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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Curious Gazes

prompt: [CEO!Harry] four times harry has been spotted by employees being very unlike his demeanor at work.

word count: 4.3 k

warnings: harry is an asshole to everyone but is wife and baby.

**** <-- click for visuals throughout the story. ( because i love showing off how dumb rich harry is - i mean he’s a billionaire ffs)

notes: thanks so much for the love on the first part. I will be writing quite a bit for this trope. the next addition will be all smut. love you, enjoy.

PART ONE

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RESERVATION RUN-IN

Harry has over a hundred-thousand full-time employees. He has nearly ten-thousand at his London office at all times. The skyscraper was beautiful with clear glass, a reflective grey tone, and the structure screamed modern. It has eighty-three floors.

So with that being said, Harry does not know even one third of the people who work in the building nor does he want to. He couldn’t pick them out of a line-up if he tried.

However, having so many employees in the city means his staff members are bound to catch sight of their boss pretty often outside of the office.

Sarah, Lucielle, Jack, and Anya - all from the customer service department of Styles Media and Marketing Inc. - are all out to dinner. They decided to go all out and dish out a hefty amount to eat at Il Nascondiglio Segreto. It was a reservation they had made nearly a month ago.

As they’re enjoying their appetizer, Lucielle nearly chokes on her oyster, “Holy shit. It’s Harry,” She whispers, nodding her head in the direction she was staring with bulging eyes.

They all can’t help but turn subtly, a perfect vantage point from where they’re sat right across the way from the group of employees. Their boss was dressed in a bit more casual - not by much - attire than he’d worn to the office earlier that Friday afternoon.

He had an open blazer with a white, nearly see-through button up. Their eyes nearly jumping out of their skulls when they spot his butterfly tattoo sitting on right below his sternum. Jack’s hawk eyes catch that he has a name in cursive on his left pec.

Plus his normal tailored suit trousers were replaced with tight skinny jeans that hugged his crotched - making it unmistakable that he was well….endowed. Hair was no longer as styled and curled. Laying more carelessly on his shoulders. ****

But what was the most absurd thing they saw him wearing was a smile. His lips were curled up in a large, white grin that was big enough to cause little wrinkles around his eyes.

His hand intertwined with his wife’s until they arrived at their table, pulling out her chair for her, landing a soft kiss on her cheek before sitting down in his across from her.

He automatically puts an open palm halfway across the table and his date places her’s right on top of it. Her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the low lighting in the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table.

The group had never actually seen the women they deemed Cruella Deville. They had envisioned his wife with bleach blonde hair, fake tits, and fish lips complimented with botox that made it so her forehead didn’t move.

But they were met with a beautiful, natural one instead. She had gorgeous curled locks trailing down her back, light neutral makeup with normal sized lips, small creases where they should be.

Her body was natural as well, breasts pushed up in a bra but obviously not manufactured by the way they sat, a bit of a pouch around her midsection - a telltale sign from her recent pregnancy, and a radiant smile to match her husband’s.

They looked so happy and in love.

She was dressed short, polka-dotted black dress with a pair of simple black shoes. She complimented with with a bright red lip which stood out against the dark fabric. ***

It’s not that they didn’t look like a match - she was absolutely stunning. It just wasn’t who they imagined for the boss they despised ninety percent of the time.

The group can’t keep their eyes off the couple - subtly, of course - for their whole time at the restaurant.

Harry was laughing loudly - different sound than when he laughed without a humor at bumbling, nervous employees.

It was light and higher pitched - but still gravely low; smooth like honey as his wife matches his laughs.

At one point, after their meal arrives - Harry offers her a spoonful of his food, playfully complaining that she took too big of a bite - but then immediately offering her more right after.

When she excused herself to the bathroom, Lucille catches Harry’s sneaky hand reaching out to give her backside a quick grope which earns him a warning glance that has him snickering.

Anya who was in the restroom nearly runs into her, Y/N apologizes instantly, “I’m sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you alright?”

Anya nods, a bit at a loss of words, talking to Harry Styles' wife, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“I swear I have two left feet,” Y/N jokes, complimenting her dress before disappearing into a stalls. A completely lovely girl.

It’s pathetic but the group lingers around to watch their boss’s full dinner date. It was creepy but they were just so stunned at the man that was sitting by them.

The couples behavior had turned more flirty by this point, Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering at little bit more at her husband, her giggles flowing more often with licks to her lips.

By the clenched fist on the table, Harry seems to be falling prey to the teasing.

But when his wife whispers something - that must have been filthy - and leans forward so her cleavage is displayed more, Harry’s pulling out his wallet, pulling an absurd amount of bills out and throwing them carelessly on the table.

Y/N’s eyes are twinkling in victory as her husband stands and helps her out of her chair - ever the gentlemen.

It doesn’t seem very gentlemen like though when his hand comes to the very lowest point on the small of her back - pushing her into him. He leans down to murmur something into her ear before landing a damp, way too intimate for public kiss to her jaw and then throat.

In turn, she looks up at him with a mischievous tilt of her lip and a challenging raised brow. You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

Y/N lifts up on her toes to kiss him before grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the establishment quickly - his eyes glued to her bum the whole time.

Jack breaks the bated silence, with a bewildered chortle, “What the fuck was that?”

Sarah sips her wine, “Maybe he has a twin? Like a good twin? And he’s the evil one.”

They all laugh and finish up their desserts.

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MOTHER’S DAY SHOPPING

Kasey and Tom - from Human Resources - are out for the day. It was a week before Mother’s Day and they were both scrambling for a gift at the shops.

Harrod’s was nearly empty as they had came in a few minutes after the store opened. Kasey had gotten distracted from her mission and was trying on shoes.

There was a 40% off sale and she wasn’t passing that up.

Tom had wondered off to the electronics department very soon after the first five shoeboxes arrived next to her chair.

“Pink!” Kasey hears a high-pitched baby voice squeal with utter delight. She looks up to see a curly haired toddler pointing at a pair of pink baby shoes.

The little girl had the cutest denim dress on with white stripes ***, white tights on, and white Mary Janes. When Kasey looked closer she realized the Gucci emblem was on the dress - holy shit, she didn’t even know Gucci made baby clothes.

“Daddy, please?” The toddler asks in a sweet, small voice looking to the approaching man who scoops her up in the crook of his elbow.

“Ivy, y’can’t run away from daddy. Do you understand me?”

Kasey’s eyes widen as she recognizes that deep, raspy voice. It was her boss, Harry Styles, and with his little mini who looked like a cherub angel.

“No run, daddy,” Ivy grins up at him, looking for approval.

The slightly stern look dissipates from his face into a softer, relaxed smile at his daughter’s words. He kept her close against his chest.

“Daddy, please?” She piques up again, pointing at the small shoes on the wall.

“Y’want those shoes?” Harry asks, nodding towards the pink sneakers.

Ivy nods before pointing at the other shoes next to it, “All, please?”

Despite her father not having any manners in the slightest, his daughter seemed to have excellent etiquette.

Harry chuckles, smoothing a stray curl down from her forehead, “Y’want a pair of all these shoes?”

Ivy nods with wide doe eyes and one of her dimples popping in her left cheek.

“Y’mother’s going to kill me,” Kasey hears Harry mutter before waving a sales associate over.

“Good to see you, Mr. Styles - I’m Tracey. What can I help you with?”

Of course they knew him by name. He was by the looks of it one of their most appreciated customers, figuring he rarely wears the same thing twice.

“Can I please get a pair of all these shoes in a toddler’s size three? And can you please ring them up for me? Thank you,” Harry asks, his voice taking on the executive and firm tone with the associate who nods and turns on her heel.

“Daddy? Kissy?” The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek and she’s puckering her pink lips.

“Yes baby,” Harry obliges, giving her a peck before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. He tugs down her dress that’s ridden up in true parent fashion.

As they’re waiting, Harry continues to talk to his daughter, “Y’know pet, we came here to shop for mumma for mother’s day. Y’always manage to get something out of it, hmm?”

“Mummy?” Ivy squawks, repeating her father’s word.

“Yes, mummy. I think she’s really going to like the necklace we picked out,” Harry taps at her nose, his eyes just read love and amazement for his little girl.

Kasey was dumbfounded.

This man had literally stormed into their offices yesterday, frustration seeping into his loud tone as he asked the room of employees if it was a lady's brunch club or a place of employment when he hadn’t gotten a report on his desk at a certain time.

They’d all stuttered and apologized but Harry had already slammed the door of his way out - the doorframe shaking. A nasty email being sent to their inboxes mere minutes later.

“Mr. Styles? We are out of two of the pairs,” The saleswoman appears and tells him, tablet now in hand.

Harry’s voice is calm but he looks her dead in the eye, “Do you not know how to ship them to a house? I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

She begins to apologize, pulling up a page of her tablet, “Your total comes to £6,309.45 for the shoes.”

Kasey’s eyes nearly pop from her head at the total but Harry merely blinks and states, “Charge it to my Amex on file.”

“Would you like me to add on the items you picked up downstairs? That would bring your total to £ 213,088.79. The necklace *** will be shipped within the next two weeks and will need to be signed for at your doorstep by an authorized person of your choosing, they’ll need to provide identification to certify their identity.”

“I need the necklace by next Sunday- it’s my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift to her mum - hence the pink diamonds,” Harry states to the woman like she’s stupid.

Did that woman just say that amount? And did Harry not even bat an eyelash at it.

Kasey’s brain couldn’t really comprehend it.

“Expedited shipping on this item would be…” Tracey looks down at her tablet and taps a few buttons, “It will be an extra £3,219 for expedited shipping as it’s coming from Swittzerland.”

Harry is distracted for a moment as Ivy is wriggling until Harry puts her down. Kasey didn’t see that he had a plush doll tucked in between his jeans and belt on his back.

“Baby doll,” Ivy pokes at her father’s thigh, too short to reach her toy.

Harry tugs it out and hands it to her, “Stay right here, Vee.”

Ivy unceremoniously plops on the ground next to her father’s leather boot while he confirms the purchases and signs off on them.

It was cute - the plush baby doll she was playing with was ratty, worn, and very visibly loved. It seems as if it’s been her favorite toy for a while.

After finishing up with Tracey, Kasey sees him slip her a few bills for her trouble and lugs Ivy back up onto his hip.

“Shake, daddy?” Ivy lisps hopefully, green eyes sparkling up at her father’s.

Harry lets out a chuckle, “No, baby. It’s only ten in the morning, y’can’t have a milkshake. Let go home, maybe mumma will make us some blueberry pancakes if we give her lots of kisses?”

“Mummy,” Ivy agrees happily, her plush held tightly against her chest.

“She’s going to love your gift, darlin’, even though y’the best gift we’ve ever got,” Harry murmurs lovingly, pressed a warm kiss to his daughter’s cheek.

Tom has wandered back to the shoe department, eyes unfortunately meeting his boss’ right away - widen with surprise.

Harry’s eyes narrow when he finds Tom staring, “Can I help y’mate?”

“Uh-no! Sorry, just, erm, I work for you?” Tom stutters stupidly at his annoyed employer who currently has his toddler trying to pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head.

“Then I’d recommend, if you’d like it to stay that way, you mind your own damn business,” Harry bites out with a warning tone, unnecessarily rude.

Ivy doesn’t seem bothered, delighted when she tugs the shades off his head and attempts to put them on. She begins huffing as she struggles and Harry gently takes them and slides them on for her.

Tom nods, still baffled, and scurries over to Kasey.

They both glance back when their boss isn’t looking. He hears him murmur softly, “Let’s go see mummy.”

“Pancakes?” Ivy chirps, looking at her dad for confirmation.

“Anythin’ for you, my little love,” Harry agrees, starting to walks to the elevator to the entrance of the store.

Tom and Kasey look at each other with unexplainable expressions as they watch their asshole of a boss clearly wrapped around a toddler’s finger.

—-

THE PARK

“Hi! Is anyone sitting here?” Savannah hears from beside her on the park bench.

She looks up to see a beautiful, young woman looking to be around her age looking at her expectantly. She has a backpack on her shoulders and a curly-haired toddler on her hip.

“Nope! You’re good!” Savannah replies kindly, moving over to make room on the bench for her to sit.

“Awesome, thank you. I’m Y/N and this is Ivy. Say ‘hi’,” Y/N prompts her daughter with a nudge.

Ivy puts on a beaming smile, white little blocky teeth on display, “Hi.”

“I’m Savannah and the little brunette boy in the green shirt is mine - his name’s Flynn.”

“Tell her how old you are, baby,” Y/N smiles, always trying to get her daughter to socialize as much as possible.

“Two!” Ivy giggles before impatiently squirming, “Mummy, play.”

Y/N laughs, “Just as impatient as your father. Go on, stay where mumma can see you, please.”

Ivy nods before speeding off towards the little jungle-gym to automatically start playing with the little group of kids.

“I wish I had their energy,” Y/N sighs, tugging a water bottle out of her backpack.

Savannah was obsessed with everything gucci - even though she couldn’t afford anything - so when she spots the flashy bag, she can’t help but ask, “Is that a custom Gucci monogram multipack?”***

Y/N takes a sip before answering, “Yeah, my husband gave it to me as a gift on ‘national stay at home mum day’ - which I don’t even think is a real thing. He just knows I’ll chew him out if he buys me things like this without reason.”

They both laugh, Savannah can’t help but glance over the woman a little bit closer. She had a ratty, vintage tee on, plain black leggings, and a pair of black Nikes on - nothing that screamed over the top.

But then she spots the engagement ring *** on her finger. Savannah thought it looked so extravagant it almost looked fake. But the way the faucets reflect so magnificently in the sunshine makes her sure it’s real.

“What was that?” Savannah snaps back, realizing she hadn’t heard what Y/N was saying - too busy deciding how much money she had which wasn’t right when the girl was being so friendly.

“Oh, just - do you know any mum groups around here? I was in a group but all they liked to do was gossip and bitch. And I think Ivy heard the word ‘cunt’ one too many times from them.”

Savannah barks out a laugh, Y/N turns out to be extremely funny and friendly. She has a bit of a foul mouth and a quick wit but is a good listener.

“And so I said to the dude -“ Y/N cuts off when her phone rings, digging it out and answering, “Hi H, yeah. The one with the big purple slide, okay.”

When she hangs up, she tells her new friend, “My husband is stopping by really quick. He has a business dinner later and won’t see Ivy before her bedtime. Or me before my bedtime,” Y/N laughs.

“That’s so nice of him!” Savannah says, knowing her husband enjoyed when everyone was asleep by the time he came home. Would never go out of his way like Y/N’s husband would.

Y/N says with a smile in her eyes, “Yeah, he’s really good to us.”

They continue to chat until they hear a loud engine revving into the car park, Y/N rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course, he brings the loudest car today.”

A vintage car swings into a spot and Savannah nearly gasps at who exits the car and begins to stride towards them. No one other than her boss.

The man who had her doing her job by the book and when one hair fell out of place he knew right away.

The man who she avoided at all cost possibly - taking the stairs so she doesn’t have to be in the elevator with his intimidating presence.

It took her a minute to connect the dots. Y/N was married to Harry? Harry was Ivy’s dad? It through her through a loop - Y/N was just - so nice.

But it does explain all the gucci and the massive diamond ring. She did happen to work for a fucking billionare. Y/N didn’t come off as a billionaire or a billionaire’s wife.

‘Holy shit, this is wild,’ Savannah thought.

Harry makes his way over to the bench, Y/N standing up to hug him. Harry kisses her softly with a large palm coming to slip under the back of her shirt to rub at her bare back.

Uh - this man was being loving and affectionate? Proving all Savannah's preconceived notions about him wrong. Mostly that he was a robot.

“Hi darlin’, have a good day?” Harry asks his wife, still holding onto her and tugging her into his side - looking to Ivy who was obliviously - playing on the swing.

“Mmm, don’t want you to go tonight,” Yn/Ngroans dramatically, squeaking when Harry playfully pinches her side.

“Tell me and I won’t go,” He murmurs with surprising sincerity against his wife’s cheek, smiling when Ivy lets out a loud, carefree giggle with her new friends.

“Oh! I’m being rude. This is Savannah, Savannah this is my husband Harry,” Y/N introduces the two, unknowing of their connection.

Savannah swallows harshly and gives him a timid wave, “Hello.”

Harry shows no recognition that he knows her but gives her a curt nod and rasps out a “hello.”

Y/N rolls his eyes at her husband, patting his toned stomach, “He’s always a little crabby after work,” She jokes as he smirks at her - he’s rarely ever crabby with his wife and they both know it.

After work? How about from the time he stepped foot through the lobby doors everyday? He only had one mode at work - crabby.

“It’s ok-“

“Daddy!” A squeal interrupts them, a blur of brunette curls crashing into her father’s legs - full force with excitement.

Harry is bending down and tucking her into his arms for a hug, “Hi baby, y’bein’ so good for mumma?”

His tone had shifted into a low, relaxed drawl that Savannah had never heard. His words are kind and caring towards his daughter.

“Good for mumma,” Ivy parrots her father, dimples popping as she pushes at Harry’s face when he attacks her with kisses.

“You taste so good I could eat yah!” Harry growls playfully, Ivy giggling delightedly at her fathers antics until her cheeks are flushed pink with laughter.

“Swings, daddy,” Ivy motions with green doe eyes. Grass and mud stains the outfit her mother had dressed her in - cute striped overalls with a white tee underneath *** and little sneakers ****.

“Oh dove, I wish I could. I have to go back to work,” Harry frowns, his thumb coming to caress her sweaty cheekbone.

Her brows furrowed and her full pink lips turned down - Savannah has to contain a laugh by how much she looks like her father with the displeased grimace on her face.

“No, no, Daddy,” Ivy argues adamantly, her eyes brimming with sad tears.

“Vee, c’mon, my love. I’ll be home later,” Harry soothes, starting to rock her from side to side to calm her.

But Ivy is in her terrible twos and doesn’t like the word ‘no.’

Y/N comes up to her husband’s side, tucking a hand into his back pocket to rest.

“Ivy Elizabeth, we need to let your father go. Come to mummy now, please,” Her mother asks in a soft but firm tone.

“No!” Ivy absolutely shrieks with a awfully high pitch, “No mummy, daddy swings!”

The couple shares a look before Y/N is gathering her backpack on her shoulder, looking back to Savannah, “Hey! Text me, it’s about nap time for this one.”

Savannah agrees and gives them both a wave off as Harry totes his tantruming toddler to a sleek, teal SUV. It takes her a moment to scoff internally - off course it’s a Bentley ***.

And because Savannah can’t help but be nosey she googles the price of the car and quickly locks her screen when she sees the base price is £ 210,000.

Harry is planting little pecks on his daughter’s face and murmuring to her until her tears have dried up and she’s laughing at her dad once again.

After Harry straps her into the car seat and shuts the door, he gently pushes his wife back against it. His body is crowding hers, arm over her shoulder against the car.

The talk for a moment before Harry’s ducking down to pull a few kisses from her lips before she’s giggling and pushing him off.

Savannah couldn’t wait to tell the old women at in her customer relations department tomorrow.

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THE GAME

Cassie didn’t mind Harry actually. She made his coffee nearly every morning and she secretly knew he was the one who left those hefty tips.

She’d fumbled over his orders a few times when she’d started and apologized profusely but Harry had just looked up from his phone and said, “S’fine.”

Yeah, that’s not much but compared to some of the horror stories she hears, but she was grateful for another reason.

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One day he had found her crying in a empty corridor that he used to walk to his car at the end of his day.

“Y’alright?” Her boss asks gruffly, pausing to look down at her - no clear emotion on his face.

Cassie nods sheepishly, “M’sorry, I’m just really stressed out.”

Harry’s eyes flash a tad darker, “Is Carole giving you trouble?”

Carole was her manager.

“N-no. I got declined for my school financial aid. If I don’t come up with the money I’ll have to drop out. I-I have a son and I do-don’t have the money to go without help.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, rustling into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out something - a checkbook.

He clicks the pen and moves his hand quickly across the pad before ripping it out and handing it to her, “Good luck and use the extra on your family. Don’t go spreading it around that I did this.”

Cassie goes to thank him or refuse it but when she looks back up from the check he’s already striding away down the hallway away from her.

She lets out a loud sob as she sees a check written for £150,000 right in front of her.

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Cassie still works at the Starbucks part-time while attending college with the help of her secretly kind boss.

The extra money she’s stowed away in an education fund for her son after he graduates.

Anyways, she was at Man U football game that she got invited to with her boyfriend - Jacob. His dad won tickets for box seats from his work in a raffle.

Cassie soon realized that their box was right by the Styles Media and Marketing one. The way they were placed, she could see right into their area.

It was just Harry and a woman in there.

They were obviously a couple and this was the Cruella Deville. Cassie didn’t refer to her as that as she had a bit of a different perspective of the man.

His wife was sipping on a water bottle and cheering loudly with the rest of the fans. Harry watched her with amusement at her excited behavior, at one point pulling his photo out and snapping a picture of her.

When the exciting bit is over, she seats herself on his lap and wriggles until her back is against his chest - comfortable and cozy.

His large palm comes to cup at her stomach, Cassie now seeing that she is clearly pregnant as he cradles the noticeable bump protectively.

For most of the game, his hand never leaves her belly - rubbing circles with his thumb. His head came to rest on her shoulder to watch the game.

They seem so happy together - giggling and talking animatedly throughout. His wife constantly tilting her head back with her lips puckered requesting kisses that Harry happily supplies each time.

At one point, Cassie witnesses Y/N eat two huge corndogs in a row while her husband watches her with humor in his eye. Then goes on to order her a massive spool of candy floss that he feeds her throughout the game.

It was a late game and it was now in overtime. The clock reads nearly eleven at night. Harry’s wife has dozed off against his shoulder and when he notices he gently rouses her.

As she blinks her eyes open, Harry shucks his jacket of his shoulder and helped her slip it on. They must decide to call it a night because he’s helping her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and guiding her out of the box.

Cassie never tells anyone that she saw him that night or what he did to help her family.

The End.

Hope you bubbbies enjoyed. Send me requests for this verse. Smut is up next for this trope.

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Space Crazy

Soulmate Au- Poe Dameron x Fem!First Order reader

Summary- when you’re close to meeting your soulmate you begin to see flashes of shared actions. No matter where in the galaxy either of you are. The closer you are physically, it all gets stronger, you get their same injuries and at times hear what they hear. The only questions are who they are and how does it stop?

A/N- my first soulmate Au and yes this idea is based of tik tok, don’t judge okay? Let me know what you thought and if you want a part two?!

Warning- talk of death, angst, fluff?? Soulmate au

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It happens out of a sudden and can happen anywhere when you’re doing shared actions. It’s a glimpse, a flash of a second. One second you’re doing something, seeing your own surroundings and then, BAM, you see a different place, different faces and feel the presence of your “soulmate”.

It’s BS. Everyone’s just space crazy. They’ve just breathed in too much artificial air. It’s not real.

How can someone see what someone else is doing? Or have the same wounds as they do? Or hear songs one another hears? It can’t be real…

“Hey, L/N good morning.” A fellow pilot named Xam greeted.

You groaned as a response and plopped yourself around the table, taking a long drink of your water and quirking your eyebrow questioningly as Xam’s eyes studied your face. Once you swallowed your water, you set your cup down and questioned his staring. “Yes?”

“What happened?” He asks.

You blink, “what do you mean?”

Xam points to his cheekbone and the side of his temple, gesturing to what was supposedly on your face without actually touching you.

Your eyebrows knot in confusion and you lift your hand to touch what Xam had pointed out, wincing as soon as the tip of your fingers touched your sudden wounds. “What the hell?” You snatch the clean spoon from your plate and bring it up close to your face, trying to see what hurt, but all you saw was a distorted reflection of yourself. Ultimately seeing nothing, causing you to stand from your seat and quickly throw your excuse in the air before you rushed to the refresher. Rushing to come before the mirror, your eyes widening and a gasp escaping your lips as you saw a new, red bruise on your cheekbone, followed by a throbbing small cut. “What the? How?” You turn your head slightly and see a bigger wound on the side of your temple, “how?” Your gaze narrows and you take a step back with your lips parted and your mind wandering faster than Lightspeed on the possibilities of what could’ve happened.

Maybe you hurt yourself while sleeping?

But your face? Sure you’ve bruised your legs sometimes without knowing, but never your face. Plus you’re a pilot, it’s rare to get your face hurt. So, what the heck?

You walk out of the refresher rubbing your cheek with your mind deep in thought, hardly paying attention to those around you or where exactly you were going. Not until you found yourself back in the same table as before, barely catching what the group of pilots gathered around were talking about. “Did you guys see the resistance pilot that Ren brought in?”

“No.”

“Well I did. Not a threat at all. All space talk.” Xam remarks cockily before his attention went on you, “you doing okay, L/N?”

You shrug and take a long drink of your water before swallowing and answering, “I don’t know. I might be dying, who knows?”

Your co-pilot Doja scoffs and leans in with a smirk, “or you know what they say, your soulmate could be close. The closer they are, the stronger everything gets.”

You huff, “it’s not true.”

Doja shrugs and moves to her previous spot, “Sure it is, my previous commander began hearing stuff and getting injuries out of nowhere. Turned out it was because her soulmate was on the same fleet and found her the next day.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head as you bring the fruit to your lips and open your mouth to take only one bite before your comms went off calling you to rush to your TIE’s—“great. No days off.” You whine whilst you and the rest of your friends quickly push yourself off your seat and hurry to your hanger. Doja throws you your helmet to catch it, both your attentions stolen by the voice of your commander.

“The resistance scum escaped in a TIE with the help of a traitor, we have orders to take it down. No taking prisoners.” Your commander explained with a detectable smug smirk on his lips. “We got this team.”

Doja hits your arm and offers you an encouraging thumbs up before she puts her helmet over head and hides her shaved purple hair and runs off to hop onto guns while you hop onto the pilot's seat.

“Soulmate talk for later.” Doja teased as she closed the cockpit and you started the engines to quickly fly off the hanger, entering the dark void of space that was lit by the red bright colors of blasts shot from the ships and accompanied by the big beige planet called Jakku in the distance.

You ignored her comment and didn’t plan on talking about it for later, using this distraction as a form to “forget” about the subject. Albeit it wasn’t forgotten like you would’ve liked as suddenly it hit you once again while you were flying. A sudden flash that made you stall, peeling your eyes and taking in shallow shocked breaths, noticing as the vision passed what appeared to be the inside of a TIE; the inside was dark, the same red blasts that flashed outside your ship, flashed there, whoever you were seeing. You also saw a pair of hands, gloveless, unlike yours or your squadron….unless you didn’t notice, you weren’t exactly paying attention who was or who wasn’t wearing their gloves, so it could be one of them….right? But...it was fake.

All of it. It was just you going space crazy—

“Y/N! Hey! Focus, we got the stray TIE dead ahead, just fly us close and I can shoot it down!” Doja shouts, breaking your train of thought and completely losing that weird flash of the vision you just had.

You blink and nod hesitantly, “yeah, got it.” Boosting the engines the ship races forward faster, making it come only inches away from the stolen TIE, making you swiftly maneuver past it, almost scraping against the ship as it suddenly turns to try and fly away when the pilot notices you. Doja is shouting something in her seat, celebrating the success of her hit and trying to include you until it happens again. Only this time more vividly and longer. This time you see whoever it was looking back to see only a white armored shoulder, there were no faces, or sound, just vivid flashes of their surroundings, of the controls and of the Planet before you.

The suddenness of it made you freeze, but still mindlessly fly the ship, gasping as it kept going for a moment longer. Getting a warm and familiar feeling, a closeness, like something was trying to connect. All until a blast hit your wing and it all went away, red flashes blared in the ship.

“Oh shoot! Oh shit.” You began to panic as the ship was out of your control and you felt it free falling into Jakku. “Shit!”

“It’s okay!” Doja assured you in the same panic, “it’s okay I got a good hit too! Shot one of their wings, they’re done for!”

“Just like us!” You stressed as you tried to control the wheel, feeling it shake widely and seeing your life flash in your eyes, a different feeling than what you saw flash in your before. This one was terrifying and colder in a sense. Your panic heightened just like the beating of your heart, you knew what to do of course, eject; but that still didn’t mean anything, you could die all the same—“okay, Doja, eject! In 1. 2. 3!” Pressing the eject button, the cockpit door flew up and your seat ejected from the burning ship, throwing you out onto the planet to now slowly parachute down onto the blazing sands of Jakku.

Feeling a relief as you felt the warmth of the sun hit your face as you ripped the helmet off your head. You exhaled deeply and let it fall somewhere, looking back to see that you were floating down by yourself, Doja wasn’t with you, nor above or below. No. Quickly as you see you’re only a couple feet away from the ground you unbuckle yourself and let your boots touch the sand, running towards your crash landing, but suddenly stopping as it blew up and the power of the explosion sent you flying back.

Making you wish that you would’ve gone unconscious to have to realize later that your longtime friend and co-pilot was gone; to feel the pain of her loss that was much greater than any wound later. But it couldn’t be done, the pain hit as the blazing sun burned your skin. The only form of distraction as you pushed yourself up to your feet was seeing someone in the distance, seeming to be wanting to walk towards you but suddenly falling. Quickly without a second thought you ran towards the person, feeling new sudden pain all over your body that you knew you didn’t get from your landing. It was weird, but you shoved it away as best you could while you reached the person you saw was an unconscious man.

For a brief moment though, before helping him you studied him, slowly examined his face as he felt familiar, noticing the wounds on his face matched yours. Only he had fresh cuts in the same place you had bruises…..what a weird coincidence. Hmm—brushing the thought away you crouched down and reached to feel a pulse. Only feeling the tips of your fingers brush his skin before you ripped your hand away as some form of static shock shot through you at the slightest touch of his skin. “What the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes bounced from the spot on his neck you had touched and his face to check if he had somehow done that. Only he was still half dead, so it wasn’t him….weird…

Choosing to pass it as nothing, you again reached for his neck and finally managed to feel a light pulse under his tan and warm skin, finding it actually reliving that he was alive. “Okay, good.” You breathed as you stood up and looked to see how you could help him and bring him with you without having to drag him on the sand. Not seconds later, spotting a piece of debris from your ship's wing inches away; in a hasty pace you walked towards the debris and pulled it towards the man, having to grab one of his arms and drag him onto the long debris, the effort coming out as more of a struggle than you initially thought.

“Shit man are you made out of pure muscle or something, you’re fucking heavy.” You groaned as you somehow managed to get him on the piece of debris, using a dead strand of cord from your parachute to drag the man and the debris behind you. Not thinking of why you hadn’t just let him die under the sun. It was no choice to you like it would’ve been to the others, no matter if he seemed to be familiar or not, nor how much more you were sweating with your jumpsuit on under the scorching sun with no direction whatsoever as you dragged him with you. All that crossed your mind beside the unfortunate death of your friend and the subject of the supposed “soulmate” ordeal, was that hopefully they’d come look for you. Your squad or some part of The First Order.

Hopefully. Soon. Before the sun burned your skin completely, before you got lost the more you walked further into the depths of the Jakku desert. Before you also got lost with this handsome mystery person you now figured as you kept walking in silence was the prisoner who was helped by the stormtrooper. It was getting late, so hopefully they’d come soon.

Regardless of the hope, you kept walking until your arms and legs grew too tired and you stopped to take a small break, wanting a drink of water but having nothing but your imagination come up with the water you desired. Your saliva wasn’t even a help as there was no saliva to swallow, your throat was dry as this sand beneath your feet—“pfft…” you breathed out whilst you dropped to the floor and sat to take a break that didn’t last a second as the man finally shot up as he woke up, scaring the living shit out of you.

“Wh-what the hell?” He panted as his eyes found you.

You exhale deeply and grab onto your chest, “fuck man you scared me!” You drop your head in your hands and try and calm your breathing to what it once was, having to look up to black curly haired man as he asks another question.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

You blink and move your arms to unzip your jacket down to your waist before pulling your arms out and tying it around your waist, being left only in your tank top, which felt a hundred times cooler now. Thank the force.

Focusing on the man you finally answer him, “you’re in Jakku and I’m y/n. Who are you?”

His thick dark eyebrows furrow and he looks around as he stands up, wobbling a bit before he gains his balance. “How did I get here?”

“Uh,” standing up yourself, you narrow your gaze on him almost waiting to hear that his question was a joke. “You crashed here….are you okay? Maybe you should sit back down.”

“No.” He quickly interjected his eyes focusing on you and the jumpsuit you had on, his eyebrows only knotting deeper. “What...why did you help me?”

You shrug, “because I wanted to...cause I didn’t want to leave you to die. Being from The First Order doesn’t mean that we’re all heartless y’know?”

He breathed out deeply and nodded slowly, “sure.” before he kept studying you slowly, his eyes scanning your body until his deep brown eyes locked with yours, causing another sense of familiarity that made the both of you keep looking at one another to try and figure out what it was about the both of you that seemed so familiar and...peaceful? Looking at him, being close to him felt like it did when you were on the ship before you crashed; like something connected, like a piece of puzzle finally neatly fit in and finished the piece of art. His presence, the depths of his big brown eyes felt reassuring and peaceful...could it be?

No it’s fake. All fake….

Before much could happen you both looked away and looked at the sea of sand surrounding you, beginning to feel now, overwhelmed with all this sand.

“I was with…” he paused for a second before he continued, “I was with someone..a—”

“The stormtrooper? Yeah I’m sorry I didn’t see him. Seems you ejected and landed away from the ship you were on.” You look at him again, “are you sure you’re okay? You might have suffered through some memory loss and or a concussion. You should sit—”

“No,” he dismissed you quickly, his voice softer, not in a kind way, but in an upset manner, “we should get going before it gets dark.”

“We?” You questioned, your eyes wide, “you still want “someone like me” following you?”

He shrugs, “you helped me for some reason. Plus I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you didn’t.” You hesitated as he began to move forward, noticing him stop and look back at you to insist you to follow.

“Oh, okay.” Before you fell by his side you grabbed the piece of debris and brought it along with you, motioning him to grab the other end and hold it above you.

He smiled as he looked at you, “smart.” He complimented, making your smile grow like his as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’m not a pilot just because of my amazing skills.”

He scoffed in a lighthearted manner, “okay, sure whatever you say.”

Shooting him a side eye you seethed, “hey, we shot you down—”

“After WE shot you first!” He cut you off.

You scoff and turn to face, “okay, hot shot, what’s your best flying record? I’m sure you trained at some sort of academy. What’s your best score?”

He hummed as he thought, “uh, well my fastest is six minutes. Best score in the whole squad.”

You smirk and look ahead at the miles of sand, “five minutes and thirty seconds. I win. Beat that.”

From the corner of your eyes you caught him grinning before he finally revealed his name. “I’m Poe. Poe Dameron. You know you’re not so bad.”

You chuckle, “I’ve told you already, we’re not all bad.”

He nods and follows your line of sight, stopping as soon as he spotted something you did as well. A person in the distance on a broken down speeder—you brought your hand up as Poe did to block the sunlight from your eyes and as you did so, it happened again. The sudden vivid flash of the person in the distance.

At first you thought it was just you going crazier without some water and all this heat, but it wasn’t, what you were seeing was from someone else's point of view. Someone close that was easy to know. There was no one else around beside you and...Poe.

Slowly as he also realized the same thing the both of you turned to face each other, eyes wide and eyebrows knotted in utter disbelief. At first words stuck to your throat, only silent breathing coming out before the only word you both managed to say was.

“It’s you.”

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leswansong · 5 years

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Marichat May - Kitty Cats & Ballet Shoes

Day Three: Kittens

[ A03 ]

Marinette did all the research she could, a quick google search gave her almost all the information she needed. Chat Noir, somewhat famous jewel thief with a ten thousand euro reward for any information that led to his capture. News reports stated that Chat Noir had eluded capture many times, escaped from several of the police traps, snuck past million dollar alarm systems. He preferred to steal rare and unique pieces of jewellery, what happened to them afterwards no one knew because there was no trace of them ever being re-sold. Alya would be able to help her more but she really did not want to get her friend involved in such a delicate situation, maybe down the line once she was sure she had Chat Noir’s full trust then she could.

She wanted to tell someone. Alya, she loved her best friend but if she sent her a simple text like ‘Hey just met a jewel thief, how was your day?’ Alya would drop everything and fly back to France just to be on her doorstep the next morning to bombard her with questions, she would then try and catch Chat Noir herself, sometimes Alya didn’t know where to stop. She considered telling the police or even her teachers well… they wouldn’t be able to do anything, they only thing they could do was send the necklace back to its incredibly secure vault and then nobody would be able to see it, they would never let it out of its vault every again and The Nutcracker would lose its star attraction.

In the forty years that it had appeared in the production there were only a handful of photos of it so nobody knew exactly what it looked like, the only thing Marinette remembered about it was the way the stage lights bounced off of it when she was six. From the few photos and description online the necklace was small and when worn sat like a choker. It was made up of small white diamonds ranging from four to six karats all octagonal but what made the necklace so special was a rare 50 carat flawless pear-shaped pink diamond. Marinette fell in love with the necklace with only the description, there was no way she was going to let Chat steal it, the necklace deserved to be seen by the world not locked away.

Marinette was surprised Chat Noir bought her little story about revenge but even more surprised when he gave her something to do, she just needed to-

“Marinette!”

She snapped back to the real world, the entire cast was staring at her, she was missing something. Her eyes scanned the group, the opera singer standing in front of her all dressed up in her Athena costume, the other ballerinas in starting positions… Oh right, the ballet, quickly she entered her own starting position behind the opera singer playing Zeus.

Madame Aonso had an unorthodox way of teaching group dances to her ballerina’s, she preferred to have everyone together after about a week of teaching everybody the steps so she could see who was falling behind. she was like a mother hen to everyone but a fox to those that didn’t put the effort in, she was Marinette’s favourite instructor and had helped her get many of her previous small roles. The music started and Marinette waited for her cue before allowing her body to go through the hours of meticulous practice.

Marinette’s mind wandered back to the thief as she danced, he had texted a lot over the past few days, she tried to keep her distance from him but he was persistent, reluctantly and begrudgingly she gave in if only to earn a little more of his trust. His acted so… normal which threw her off, she had expected him to rarely text her and only ask if she had heard anything about The Nutcracker but no he asked about her day, sent her funny little bits of information and the strange people he bumped into. Slowly she learned a little bit about his life and it was interesting because it was so very different from hers. She twirled around a final time completing the dance.

Madame nodded her head, “Again!” she yelled.

Marinette bowed and shuffled back to her starting position, her eyes flicked up to the catwalk above her, he was up there leaning over the balustrade, bitting back a groan she started to dance again trying to push him as far as she could from her mind but that was impossible.

“Stop!”

She froze mid-step and only just managed to stop herself from stumbling over her own feet, Madame Aonso stepped up onto the stage and a feeling of dread bubbled up to the surface, she knew what was about to happen.

“You,” the woman’s turn voice boomed, she was pointing to a girl three down from Marinette, “dismissed,” tears fell freely from the girl's eyes and soon she was bawling her eyes out. The girl covered her eyes with her hands and ran from the stage disappearing out of sight.

Marinette’s heart broke for the girl, she looked new to the stage and this was most likely her first production but Madame Aonso’s word was law and if you were dismissed, you would quickly find that your role had been filled by someone else willing to put the time and effort in.

“Marinette!” Aonso practically yelled.

Marinette stepped forward out of formation, her eyes were fully focused on the teacher, their eyes meet and she held her breath.

“You’re free to go.”

Relief washed over her, she bowed her head and exited the stage. She looked up at the catwalk before she headed down the corridor to her small dressing room, it was empty which meant Chat Noir was already in her dressing room, taking a deep breath to mentally prepare herself.

She was really looking forward to having some time for herself but now that was off the table, she pushed open the door to her dressing room, Chat had his back to her looking down into something on her dressing table, she checked the hall then gently shut the door locking the two within. Curiously she walked over to him to see what had captivated his gaze, the corner of a large cardboard box slowly came into view. She frowned as she was a little confused as to why he would bring a cardboard box with him.

“Chat? Why did you-“ she moved to stand beside him.

“You weren’t answering my messages and I- I couldn’t leave them outside, I’m sorry I-“

She drowned out his apologises as she stared into the box, she hated herself on the spot because she could feel herself growing attached to the small litter of kittens. It was a problem she had always had, her poor parents had to deal with her constantly bringing home stray dogs, cats and the occasional bird.

“Chat… Please tell me you checked to see if their mother around before removing them from-“ He cut her off before she could finish.

“I did,” he assured him, “there was a lid on the box too and I’ll spare you the details on where I found them.”

She nodded her head in relief and reached in to pick up the only calico kitten out of the box. It looked barely over a month old, the kitten let out a small cry in her hands so she quickly put it back in with its siblings. Marinette looked at them one last time before letting out a sigh, years of her bringing home strays had taught her a lot and right now she knew there was no way that she wasn’t going to be able to keep them, they were too young to survive without their mother so they had to be taken to a vet.

Chat was going to hate that they had to go to a vet, the caring look he was giving the kittens said it all but he had to know.

“Chat… they need-“

“No.”

“Chat if they don’t they-“

“I said no.”

Why did he have to be so stubborn, she needed to get them to a vet, didn’t he understand that they won’t- ugh!.

“Chat, please,” she begged to try to get him to understand.

“I won’t see them again if they go,” a tear formed in the corner of his green cat-like eyes, she felt sorry to do this to him.

He wiggled his finger around in the box for a grey kitten that was trying to attack them, it was a cute sight.

“Chat… I need to take them…”

He reluctantly removed his fingers from the box and gently slid it across the small dresser to her, it was light in her hands, she adjusted her grip so that she was supporting its base.

She turned to the door but Chat’s gloved hand suddenly being placed on her arm, “Marinette.”

“Yes?”

“Text me when… when they-“

She gave him a small reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, they’ll be okay.”

He smiled back at her trying to hide the pain behind it.

Pausing in front of the door she looked down at the doorknob and back at the box in her hands, she tried to adjust the way she was holding the box but it was too large to fix under her arm.

Chat let out a laugh behind her, she guessed it must have been a funny sight, “here I’ll help you,” he offered, taking the box from her, “you need your gym bag too.”

“And I need to change my shoe’s,” she remembered staring down at her pointed shoes still on her feet.

“That too.”

She sighed and fell into her chair untying the ribbons that kept the shoes in place. Chat kicked over her gym bag for her, reaching in she dug out her old crappy white sneakers and then slipped them on to her still wrapped feet.

“I-“ Chat started.

She looked up at him, her fingers continued to tie her shoes, “what?”

“Your- Your feet,” he stuttered.

She looked down at them, sometimes she forgot that people didn’t know how much of a beating her feet went through while she danced, “you’ve never seen a ballet dancers feet before have you?”

He shook his head in response, “No, are- are you okay?”

She gave him a soft smile, “I’m fine thank you for your concern.”

“Are they normally like that?”

“Comes with the territory,” she explained.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she replied tying the final knot, “But I’m fine,” she said again trying to reassure him. She flung her gym bag over her shoulders, her ballet shoes were neatly stored away in it. Chat continued to stare blankly down at her shoes, “Chat?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” she told him while trying to slowly remove the box from his hands, he reluctantly handed it to her.

He didn’t seem to believe her but opened the door for her. She smiled at him again it was the only thing she could think of to not make it awkward between them as he started to escort her down the halls of the opera house.

There weren’t any people in the halls because they were all in a dance class or rehearsal but that didn’t stop Marinette from looking over her shoulders in concern.

“Marinette stop worrying, we’ll be fine.”

“And what happens if someone sees you?”

“I’m in costume,” he replied with a shrug.

She nodded her head, it was a believable lie.

From the few meetings and messages she had received from him he had struck her as a kind-hearted person, she wondered what had driven him to thievery. She would have to tell the police about him, that he was planning on stealing a priceless necklace but she didn’t have to tell them right now did she? His steal toed boots echoed off the bricked walls around her and lots of questions floated around in her head at that moment, questions she could just ask the masked man beside her but was too scared to pipe up, she wanted to know why he stole, what did he want the necklace and what was it all for, so many unanswered questions.

She stepped out onto the Paris streets, glancing behind her she found Chat wasn’t there, she didn’t hear him say goodbye or his boots leave her but then again she was self-absorbed in her own head and wasn’t exactly paying attention to the world around her. A massive gust of wind hit her and she set down and tugged on a thin jacket that had been in her gym bag, it would give her some relief from the cold, she also pulled out a spare shirt and placed it in the box with the kittens, they were immediately crawling and curling up in its warmth. Pulling her phone out of her pocket she googled for the nearest veterinarian clinic finding one six blocks away. She sighed, it was a little further than she wanted to go but it was the only one open at the time, placing her phone in the box so she could see the directions she picked up the box and headed down the street.

The sound of metal hitting what she thought was brick reached her ears, she looked to the rooftop for the source finding nothing, she frowned but kept moving forward towards her destination, the feeling of being watched stuck with her. She shook her head, she was overreacting over a small noise nobody was following her, they would have to be extremely good to at parkour to follow her plus in some places they would have to make some impossible leaps and bounds just to continue following her, it would much easier to follow her on the streets below.

Marinette pushed against the glass door with her shoulder to enter the clinic. The small waiting room was mostly empty apart from the receptionist and an older gentleman with a parrot sitting happily on his shoulder. She shut her eyes and sighed, opening them again she walked up to the reception desk and set the box down on the floor beside her.

“Do you have an appointment? the receptionist asked.

“No, I have some kitten’s their mother was a stray in my neighbour and she, unfortunately, got run over a yesterday morning, I knew that she had kittens and I just found them and I-“ she nervously explained.

She couldn’t believe that she was lying for Chat Noir right now, that no good thief had somehow managed to get her to lie, the one thing she hated doing. Ugh! Why was she lying?

The receptionist passed up a clipboard with paperwork that she needed to fill in, “Name, Address, Phone number, leave out what you don’t know and I’ll help you fill that in.

Marinette picked up a pen on a string and filled in her information she reached the field dedicated to her ‘pet,’ she was tempted to ask the receptionist how she was supposed to fill in this field but one look at the litter at her feet and her heart melted. They were all curled up against each other on the red long sleeved shirt she had put in, it was official she was just as attached as Chat was to them. She smiled and filled in as much as she could about them and handed it back. The receptionist quickly typed up the new information on the page.

“Someone should be with you in a moment.”

Marinette picked up the box and headed over to the seated area picking a seat on the other side away from the older man, she really didn’t feel like talking to the older gentleman. She sat down and quickly her phone was in hand, she sent a text to Alya telling her that she would be late to their weekly scheduled Skype call, Alya responded in mere seconds telling her it was okay and to message her when she got home. Her phone constantly dinged with panicked messages from Chat, she bit her lip unsure of how to respond so she eventually settled on ignoring him until after she had seen the vet but he eventually won, the constant chiming from her was slowly driving her crazy, she pulled the box up onto her lap and holding the phone steady she snapped a picture and sent it to him to try and earn a minute of peace. The messages stopped and Marinette leaned back in her chair letting out a sigh in relief, happy with the silence.

“Marinette?” a woman asked.

She looked over her shoulder in the direction of the voice, the woman was dressed in a magenta hospital garb, Marinette picked up the box and followed the woman into the sterile room.

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primatechnosynthpop · 5 years

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It was a relatively calm day in terms of traffic, which was a rarity to end all rarities at that time in the evening. This stopped being true very quickly as a blue Nissan Versa rounded a corner and barrelled down the road toward a comic book store. The screech of the vehicle's tires were nearly--although not quite--loud enough to drown out the Queen music it was blasting. As the Versa reached the comic book store, it pulled to a halt and a man in sunglasses stepped out.

As he walked in, the little bell on the door chimed, catching the attention of the shop's proprietor, who was currently lounging in a beanbag chair. He had been there for several hours now, or perhaps several days, depending on how long it took for dust to start gathering on someone.

"We're closed!" Hiro called out without looking up from his first-edition original-run Superman comic. "Go away!"

"It's me, Hiro."

"Oh!" Lowering the comic, Hiro glanced up to see Ando leaning in the doorway, hand in his pocket. "Ando-kun. What brings you here?"

Ando grimaced as he walked over to sit down beside Hiro*. As he turned to face him, Ando took off his sunglasses and tucked them in his jacket pocket, showing off his snake eyes. Hiro looked at him expectantly. As much as he may have secretly wished otherwise, Ando didn't usually drop by without a reason. He wondered if he was going to invite him out to dinner again, or perhaps he just wanted to get drunk and unwind in Hiro's backroom.

[* he pulled up a chair that certainly hadn't been next to the beanbag chair before, and most likely would no longer be there after he stood back up.]

"Well..." Ando hesitated for a moment, then let out a beleaguered sigh. "Armageddon is officially on."

Hiro blinked in surprise.

"It can't be time for that yet!" he objected. "Can't your side wait a little longer?"

Ando shrugged as if to say, "why not check the future for yourself if you don't believe me?"

"Well, can't you tell them to put it off?" Hiro persisted. "I don't want the world to end yet! What about all my comics? And--well, all the people and cities and everything," he added quickly. "Especially America. I must say, I've gotten rather attached to America."

"Oh, believe me, I know," said Ando. "It almost makes me think... hmm." He hummed in contemplation, brow furrowing slightly.

"What?" Hiro prompted.

"Ehh, it's nothing," Ando said, waving his hand dismissively. "Nothing that'd ever work, anyway."

At this, Hiro perked up. In his experience, there were a lot of things Ando thought wouldn't work that worked out just fine. Adjusting his glasses*, he leaned forward attentively to hear his counterpart's idea.

[* naturally, ethereal beings don't require any sort of eyewear, but Hiro opted to wear glasses because they matched his general disposition. At least, that was what he told the higher-ups. Truth be told, he kind of hoped his next corporation would have better eyesight.]

"Well..." Ando said, "I suppose we could always try to save it."

"Save it?" Hiro echoed. "The world?" His mouth quirked into a frown. "I'd love to, but... do you think Upstairs would allow it? They're very strict about following the course of destiny, you know."

"That's true," Ando acknowledged. He leaned back in his chair, a wine bottle manifesting in his hand. "Your side's uptight like that. No sinning, no questioning, no straying from the path of destiny..." He paused to take a sip of wine and shot Hiro a meaningful look. "...No comics, as you say. No waffles, either."

Right about then, a wine bottle appeared in Hiro's hand as well. He took a sip and reflected on what Ando was saying. Truth be told, saving the world did seem like a very exciting prospect. The superheros in his comics did it all the time, and they rarely saw any serious consequences for it. Still, if the world was supposed to end, then stopping it would be going against destiny.

"How do you know the world is ending, anyway?" Hiro asked. "Did you read it in a book of prophecy? Because those things are rarely accurate, you know. Except for the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Isaac Mendez, of course, but there aren't any copies of that left."

"Nope. No books of prophecy," Ando told him. "I know... because I just got back from delivering the antichrist."

Hiro's eyebrows rocketed up. "Really?'

"Yep. We gave her to the family of an American diplomat*. She's a very cute baby, really, apart from the fact that she's the spawn of satan."

[* as far as Ando knew, the baby swap had gone perfectly. A blonde-haired baby girl, whose new parents had named her Jackie, had indeed been delivered to the American diplomat. The other blonde-haired baby girl one room over, whose parents had named her Claire, was without a doubt a perfectly normal child and not the misplaced antichrist. Ando may or may not have been very wrong about this.]

"Well, if the antichrist is on earth, I don't see what we can do," Hiro said, his shoulders sagging. "I don't really want to kill her... I suppose we could just lock her away somewhere."

"Who said anything about killing?" Ando asked incredulously. "I just thought maybe we could provide some outside influence to her. Prevent her from growing up evil, you know?"

"Ohh! That might work," Hiro said. For a moment he perked back up, only to immediately slump back down again when he remembered his side's non-interference policy. "But Upstairs still isn't going to like it. We aren't supposed to get in the way of destiny, you know."

"How do you know what our destiny is if the only accurate prophecy book has been destroyed?" Ando countered. "Hey, maybe it's our destiny to interfere and protect the earth. It's about as likely as anything, right?"

Hiro stopped to think that over and to take a sip of wine. Outside the shop, cars drove by on the street as the sun sank lower in the sky. A bird cawed somewhere off in the distance. It was a nice city, and a nice planet, for that matter. Sure, there were other planets, but Hiro did like earth. He certainly didn't want it to be destroyed. And, well, if what Ando said was right...

"We'll do it, then," he decided, breaking into a grin. "Steer the antichrist onto the right path. Save the world!"

"Or try to, anyway," Ando amended.

Grinning, Hiro snapped his fingers. Somewhere many miles away, a diner in Texas suddenly had a table reserved for two.

"On that note, would you care for breakfast?"

"Angel, it's 5:30 PM."

"Not in America, it isn't," Hiro said. Laying his hand atop Ando's, he added, "Besides, I still owe you from... what was it, the Edo period?"

At that, Ando smiled. He laced his fingers through Hiro's--a typically wily demonic gesture--and lowered his sunglasses back over his eyes. Hiro snapped his fingers again, and the next moment, they were comfortably seated across from each other at the Burnt Toast Diner.

Throughout their meal, they built upon their plan until they were fairly confident in it. They were going to go undercover as a nanny and a gardener*, and they would each try to sway the antichrist toward their respective side. It was hard to tell how well it would work out, but Hiro, for one, was pretty optimistic.

[* Hiro called dibs on the position of gardener, not because he was particularly fond of gardens, but because he had no interest whatsoever in looking after babies, satanic or otherwise.]

In fact, as the night went on, Hiro became quite certain that the plan would work. Having it not work would mean armageddon, after all, and that was the last thing anybody wanted. How hard could it be, really? It all boiled down to simple cause and effect: raise the antichrist, save the world.

#i warned you about a hirando good omens au bro!! i warned you!#anyway i dont know if im going to continue this at all. probably not tbh. but i might!#heroes #primatech #good omens #hey did you know that i write stuff sometimes?

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pixietristy · 7 years

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Strangers to Lovers...

Summary: It all started with a chance of meeting this girl just outside her doorstep, once lost and now in the bathtub with Mia. Relationship: F/F Fandom: Original Work / Roleplay Logs

The sound of the wind howling all around her as she made her way through the dark woods alone, the coldness of the air teased her poor skin as she struggled to keep wrapped up in the only blanket that she carried. "This is bullshit," she muttered softly to herself as she soon shot glances here and there, searching for any kind of shelter while clinging to the blanket like as if it was a makeshift jacket. "I really should've packed warmer..." she whined as the blustering cold wind only seemed to tear right through her jeans and t-shirt, despite being clad in a zipped up vest also. However, between two oak trees ahead she spotted a soft yellow light in the center. "Life!" she cheered loudly in celebration as she sprinted towards what appeared to be a warmly lit cabin, she soon knocked on the door hastily.

The woman inside was currently busy hand feeding hazelnuts to the squirrels that were bouncing upon the duvet of her single bed, all until she heard a sudden knock at the front door. Who in the woodland could that be? The woman assumed that it could have possibly been the wind outside tampering with the wood of the door. She soon rose to her feet as she immediately started to skip through the bedroom to the lounge, with the thought that it could also possibly be a lonesome animal outside wishing to come into the warmth. Oh, stray animals were always welcome in her home! Nevertheless, as she unbolted the door and thus opened it, her emerald-hued eyes soon met with a young female. The woman slanted her head to one side as her strawberry-blonde locks followed with the motion, her expression rather puzzled as she observed this unfamiliar female standing before her. As for the blonde woman, her name was Mia.

"...Oh?"

Still struggling with her snuggle blanket, the wandering female soon greeted the other with a surprised look. "O-oh hey! Would it... uh... would it be a huge problem if I come inside for a little bit? I can't feel my toes anymore and I'm frightened that if I stand around here any longer they are going to fall off." she joked nervously, although feeling a tad guilty for bothering such a pretty woman during this hour of the evening. Her skin was pale white and completely colourless, as her lips already started to turn blue like the colour of her vibrant sapphire eyes.

"Of course, there's plenty of room inside, also other visitors!" Mia chimed cheerfully in response to the pink-haired female, fluttering her eyes shut as she beamed towards the other happily. "Come inside, I'll fix ye up a hot cup of cocoa if you'd like!" Mia added, shifting her form to one side as she pulled the door open along the way, enough for the other to step in.

The girl quickly hobbled inside, beginning to glance around. "Oh my goddesses, you're an absolute angel!" she complimented, still shivering and clinging to her thin blanket. "My cabin never had any heating and I didn't have wood to burn either."

"What, really? That's very unusual for cabins! Do you live in the woods? Don't tell me that you've been living in such a cold cabin ever since you were born..." Mia assumed, lightly covering her cherry-pink lips with her fingertips as she did so. "You poor baby!" Mia automatically thought that this girl had been living in poor conditions since birth, regardless of how drastic that seemed. Mia was a rather... idealistic girl. Mia approached the other, tugging her into a warm embrace as she caressed her shoulders some with her warm hands. "Well, I'm proud of you for making it this far." Mia was still smiling towards her, only for her gaze to wander somewhat towards the doorway and spotting yet another squirrel scooting its way into the lounge. "I see you brought company with you, too!"

The wandering female tried to get in between her words about how she has not been living in a cold and empty cabin since the day she was born, though she winded up having a difficult time trying to interrupt this blabbermouth as politely as she could. She just decided to keep quiet for the moment. She was immediately pulled into a warm embrace, now being pressed up against this cute woman's body and her apricot-coloured skin. She then glanced in the direction Mia was looking in. "Oh, a squirrel, shouldn't they be sleeping during this time of year?"

"I guess this place is like a strange wonderland, hmm..." Mia commented, "but then again spring is almost here, so maybe they're already out looking for food." Mia giggled, soon skipping towards the parade of counters situated at the west side of the lounge, beginning to pour water into a mug as she also scooped out a teaspoons worth of cocoa powder. "Do you want any sugar with your cocoa? I know some people like it sweet." Mia questioned, setting down the warm teapot once more.

Feeling the heat of the fireplace already beginning to embrace her, she soon unzipped her vest quickly, allowing the heat to tease her chest. "Uh, no that wouldn't be necessary, just like that is fine," she answered as she searched for a place to sit down, soon taking a seat onto the only divan within the lounge. "My name is Alecia by the way, you have a really nice place here!"

Mia approached the coffee table in front of the settee, soon setting the mug down onto the surface of the table for Alecia. "That's such a cute name. I'm Mia!" Mia chirped, still smiling so joyfully towards the other. "It's rare that I get any visitors here, well... people visitors." Mia giggled as she straightened her back, heading towards the front door only to close it gently. "So, how long were you outside for?"

"About an hour or so, although I wouldn't really know my way back to the cabin at this point," Alecia stated, feeling a tad embarrassed as she leaned forward and picked up her hot cup of cocoa. It was sweet for Mia to care for Alecia this much.

"Well, in that case, you're more than welcome to stay here for a while." Mia nodded some, as she placed the palms of her hands together close towards her chest. "You can stay here for the night if you want." Mia offered, the beam painted along her cherry-pink lips soon widened into a grin, enough to show her somewhat gappy teeth. Her teeth were her biggest insecurity, although she never paid much attention to them when grinning or talking.

The girl smiled right back at her, not even noticing Mia's teeth. Nevertheless, Mia was still beautiful to her no matter her flaw. "That sounds super cool! No pun intended." Alecia sips from her drink, already starting to feel warm inside. "I don't have any of my stuff with me like clothes, so I might have to go and fetch those at some point."

"I have some clothes that you could wear for the time being." Mia offered yet again. Despite wearing a pair of knee-cropped denim dungarees along with a basic cotton t-shirt and trainers, Mia's other selection of clothes were fairly more appealing than her current getup. "After your cocoa, would you like me to get the bath running for you?" Mia asked. "You must be freezing still!"

"A bath? A bath would be really nice actually, but you really don't need to spoil me like that. I don't want to bother you more than I have to..."

"But you need help, Alecia, and I'm willing to give you that help." Mia stated, "If I recall correctly, there's also supposed to be a blizzard throughout the night, so I'm happy to help you till the morning." Mia smiled towards the girl, her grin retreating back into a simple beam. "Anywho, time is ticking and I should get everything sorted!" Mia darted into the neighbouring room, her bedroom, dropping to her knees as she began to rummage through her clothes in the set of drawers before her.

Wow, she seemed really eager...

Alecia draped herself in her blanket once again, feeling really lucky to have met this wonderful person who was willing to take in a stranger and care for her throughout the night. With that, she patiently waits for Mia to come back or tell her the bath is ready while focusing on her drink. She had half a cup of cocoa left.

Mia picks out a basic sweater and jeans, a set of clothes that almost resembled the outfit that Alecia was currently wearing, Mia never wanted to give Alecia any clothes that she did not feel comfortable wearing. The moment she picked out an outfit, she placed the clothes in a neat pile upon the duvet of her bed before rushing into the bathroom to turn on the taps.

The squirrels might end up assuming the pile of clothes are a place for them to sleep...

After finishing the cocoa, Alecia rose from the couch and soon followed Mia into the bathroom. "Hey again."

Hot water was currently pouring from the tap as Mia soon squirted a few drizzles of soapy liquid into the tub, only for the water to begin forming bubbles. As soon as Mia heard Alecia behind her, Mia jolted a little with surprise, not expecting her to follow. "Your bath is almost ready by the way," Mia stated, still watching the water flow into the tub.

"Oh wow. you have a really nice bathroom." Alecia commented, strolling over to the bath and already feeling the warmth of the water as she kept herself snuggled up in her blanket. "Now I've got to think of a way to pay you back for all of this..."

"You honestly don't need to, I'm helping you because I want to," Mia admitted, glancing over to Alecia as she spoke. As soon as the bath was filled up to a certain level, Mia hastily turned the tap off and thus stopped the hot water from running, only to turn on the cold tap for a little bit enough to make the water nice and warm for Alecia. "Would you like me to leave you in here as you have a bath, or do you prefer company?"

Alecia shrugged. "Well, I don't see anyone else here, so if you want you can keep me company. But you don't have to if you don't want to," Alecia said as she began to undress, removing her shoes and then stripping out of her pants, now revealing her white panties to the other.

"I don't mind, really, I'll keep you company if you'd like that." Mia's smile soon coiled into a small smirk as she hummed softly at the sight of Alecia feeling more comfortable. Mia decided to strip out of her clothing also, stripping out of her dungarees and cotton t-shirt, now only left in her panties as well. "If you'd like, I could always join you in the bath." Mia winked, leaning over the tub as she soon turned off the cold tap.

Alecia blushed vibrantly as she gulped. "H-hehe.. well I'm not going to complain if a pretty girl like you wants to get naked with me," Alecia commented, stripping out of her vest and t-shirt before unhooking her bra and dropping it all on the floor. She stood up facing Mia with her small breasts now exposed, her pink nipples already erect from the coldness embracing her body.

"You really think I'm pretty?" Mia questioned as a vivid blush soon dusted her features, she glanced down towards Alecia's chest and noticed that her breasts were a tad bigger than her own. Mia was an a-cup, flat-chested although her nipples were perky and erect also. Mia soon tugged her panties down to her ankles, now revealing her shaven downstairs before hastily climbing into the bathtub.

"Of course you're pretty," Alecia giggled softly in response to Mia, soon ridding her own panties also. She was shaven too, mostly at least. there was still a small little bush right above the slit proving that her pink hair was her natural hair colour. She climbed into the bath with Mia, sitting opposite her as the bath was rather narrow in width.

Her hair reminded Mia of candyfloss for some unknown reason, although she never wanted to give a comment on it. Mia's gaze was now locked on Alecia's sapphires-hued eyes, as she found it difficult to stop smiling towards her. There was a chemistry between them that seemed to grow, but Mia was most likely becoming attached to Alecia due to helping her out. Mia has never had a person visit her before, only small non-human animals. Mia sat in the bath with her knees covering her breasts, although she soon loomed inward towards Alecia and planted a sweet kiss onto the beak of her nose.

"Uh... it's still a bit cold, do you think we could cuddle in the water? You know, share body heat?" Alecia questioned, really hoping to get closer to Mia. At the sudden kiss, Alecia shifted a little closer towards Mia, all until her knees started to straddle Mia's hips.

Mia swooped an arm around Alecia's torso, enough to pull her into yet another warm embrace upon her lap, though this time it felt more... loving. Mia hugged around Alecia's shoulders, even beginning to nuzzle her face into the side of Alecia's neck. It felt nice to have company, especially from another female.

"Is this better?"

"You're really affectionate, Mi-Mi.~"

"Am I?" Mia asked, still blushing with flattery. "I'm really not!" Mia doubted, in disbelief, although she felt honoured to come across as something loving towards this girl. Once stranded, knocking at her front door, and now this girl was feeling comfortable with her in her bathtub.

"How are you not? You're already the kindest girl I know, and I've only known you for at least an hour."

#shoujo-ai #yuri #lesbianism #literature #cute girls #random

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