, as if he’s trying to confirm your existence, that you’re really here with him. He crushes you against him so tight he can feel your heart beat against his chest - you’re real.

There’s a girl, and she’s home.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #jongho #ateez pirate king #w; ot8 #w; pirate king #w; fanfiction

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Evil Fripp AU: Part 1

Based off of a post by @rebecawolfforest because idea overload; Avalon confronts Fripp about his suspicious practices

This was it. It was all or nothing. The man had finally made up his mind. He was done being complacent, done being threatened by a creature who barely measured up to his shin. It was time.

However comforting these thoughts seemed, they were as fickle as foolish hopes could be. Avalon wasn’t an idiot; he knew what the small blue squirrel was capable of - manipulation, mind control, torture. It came as no surprise to him that none of his fellow druids had attempted to do the very thing he was about to. Well, except one.

His brother had tried this before. The young man of twenty-three had grown tired of their supposed ‘leader’s’ shady practices and decided to take matters into his own hands. Of course, Avalon agreed his brother was dangerous. He recklessly researched and used unknown magic - dangerous magic. His carelessness however was not what earned him his banishment.....

He asked too many questions.

Avalon shivered in the cold evening breeze, shaking off these intruding thoughts. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes as his idiot older brother. He wouldn’t storm into Fripp’s Chamber, demand answers, and threaten the creature to get them. Instead, he would enter with a level head and calmly lay out his concerns to Fripp. The man was content in knowing he had the resources to fight back if the need surfaced.

Avalon continued his way up the rather steep incline to the entrance of the Secret Stone Circle, keeping an eye out for the beginning of the circular path. He averted his eyes from the small cottage placed at the side of the path. The man swore he could still smell that sweet perfume she always wore.

His feet finally began to follow the swirling path that would manifest the entrance portal. Undeniable nerves began to brew inside him. He knew Fripp wouldn’t appreciate the sudden traitorous behavior. His intent ruled over it all though; he needed to save those girls.

Those girls, those teenage girls, the one’s entrusted with saving an entire island. They needed to be worried about passing a history test, not demon squid monsters and psychotic old men. Avalon was determined not to let these ones fall through the cracks, not let the madness tear their friendship apart....

Not let him tear them apart.

The familiar soft twinkle of the portal began to grow louder as he made the final turns. Avalon stopped, staring at the pink portal as if it were a ticket to another life. This would certainly change his. With one last deep breath, he entered the magical gateway.

A cold shiver ran up his spine as he was teleported to the large stone circle, his feet finding the hard ground. Gathering his bearings, he took a look around the circle, his eyes scanning feverishly for the little blue creature. Fripp wasn’t there - he must be in his chamber.

Avalon sighed nervously, feeling the sweat grow in his palms. The worst was yet to come. He made his way over to the green portal, the portal that would take him to the creature - and his fate.

Here goes nothing.

After another trip through time and space, Avalon finally saw his target. Fripp was sitting at his desk, propped up on five lavishly decorated pillows. He looked up, a twitch of his nose the only indication that he recognized Avalon’s presence.

“Fripp, I’d like a word.” Avalon started, clearing his throat after speaking. He didn’t want to sound nervous. Show the first sign of weakness and that squirrel would be all over it.

“Hm?” Fripp squeaked, not taking his big brown eyes off of the old book in front of him.

“I’m here to inquire about the girls. Specifically Joana (MC) and furthering her training.” He explained. Avalon mentally punched himself - he was starting too passively.

“What of it? I’ve told you I will train her when I’m ready.” The creature finally looked up, eyes glaring at the man.

“All I’m saying is, the longer we let her go without the proper training, the more we run the risk of an accident. I’m sure you-“

“And are you implying that I allow you to train her? After what happened with the last one?” Fripp spoke, the spite evident in his voice. He loved to bring that up.

“I-No, I’m not. I’m simply advising that we take the measures necessary to ensure the safety of her and the other soul riders.” Avalon spoke through gritted teeth, unpleasant memories flooding his mind.

“I’d suggest you leave the advising to the high druids.” Fripp said condescendingly, waving his paw at the man as to dismiss him. This only fueled Avalon’s anger.

“I didn’t just come here to talk about them Fripp. I’ve come to discuss the rest of your recent doings. From sending young, untrained apprentices to do your bidding- not to mention the fact that you pin those girls against each other, telling Anne she’s excelling wonderfully and bitterly dismissing Alex, it’s wrong!” Avalon exclaimed, his voice louder and more dominating. The blue squirrel looked up at him, closing the book with his magic. He hopped from the tower of pillows to a side pillar, then onto a high bookshelf - just to be above Avalon.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. I have reasoning behind my actions.” He turned his nose up at the man, little arms folded across his chest.

“Damnit Fripp! You really think I’m that blind? I know exactly what you’re up to! The secret meetings, the unaddressed letters with a ‘DC’ written in small black ink in the corner, your shallow response to the accident-“ Avalon was cut off abruptly by sharp pressure at the back of his skull. He heard heavy breathing from behind.

“Are you suggesting you’ve been going through my mail?” Fripp asked, his voice becoming hauntingly short and shallow. This was exactly what he had been afraid of.

A wand to his head, Fripp’s anger boiling over....

Nowhere to run.

“I’d always known it’d come to this with you. From the time I met you as a little boy, you were always curious... far too curious.” Fripp shook his head, pacing back and forth on the top of the bookshelf.

“And to add, Elizabeth’s demise was no accident. He stopped, turning his head toward the man, a small smile creeping on his face, “it was simply a step in the right direction.”

“Damn you! After everything she did for you, you bastard!” Avalon yelled, wet tears born of anger and sorrow stinging his eyes. He dared not move, but how badly he wanted to unleash his rage against the creature. How could he....

“Enough of the games Avalon. You’ve obviously discovered far too much.” Fripp nodded to someone behind Avalon, the wand being pushed even harder into his skull. Pain radiated through his head.

“What are you going to do, kill me? You need me. I’m the best seer you’ve got. I’m the only one who can tell if your poor followers are lying to you.” Avalon spoke, knowing full well his voice was shaking. Not from fear, but from the anger that continued to rage inside him.

“Oh no. That was not my intention at all. Death does not cause the most pain to a man. It summons an end. There can be no pain after the end.” Fripp explained, his eyes calmly moving around the room. It was as if he were discussing what color the drapes were to be changed to.

“The mind, my friend. The mind is the organ the man seeks to protect most. When the private mind comes under attack, the man begins to fold within himself. For there is no privacy nor comfort left for him.” The squirrel continued, his voice maintaining the calm composure. The subject matter made Avalon sick to his stomach.

“Your mind, Avalon. I will take away every last memory you have of her, of that wretched woman.” Fripp said, leaning off of the bookshelf as to be closer to the man’s face.

The man felt began to feel sick.

“I will take away the friendship, the care..... the love you two shared.” He continued, that same eerie smile returning.

Avalon swallowed, his stomach turning more and more with each word. He wouldn’t....

“I’ll take it all.”

#important!: I’m using the ‘seeer’ title here as someone who can looo directly into people’s minds (exclusive to the moon circle)#the ending was a bit rushed but I’m going to make this a series #star stable #star stable online #sso #fripp #evil Fripp #star stable short story #soul riders

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