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Ao3 Authors: Abliafina, Barnes_Brain, Discosleaze, Ginnydear, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, Hypnagogicpunisher, Infinitejaust, KatofKanals, Marchrain, Midnight___phoenix, Ok_thanks, Vahosi, Teacupivy, Trinipedia.

Different Strokes by infinitejaust {E}

{Olympic swimming}

Jake looks over at Bradshaw, who’s got his arms crossed, biceps flexed. Outside the box, huh? Jake smiles. He has a wonderful awful idea.

and they were rivals (oh my god they were rivals) by ginnydear

{NFL}

unsportsmanlike conduct {M}

He didn’t expect there to be highlight reels of him and Jake Seresin arguing and jawing at each other after their first game against each other. His Uncle Mav’s recorded it, saying it’s the beginning of his long, successful career - to have a rival. Bradley thinks it’s a pain in the ass. or - the hangster nfl au

jersey swap {M}

“I think you’re right, and I’d dare to say that’s Bradley Bradshaw next to her. He and Robert Floyd have been friends since college, if you remember that from their draft.” The camera stays on the group for a second longer and then it switches to where Floyd is standing on the sideline, a large blue coat covering his body. He’s talking to Jake Seresin and the camera catches the moment they both look up towards the stands, Floyd waving excitedly. The screen splits in time to see Natasha waving back, as well as everyone around her. or - a hangster nfl au slice of life

skills test {E}

“I don’t have all day, Bradshaw,” Jake yells, dribbling the ball a few times. Bradley pauses and bends his knees, bouncing the ball between his hands. “Such impatience,” Bradley says, starting to move the other direction. Jake takes the ball in one hand and cocks his arm back, watching with glee as Bradley’s eyes widen a bit. “Take the shot then!” or - jake and bradley are selected to the pro bowl.

play-action fake {T}

“Come home with me.” Jake breathed against Bradley’s lips. His shallow breaths break up his words, but he gets them out all the same. Bradley chuckled and brushed his thumb across Jake’s bottom lip. “I’m always gonna come home with you.” He muttered, pulling his thumb down and leaving Jake's mouth agape. or: Jake asks Bradley to come home to Texas with him

top gun hockey au by ok_thanks

{Hockey}

invisible string {M}

Jake being traded to San Diego should definitely not cause Bradley to feel so unhinged. Not at all. He can be teammates, they've done that before, except that Jake is just as annoying and attractive to Bradley as he was when they were younger.

such great heights {E}

“Not sure if it’s clear by now, but I sort of had a huge thing for you.” No words come to mind — no, scratch that. Too many words flood Jake’s brain and sit at the tip of his tongue, but none of them seem fit for expressing the gooey feeling overtaking his heart.

Sliding Series by Barnes_Brain

{Baseball}

Parts 1-6 are the original Sliding Into Home Part 7 is an Alternate Universe Where Bradley is a reliever and Jake is his catcher

Sliding into Home {E}

{Baseball player!Bradley & Social Media/In-game host!Jake}

Bradley is the star shortstop for the St. Louis Cardinals. The announcers adore him, his teammates love him, and the fans, mostly female, relish that at 29 he’s still single. Right before the start of the season he meets Jake Seresin, the new in-game host and social media admin. Jake has a smile that lights up the sun, an ass that Bradley could stare at for hours, and abs that go for days. Most important? He does not seem to give a shit about the fact that Bradley’s one of the best shortstops in the game. Jake Seresin did not expect to end up in fucking Missouri of all places, but after 4 years in the Navy to pay for a Public Relations and Communications degree? He’s gonna fucking use it. So Imagine his surprise when a moustached hunk runs into him in the tunnels of Busch Stadium. Literally. Jake won’t lie he’d climb the man in front of him like a tree, and might actually if he lets him. The only problem? He doesn’t even know what a shortstop does? When Bradley finds out Jake doesn’t know the difference between a foul post and a goal post he makes it his mission to make Jake fall in love with the sport that changed his life. He never imagined he’d get Jake falling for him instead. He wasn’t going to complain.

Caught Looking {E}

{Pitcher!Bradley & Catcher!Jake}

After spending three seasons in the Japanese Major leagues, also known as the NPB, pitcher Bradley Bradshaw has finally made it back to The Show. Signed to the Seattle Mariners, not only does he have to get reacquainted with the league, he also needs to get adjusted to their new catcher, Jake Seresin. The only problem? No one knows that they fucked through the minors together. What if the accident never happened in Sliding into Home? What if Jake actually showed up to one of Javy’s games? This is how things would change.

You gave me time to find out what my heart was lookin' for by trinipedia {E}

{Boxer-Personal Trainer!Bradley}

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a personal trainer, among other things. He specializes in preparing young actors for their next action role, but when he's given the task of turning dancer/actor Jake "Hangman" Seresin into a believable boxer, he has his work cut out for him.

An Inside The Park Home Run by Midnight___phoenix {T}

{Baseball}

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was a First round draft pick for the New York Yankees. He was highlighted while in the minors as the next best Third baseman of our generation. He likes to think the hype was true. He bats over .300 every year (well despite his rookie year where he batted .282 and ended up winning Rookie Of The Year, but he likes to think of that year as a fluke when it comes to his batting average.) and has won the Gold Glove award three times in 10 seasons in the big show. He is without a doubt one of the best current ball players. He just wishes he wouldn’t get compared to Jake “Hangman” Seresin so much.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

{F1}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

Two-Way(s) Forward by Barnes_Brain {M}

{Hockey player!Jake & Rink owner!Bradley}

Jake Seresin was the LA King’s best two-way forward, leading not only his line, but his team with the coveted C on his chest. But when an injury sends him to Bob Floyd, PT extraordinaire, in hopes of getting back on the ice, he finds a little more than a path back to his career.

Desire is the only motivation by trinipedia {M}

{Rugby}

After a life-altering accident, Bradley Bradshaw moves to Texas to change his perspective. Bradley has decided not to think about American football ever again, but the chance meeting with an arrogant Texan, Jake Seresin, might change it all, not only for him but for the aforementioned Texan, as well.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw

{NFL QB!Jake}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever {E}

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend.

Wanna Be Your Left Hand Man {E}

Europe calls. Jake & Bradley answer.

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings {E}

Nine months into their official relationship, Jake and Bradley navigate a new season of the NFL, life, and their relationship. Or Ice and Mav get married, the gang all celebrates, and Bradley and Jake find home in each other once again, in more ways than one.

love thorns all over this rose {_}

Bradley's friends watch him lose himself, find himself, and then find something even better. Or Bradley doesn’t really do dating, until he does. Aka Bradley pre-IWTBY, and a little during, according to Reuben, Callie, and Jonathan.

Watson Wildhearts by KatofKanals {E}

{HS Football}

16 year old Bradley Bradhsaw is new to Watson, Texas in the summer of 2000 and he is downright miserable—he hates the whole town and all the people in it. That includes Jake Seresin, the star quarterback and rich boy at the top of the social pyramid. Eventually, though, Bradley starts to wonder if maybe there’s more to Watson and Jake Seresin than he saw at first glance. Maybe there’s something special there after all.

get your head in the game by abliafina {T}

{Volleyball in Corporate setting}

Hangman thought he'd thrown in the towel when it came to his volleyball days, but when Rooster, the handsome team leader from another company, invites him to join the summer tournament he knows he's done for. There were worse fates than spending the day on the beach.

Love (Suite Love) by hangmanbradshaw {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Jake never thought he'd leave a pop concert with a public crush. Bradley was on vocal rest. Really, he was.

sparks fly (sereshaw's version) by marchrain {T}

{College Baseball & Football}

Bradley Bradshaw, the freshman starting pitcher for Pacific Harbor University, meets Jake Seresin, the new hot-shot quarterback. He hates Jake, there's not a single thing likeable about him. He hates the way his hair is held up by gel, the look in those stupid emerald eyes of his, the fact that he's a football player of all sports—Jake's insufferable. But then, why does he enjoy their banter? Why does he like the dumb toothpick that sits between Jake's teeth? Why does his stomach flip when Jake laughs? Why do his eyes keep flicking down to Jake's lips? - or, sereshaw sports uni slice of life au

when bradley falls in love (goose & carole's version) by discosleaze {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Snippets of i want to brainwash you into loving me-verse, from Goose & Carole's perspectives, aka watching their son fall in love.

I talk a big game that I'm scared of losin' by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{Boxer!Bradley}

Jake's a professor ready to jump back into the dating pool, Bradley's a little rough around the edges, and Nat swears they're perfect for each other. She might be right. Or Jake dumps his loser ex and moves to California to be near Nat and Javy. Nat knows a guy, and sometimes opposites attract.

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{College Baseball & Football & Cheerleading}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

suburban legends ✈ by vahosi

{NFL QB!Bradley}

we were born to be suburban legends {G}

unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision (july) — chapters 1-12 flush with the currency of cool (august) — chapters 13-24 where the spirit meets the bones (september) — chapters 25-36

we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game {_}

you kiss me in a way that's going to screw me up forever (october) — chapters 1-12 dare to sit and watch what we'll become (november) — chapters 13-24 my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand (december) — chapters 25-36

and they were batterymates by teacupivy {E}

{Baseball}

They’ve been teammates for just a few months now, but plenty long enough to have the whole dick-measuring-in-the-locker-room, fist-fight-on-the-field, make-up-behind-the-scenes, suddenly-best-duo-in-the-MLB speedrun.

red river rivalry by hypnagogicpunisher {M}

{College Football}

He’s heard the buzz about the new 4-star on the Texas team. It piques his interest. Oklahoma had been dominating the last few years of the rivalry, but betting odds were hot against the Sooners going into the game week, partially because of this Seresin kid. A true freshman, with his kind of stats, was a rarity. Bradley wonders just a bit what his passing stats would look like with him, who seemingly has fucking magnets for hands and the ability to stretch for a pass like he’s made of rubber. -- He can feel the frustration snaking through his body, settling with a numbness in his fingertips. At 2nd and 10, his pass is tipped and ruled incomplete. He can hear a jeer from the sideline, and he fucking knows it’s Seresin.

he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{College Baseball & Tennis}

Jake is absolutely not going to spend his summer vacation alone at his family's beach house with his ex boyfriend and said ex's new boyfriend. Bradley needs a place to stay for the summer. Faking a relationship solves both their problems, until it creates a new problem when they start to fall for their own ruse. Unless it ends up not being a problem at all. Or Jake's a trust fund, tennis star at Vanderbilt. Bradley's an orphaned baseball star on scholarship. Their worlds are very different, but all they need is three months in Rhode Island to build a new one together.

#Sports Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 2: One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish...

Read chapters 1-7 on AO3!

The Gang filled Fred in on what they had discovered: 2022, completely changed Coolsville, their families were missing or dead. Light, happy topics. 

“Wow, these pain meds sure are something,” Fred said. He didn’t believe a word out of their mouths. 

“Red, rits re ruth,” Scooby said. They had snuck him into the hospital using a big trench coat and a hat. “Re really rare rin re ruture.”

“Scooby, we aren’t in the future. There’s another explanation.”

“No, Fred,” Velma said. “I can say that we are, without a doubt, in the year 2022. I, too, thought it was impossible and entertained several other more scientifically-sound ideas: a movie set, a fever dream, drugs, a traumatic brain injury-induced coma. 

They all fell quiet as a nurse in blue scrubs entered the room to check Fred’s vital signs and switch out a bag of clear IV fluid. “If everything keeps going well you should be out of here in a few days,” she said, turning to leave the room. 

Fred winced. “Alright, Gang, we need to split up and look for clues. Daphne, Velma you guys should speak to Red Herring. I don’t like it, but I can’t think of anyone who might still live around here. Scoob, Shag you should head to the address your uncle gave you. Maybe there will be more information. And me, well, I think we know where I’ll be.” 

The Gang nodded and said goodbye to Fred. None of them had ever been hurt badly, let alone hospitalized. It made them all uneasy. 

“Wait!” Fred called. Daphne turned and poked her head back in the hospital room. “Can you guys... check on my parents? I don’t really expect anything but...”

“Sure thing,” Daphne said. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Alright,” Velma said with the same hard, determined look that had lived on her face since arriving in 2022. “We will meet at The Malt Shop in 3 hours. Sounds good?”

“Like, I’m so ready for a double chocolate olive malt shake. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Velma.”

The Gang split up and set off in opposite directions. Velma was doing her best to update her mental map of Coolsville, using the odd landmark or old building she recognized. The small museum where they solved the Black Knight mystery was now a huge museum and contemporary art building with two massive wings added to either side. There was a tattered flier stapled to a telephone pole, advertising Funland, where The Gang had dealt with a malfunctioning robot on the loose. The Kingston Mansion, up high on a hill outside of Coolsville, seemed to be looming over Velma and Daphne. 

Daphne and Velma found the old Herring house after an hour or so of searching. It didn’t appear anyone had made any effort to repair what used to be minor cosmetic concerns and they had blossomed into full blown structural and safety issues. But, there was a newer car in the driveway and a newspaper on the front porch. Someone clearly lived here. 

“Okay, Velma, you knock.”

“Me? Why me? I don’t want to knock.”

“C’mon, Velma!”

“Fine!” Velma rapped on the door three times and waited expectantly. After a moment she heard shuffling and a loud bang from behind the door. 

“Goddammit!” a nasally voice yelled. A man opened the door. He was average height, a little stocky, with a red heart and arrow tattoo on his bicep. He was wearing khaki pants and a green vest. Velma and Daphne could imagine that if he wasn’t in his late 80s, his shock white hair would be bright red. 

Red Herring gasped and took a step back. “I’m having a stroke!” 

“You’re not having a stroke,” Daphne responded. 

“You look exactly the same! You haven’t aged at all. It isn’t possible,” Red Herring responded, taking another step back. He placed two of his fingers on his neck to check his pulse and then crossed himself. “You ruined my life!” 

“What are you talking about?” Velma demanded. “We didn’t ruin your life. You don’t understand, for us it has only been a day and a half.”

Red Herring darted back into the house, leaving the front door swinging open. All attempts at politeness out the window, Velma and Daphne followed him inside. It looked nearly the same as it had when they were kids, but the smell of cigarettes was stronger and there was a table of medication next to an oxygen tank seated by a recliner. 

“Red!” Daphne called as they crept down the hallway. The only open door was at the end of the hallway on the left Daphne and Velma peered around the doorframe and found Red Herring standing in the middle of what was once an office. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings, copies of police reports, photos, and other documents all tacked to the walls and connected by red string. 

“This doesn’t make any sense,” He breathed. 

“What is all this?” Daphne asked. She touched newspaper clipping with a photo of Red in handcuffs, being placed into a police car. The headline read: RED HERRING, AGE 18, IMPLICATED IN THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE COOLSVILLE 4. The article went on to explain that evidence was gathered showing there was a rivalry between Red Herring and Fred Jones, one of the missing Coolsville 4, and police had reason to believe he may be responsible for the disappearance. The next newspaper clipping had another photo of Red Herring in handcuffs, being led up the steps of the Coolsville Police Department: HERRING TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AGAIN; NEW EVIDENCE. Article after article about The Gang’s disappearance was pinned to the wall, followed by articles headlined with things like: COOLSVILLE ELITES TARGET OF BRUTAL MURDERS; WAS HEIRESS DAPHNE BLAKE THE FIRST VICTIM?

“Oh my god,” Velma said. 

“Do you know how many times I was arrested? Five! I was arrested over and over again. Always a new piece of evidence, they told me. But really there weren’t any other suspects and Fred had accused me of so many crimes leading up to your disappearance. I was never convicted but I’ve spent the last fifty years as an outcast. Everyone still believes I killed you.”

“We’re going to fix this, Red,” Daphne said gently. “But we need to get back to 1969 to do that. Can you tell us what happened after we disappeared?”

Red sighed and sat down in an office chair. “The cops said you went for a drive, out towards Okefenokee Swamp, and never came back. They searched the swamp for months but they never found your bodies or the Mystery Machine. Eventually they found Velma’s shoe and sock, Daphne’s headband, Scooby’s dog tag, and Fred’s ascot. At that point they no longer considered running away an option and you were declared missing, then presumed deceased. There was a brief period where Shaggy was named the number one suspect as they didn’t find any evidence he was harmed, but as they kept searching they found some torn green cloth that matched his shirts. They threw that theory out. Now, at this point they turned to me as a suspect as well as all culprits in the crimes you had solved, but most of them were still in jail at the time of your disappearance. I had a shit alibi but they also didn’t have much evidence to connect me to the crime -- other than the previous crimes Fred had accused me of -- which I never committed. All of your parents were interviewed, your teachers, hell, even the staff at The Malt Shop were questioned. After about two years the investigation was closed.”

“What about this article?” Daphne pointed at the article referencing the serial killer. 

“They did briefly attempt to connect your disappearances with a serial killer who showed up in June, 1970. It was unsuccessful. Cops never even caught the killer, let alone connect the killer to you guys.” 

“And this?” Velma pointed to a small corner of one wall, dedicated to articles about Dr. Albert Shaggleford. 

“Dr. Shaggleford was quite vocal about... alternate reasons for your disappearance,” Red said. He chuckled for a moment and then sobered up. “I guess it isn’t so ridiculous now but at the time he was talking about wormholes and magic. Most people wrote it off as eccentric millionaire bullshit. I did talk to him one time and he was convinced you would return someday.”

Yes, he left a letter for Shaggy at the bank. I refuse to believe he didn’t know something,” Velma said.

“Where are our parents?” Daphne hesitated because she didn’t really want to know, after a second thought. 

“Well, like I said, they were all interviewed - multiple times - after you disappeared. Most of them stayed in Coolsville for a long time in case you showed up one day, but some of them moved away.” Red spun around to face the hallway door and pointed to the upper lefthand corner. There was an article from the New York Times titled THE ILLEGAL BLAKE MILLIONS. “Your parents fled to the Caymans after being caught embezzling money. I lost track of them after that but they would be well over a hundred by now so I suspect... Anyway, Velma, your parents split up. Your mom stayed here and passed away about ten years ago, peacefully. I’m not sure what happened to your dad. Shaggy’s parents sold their house nearly thirty years ago and moved to a retirement community in Utah. Fred’s parents both passed away nearly twenty years ago now.”

Velma stared down at the floor as though it would open up, swallow her, and spit her back out in the 60s. Daphne swallowed hard and blinked. “That’s what I thought.” 

“None of them ever stopped hoping.” Red offered gently but his voice still had a hard, bitter edge to it.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re going to figure out how to get home.” There was no certainty in Velma’s voice. If it was a normal Thursday she would be getting ready to leave Introduction to Quantum Physics at Cal Polytechnic right now. Instead, her parents were dead and she had no idea what would happen to them. Would time travel somehow rip a hole in the fabric of reality? Were they living on borrowed time?

“We should meet back up with Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne said. “Thank you so much for your help, Red. I’m so sorry that they put you through hell.”

Red shrugged and coughed. “Is what it is again. If you do get back to 1969... maybe stop accusing me of things? Ya know, in case you time travel again.”

“Sure thing,” Daphne said. 

“Wait, take these files. Maybe there’s something in them.” Red dropped four thick manilla folders stuffed with photos and documents into Velma’s arms. 

“You don’t happen to have a new map of Coolsville, do you?”

Red slapped a map down on top of the folders. “Sure do. I’ll be here if you need anything else. Not much for an old man to do around here.” 

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Shaggy and Scooby were hauling ass to the Shaggleford address in hopes there would be food. 

“Like, Scoob, I’m starving. Wasting away. If I don’t make it, go one without me,” Shaggy said. He placed one hand on his forehead and mimicked fainting. 

“Re, roo, Raggy,” Scooby said. He also placed one paw on his forehead and then fell to one side, rolled over, and stood up in one fluid motion. 

Scooby and Shaggy arrived at a large house on a sloping hill that sat behind a tall, wrought iron fence. It wasn’t a mansion per se, but was definitely a close cousin of one. There were no cars in the driveway and, though the yard was perfectly landscaped and flowers in full summer bloom, there was no indication when the last time someone had been there was. Shaggy punched the code in on the silver keypad mounted to the gate and it popped open with a somewhat rusty click. 

“Ready, ol’ pal?” 

“Rever,” Scooby said and shook his head. 

Shaggy and Scooby made their way up a stone walkway to the front door. It was an intimidating black door that stood out from the white mediterranean plaster. Shaggy knocked on the door once; no answer. Shaggy knocked again, a bit more forcefully; no answer. 

“Raggy, rook,” Scooby said and pointed one claw at a white metal box, low to the ground. Shaggy knelt to look at it and found there was the same silver keypad on the side of the box. It opened with the same code as the gate and inside were five keys, each engraved with The Gang’s names and Scooby’s was on a retractable clip meant to attach to his collar. 

“Nice catch,” Shaggy said, sticking the key into the door. The door swung wide open, revealing a fancy foyer with a staircase and single round oak table in the middle of the room. The table had a plastic ficus and a phone. 

The phone started to ring. 

“Ruh... Raggy, rou ronna ret rat?” 

“Hello?” Shaggy yelled into the house. “Hello!” A heavy silence met him, broken only by the ringing phone. 

“Like, yeah, Scoob, I guess I am.” With all the confidence he could muster (not much) he marched up to the phone. It wasn’t like any phone he had seen before and it had a little screen that displayed the number. It was the same as the phone number listed in Uncle Shaggleford’s letter. “Like, h-hello?”

“Hello, sir, I am terribly sorry, sir, we will be over ASAP. I do apologize for the delay.” The man stumbled over his words on the phone and as nervous as Shaggy was, this man was doubly so. 

“Like, man, I’m not sure I understand. Who are you?”

“Well - ah, well I suppose I am your great-nephew, sir, Timothy Shagburg. I’ve been assigned to handle all of your affairs,” the man said. “We’ll be sending a cleaning crew over to get the house in order as well as the grocery service and --”

“Like, no need to keep going. Grocery service is all I need to hear.”

“We will have the house set up b-by the evening and once again, I do apologize for the d-delay. See you soon, um, Uncle Norville.” The phone clicked and Shaggy set it back down on the receiver. 

Shaggy began tiptoeing around the house without a doubt that a monster or ghost or ghoul would jump out of a closet. Off the foyer to the right was a massive kitchen and dining room. To the left was a living room and two bedrooms. One bedroom had drawers filled with green t-shirts and brown pants. For some reason there were red t-shirts mixed in but Shaggy simply shrugged it off as a mistake. The other bedroom had a plush dog bed, basket of dog toys, and seven of the same collar hanging on the wall. Shaggy snagged one and popped it on Scooby. At some point Scooby had lost his trademarked tag. The three bedrooms upstairs were exactly what he expected, each one filled with clothes that clearly belonged to Fred, Daphne, and Velma. Shaggy found the door to the basement, took one look at the dark staircase and decided against it. The Gang could take a look at it when they got here. Across all the rooms was a thick layer of dust, it was clear no one had been in the house in years. 

Shaggy searched through the cupboards, refrigerator, and even the oven for food but there was nothing. On the counter he found an envelope with some money and contact information for other employees of the Shaggleford estate.

Read chapters 1-7 on AO3!

#scooby doo #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #scooby doo where are you #what's new scooby doo #mystery incorporated #fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #archive of our own #supernatural elements #lgbtq themes #mystery #detectives #time travel #witchcraft #albert shaggleford #marcie fleach #red herring #fraphne #fred/daphne #velma/marcie #scooby doo fanfiction #scooby doo fandom

[yourfandomimaginesblog-blog]

Imagine

Napoleon and Illya both being in love with you and they always argue and fight over who you should be with, only for them to find out that you're already dating Gaby.

#imagine #napoleon solo imagine #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin imagine #illya kuryakin #gaby teller imagine #gaby teller #the man fron uncle imagine #the man from uncle #the man from u.n.c.l.e imagine #the man from u.n.c.l.e #tmfu imagine #tmfu #henry cavill #armie hammer #alicia vikander

[holycrimin]

It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

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.....

I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

..

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

#karl heisenberg x you #heisenberg x male reader #heisenberg x reader #angst #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #assistant

[bumblesimagines]

Rewatching Breaking Dawn

Red

I don't get- monologue lmao

Rain

Oop angry Jake

Billy get back inside before you catch a cold

Poor Charlie

Yikes heels

Lmao Alice

OwO Rosalie

Edward

Can't she wear flats?

Why is there random paintings/pictures of animals in her room?

Lmaoo what if Ed was like "lmao oops yeah, I'm not a virgin my bad"

I forgot about that part of Edwards past but at least he did it to bad guys

Are his eyes brown?? uGH

Bell is such a good girlfriend, thirsty but a great girlfriend

Wtf was that Emmett?? He did like a squat against her house lmao

Jasper and his constantly changing hair lmao

We should've had more of the brothers being brothers

She's finna sleep in that??

Ugly wedding dream dress

It'd be a lit ass wedding lmao

Rosalie 💕💕

Charlie lmao

Her mom is so sweet

Charlie with his something old besides your mother lmaooo

Rosalie did that hairstyle super fucking quick

The wedding place is pretty

Tbh same Mike/Ned/Nate. The girls from Alaska are gorgeous

Was... Was.. The girl with glasses checking them out while biting her lip??

Watch out for the front of the dress, you step on that and faceplant

Pretty dress

She seems terrified instead of nervous or excited

I hope they didn't rent the dress cuz that shit is gonna get dirty

Who are all these people? The Cullens never get out and Bell's family can't be that huge unless those are vampire cousins

Weddings are super fucking long

Esme and Carlisle uwu

I love the cakeee

sETH

bILLY

Sue and Charlie lmao

I love the Alaskan cousins 💕💕

Omfg imagine if Seth imprinted on one

The person who whistled at Emmett lmao

Emmett's joke and Charlie's face

Out of everyone's speech I love Charlies and Esme speech the most

The dancing omfg

Bell crying

Her fucking dress is gonna be so dirty

Everyone does cries at weddings, everyone balled at my cousins wedding

Jake don't ruin it

She's that stupid lol

Jake don't be a dick

Baby Seth

Sam has a point

Sethhhh

Lmao imagine he murders her like that's the big plan

Charlie lmao

Cute father-daughter moment

Bet they kicked everyone out after they left

Wolf howl

Brazill

I love places where everyone is seen as family and they party all the time

Edward driving a boat was something I was not expecting

thEY HAVE THEIR OWN ISLAND?? HOW FUCKING RICH ARE THEY???

I would love to live there

Human minutes lmao

Wtf does she have in that bag

Lmao that whole scene is funny

"Don't be a coward"

Is he just standing there??? Not doing anything?? No splashing around??? Lmao what??

Ew love

Are they actively trying for a child??

Lmao the feathers- the bROKEN BED

This song is *chefs kiss*

Oof lmao those bruises look tough

She ain't even notice them bro

"Or was five seconds ago" lmao

Let's stop talking about that pls

Boring ass honeymoon with chess...

That looks terrible but aye more power to ya Bell

That looks dangerous

Chess again??

Him tucking her in was cute tho

She's so aggressive with the whole chess thing

And she's so thirsty

Tripped and fell off a cliff lmao

Sam is a good guy

Jake is such a bore

Do they shun everyone without imprints?? All the ones without imprints are far away fron the ones with imprints lmao

Leah has a point

They look shook

Poor housekeepers

Interesting breakfast

A) periods can be late. Mine are always late B) you're as skinny as a stick C) Ed is supposed to be dead sis. As in, his bodily fluids shouldn't be working

Vampire shock lmao

Lmao she pulls out a knife and just stabs her "problem solved"

"That thing" omg damn

The contrast when they arrived vs when they left oml

She turned on her phone and it just.. Instantly called

Rosalieeeee

Wolf dramaaa

"Is it true?" "How are ya?"

Rosalie being protective is so uwu

She looks dead

Oof oof oof pregnant belly

Is it a good idea for them to be talking in private

The real villian is Jake lmao

It's eating you alive, Bell. It's not a miracle

You look half dead already Bell

Pull the puppy eyes Jake

Omg he did lmao

"I'm not sticking around to watch" he stuck around anyways

The scene with the wolves howling and all the voices is so good I wish we would've gotten more

I love Seth

Seth and Jake are such cute bros

"I'll shut up! Can do."

Leah and Seth are so cute

Leah and Jake could've been a couple.

He's such a dick to her nvm

Leah awee she looked so happy to have Jake accept her

Esme feeding them is so cute

His voice sounded different when he said "we were supposed to be partners"

It's not even fully developed lmao

Don't lie, it taste like shit

Poor Charlie

ITS NOT EVEN FULLY FUCKING DEVELOPED EDWARD

This movie is on crack

Or maybe this is a fever dream

Jake trying to be heroic and shit

Paulllll

Paul 💕💕

Oop traitor

Distractionnn

Horrible baby names

EJ is such an ugly name

Oof that sucks

I felt that back pain

Poor Rosalie

I think this is what traumatized me about giving birth lmao

Oop she ded

Rosalie don't give a fuck about Bella

Jake cryinggg

Random wolf

The fucking voom in on her dead face as Ed bit her lmao

The fuck going on??

Rosalie being an aunt awe

Jared looking mighty fine

Rosalieeee awee

That fucking baby

Oh no..

I mean they can't even fit into the house

Sigh.

They just did the imprinting thing to make Jake look like the good guy again

Listen to her heart?? Vampires? Oh.. Newborns still have human blood in them lmao

Apparently vampire venom gives you makeup

The fucking piano

A littel recap nice

The fuck is the song for the credits??

Breaking Dawn p2

Lots of red.

Making it look like a horror movie with this intro credits scene

fUCK that piano

So fucking long omg

FINALLY

When did she sit up?

Okay

Whatever

Lmao vampire Bell should've yeeted Ed

She suddenly feels thirsty

Is my mans climbing a mountain without gear???

Poor puma

Yeah yeah Bella's cool or whateve

Oop

Disgust lmao

oh my god CGI BABY LMAO I THOUGHT IN P2 THEY HAD A REAL ONE

Rosalie and Emmett lmao I love them

'Oh.. oh"

Oop ouch

Nessie

Lmao

Sethhhh nuuu

No it wasn't

Rosalieee

A nice little place that they'll never use

Gross

That ring needs to go

Rosalieeeee

You know what? Rosalie, Emmett, and Jake as a couple

Emmett lmao

Someone could've told Charlie he's super chill

Chopping wood pretty far off

Charlie probably thought Jake was seducing him

Edward stfu for once

Lmao she deadass could just breathe on command she doesn't have to move her shoulders

Carlisle and Charlie probably banged once lmao

He really does need an explanation

Wtf is she wearing?

Cgi baby bro

Emmett and Bell are now chaotic twins

Jake and Sam.

Cgi child

Oop

No she won't lmao

Snitchhhhh

They really hate the Cullens lmao

Wow... Someone playing the piano...

Oof the cgi

Emmett in a turtleneck lmao

Esme and Carlisle

Alaskan cousinsss

Ew Jake no

BENJAMIN YESS

Ben and Jake should've been a couple

Yesss the amazon vampsss

Aye Garrett

Eighteen hm

Omg the stumbling pups lmao

Is that Mickey? Wait a minute

Benjaminnnnn

"That didn't take much" lmao

Alec got a haircut

Lmao I love the Alaskan cousins

Lmao Emmett and Garett are such bros

I love Kate

Jake and Bella bonding awe

Sue and Charlie

Oop passports

Kate and Garrett

Interesting handwriting

Giant... Scissors.. Lit

Why bother wearing contacts when Charlieand Sue already saw you with gold eyes??

Mhm super pretty cause he's her uncle not her imprinter

Jake had a massive crush on Ben

The vamps bonding is cute

Tbh Jake would've been cute with Tanya or Ben

The war with the smallest group of fighters

Wolvesss

The shots zoomed out make it so funny cuz they look like ants

Did Aro see them fuck??

Rosalie, Emmett, and Jake as mates someone write about them

Aro's giggle/laugh oof

Nessie is so pretty

Impossible lmao

Oop she ded

Oop

Aro you a bitch

And anyways I'm out ✌✌

#bumbletalks #i hit the limit lmao #btw the dude whos a hybrid is a hottieeee

[imagine-loki]

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifty-Eight AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

“Do you think that mother will be proud?” Nafi asked as he helped his father tie the carcass of a hog to his horse.

“Your first hunt and you had a clean kill, of course, she will be.” He smiled.

“Can I tell Thodin and Barwin?”

“Yes, you can, but as we stated, you are not to do so in a bragging manner.”

“I promise, it was so much fun, thank you, father.” The youngster was still jittery, high from the adrenalin of his kill.

“Well, when it goes your way, there is nothing more exhilarating, and you get to know that you have provided food for your family.” Loki agreed, though his face fell slightly when his memory brought him back to his first hunt.

“What happened when you had your first hunt?” Nafi sensed his father’s mood alter.

“Nothing.” Loki dismissed. “I was not awarded a kill.”

“So you killed something but Thor got the credit and the glory?” Nafi wagered.

“I fear you may have the gift of Allsight.” Loki pulled the boy in against him. “It was an elk, nothing big; he was a sickly thing really, seemed old. I got him in the neck with an arrow, it missed the main vein, but it went into his windpipe, so he hadn’t long to live as he was not able to breathe properly, so I rode after it, not wanting to prolong the beast’s suffering either. But Thor shot him a second time, which was not too difficult, it had begun to stagger, well your grandfather refused to think that a nine summer old could be a better hunter than his heir. He dismissed my claim that it was actually my kill.”

“What did Uncle Thor say?”

“He said the animal was staggering and gasping for breath when he shot it, giving credence to my claim, but it did not matter, Odin was never one to care too greatly when it came to my achievements.”

“How do you not get angry at that? When Uncle Thor returned from Svartálfheim, when you were injured, it was him that was supposed to be there, not you. I got so mad; you will always be second to him.”

“It was never Thor's doing, though. He has always treated me as a brother should, he cannot be blamed for what Odin was responsible for, and he could not control that.” Loki explained.

“But surely it still angers you, when you see everything that he was given above you?”

Loki untied his horse and prepared to mount. “I do not think us too badly off, do you?”

“Father, we were only given what we have because mother made grandfather richer than he ever thought possible, even the home we now have is only as a result of Baldr’s death. Our old home was tiny; Maebh had to sleep like a dog on my bedroom floor when she first came.”

“What has you even thinking as you are of late Nafi, of heirs, lands and homes, you are not even a decade old?” Loki asked curiously.

“Barwin’s brother told him that he will have to learn a trade to ever have anything in his life. Then Barwin and I were talking with Thodin, and he told us that only the oldest son gets the father’s land. That the girls are married off, but that younger boys so not get anything. And one of the older boys said that I will get nothing as you are married to Maebh, and all of what is ours will go to Vali, as he is your heir as a result of your marriage, and not me.”

Loki had not realised the topics that young boys were discussing had gotten so political. When he was his son’s age, he and Thor were discussing fishing spots and weapons, inheritances did not even occur to them. “Nafi, this is not something for us to even be considering at present, I was not aware that you had your mother and I all but signed off to be forced to take our place in Valhalla.”

“No, it is not that, it is just…never mind.”

“So, we do not need to worry about such things, your mother and I are well.”

“Except Mother is not well father, is she?” Nafi challenged. “You called Eir, meaning she is quite ill, what if she…?”

“Nafi!” the boy jumped at his father outburst. When he spoke again, his voice was small. “I…We cannot think like that. It was just some bad eggs, that is all.” Loki was trying to convince himself more than Nafi, and Nafi knew it, so the boy just nodded his head and said no more, keeping his own worries to himself. Loki jumped into the saddle and turned the horse to head for home. “When we go back, Eir will have checked her over, so we’ll see they that all this worry has been for naught.” Again, Nafi remained silent.

The ride to the hunting spot had taken the most of the afternoon, but even with the added weight of their kills on their steeds, the pair seemed to make the road back faster, their horses, sensing their urgency, trotted the most of the way.

As soon as they arrived at the yard in front of the dwelling, Loki called for their farm staff to take his horse. Nafi dismounted quickly and ran towards the house, noting a horse and cart not belonging to them in the yard as he did. As he and his father came to the front door, it opened in front of them.

“And that will aid her?” Frigga was facing away from them as she spoke to whoever it was that was there, not noticing her son and grandson in front of her.

“It should assist somewhat but it is not a guarantee,” Eir stated, pausing when she saw her path was blocked by the master of the house. “Prince Loki.” She curtsied.

“Darling, we were not expecting you back until at least dinner, if not tomorrow,” Frigga smiled though the gesture did not seem to make it to her eyes.

Loki noticed immediately. “I thought you were coming yesterday Eir.” He turned to look at the healer.

“She was, she did.”

“I returned today your highness, to check on the princess and to give her a remedy.” The healer explained.

“So she is healing?” The hope blatant in his voice.

“I fear that is not a simple question to answer your highness, it seems your wife will be considerably ill for some time to come, but I must insist that for such time, you must prevent her from eating eggs and most milk produce. She will require a diet based mostly on fish and grains.” The healer instructed.

“So it was the eggs.” Loki tried to take everything in, but in truth, his mind was still stuck on the cause of what was ailing his wife.

“They did not help in any manner, but she was not poisoned by them.”

“I do not follow.”

“Nafi; you, Vali and I are going to the village, your parents need to speak alone.” Frigga put her hand on her grandson’s back, causing him to look up at her in concern.

Loki paled. “Is there something I need to know? Mother?”

“You and Maebh will have much to talk of when she wakes, she fed Vali not too long ago, so I will prepare him and we will go.” She walked back into the house and retrieved her youngest grandchild before returning to the doorway. Vali gurgled happily at the sight of his father and brother.

Loki looked sadly at his biological son, whose eyes were so akin to his mothers. “Did you miss us?” The infant replied by bouncing in his grandmother's arms excitedly.

“He did seem somewhat confused by your absence,” Frigga admitted. “Come Nafi, I want to hear everything you did on your hunt. Are those your prizes?”

“I caught a hog, well killed it.” Nafi declared proudly.

“A hog? Well now, I need to hear this.” Frigga smiled ushering him to the healer’s cart.

“My Bron was twice your age when he first hunted a hog, you are a skilled young man.” The healer commended.

Loki watched as they all got onto the cart and waved their farewells before leaving the yard.

Somewhat worried he rushed into the dwelling and to the bedroom he shared with his wife, who was currently sleeping on the bed. He watched the steady rise and fall if her chest for a moment before getting a pelt to put over her and went to clean himself up.

“You’re home.” Maebh’s voice was heavy with sleep.

“Yes.” He smiled weakly.

“How did it go?”

“He killed a hog. I got us an elk, well it is a young sickly one.”

“I like elk, I am going to enjoy eating that.” she grumbled.

Loki was unsure if she was even aware she was speaking. “Well, I have it ready to be hung.”

“Thank you. Where is Nafi, I am sure he is dying to give me a rundown of every last detail?” she stretched slightly.

“He and Vali have gone to the village with mother.”

“So we have time to ourselves?” Maebh smiled.

Loki was slightly confused by her actions, not particularly in keeping with how his mother seemed to act. “How are you feeling?”

“Annoyed.” He frowned. “All I want is eggs, but I cannot have any for the foreseeable future, my body is not too accepting of them apparently.”

Loki came closer to her. “Is that all?”

“Well I have been told to rest and cease stressing myself out, and to not allow too much to cloud my mind, my head is still healing.” She explained.

“So you were right?”

“Aren’t I always?” She pulled his hand to her face and kissed it, before taking a deep breath. “You smell like the forest.”

“Well, I would since I just returned from there,” Loki smiled. “I will wash up now.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Join me.” She pleaded.

“For what?” the blush on her face caused the smile to turn into a smirk. “Say it, darling, say what you want.”

“You.”

“Me what?”

“Please, Loki.”

“Say it my love, and it will be done.”

Her face reddened more, but rather than utter the words, she pulled her husband towards her causing him to fall onto the bed only for her to get up and straddled him, one strong leg on either side of him. “Well I was going to plead for you to mount and take me, but perhaps I should be more active in this.” She smiled slyly. Loki lay under her, eyes wide, his body reacting positively to her unusual forwardness. Maebh loosened his pants and forced them from his hips, his long length hardening in front of her. Not sure where the confidence was coming from, she bit her lower lip before lowering herself down and gingerly licking him.

Loki’s eyes widened and a guttural moan choked its way out of his throat at what his wife was doing. “God’s Maebh.”

“Use words.” She grinned, knowing her husband would get the comparison.

“More please darling, that is, Gods I cannot…”

Maebh continued her exploration for another few minutes before rising up again, relishing the scent of her husband. Slowly, she crawled up him before once again straddling him and aligning herself with him and sinking down onto his hardened shaft. Gasping at the feel of him stretching her so well, Maebh gave herself a moment to adjust before she began to rise up and down, hoping her was receiving as much pleasure as she was.

Loki was shocked that he did not have to touch Maebh for her to be so ready and willing for him, he had no idea why she was being so amorous, but never in his life was he going to question it. Placing his hands on her strong ass, he used his own strength to assist her movements.

It did not take long for their actions to become more frantic and erratic, both getting steadily closer to their release. Knowing that she would not be able to move much after her own climax, Maebh reached behind her to where Loki was filling her, taking his heavy sack in hand and caressing it. The sound of undiluted pleasure that he emitted and a particularly strong thrust up into her caused her to fall over the precipice of pleasure, gasping for air as her body spasmed. She fell forward as Loki continued to thrust upward.

“Should I pull out?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“No,” Maebh whispered weakly, shaking her head as she still recovered from her own orgasm.

“But if you are ill if you were to…?”

“Fill me.” She begged wantonly. Loki could not contain himself any longer and pushed himself into her as deep as possible, unloading his seed in several spurts, adoring how hot and wet she felt around him.

When they both were spent, slowly, and somewhat stiffly, Maebh got off her husband and fell to the side, still out of breath.

“I do not think it wise to risk you becoming with child until you feel better my love,” Loki stated, still panting. “I know the risk is a small one, but still.”

“Well that is the issue I fear, I am so ill because such has already occurred.” She confessed, looking at him sheepishly, awaiting his reaction.

Loki turned his head to look at her, the tiredness that was starting to claim him evaporating almost instantaneously. “What?”

“It appears I am already carrying another child.” She repeated.

“But Vali is barely half a year old.”

“As your father stated, I am young enough to get with child easily, apparently too easily. Are you angry?” She bit her lip, not sure what his reaction actually was.

“No, I… Norn’s I thought I was at risk of having you taken from us by some illness, but instead, we are to have another…” Loki pulled her close to him and kissed her when he pulled away again, something came to him, causing him to frown. “So if that is what is wrong with you, which is not something wrong at all, why was mother so out of sorts on my arrival?”

Maebh pulled herself close to her husband. “I am more ill this time, that is not too worrisome but it is not something to rejoice in, it will cause this to be very difficult. “

“It was more than a childbearing illness that seemed to be bothering her.”

Maebh inhaled deeply before she spoke again, terrified at home he was about to react. “That is because Tyr’s widow knows about Nafi.” Loki stiffened and pulled her away from him roughly.

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“See You Again” In courtesy of: Ms. Leny Jane Jagonal & Ms. Jessa Marie Sacay

My family just moved in to a new town at Initao, Misamis Oriental and lived in a small village in Barangay Aluna. I felt so sad for I didn’t have any friends. Every morning, I throw a bits of food to my pet dog. I also watered the plants in the garden.

One morning, I saw my grandmother Teodora, she is eighty-five years old. Several years ago when I’m still a baby, my grandmother had an accident and she became blind after that. Inspite of her blindness, my Lola Teodora is still the most caring and loving person I’ve met and known.

Lola Teodora had three sons, Nikko my father the eldest, Uncle Sam and the youngest Uncle Enrique. She had a loving and caring husband Lolo Nelson, but sad to say he died in a car accident. Father had only me, Jase (18 years old). Uncle Sam had Daniel (20) and Boin (19), and Uncle Enrique had Jayson (14) and Kian (17). All of Lola’s sons, only father had a daughter, they are all confused about my first name and the pronunciation of it. My name’s pronunciation is like this Jaysea, sounds good!

One night after dinner, Uncle Sam wanted to tell us a story.

 Jase, Boin, Jayson, Kian, Daniel…..listen to this story. There was a boy eight years of age, wishes that his father would buy him a big kite.

“Son, I’ll buy bamboo and papers for you. We’ll just make a small kite.” The father said.

“But I don’t know how to make it father!” the boy complained.

“It is so easy my son. I’ll help you.” the father answered.

So his father bought bamboo and papers, and helped his son to make a kite. Many times the boy had wished to his father to buy a big kite but his father would just make him a small kite.

           “I was bullied by my friends, father. They laughed at me and told me that I am the son of the owner of the only gasoline station in Initao, but my kite was too small,” the boy cried.

           His father just laughed and continued to make small kites for his son. But when the boy was already 14 years old, he forgot all about the kite. He had already new needs and wants such as, clothes, shoes, big allowance for school and friends.

           “Son…there are only two shoes for you to wear. And if it will be damaged, we will buy a new one. You should be thrifty, do not waste your money. Money is not easy to find.” his father reminded him.

The boy felt pity on his self, and said to his father.

           “Yes, I am the son of the owner of the only gasoline station and machine shop in this town, but look at my looks….. it seems like I’m the son of a poor man.”

“But you look descent with that, Son. Your clothes are neat and clean, you have enough things for school and you have foods enough to eat. A child you should not have everything as much as you want, you can’t learn how to save money.”

The boy didn’t understand what his father is trying to mean, and by that he had learned to hate his father. He was heavily guarded and wasn’t even allowed to be with his friends, and sometimes they make him help to work in their gasoline station and machine shop if there’s no class.

“Father is always making me suffer” he told his mother with his voice that full of hatred,” I am his son, but why he’s threatening me like an orphan?”

“That’s not true my son” his mother softly answered

“You know he has a big dream for you.”

“Why? What does he want me to be?”

“He wants you to become a great engineer.”

From hearing that, the boy was calmed but his hatred from his father still not gone. Inspite of that, he didn’t made any rebellious acts but he respected him and so his mother. When he turned 18, his friends, and him made a decision to get a commerce course and go to university. He consulted it to his father but his father disagreed. He wanted his son to be an engineer, and the heir of their machine shop. He obeyed his father and studied in barrio school. When he was old enough, hatred was nothing at all but rebellion was the winning side.

“I don’t want to go to school anymore! In everything I am not satisfied enough! I am always ashamed of what my friends told me.”

His mother visited him the dormitory and did everything she can to make him calmed and inspired.

When he finished his studies and now a mechanical engineer, his father gave him 10,000 Php to find a job. He was so shocked and confused.

“I thought…..I am now the one who will handle our machine shop when I am finished with my studies?”

“I am still young, son. And I can handle myself to take care of our machine shop. And I want you….to have your own business.”

“But father why? We have now our business!” he insisted.

“It is better for you to stand on your own feet, son”

           Because of that he wanted revenge from his father. He built a machine shop in their town and quiet near from his father’s shop. His father consulted him.

           “Why aren’t you building a machine shop in the other town? We will compete.” his father said.

“I thought I am now responsible of my own life. I will now take care of everything which is mine. I am the owner of my life, not you!”

His father stopped and left a word before he left. “You’re right….and yes! Experience is the best teacher.”

 The young man managed his small business and reached in almost two years. But he had the shortage of all his materials, and was forced to approach to his father to lend 15,000 Php to buy everything he needs.

 “I’ve already given you the capital. You didn’t obey my suggestion to avoid competition. Try to find money with you own strength.”

“What kind of father are you? Why are you letting your son to suffer? Are you happy now seeing me suffering?” he shouted.

“I just wanted you to learn everything that happened in this life. It is not easy to live in this world, son.”

“Then why did you let me experienced these hardships? There are parents who will help their children to    make their lives easier.” he explained.

“No, for the better life of the children are not in their parents but there, in the teachings we’ve taught them.” his father said.

           They parted ways, and the son left their town and didn’t even wave goodbye to his mother. He worked hard, and applied everywhere else just to save money for his business. When five years passed, he is now able to stand a small machine shop; he made a contract to an auto assembler and made more money. In three years, his machine shop is now making parts for cars. He decided to go back to his native town and built a house far from where his father lived. But blood is blood, therefore his 66 years old mother visited him one time in his residence.

“You father wanted to see his grandsons, but he can’t be here because you hated him so much.” his mother said.

“I did everything I can mother, I already forgot his existence. I never had a father.”

His mother cried and left a word: “If that so….maybe you will not see each other again, my son.”

But he just ignored what his mother is trying to say.

           One day at 12:30 in the afternoon, he went to East Coast to shop, it is the very big mall in Initao. He bought everything for his sons. But when he was already outside the mall he saw his father.

“My son….can we talk?”

“Who are you? I don’t know who you are, so just please stop following me.”

He left his car in their house and as usual he will take a Bus Liner No. 303. He saw it was coming to the terminal and tried to run but his father grabbed his hands.

“Please son…I’m sorry if I hurt you. I just wanted you to be a….”

Stop it! I don’t want to talk to you! The bus is here so I’m coming home now!” he shouted and trying to let go of his hands from his father.

“No! Don’t go!” his father insisted.

“Let me go, or else I’ll…”

“I just wanted to tell you that even once, I’d never hate you…” his father inserted.

“So what? Stop that nonsense! God! The bus had just left! Because of you my day is ruined!”

“Son, I love you! I love you so much!”

           He stopped shouting from hearing that. He felt the fast beat of his heart and the feeling of how his father touched his hands. But he just ignored what he felt in that moment and his father let go his hands. He saw another bus coming so he hurried out and ran and left his father.

           While in the bus, he was still thinking the feeling that is new to him. His imagination stopped when the bus suddenly stopped on the road which many people are watching for something. Their house is near from where the bus stopped, so he got out from the bus. He was so curious what the noise is all about. When he tried to see what was happening, there he was so shocked. The Bus Liner No. 303 was so wrecked and the half of it was stuck in the very big and deep canal because of the big truck that bumped into it.

           There are few who survived from the accident and the rest they’re all dead. He was so thankful that he was not in there and he thought about his father. But for him, in spite of that situation it can’t change his feelings towards his father. When he got home, he can’t see his wife and two sons so he asked their maid.

“They left sir…she told me to tell you that they went to your father’s house.” the maid answered.

“What? Without my permission?!”

           He was so angry and thought that his wife betrayed him. But when he reached into the house of his father, he saw many cars parked there. He saw his brothers in front of the house and when they saw him, they met him in the gate.

“What happened? Where’s my wife? My sons?”

“I’m here!” his wife answered with a sobbing voice.

“Why are you here? What are you doing here? I told you not to….”

“Your father’s dead!” his wife cried.

“What did you say?” with his voice that tells a feeling of discomfort.

“He died last night in a car accident!” his brothers confessed.

“What? But how?” he was so shocked, and thought that they’ve played him.

“We’re sorry if we didn’t tell you about this.”

“I said how!” he shouted. “I just saw him earlier in the mall, do not make some nonsense here, I know…”

“What did you say? But this is a wake! Your father is dead!” his wife insisted.

           He rushed inside and there he saw his mother crying so hard in front of the coffin with the picture of his father. When he saw it, he felt like heaven fell over him, he don’t know why but he then realized that his hatred was replaced with all regrets. He went to his mother, and didn’t know what to do but to hug her and his tears started to flow from his eyes. He wanted to stop but his throat ached, when he tried to do so. He just allowed his tears to flow and wept so bitter.

“Don’t cry my son, he died with no hatred, he didn’t hate you.”

“I knew it mother. I knew it.”

           He went near to the coffin and kneeled before it.

“Father, I’m so sorry. Why did you left me? Why did you left me without hearing from me that I am sorry? Is it too late for me, father?” he cried so loud and was slowly became worse when he remembered the last words he heard from his father.

           “Son, I love you! I love you so much!”

You can only realize then the worth of the person when he already left you.

           “It’s too late for me father, to tell you I love you.” he cried so much.

When he saw his father lying in the coffin he saw his face smiling. He remembered again their meeting in the mall of how his father saved him from the terrible accident and all of their memories since they were making a small kite.

“Your father was so proud of you my son. His dream for you was fulfilled.” his mother told him.

           He had nothing to say but, “Thank you again father.”

 Jase, Boin, Jayson, Kian, Daniel…..Remember that story. That’s the story of your dead grandfather. That’s the story of the two of us. I was so shocked from hearing it, and was even more when Uncle Sam was smiling to someone behind me while saying, “He is always watching us.”

                                                                      -THE END-