#I started this only three days ago cause I almost forgot XD

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...well, I managed to get to literally JUST BARELY before the actual smut starts, so please enjoy this unbetaed 2k word teaser prologue of "demi/grayace Parker doesn't feel like she's Enough for Eliot without Hardison around, so he sets the record straight."

Set during The Hurricane Job, because who gives a damn if the ep is even OUT yet, am i right? XD

“Room 236.”

“What was that?” Eliot hums. His voice is muffled beneath the heavy, sopping weight of his jacket as he tugs the damn thing over his head. His shirt peels off right along with it, so he just shucks the whole shebang in the generic direction of his luggage. He’ll have plenty of time to see to it properly tomorrow - the storm will have them trapped at least another day. With a groan, he stretches out his bad shoulder. It’s not quite dislocated again, but it’s not quite right either. Two nimble hands sneak up from behind and flit their way over the shoulder blade, one bracing against the wet neck of his white tank top while the other presses swift and hard on the joint - and ‘pop’ goes the weasel.

Eliot flashes Parker a pained but soft smile through the old dresser mirror, but it falters when he catches her eyes peeking over his shoulder. There’s a look in them he isn’t familiar with, but doesn’t think he likes.

“Park-” he starts to turn around, but she manhandles him back away from her and shoves her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. No small feat tonight, they way the rain has soaked and damn near suction cupped them to his ass. “H-hey, woah, alright there darlin’, slow it down a bit,’ he chuckles, reaching back to feel for her, but she’s already hopping back and flashing a small, colorful rectangle at him.

“Room 236,” she repeats, flipping it around her fingers like a coin. Eliot frowns. They’re in room 225, just down the hall. They’d found what the crooked cops were after with time to spare, so there was nowhere left to search. Why then, would he still have a room key for-

Oh. He reaches back and pats the offending rear pocket, flushing as he remembers Marshall Shipp’s parting flirtatious wink and accompanying gentle smack on the ass as they’d parted ways a half hour ago. He hasn’t exactly been… discouraging her interest. It's felt good that women are still interested in him even as he’s put a few more miles on, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention - especially from someone as 'his type' as Maria.

Well, what used to be his type, at least.

He shoots a sheepish, apologetic grin at Parker. Maria’s ‘interest’ was quickly becoming ‘intent,’ and now Eliot needed to find a way to nip that in the bud sooner rather than later.

“Damn, I should’ve noticed the reverse lift,” Eliot clears his throat, toying with the edge of the pocket absentmindedly. “She must’ve slipped it to me after we completed the radio broadcast. I was uh, distracted by our success I guess.”

“Bet that’s not all she’d like to slip you,” Parker’s voice takes on a bit more of a playful tone for a moment. Cheeky, teasing. It feels like solid ground.

“Hey now,” Eliot teases back, starting to undo his belt, slow and deliberate, as he begins toeing out of his boots. “I can’t help that I still ‘got it,’ darlin’. I can think of a couple folks I know offhand that might like to, uh… 'slip me a little something' right now, 'specially since I'm properly alone with one of 'em for the first time since-” The only problem is, he forgot how damn difficult these boots are to get off on a good day, let alone when soaked through with salt water. Swearing under his breath, he abandons his attempt at being suave to sit at the end of the bed and fumble with the ties. He should know better than try to look cool for either of his partners nowadays. It never works out quite right, and he’s starting to get to the age where he doesn’t even see the use of that kind of posturing anymore himself. They’ve seen him at his worst already - mentally, physically, emotionally - so what would be the point, really? On top of that, he may make a fuss about his ‘cool points’ in front of Breanna, but he knows Hardison’s sneaky ‘dorkification’ process he's been slowly contaminating Eliot with over the last decade is almost complete. He's still drawing the line at DnD, but he doubts that'll last much-

“...or, if you wanted, you could go let her slip it to you.”

Eliot is too caught up in his own head to really register the suggestion at first. He's busy ruminating on how differently his younger self would be handling this whole situation - all smooth moves and hot edges, shucking off clothing with a kind of casual grace.

‘Yeah, those days have long passed,’ he thinks, hunched over and fighting the waterlogged leather of his boots with fumbling, aching fingers. He gets the first one yanked off his foot less than gracefully, wincing at his ankle’s unsubtle protest, before what Parker said finally processes.

Slowly, he sets his singular boot the side and shifts enough to face her. Parker’s tone didn’t hold any bitterness or bite, just nervousness and a bit of resignation. She isn’t looking at him, but out the window, arms wrapped tight around her midsection in a way he hasn’t seen her do in a while. She bounces restlessly on her heels. There’s a clear energy inside her looking to get out. The thunder rumbles lowly through the suddenly silent room, murmuring a warning through the curling reverberation in Eliot’s gut.

He starts out gentle. Easy.

“...now why would I wanna go an’ do somethin’ like that?” Sometimes it’s easiest to bring things to Parker head on, and she’ll respond in her usual stark, frank manner. Just lay it all right out in the open to be picked apart. This isn’t one of those times. Eliot can read that much in every restless tap, every rapid twitch of her eyes to some place else in the room, any place that isn’t him.

“She’s your type, isn’t she?” Parker’s voice is a higher register than it should be, but not quite into her panicking zone yet. That’s a start. “She’s badass, sexy… passionate.”

Eliot notices her leaning heavy on that last word, and frowns.

“So are you, Parker.”

“Not in the same way!” She turns a bit, still looking outside, but her arms unwrap from herself to gesture between them. “Not the same way you and Hardison are!”

It’s quiet for another beat. The white noise of the hissing rain against the window settles into the room with a steady, thrumming tension. Eliot doesn’t jump to demanding clarification like he might’ve done a decade ago, doesn’t snap and tell her to stop beating around the bush. He’s learned that Parker tucks away all the information he needs to understand in every phrase, no matter how inane or incongruent it may seem. So Eliot holds his tongue and chews on the words for a while.

“Me and Hardison, huh?” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and rubs his jaw in a performance of pensiveness. The movement draws Parker's attention and she finally looks over to him, following the back and forth of his fingers. He presses on, carefully. “Thought we were talkin’ bout me and the marshall. What’s Alec got to do with this?”

“Because he isn’t here!” Parker breaks, not enough to falter or crumble but enough to say what's on her mind before she can overthink it. "He isn't here and it's different! I can feel it! I'm not-" she fumbles her words for a minute, just waving between them again. "-all passionate about the whole sex thing like he is!"

There's that word again. Eliot knows where to go from here, at least. It's all about that word. He stands up, albeit a little awkwardly with one foot still in an inch high boot.

"Sure it's fun and I like it sometimes, but not like you two do! Alec balanced me out, could give you what you needed! I'm not… by myself, I'm not enough for… for y-..." Parker cuts herself before she can grow any more manic, bunching her face up and looking away again like she does when trying to stave off any waterworks before they can start.

Eliot can see her closing up again as her words fail her, but that's alright. What needed to get out made it out. He can take it from here. He hobbles over in his awkward, single-socked gait until he's close enough to take her shoulders in hand, but he doesn't pull her in for the hug. Not yet.

"Now I want you to listen to me, and listen good." Eliot makes sure his tone is firm, but gentle. Parker responds the way he'd hoped - still not looking, tilting her head down, but leaning toward him. Into his space. Receptive, and ready to hear him. "Yeah, it feels different. That's cause you and me? Are different from me and Alec. We're always gonna be. 'That makes us, us,' remember? Just like that's different from you and Alec. It's all part of 'us,' yeah, but it's… we got our own thing, Parker. And sure, we might like it best when it's all three of us, just because we love him so, so much, yeah?"

He lifts one hand from her shoulder and tucks a bit of hair back behind her ear, giving her a chance to respond if she wants. Parker murmurs a quiet "yeah," and steps in a little closer. Eliot tugs her in the rest of the way now, assured that she's open to the touch. She pillows her chin on the shoulder she fixed, and Eliot lays a light kiss to the outside of her ear before continuing in a lower voice.

"So… we miss him, when he's not here, and we don't have the 'all three of us' thing right now. That doesn't make our thing, the you and me thing, any less good. It doesn't- Parker, you're so much more than just enough for me. You're who I need... especially when we don't have Hardison. Don't ever doubt that."

"I'll try," Parker turns her head and mutters it into the crook of Eliot's neck, and he loves her all the more for it. It's better than any empty promise of 'I won't,' because he knows the honesty of it. Knows it's not just an empty platitude of 'I'll do it,' but the vulnerable admission of 'I want to, but don't know if I can.'

"That's all I ask, darlin'."

Because it is. That's all Eliot ever asks of her. To try. Never demands that she change, never insists she should be thinking of herself differently or more kindly than she does. Just that she tries to.

"Now. About this whole 'passion' thing," Eliot sighs, pulling back so he can do that thing he does to Hardison that Parker loves to watch him squirm under, but likes it a lot less when it's turned on her. That thing where he ducks his neck and tilts his head and looks up at her through his hair with that serious, intimate look that makes her want to run because he for sure can see all of her secrets like this but also want to sink deep into that comforting gaze and never leave it. "I don't know where you got this idea that you're not passionate from, but-"

"Yeah, but it's not-!"

"The same?" Eliot cuts off her half-hearted attempt at argument. "Course it's not the 'same' as us, Parker! You aren't us. So, you… you don't lose yourself in it the same way me and Hardison do, okay? Him and me, how we get high off each other, the way we act... so you don't do that. That's fine! That’s only one type of passion, darlin'. You can't tell me,” he lets his hands skim down Parker’s arms until they meet her own palms. “That the way you focus so damn hard on taking us apart - taking me apart…”

Eliot brings Parker’s hands to his hips, and her fingers start to fidget with the hem of his shirt. Anchoring herself with the ribbed texture of the tank. Starting to explore up his stomach the way Eliot knows that Parker knows he likes. She’d ferreted that one out of him ages before they’d even thought up this whole ‘you and we makes three’ train. He lets his voice go a little breathy, a little raspy, makes sure she notices how she's affecting him. “-the way you always know exactly how to do it, piece by piece, single-mindedly pulling me apart like a damn puzzle, Park… you can’t tell me that ain’t some kind of passion.”

“Yeah, but that’s just the same way I steal stuff,” Parker giggles a little, the familiar flutter of Eliot’s sides under her deft fingers grounding her and soothing some of the unease. He’s right about this. How she knows what to do with him. How good she is at it. But that’s not anything special, it’s just-

“Exactly, Parker,” Eliot is trying to walk them back toward the bed, but it’s not really working out well. Between his having only the one boot on and Parker actively seeking out the ticklish bits of his belly that make his knees go all wobbly when she scrapes her nails down them, it’s comical enough to startle another giggle out of her. Or it’s a sob. Or it’s a hiccup. Or it’s some weird combination of all three, she isn’t really sure, but it doesn't seem to really matter either. The sound is whatever it was, just like she is whatever she is.

“It's just like that. Just like how you plan your next score. And that’s your Thing. Like me and food, Hardison and his nerdery... Do you realize how that makes me feel? Knowing you treat me like a heist? Like the thing that you let define you?”

“Yeah but that’s not a sex thing, it’s just a me thing.”

“It doesn’t matter that it’s not a sex thing, Parker, it’s your passion. Your Thing. Yours.” Eliot finally makes it back to the edge of the bed and drops, pulling Parker into his lap. He guides her wandering hands to his chest so she can feel the rumble in his voice as he growls.

“Darlin’, you treat me like damn masterpiece. Like I’m standing smack under a spotlight in the middle of the Louvre, and the only thing in the world that matters to you is how you’re gonna pick through my security piece by piece until all that’s left under your hands is a canvas stretched tight as it’ll go and a picture meant only for you and the people you choose to see it."

Parker’s nails scrape against the skin of Eliot’s collarbone as her fingers instinctively curl in, wanting to grip take steal hold climb, and he barely restrains himself from throwing his head back in a moan. He needs to make sure Parker’s in the right place first, before he gives himself over to his own wants.

“Wow,” she whispers, damn near reverent now as she looks down at him. There’s a dawning in her eyes that tells Eliot they’re alright. That they’re gonna be good. That it’s okay to pull her tighter and ask her to go ahead and steal him again tonight, since he knows her rigging is secure.

"I can't imagine anything more passionate than that."

“Uh-huh, ‘wow' is right,” he laughs breathlessly, and reaches up to take hold of her chin. It’s a light grip, barely any pressure where he between his thumb resting on the front and the rest of his fingers curling around under her jaw, but she lets Eliot guide her down until their lips touch. Not kissing, yet, just touching. His mouth moves against hers as he speaks, tongue briefly darting out to wet two pairs of parched lips. “-so tell me, why the fuck would I want to go to anyone else?”

“Maybe if you got some bad advice,” Parker murmurs, voice strong and confident again for the first time since they wrapped up the con. “From someone who didn’t realize she made you feel that way?”

“Hmmn, that could make sense,” Eliot hums back, resisting the urge to roll up against her in wet jeans that would only serve to chafe rather than provide any of the friction that having Parker in his lap always makes him crave. “If someone could help me get this damn boot off, maybe I could get to work making sure she’ll never forget it?”

#fic writers wait for no production team #leverage #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #parker #eliot spencer x parker #OT3 established but background due to Redemption's whole plot and also the point being about how two of the 'cule function with one absent

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Lmao little silly XD. Idk why I thought it was on my end but anyway. Can I request floof prompt #1 with naruto x male

A/N: Leviathan here!! I will gladly take a fluff prompt from you dear, and yes...I admit I am in fact a little silly. I’m still sorta new to Tumblr so I didn’t know what I was doing but it is all fixed now thanks to our lovely Teddy <3<3<3.

Warnings: cursing, fighting, bullying, tsundere tendencies, post sippuden before the last

Word Count: 2.7k

x Male Reader

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Naruto Uzumaki: Meant To Be

Fluff Prompt 1: “you know we’re meant to be”

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It was much too early in the morning for Y/N to be up and about. Maybe not for everyone else in this god forsaken village, but for him, the sun wasn’t out yet so he didn’t want to be either. But of course, missions always had to start just before the sun rose, something about being inconspicuous or something like that. It didn’t really make much sense to him, most of the ninja in the village wore such brightly colored clothes, they stood out even if they were trying to be unnoticeable. 

Y/N’s hair swayed around his head as he stood crouched in a tree above the village hidden in the leaves, waiting for his team members to show. He knew from the moment the Hokage gave him the assignment that something was bound to go wrong. He was assigned to work with team Kakashi for a covert mission. He didn’t know why team Kakashi though, they weren’t known for being too covert, or even remotely good at being sneaky like ninja were supposed to be. But, he had to do it so there was no use complaining. 

He knew Kakashi was notorious for never showing up on time so he decided to perch himself on a branch high above the gate out of the village, surveying people as they bustled around. The scene wasn’t necessarily busy at this hour, but there were a few early birds moving to do their business. Y/N puffed out a breath of air as he waited for the team to arrive not noticing the brown haired ninja materializing behind him out of the very tree he crouched on. 

“Are you Y/N?” a gruff voice asked from behind Y/N causing the ninja to jump up, spinning around with a kunai in hand ready to strike. His eyes met the image of a slightly older man with brown hair and weirdly shaped eyes, his leaf village forehead protector extended to guard around his face as well. 

“My apologies, sir. I didn’t sense you coming, you’re Yamato, right?”

“I am, I’m sorry for showing up a little late, I was attempting to get the others out of their homes. Kakashi won’t be joining us for this specific mission, so I guess I’ll be in charge.”

“Of course,” Y/N bowed in respect to his superior. His gaze flitted away from the man’s face though as he rose from the bow, sensing three other presences approaching where the two gathered. 

In seconds there were three ninja below the tree, one in red attire with bubblegum pink hair, another in black and gray attire, and the last...shit. In Y/N’s momentary blunder, he forgot just who comprised team Kakashi. 

Naruto Uzumaki stood alongside his companions grumbling about the others being late or something along those lines. Y/N’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared down at the ninja below, his thoughts racing trying to form an excuse as to why he suddenly had to leave the mission to the other four. 

“We should get going now, Y/N.” Yamato then jumped down from the branch landing beside the younger ninja. Y/N’s teeth gritted in his mouth before he released a breath and jumped down from the tree. Immediately the attention of the others was on him causing him to cringe. 

“As you said, Yamato...We should get going. Remember, this is a covert mission, don’t go running into it all willy nilly, no matter what you may hear,” Y/N grumbled at the three, not once sparing a glance in their direction. Naruto huffed in annoyance at the ninja’s attitude but something was off. He could tell, something about this guy seemed almost...familiar? No, maybe it was just because he had a high and mighty attitude and it reminded him of Sasuke.

Y/N didn’t give the others a chance to respond as he started to walk off towards the gates to the village. Sakura gave Naruto a glance and then a look to Sai who seemed deep in thought before shrugging it off and heading after their teammate. Naruto huffed in annoyance at the retreating male before jogging after Sakura.

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The mission was only supposed to take at most a week, so tell me why Y/N is sat in front of a camp fire, tending to his wounds while glaring at Naruto. The two were alone as they had been separated from the other three about two days ago due to a screw up on Naruto’s part.

“Would you stop glaring at me like that, I already said I was sorry,” Naruto grumbled, throwing down the stick in his hand.

“I don’t care, this is all your fault, I even said when we started the mission not to go running about all stupid, but oh no! ‘I’m the great Naruto Uzumaki, savior of the entire world, I can do what I want!’ And now look where we are, stuck in the middle of the forest, we don’t know where we are, and it’s because you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut!” Y/N’s breathing had picked up in his rant due to his anger which caused Naruto’s frustrated look to soften into one of concern.

“Look, I’m sorry, but you need to calm down, you’re injured and getting riled up isn’t going to help much,” Naruto spoke, rising from his spot and crossing to where the other shinobi sat. Cautiously, the blonde crouched in front of the seething male and took the cloth he was using to treat his wounds, rinsing it in water and gently applying pressure to one of the large cuts on Y/N’s abdomen.

“I wouldn’t be injured if it wasn’t for you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Hmph,” Y/N looked away from the other ninja, though his heart was hammering in his chest due to their proximity, he kept his angry persona up not wanting to give in to the pure bliss of being this close to Naruto. 

“I don’t really get something though, you’ve been extremely hostile this entire time and I don’t even know you. You’ve been against me even since before the mission started. Did I do something to you?” Naruto questioned, glancing up at Y/N, the glow of the fire dancing across his face causing Y/N’s heart to swell. 

“I-no, I just...I just don’t like you! I don’t have to tell you anything!”

After saying that, Y/N rose from his seated position hurriedly startling Naruto into falling backwards. Y/N towered over him, staring down at the blonde before spinning around and retreating into the trees to rest. 

Naruto let out a sigh, confused and somewhat frustrated at his team mates attitude. What had he done to deserve this treatment, he was sure he hadn’t done anything to the shinobi, so why was he treating him this way. Has he met Y/N before? Wait...

Naruto’s eye’s widened in disbelief, his head snapping in the direction that Y/N had gone.

“It can’t be...”

“I don’t get this...can you help me?”

A younger Y/N looked up at a blonde boy around his age as everyone in the class bustled around to sit with their friends for lunch.

“What don’t you get, Naruto-kun?” Y/N questioned, holding his hand out for the paper and pencil the blonde held in his hands. Naruto grinned, handing the paper to the other.

“This problem is really confusing and I don’t really get how Iruka-sensei explained it.” Naruto stared at the other boy in awe as he started to explain the problem in much simpler terms that their teacher had, “woah! That’s a lot easier than I thought! Thank you, Y/N!”

Y/N smiled softly to the blonde, “you’re welcome, Naruto-kun...do you wanna eat with me?”

Naruto’s already large grin spread wider across his face as he nodded enthusiastically.

“I’ll be right back, let me grab my lunch!”

Y/N watched as the boy ran across the classroom not once letting his eyes wander from the form of the boy he had been crushing on since their first year in the academy. Much like Hinata, he was too shy to approach him himself, but he was so happy that he came to him for help.

As Naruto approached him once more, one of the other students in the class tripped the blonde causing him to drop the contents of his lunch on the floor of the classroom. Naruto stared in shock at his food before looking up at the bully, ready to start a fight before Y/N cut in.

“Please don’t fight Naruto-kun, it’ll only make things worse, come with me and we can share mine. As for you guys,” Y/N’s face grew dark as he turned to the group of students who caused the incident, “I hope you guys enjoy your lunch on the floor, it’s yours now. You better eat it.”

The boys shivered in fear of the other boy, glancing down at the food on the ground before looking back up at him.

“Did I stutter? Eat your food.” Immediately the boy’s were on their knees, scooping up the food that Naruto had dropped. 

Naruto watched in awe of the other boy, usually he was so soft spoken. He never would have expected this, especially to defend him. 

A month later, Naruto sat in class waiting for Y/N to arrive, but he never did. Iruka entered the class, his gaze falling on Naruto with one of pity. 

“Excuse me everyone, I want to announce that Y/N will no longer be taking classes with the rest of you, he has been promoted and will now be training alongside the Anbu Black Ops special group,” Iruka announced. Naruto felt his heart drop into his stomach. His only friend, gone. 

Later that day, Naruto spotted Y/N’s mop of hair walking down the street and quickly ran up to him, grabbing his arm.

“Huh?” was Y/N’s quite articulate response to the action. “Oh, hey Naruto-kun!”

A grin had settled on the shorter boys face as he looked back at the blonde.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We’re friends right? So, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving school?” Naruto interrogated. Y/N’s smile dropped and instead was replaced with a frown.

“I wanted to...I’m sorry, Naruto-kun. I just didn’t want to upset you,” Y/N said, awkwardly rubbing his arm as he fully turned to face the blonde, “But we can still hang out after school, right?”

“No! I don’t want to hang out with you anymore! You didn’t tell me you were leaving so how do I know you won’t just leave again, I’d rather be alone than be with a liar!”

Y/N flinched away from Naruto’s words, his heart clenching in his chest, “But, you said-”

“I don’t care what I said! You’re leaving me just like everyone else, so I don’t wanna hear it! You’re a jerk!” was the last thing the blonde said before storming away from where Y/N stood. The shinobi felt tears start to pool in his eyes as the blonde walked away.

“You’re the jerk Naruto,” he whimpered before quickly making his way back to his home.

Naruto’s memories flooded back to him like a tsunami. He knew he was being childish back then but what did you expect, he was a child and he was hurt. That’s still no excuse though, he didn’t want to mess up the chance he had been given, or at least mess it up any further than he already had.

“Y/N!” he called into the trees, not expecting a response but wishing deep down that the other would. After a few seconds of silence, Naruto sighed and pushed himself up onto his feet, “Fine, I’ll just go look for him then.”

Naruto entered the expanse of trees beyond their little camp before he heard the sounds of battle emerge from the distance. 

“Shit! Y/N!” 

He quickly took off towards the sounds that echoed through the trees before he approached a clearing where he saw the other male fighting three larger men clad in dark black attire. He burst into action, summing two clones and creating his rasengan in his hand and jumped at two of the attackers sending them flying across the field. 

“Y/N! Are you okay?” He called, watching Y/N dodge an attack from the last enemy.

“What does it look like idiot?” The other called back slashing his kunai at the large ninja. 

“Would you like some help?”

“Preferably!”

Naruto smirked slightly as he ran up to help Y/N take on the rouge ninja making it ten times easier for the two of them to take him down.

“You know Y/N, I realized something while you were gone...I’m sorry.”

“You already apologized, it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

“No, no, not for that though I am sorry for that too I guess. Anyways, I’m sorry for being a jerk...when we were younger.”

Y/N tensed up where he stood, turning his head to face the blonde.

“What are you talking about?” He asked cautiously, his eyes scanning Naruto’s face in an anxious attempt to read the boys intentions.

“I was upset and I took it out on you, it really wasn’t even you’re fault, you were just really smart and really skilled. I should have been happy for you, instead I was being selfish and blamed you for something that wasn’t even you’re intention.”

“Naruto stop talking-”

“You were my only friend back then and I ruined our friendship by being childish and selfish and I’m sorry. I was and am an idiot...could you ever forgive me?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat in his chest and he saw the sincerity in the blonde’s eyes.

“I-I...”

“I think I get somethings now that I didn’t get back then either...there were a lot of emotions I was feeling then and I guess I felt betrayed? I don’t know, but there was always something that I felt for you that confused me. But fate has brought us back together, Y/N. I’m ready to accept my fault, and I hope you can forgive me for being stupid.”

“Naruto...you idiot.” Y/N felt a singular tear escape his eye as he stared at the other male, his hand quickly wiping it away, “of course I forgive you.”

Naruto grinned, approaching the male and carefully pulling him into a hug, trying to be mindful of the old and newly sustained injuries on the boy’s body. Y/N tensed slightly at the contact before fully relaxing into the taller boy’s embrace.

“I think I understand my feelings a lot better now, Y/N...” Naruto muttered into the shorter boy’s ear sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

“O-oh? And what’s that?”

Naruto pulled back though he did not break the embrace.

“Well...I’m sure you know this too...you know we’re meant to be,” he whispered softly, leaning forward to hover his lips over the others.

Y/N was shocked to say the least, his chest felt like it would explode, his face was hotter than hades, and his body felt like it was going to melt into the ground.

“Naruto...”He breathed, his breath brushing across Naruto’s lips. Both boys stood still for seconds deciding whether or not this was something that they both wanted and if this was something they were ready to commit to.

A groan from the ground startled the two out of each other’s embrace as they realized where in fact they were. Y/N’s face flushed an even deeper red if that was even possible as he moved into action, tying the three rouge ninja to a near by tree.

“We...we should get back to camp and try and find the others in the morning,” he suggested, turning his head away from Naruto’s burning gaze.

“Hm, we could do that...or,” Naruto stopped in the middle of his sentence, once again pulling the shorter boy into his arms, “we could continue what we were about to do before, hm?”

Y/N swallowed thickly before nodding his head slowly in agreement, “That would be nice,” he squeaked out, his voice having raised a couple of octaves. Naruto’s chuckle sent vibrations through both boy’s chests before their lips finally locked in a sweet and soft kiss that told the other exactly how they felt. 

They stayed like that for a few seconds before a man cleared his throat. Once again the two were interrupted from their loving moment as they jumped apart.

“Well...it seems we found you two,” Yamato stated, chuckling at the disheveled state of the two boys, “glad you seem to be getting along better now.”

“Yeah...” Y/N muttered, hiding his face in his hands, “I’m gonna head back to the camp.”

Naruto grinned at the embarrassed boy’s retreating form before looking over at Yamato, giving a big thumbs up.

“Believe it!”

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A/N: wow, I hate it. I’m sorry it sucks I’m so tired I pulled three all nighters this week and I just, ugh, I really hope you like it I did actually try hard for this one even though i was sleep deprived. 

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #naruto x male reader #naruto x gn!reader #naruto x gn reader #naruto x gn! reader #naruto x m!reader #naruto x male #x male reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #x gn! reader #x reader #naruto x you #x male

[merakiaes]

First Impressions - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This might actually be the shittiest shit I’ve ever written. I’m posting it for now but I’m going to come back and re-write it once the other requests are done. Sorry if this sucks xD A short, hopefully better part three coming tomorrow.

Wordcount: 4360

Summary: Tommy invites you to meet the rest of the Shelbys and things get a bit out of hand, as they always do in the life of a Peaky Blinder. 

Part One - Nice To Meet You

Part Three - Salvation

The day Ada had been trying to avoid since you first met Tommy had finally come. 

After hanging around your shared home far more often than he usually would for two weeks straight, he had finally invited you to join their family for drinks at the Garrison.

You had gotten incredibly close with the Peaky Blinder leader since you met him two weeks prior, much to Ada’s dismay and everyone back in Small Heath was surprised to see how quickly he had taken a liking to you. He hadn’t even reacted that strongly when first meeting Grace and they hadn’t thought it would ever be possible for him to love anyone else that way again.

You were currently standing in front of the mirror of yours and Ada’s shared bathroom, putting in a pair of gold earrings and smearing a coat of bright red lipstick onto your lips while Ada and Tommy waited downstairs.

Karl had been dropped off at the babysitter’s house an hour before so that you and Ada would have enough time to get ready, and it was safe to say you were not going to be needing many drinks at the pub as you were both already slightly buzzed with the wine you had consumed.

Tommy had arrived only ten minutes ago, and you had yet to see him for the evening, but Ada had already started nagging his ears off downstairs, without a doubt about how to treat you, and the thought brought a slight chuckle from your lips.

You checked your reflection a final time, brushing your curled hair out of your eyes and straightening your red dress before finally retreating out of the bathroom and heading out into the hallway.

Already at the top of the stairs you could catch up snippets of their conversation, and even though you didn’t like eavesdropping, it was pretty much impossible to shut their voices out now that you were so close.

“She’s been good to us and I love her like my own sister.” You heart Ada say at the bottom of the stairs, her voice still slightly muffled. “If you ruin that I’ll kill you myself.”

Tommy’s voice followed shortly after, low and confident. “I would never do anything to hurt her.” 

Merely his voice managed to bring butterflies to your stomach. You were ashamed to say that you, a grown-up woman, had fallen for him in such a short amount of time. Hopelessly so.

“That’s what you always say.” Came Ada’s response, but they didn’t get to continue their conversation as Tommy finally caught sight of you coming down the stairs over Ada’s shoulder, a smile instantly rising to his lips.

The sweet sight caused your own lips to pull into one as well, and Ada to turn around, clearly hurrying to put on a strained smile to cover up the fact that she was undoubtedly not happy about the idea of you meeting her family. 

The very same family she had been trying to distance herself from ever since before Freddie had passed away.

You made it down the final step and your hand left the railing, and Tommy, who had already been holding your coat in his hands, wasted no time in coming over to you, opening the piece of clothing and helping you put your arms into the sleeves.

“Thank you.” You thanked him, smiling.

Once your arms were secured in the sleeves, he carefully reached his hands up to your neck and pulled your hair out, dropping the curls to your back. 

“You look beautiful.” He complimented, looking down into your eyes, and for a moment, you almost forgot that Ada was there too, standing to the side watching the scene unfold before her with crossed arms, lips pulled into a straight line and foot stomping on the floor impatiently.

But you were quickly pulled out of your trance-like state when she let out a loud clear of her throat. “Are you ready to go?”

You and Tommy turned your attention to her, taking a step away from each other. You nodded, smiling, and wasted no time in walking forward, hooking your arm with hers and pulling her out through the door.

The second you had gotten away from Tommy, her mood was lightened again, and the two of you skipped down to the car awaiting you while Tommy locked up the apartment, a cigarette now hanging from between his lips.

He kept quiet pretty much the entire ride from London to Small Heath, only speaking when you sparked up a conversation with him. 

Other than that, most of the ride was just you and Ada chatting and having fun, like you always did when you were together.

You reached your destination in a little under three hours, and by the time you were there, the dark had fallen outside, the clock now being around ten.

Tommy left the car first once you had stopped, helping his little sister out before moving on to you.

You smiled widely as you took his outstretched hand, thanking him quietly through your eyes and letting him help you down from the car.

Your eyes immediately looked around. 

It was sure to say Watery Lane was no London, but it did have its own charm to it. 

You thought so at least. Ada didn’t seem to care much for being back home, but you guessed you couldn’t really blame her after everything that had gone down in the past few years.

Ada started walking ahead, and you got left behind her with Tommy walking by your side.

“Are you cold?” He asked quietly after a moment of silence, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.

You turned to look at him at the sound of his voice and shook your head, but smiled gratefully. “I’m alright, but thank you.” You answered, and he smiled, before turning his eyes back forward.

Only three minutes later, the Garrison entered your field of view, and already from down the street you could hear the sound of loud singing, yelling and glasses clinking together. 

It all seemed a bit chaotic from what you could see through the window upon closer inspection, but you were still excited.

Ada entered first and her name was instantly called out by several voices. Once you reached the door, too, Tommy wordlessly opened it for you, letting you step into the warmth before stepping inside himself, closing the door behind him.

“There she is!” A voice you didn’t recognize called out the second you stepped inside, but once your eyes landed on the source of the voice you could instantly come to the conclusion that it belonged to Arthur.

Ada had shown you more than enough pictures of her family for you not to recognize them.

The smile that had previously been very bright on your lips turned into a more nervous one as the entire Shelby clan was now watching you approach with expectant smiles on their faces, all yelling out for both Ada, Tommy, and surprisingly, you, in their drunken states.

But then again, you guessed it wasn’t very surprising, at all. After all, they had known you would be coming along.

Before you had even had the chance to think about getting your jacket off, Tommy had already started pulling at it, and you let him, smiling and thanking him silently over your shoulder.

Upon reaching the table where his family sat, Ada had already found herself a spot and Polly was the first one who stood up to greet you.

Her arms wrapped around you in an embrace and you gladly accepted it.

“It’s nice to see you again.” She said, and you smiled, hugging her back.

“You too, Polly. It’s been a while now.”

She chuckled, pulling away and giving you a mildly amused look. “Someone has to keep these idiots alive.”

You laughed, and she sat back down, Finn and Isaiah being the next ones to stand up, both with wide smiles and wasting no time in hugging you. Isaiah first and Finn last.

“Nice to see you boys again.” You smiled, having to stand on your toes to reach them as they were both taller than you. 

As you broke away from Finn, you raised an eyebrow. “Keeping out of trouble, I hope?” You asked, bringing a hand up to the arm you had patched up when he had been shot, teasing him.

“Of course.” He agreed, but the smug smirk on his face said the opposite.

Finn sat back down, but Isaiah remained standing, holding his arms out for the man to his right. “This is my father. Dad, this is (Y/N).”

The man wasted no time in standing up, reaching a hand out for you to shake. “I’m Jeremiah Jesus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You took it in yours without a second thought, shaking it. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

He smiled and both him and Isaiah sat back down. Finally, after having hanged your coat on the back of an empty chair, Tommy pulled said chair out and offered you a seat.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, sinking down in it. He sat down in the chair beside you and held a hand out towards John and Arthur, introducing them despite knowing you already knew who was who.

“This is John, and Arthur.” He said, and John wasted no time in straightening up in his seat, reaching over the table to shake your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said, a toothpick hanging from between his lips.

You shook his hand and nodded with a smile, and then moved on to Arthur as he did the same, reaching his hand over the table. 

“Nice to finally meet ya, love. Tommy boy hasn’t shut up about you for weeks.” He joked, causing everyone around the table to snicker.

You blushed at his words, expecting Tommy to make some kind of protest, but he did no such thing, simply throwing his arm around the backrest of your chair and smiling as he filled himself a glass of whiskey.

“A pleasure to meet you.” You answered both John and Arthur, trying your best to hide the faint blush rising on your cheeks. 

And you did an okay job. The room was very hot, which made it a pretty acceptable excuse that the heat in the room was the cause of the heat in your face.

Polly then put a hand on the shoulder of the boy sitting next to her, the only one who hadn’t been properly introduced yet. “And this is my son, Michael.”

Of course. You had heard enough about him to be able to recognize him from miles away.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You admitted, shaking his hand over the table like you had his cousins only seconds before, and he offered you a shy, boyish smile back, nodding his head.

“Likewise.”

“And you’ve met, Aberama.” Polly continued, waving a gloved hand towards the man in question.

You nodded. “Yes, I have. Nice to see you again, Aberama.”

“Likewise, miss (Y/L/N).” He answered, tipping his hat slightly but not attempting to shake your hand as you were too far away.

“How are your studies going, (Y/N)?” Finn asked then, being the first to spark up a conversation and very clearly proving the crush you had been told he had on you.

The thought made you snicker slightly. 

“They’re going great. If everything goes as planned, I should have my degree by the end of next year.” You smiled proudly, and Aberama was the next to talk, congratulating you.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“What are you studying?” John pitched in, taking a drag from the cigar between his lips.

“I’m studying to become a surgeon.” You said, and when these words left your lips, Arthur’s interest was instantly piqued.

“Is that so?” He asked, and you nodded. But before you had time to answer, Finn spoke again.

“She’s got tons of books. I looked through them and I couldn’t understand shit.” He laughed, bringing everyone else with him.

“That’s because you can’t read, Finny boy.” Arthur turned his attention to him, teasing him, and at this, the light snickering broke into full laughter.

You joined in on the laughter, but felt bad as the youngest of the Shelbys burned bright red and turned slightly sour. “Don’t worry.” You assured. “I didn’t learn how to read until I was fifteen. I’ll teach you.”

He smiled, nodding in thanks.

“I’ve been able to read since I was eight and I can’t understand her books, either.” Tommy suddenly joined in from beside you and reached out to rub Finn’s head., having been quiet up until that point. “Just a bunch of Latin.” He chuckled, leaning forward to put out his cigarette on the ashtray.

At the mention of this, Ada finally joined in on the conversation, happily declaring. “She’s actually been teaching me some.”

“Yeah?” Tommy questioned, raising an amused eyebrow. “Like what?”

Ada smiled a crooked smile, repeating the phrase you had taught her some weeks before. “Verita Nunquam Perit.”

“What the ‘ell does that mean?” Arthur exclaimed, his face pulled into a mixture of a glare and frown, clearly confused.

“The truth never perishes.” She answered, but he only waved it off, turning to you.

“How do you say I need another drink?”

You chuckled. “Alio opus est bibere.”

“Well, I’m not repeating that.” He grumbled, causing everyone around the table to laugh. 

He turned his head to the bar, reaching his arms up in the air for extra emphasis and yelled. “Harry! Get us another bottle!”

After ‘Harry’ had signaled an okay to him, he turned back to you, threw back the rest of his current drink and said. “Nice to finally have some brains in the family.”

Tommy chuckled beside you as everyone else laughed and started chatting about everything and anything again, introductions now being out of the way, and you smiled at the feeling of Tommy’s hand slowly moving to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against the bare skin.

Your hand instinctively moved up to hold his, and your other hand went to grab the glass of alcohol you were soon being served, wasting no time in bringing it to your lips.

You talked and laughed a lot with the Shelbys, getting on with every single one of them like you had known each other your entire life. 

But while you had fun with them, Tommy only ever chuckled beside you, only joining in when being directly spoken too, and you found yourself wishing he would have talked to you some more.

But you had known already before coming here that he was more of a ‘sit back and spectate’ type of man, so you guessed you shouldn’t have expected much more. He was much chattier when he wasn’t surrounded by other people.

A few hours and many drinks too many later, the entire pub had ended up gathered together, everyone standing with their arms thrown across each other’s shoulders and singing at the top of their lungs.

And you were no different, your drink raised high in the air as you stood between Tommy and Ada, singing along to some song you barely knew the words to. 

A drunken man had taken the lead on top of the bar, much to Harry’s dismay as he was kicking and knocking over several bottles and glasses.

You didn’t get much time to register what was happening but soon, as the song came to an end, everyone was nudging each other around and someone managed to nudge a man a little harder than meant to, sending him stumbling into your body from behind.

In your drunken haze, the force was enough to successfully send you into a table, the corner knocking into your hip uncomfortably and Ada going with you as you were still attached by the arms. 

When seeing you and his sister being pushed around, Tommy instantly reacted by pushing the man back the way he came from.

Too drunk to think by themselves, Arthur and John took this as an introduction to a fight, and wasted no time in running to their brother’s side, and the next thing you knew, the fun was thrown right out the window and the entire pub had erupted into a rowdy fight.  

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled out as you watched Tommy knock the man in the nose, you and Ada using each other for support to collect yourselves after the stumble. “Thomas, stop it!” You yelled again, eyes widening as he kept pushing people who came too close, the rest of them doing the same.

Polly and Aberama had retreated to the back, trying to stay clear of the flying fists, and Jeremiah and Harry were both trying to stop it by yelling.

But no one was listening. 

You wasted no time in leaving Ada’s side, despite her protests, and running for Tommy, grabbing the back of his waistcoat and trying your hardest to pull him back and out of the crowd. 

But he was much stronger than you and didn’t even seem to realize you were there in the state he was in, simply shrugging you off.

“Thomas!” You yelled again, but it did nothing, and upon closer inspection you noticed that John and Arthur were both smiling, hollering with laughter as they punched and kicked. 

They were having a jolly good time. A good time beating people up.

You had known what they did for a living ever since the start and knew that this was probably nothing in comparison, but still, seeing it with your own eyes made it all so much more real and left you shocked and horrified.

Realizing you wouldn’t have any luck with Tommy, John or Arthur, you instead hurried over to where Finn and Isaiah were fighting, and as they were both a lot smaller and less muscular than the oldest three of the Shelby siblings, you managed to pull them away from the crowd, taking them back to the table where Polly, Jerimiah, Ada and Aberama were hiding away, waiting it out.

“Sit down and stay there!” You instructed them, pushing the younger boys into their previous seats, much to the adults’ amusement.

They stumbled into their seats, landing rather roughly and in any other situation you would feel guilty and apologize for being so careless, but at this moment, you didn’t give a flying fuck. They had brought it onto themselves.

Once you were sure they wouldn’t be going anywhere and that they were supervised, you walked over to Ada, giving her a sad look.

“This is no scene for me. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, trying your hardest to ignore the sounds of fists hitting flesh behind you.

Ada only gave you a sorry look. “No, I’m sorry.” She told you, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told Tommy not to do anything like this and he didn’t listen.”

Her words drew a scoff from Polly’s lips. “What else is new.” She questioned, emotionlessly, taking a drag out of her cigarette. 

You really found it horrible that she must be so used to stuff like this happening that she didn’t even bat an eye anymore.

You sighed, grabbing your coat from the chair you had previously been sitting in before turning back to Ada. “I’ll see you at home.” You said, and she nodded, giving you another sad, disappointed look.

Turning to Aberama, Jeremiah and Polly, you forced yourself to smile politely. “It was nice seeing you again, thank you for having me tonight.”

All of them nodded, and you turned to Finn and Isaiah, giving them one last disapproving glare to which they looked up at you sheepishly, before turning on your heel and pushing your way through the fighting crowd in the direction of the door, luckily getting there unharmed.

In the middle of a fight, Tommy spotted the back of your head as you retreated in the other direction and lost track of what he was currently doing to call out for you from the end of the room, but the yelling and sound of breaking chairs and glass was too loud for you to hear him.

The last thing you heard before the door closed behind you was Ada yelling Tommy’s name with more anger than you had ever heard her use before.

You didn’t even bother putting on your coat once you made it outside, just letting it hang over your arm as you walked away from the pub with rushed steps, not really sure where to.

You didn’t make it very far before you could hear the door of the pub opening, however, and sighed in annoyance when you heard the footsteps coming after you.

“(Y/N)!” 

You didn’t turn around at the sound of Tommy’s voice calling after you, but rather picked up your speed and hugged your jacket closer to your chest.

Soon enough, he caught up to you and rounded you, coming to a stop before you. 

“Don’t go, please. I’m sorry.” He was quick to apologize, but you only glared at him.

“Why the hell are you apologizing to me for?!” You almost roared back, throwing an arm behind you. “Apologize to those men you just gave a beating for no reason at all!”

“He hurt you.” Was his only response, causing your eyes to narrow.

“It was an accident, Thomas! Those do happen!” You let out a dry laugh. “You may be a Peaky Blinder but you still can’t just go around starting fights with people without a reason.”

If you weren’t mistaken, you almost could have sworn that intimidation flashed through his eyes for a short moment. 

And you weren’t mistaken. All of the times he had spoken to you, you had been softer and kinder than anyone he had ever met. And now here you were, yelling at him and giving him a piece of your mind.

“You’re right.” He nodded, letting out a breath. “I’m sorry.”

You adjusted your coat over your arm, crossing your arms over the chest and pushing back the chill running through your spine. 

You stared him down from another moment, allowing yourself to calm down, before answering sourly. “Apology accepted but you’re not off the hook.”

His entire body relaxed at your words, but his eyes remained desperate as he reached his hands out to take yours in his. 

“Let me make it up to you.” He said. “I’ll take you to dinner, just you and me. Tomorrow.”

You snorted, letting your gaze run up and down his face, scanning him. “Better be one hell of a dinner.” You agreed, making the corners of his lips twitch upward.

“Will you come back inside?” He asked, squeezing your hand, and you raised an eyebrow, pulling it back and crossing it over your chest again.

“Are you gonna start another fight?” You challenged, and he instantly shook his head.

“No.”

“Is that a promise or just empty words?” You asked, not yet convinced.

But then he took a step closer, staring down at you with nothing but sincerity behind his eyes as he answered. “You have my word.”

You found yourself lost in his baby blues for a moment, the anger you had previously been fueled by melting right off you. 

Your body relaxed slightly at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare arm, but you didn’t let any emotion show on your face as you looked down and nodded, mumbling out. “Alright.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to take you under his arms and carefully turn you back to the pub, slowly leading you back.

You had to admit it was nice to come back inside into the warmth, the evening air outside having been a lot colder than you had expected, especially when not wearing anything but a thin dress.

Upon re-entering the Garrison, the fighting had settled down again, and judging by the look of Polly and Ada standing behind John and Arthur with their arms crossed over their chests, they had been the ones to sort everything out.

Everyone were back at their original tables, some people now nursing cuts and blackeyes but drinking and talking as they hadn’t just been shoving each other’s faces into the floorboards while hitting them upside the heads with bottles.

You could see all the way from the door that Ada was practically fuming where she stood, and John and Arthur were sitting in their seats with straight backs, looking down into the table sheepishly, clearly terrified of the Shelby women. Just as they should be.

Once said women noticed you returning, they slapped the two men upside the heads, causing them to look up at you. 

Both of them mumbled half-coherent apologized under their breaths, for having started the fight.

You only glared at them as you reached the table and Tommy pulled out your chair again, sinking into your previous seat and bringing the glass you knew was yours judging by the smudged lipstick on the edge closer to you.  

“You’re all brutes and you should be ashamed of yourselves.” You told them without missing a beat, still pissed beyond words at the fiasco you had just witnessed. 

But nonetheless, you tilted your glass slightly, looking at each and every one of the men around the table.

“Now who the hell’s going to get me another drink?” You asked, and all of those who had in one way or another participated in the brawl wordlessly got out of their seats and headed for the bar, Tommy included, while those whose hands were clean sat back down and made themselves comfortable, more than amused at the fact that you had only been there for a night and was already bossing them around – although more surprised than anything that they were already letting you.

So much for making a good first impression. 

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[sybilmarlowe]

Ooh!! A modern headcanon of DoffyxViola in Miami! They're married! Oh and Law stays with them while his god-father Rosci is in the Navy for long months! Have fun with this!

For this HC I’m gonna modify Law’s age a bit, since in the comics he’s just 3 years younger than Viola and it wouldn’t be fun XP so everybody has the same age as in the series except for him who’s 10 yo. 

I also ended up modifying a bit your request (the story takes place in a week and not in months) because I came up with a nice idea and it worked better like this... hope you don’t mind! 

- being the head of a huge company in New York (don't ask me why is it so canon he'd be a manager if he lived in our world XD) may be very stressful and, after a whole month spent working almost without a break, Doflamingo decided to finally take some time for himself... and his wife.

- He’d been married to Viola for 4 months now, but, shortly after their honeymoon, business had increased and it’d become harder and harder for him to spend time with her. 

- She was a very sweet and comprehensive person, but Doffy felt guilty anyways, she deserved much more! 

- That night he went back home with a huge bunch of roses for his wife and a bottle of the finest wine

- “Violet, we have to celebrate!” “What is it, Doffy? Was your business particularly good today?” “Yes, but... what I want to celebrate tonight is the beginning of a very special week. A whole week for just you and me”

- Of course, even the “celebration for the beginning” was quite fun itself, but it was nothing compared to what Doffy had planned for his wife for the following 7 days... - The morning after they were already on a plane to Miami: Doffy had a beautiful attic there, right above the sea, with a stunning view... the perfect place to spend some time with Viola.

- Some very special time just for the two of them, finally, far away from New York, from work and from any kind of bothering...

- ...or maybe not.

- They were just entered the appartment, Doffy holding Viola bridal style (he loves to be theatrical, that's a matter of fact), when his phone suddenly started ringing.

-“I have no intention to answer, it must be someone from the company who forgot about my directives...”

“I don't think so, my love, that's your personal phone. Answer it, it can be something important”

- Seeing the name on the screen almost made him swear.

- “Rocinante! What is it!? Didn't I tell you I was going to finally spend some time with my wife this week?! I really hope you...”

“You're in Miami, right?”

“Yes, but...”

“Great! My flight is making a stopover there in 15 minutes, I have to move abroad for 6 days for a meeting with the Navy Admirals and I couldn't find anyone to look after Law!”

“You're not listening, are you!? I told you I'm in Miami because...”

“Law is here with me, I've already called a taxi which'll drive him to your house. You're staying in the attic, I guess... Have you other properties there?”

“Rocinante! I told you...!”

“Thank you, bro! I owe you a favour!”

“Rocinante! You...! I can't believe, he just hang up on me!”

- Doffy had never been so angry in a while, but Viola was giggling “Come on, your brother's stepchild is a good boy, it won't be so bad to have him around!”

- Not even half an hour later, Law arrived the attic accompanied by one of the building's doormen. He had nothing else with him than a backpack and a portable console.

- “Alright, kid, your room is on the second floor”

“Can I play on the couch over there?”

“Of course you ca...”

“You can, dear!” Viola talked over her husband “You're with family here, do as if you were home!”

- That was just the beginning of the end. Law was indeed a good kid but he was... a kid! He spent hours playing videogames in the living room (which, of course, was the best room of the attic) and running around pretending to be his favourite hero, Sora. He also read comics while walking sometimes and once he almost broke an expensive flamingo sculpture!

- Ok, Viola actually hoped for the sculpture to be broken, but Doflamingo was faster in catching it...

- No dinners for two, of course, Law felt lonley eating alone in his room as “uncle Doffy” suggested (and Viola would have never allowed it)

- As any 10-years-old child, Law woke up early every morning and asked to go to the beach, but eventually he always stayed under the beach umbrella reading his comics and lamenting it was too hot.

- At night... well, he played his videogames or watched tv without minding his step-uncles' room was just next to his. And at the same time Viola and Doffy weren't actually allowed to do whatever they wanted for the same reason.......

- But the bottom was touched one evening when Doffy finally managed to be alone with his wife at the poolside on the terrace. Law hadn't been around for the whole afternoon, so he thought he had decided to stay away in his room for once.

- It goes without saying, he was wrong.

- All of a sudden, Law run into the terrace and... he slipped.

- He fell violently in Doffy's lap, causing his chair to broke and his drink to... fall all over a very perplexed Viola.

- “Look what you've done!”

“I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident!”

“Go to your room! Now!”

“Ehi! You can't say me wat to do, old man!”

- That was enough.

- Doffy now looked totally calm and incredibly scary “If you don't get out of my sight immediately, I'll make both you and that idiot brother of mine regret having brought you here”

- Law widened his eyes in terror, he hesitated a couple of seconds and then run away. He was crying.

- “I... I'm sorry, Viola, are you alright? If only that kid hadn't... ”

“Doffy, don't you think you just overdid a bit with him?”

“What!? Did you hear him? I can't stand that arrogant spoiled child anymore!”

“Spoiled and arrogant child? He reminds me so much of someone else... He just wants to catch your attention! After all he lost his parents not so long ago... he needs a family”

“I really don't know how a woman like you could have chosen a man like me, really... you're even too gentle!”

“But I'm right. Now go talk to him, he looks up at you if you haven't noticed! Be a good uncle for once!”

- He followed Viola's advice, he reached Law in his room and talked to him as a real uncle should. It was strange at the beginning, but somehow it worked.

-“I didn't mean to bother you and aunt Viola... I promise I'll lower my videogame's volume and be careful not to bump into your sculptures anymore... even if they're horrible.”

- For the first time, Doffy simply laughed.

- The following three days were good. Yes, that week hadn't surely been as Doffy had planned, he barely managed to stay alone with his wife... but being uncles was not so bad!

- “Let me just ask you a ting, kid... why do you always ask us to bring you to the beach if you don't even approach water? Couldn't be you can't swim!”

“Honestly, uncle... I don't...”

“Well... neither do I!”

- Rocinante reached them on the 6th day to bring Law back home with him. When he asked if he had acted well, both Viola and Doffy answered he was a very good child. Viola also added he had to be proud of such a good son and Rocinante struggled not to cry.

- They stayed for dinner and left that very evening.

- “Remember, brother, I owe you a favour!”

“Oh, you can bet I will!”

- And, in the end, husband and wife were finally, truly alone.

- “We still have this night and a whole day for us, Doffy, aren't you happy?”

“I'd have prefered this all to be very different, but...”

“You seemed to have fun with Law in the end, uh?”

“I can't say the contrary... he's a smart kid, after all. But I really hope it'll be a while before we'll have to look after children again!”

“Mmh... eight months is enough?”

“Eight months... WHAT?!”

“You get it well, love. I'm pregnant!”

(Sorry for the long wait, dear, I had a to work a lot lately xAx but I managed to write this in the end! Hope you like it!)

#One Piece headcanons #doflamingo x viola #viola one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #law #trafalgar law #donquixote rocinante #corazon

[chenziee]

hello, can i request lawlu and frobin from outsider pov? thank you

Thank you, anon, for giving me an excuse to write this xD I hope you don’t mind some absolutely ridiculous, silly first dates with non-consensual meet-the-family.

This fic is the continuation to my Lawlu fic [Good friends (don’t) kiss] that I have wanted to write since publishing the original fic. It is absolutely NOT necessary to read the prequel to understand this fic :)

Enjoy~

Boyfriends (do) kiss

The innkeeper sighed as he leaned against his broom, looking around the mess that his cozy little inn had become. And the day began so innocently; quiet and slow like any other day. But now there was a charred table and burn spots on the floor, several broken chairs, with cutlery and shattered plates scattered all over. And that was him being lucky. He had been kindly informed some places hit by a similar disaster ended up with broken walls or windows—or both.

It all started a few hours ago when a couple of pirates came in. It was nothing to fret about; once in a while those sea rats would dock at this island and have a meal, then they would run off. None of them tended to stay very long or cause any trouble because of the small navy base just outside town, and even if they did start something, they were usually dealt with quickly. This was no backwater island with no police or competent security, after all.

So, when the two pirates entered, the innkeep paid them almost no mind. That is, until one of his regulars who had been eating his lunch at the counter whispered, "Hey, aren't those two…" He let his sentence fade out, only gesturing frantically in the direction of the two young men, making the innkeep frown and finally take a good look.

They were sitting at a table pretty much at the centre of the room, as if uncaring if anyone noticed them. That alone was not exactly normal in a marine town where pirates tended to keep low and hide in dark corners. The louder, seemingly younger one of them was stuffing his face with gusto, even stealing all the bread off of the other's plate while laughing and teasing his companion, who ate at a much slower pace.

The other one wasn't laughing along, having a much calmer and quieter demeanor, but there was an undeniable, if small, smile on his face. There was also a really familiar, yellow Jolly Roger contrasting against the back of his long, black coat but the innkeeper couldn't for the life of him place it. Narrowing his eyes, he wrecked his brain for where he had seen it, and for just who these people were.

And then his eyes fell on the straw hat hanging on the younger one's neck and it clicked.

Fucking Straw Hat Luffy and Trafalgar Law were casually having lunch in his goddamned inn. He really hoped they weren't going to be planning some big raids while at it or he would have to call the marines. Which he absolutely didn't want to do; there was always so much paperwork involved.

Praying to all that was holy that it wouldn't come to that, the innkeeper observed their interactions, watching for any suspicious movements. After all, two of the Worst Generation captains starting a fight with each other would be just as bad as them planing coups or navy base raids, as well as it was the last thing this old building needed.

Thankfully, it seemed like they were getting along just fine. They were both smiling, speaking quietly with each other and… holding hands? Ah no, that was just Trafalgar handing over the salt. Good. That would be awkward. The touch did seem a little bit too long for a casual contact though.

Just then, the door to the inn opened and in came a couple, a man and woman. Or a giant robot and woman? The robot had his arm placed gently around the woman’s shoulder so it looked like they were together at least.

“Oh! Robin, Franky, are you here to eat, too?” Straw Hat called loudly, waving at the newcomers enthusiastically, and only then did the innkeeper make the connection—they were two members of Straw Hat’s crew, the ‘Iron Man’ Franky and the ‘Demon Child’ Nico Robin. The innkeeper really didn’t like where this seemed to be going.

“That’s right, Luffy,” the cyborg said, equally loud, when the couple reached their captain’s table. “How’s the food here?”

“It’s great! Their bread is amazing,” Straw Hat replied and the innkeep made a mental note to relay the compliment to both his cook and the the town’s baker.

Nico Robin chuckled. “Torao-kun looks like he doesn’t agree.”

Trafalgar made a disgusted face before he looked at her and spoke up, “No, I don’t. But this bottomless pit ate all of my bread anyway and the rest is pretty good.”

“Of course I ate the bread for you, you hate it,” Straw Hat stated matter of factly before he grinned and leaned towards the other captain to give him a long kiss on the cheek, a gesture that earned him an embarrassed click of the tongue from the other pirate.

Oh. Suddenly, the innkeep remembered the newspaper article from three days ago, the one which had claimed the two were dating and which he had discarded as ridiculous and promptly forgot about. Maybe it wasn’t so ridiculous after all.

“You two are super cute,” the cyborg announced, making Straw Hat laugh and Trafalgar roll his eyes.

“Wanna join us?” Straw Hat gestured to the two other, currently empty chairs at the table. “We could make it a double date,” he suggested then, glancing to his boyfriend who only shrugged in response, apparently not caring either way.

The other two, however, shook their heads, and Nico Robin spoke up, “It’s your first proper date. You should enjoy it, just the two of you.” She smiled warmly at the two of them before she glanced up at her own huge companion and placed her small hand over his large one which was still resting against her shoulder. “We’ll get another table and we can meet for deserts later?”

“Sounds good!” Straw Hat and the cyborg agreed, both grinning, while Trafalgar only nodded silently at her suggestion.

The innkeeper couldn’t decide whether he was glad the four of them weren’t going to be a concentrated in one place, smack in the centre of the room no less, or if he was annoyed he would now have to keep an eye on two tables with high bounty pirates.

He barely managed to take notice of where the mismatched couple of the Iron Man and the Demon Child—who looked more like an elegant, beautiful lady than either a demon or a child—when someone at the counter called him over. He wondered when this young man got there; he hadn’t noticed him coming in or sitting down. Maybe because he was so preoccupied by the cursed sea dogs.

“Thank you for waiting, sir. What would you like?” the innkeeper asked the man with blond, wavy hair and what looked like a burn scar over his eye. There was a black top hat with a pair of goggles around it lying in the counter next to him.

The man smiled, putting a ten thousand beri bill on the counter. “When Trafalgar Law asks for a drink, can you add this into it?” he asked, pulling out a small bottle.

The innkeeper blinked, staring at the bottle for a moment before slowly looking up to meet the stranger’s eyes. “Are you asking me to poison a man worth 500 million beri?”

“It won’t kill him.” An unhappy, maybe even angry expression appearing on his face before he continued, voice lowering dangerously, “It will just make him regret every decision he had ever made that led to him being here.”

The innkeeper scowled, folding his arms across his chest as he regarded the man. “There will be no poisonings in my inn, lethal or not. I don’t care what your issue with him is but settle it somewhere else.”

“Damn,” the blond cursed, pocketing both the bottle and the bill. “Guess I’ll have to light his face on fire after all. Thanks anyway.”

As soon as he was done speaking, he turned around in his chair to glare at the table where his apparent nemesis was now ruffling his boyfriend’s hair while Straw Hat giggled, trying to push his hand away. When he finally succeeded, he didn’t let go; instead, he laced their fingers together and mumbled something that made Trafalgar look away in obvious embarrassment.

Suddenly, something bright caught the innkeeper’s eyes and when he looked what it was, he gasped. “Sir, you’re on fire!” he cried in alarm.

The blond startled, looking at his hand as if he only just realized it was engulfed in angry, crackling flames. “Whoops. Sorry,” he simply apologized, shanking the hand until the flame died down to nothing. After a mere second, it was as if there was no fire at all. “Glad to know Ace is angry, too.”

“Sabo! What are you doing here?” Straw Hat cried a moment later, jumping up and basically bouncing in place, and the blond cursed at being spotted.

He waved at the pirate awkwardly. “Hey, Luffy. Just—” he paused, seemingly wrecking his brain for a plausible answer— “passing by.”

That was the worst excuse the innkeep had ever heard, and that was counting all the excuses men have ever given to their angry wives who came to pick them up after a night of drinking.

But Straw Hat grinned, nodding happily as if it made perfect sense. Trafalgar Law, on the other hand, eyed the man suspiciously. “Your brother probably came to check up on you, Straw Hat-ya. Since the papers wrote about us,” he said flatly, making the blond glare at him.

Wait. ‘Sabo.’ Straw Hat’s brother. The Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army? That Sabo? This day was getting seriously ridiculous. What was next, a Celestial Dragon?

He barely managed to finish the thought when the entrance door burst open and in came two old men and a goat. The innkeeper couldn’t believe his eyes. They weren’t Celestial Dragons but at this point they might as well be. The goddamn Hero of the Marines Garp and former Fleet Admiral Sengoku had just walked into his inn and he felt like he might faint. Between four infamous pirates, number two of the revolutionary army, and two legendary marines, it would be a miracle if his inn was still standing by the end of the day.

“Luffy!” Garp roared, stomping forward.

Straw Hat flinched in response, immediately raising his arms in a attempt to block the fist that was coming at his head from above. “Gramps! What are you doing here?”

“Dating a pirate? You brat, you’re a hundred years early to pull something like this!” Garp growled, hitting Straw Hat once more.

“Ouch! Why does it hurt even when I use haki?” Straw Hat whined after taking a step back at the impact, his chair clattering to the floor. “And what do you care who I’m dating?” He went to punch back.

Garp side stepped him, grabbing his arm and stopping it from hitting some of the innocent customers who were scurrying to get out of the inn. “Because it’s a fist of love,” Garp said, as if that explained anything.

The innkeeper really wanted run away like his customers did but he was frozen in place, watching the scuffle happening. This was honestly the most bizzare pirate versus marine fight he had ever witnessed, possibly the most bizzare one anyone had ever witnessed. Neither was trying to beat the other, there was no attempt at capture or escape—if you didn’t count Trafalgar quickly backing away from the screaming duo in the direction of cyborg Franky and Nico Robin, who both looked entirely too entertained. At least Trafalgar’s face said he was about as happy about the turn of events as the innkeeper himself was.

A second later, in a flurry of flames, the revolutionary at the counter jumped forward, standing in between Straw Hat and Garp. “Gramps, wait. You should be beating up him,” he said sharply, pointing at Trafalgar, who was by then lounging in the chair next to Nico Robin, coffee cup he was offered by the woman in hand.

“Leave me out of this,” he called back, raising his free hand in a vaguely threatening motion, the air swirling around under his palm with in devil fruit power.

“Yes, leave him out of this!” Straw Hat snapped, throwing a punch at Sabo instead.

The bartender watched in horror as the punch went through the blond, spitting flames all around and setting a table on fire. At least the man quickly put out the flames but the damage was done and the table charred black.

Garp’s attention turned to the revolutionary then, his hand landing on his shoulder and squeezing until Sabo hissed in pain. “Hello, Mr Revolutionary. Do you care to explain?”

“Why are you so angry, we told you we didn’t want to be marines right from the start!”

“Baa!” The innkeeper’s gaze followed after the sudden sound, dropping from the scene of disaster to his knees where Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s goat was gently chewing on the wash cloth he had hanging from his belt. At least someone in here looked like they couldn’t care less about whatever it was that was happening around them. The innkeeper let go of a long, deep sigh, and stroked the goat’s head.

“Thank you,” he said to the goat earnestly, to which the animal only blinked and continued chewing.

Raising his eyes to look for the goat’s owner, he found the man slowly approaching the remaining three outlaws, dropping in the last available chair at their table—after turning it around to get a better view of the fight at the centre of the room. The three visibly tensed up at their new company, but Sengoku only looked at them blanky before raising the packet in his hand.

“Want a rice cake?”

The pirates stared at him, the cyborg moving forward a little to shield Nico Robin from the old marine.

Sengoku, however, only crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, looking as uncaring as could be. “Relax. I’m retired. I have no obligation to keep up with any new wanted posters so I have no idea who you people are. I’m just here to enjoy the show.”

It was a transparent lie, there was no way the man didn’t know he was sitting at the table with a former Shichibukai and a woman who had been hunted by the world government for twenty-something years, and the innkeeper couldn’t help but stare at the scene before him with an open mouth. Was this seriously, seriously happening? In his inn?

When it became apparent that Sengoku wasn’t a threat to them right then, the strange couple and Trafalgar slowly relaxed and the marine smiled, gesturing with his packet again. Finally, Trafalgar reached forward, grabbing a rice cake and tentatively taking a bite.

Soon, he was followed by Nico Robin who pulled out two, handing one of them to Franky who thanked her with a quick kiss before he took it from her hand. For a moment all four of them simply munched on their rice cakes in silence, watching while Straw Hat, Sabo, and Garp bickered and wrecked the whole goddamn inn while at it.

The entire thing was so ridiculous, so completely absurd, that the innkeeper wanted to cry.

It took them almost an hour after that to finally file out of the inn, leaving behind only absolute mess and destruction. At least Sengoku had assured the innkeeper in passing that the Navy would pay for the damages while he had ordered a tea.

He really hoped the marines wouldn’t complain about it since he would be forced to bill them eight people worth of food on top of all this, as the four pirates didn’t even pay for their own food or drinks.

Pirates, he thought to himself, finally tossing his broom aside and opening a bottle of rum instead.

#Anon #one piece #lawlu #frobin #trafalgar law #luffy #monkey d. luffy #humor #comedy #fluff #fluff and humor #meet the family #accidentally #more like one-sidedly #monkey d. garp #sabo #revolutionary sabo #protective sabo #asl brothers #silly #katie pretends to fic #drabble requests #which keep getting longer and longer and longer #should retag it as fic requests #i'll try to keep them shorter from now on i'm sorry #anyway #do not take this seriously #i do hope you laughed tho #because i did #ahahahaha

[im-hqlover]

Dinosaur Trainer - Chapter 1 - A great opportunity?

A/n - Oh, hey guys! I finally managed to write something, uhul! And now a new fanfic! I decided to write this because I already searched the entire internet for Owen Grady x Reader, and I think I’ve read practically all fanfics xD So, I decided to write my own! I hope it looks good and you like it! See you at the end of the chapter =D

(none of the images used on the aesthetic belong to me, credit to their creators)

Synopsis: Y/n has a quiet life in Montreal, works as a waitress and works as a volunteer in an animal shelter. In what appeared to be just a normal day, one of your friends comes with great news about an unmissable job opportunity... be a dinosaur trainer. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Killer dog mentions, take sleeping pills, thoughts of possible death by dinosaur, possible english errors. 

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Y/n = Your name

Words count: 4232

Next chapters: Coming soon

Taglist: ( @sarcasmismyfirstlove​ I don't know if you want to be just part of the taglist for AM / RAU, or for DC fanfics, or for all my fanfics, so let me know)

If you want to be part of my taglist, please let me know!

Y/N's INFO:

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Straight 

Height: Short 

Weight: Not Defined 

Skin Color: Not Defined 

Hair Color: Not Defined 

Eyes Color: Not Defined

Other details? Y/n is myopic

(I hope I have put all the information, let me know if i forgot something)

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5:30 am - Thursday, July 19, 2012 - Montreal, Quebec, Canada. - 18˚C

The sun's rays started to appear slowly, starting to illuminate the city and consequently my room, but it wasn’t necessary the sun or my alarm clock to wake me up, because in a way my body had already gotten used to waking up at that time. I don't even know why I keep putting my phone on to wake up since I always wake up before, but that's not important.

I got up quickly from my bed when I saw the time on the cell phone, I then went to my wardrobe and grabbed my waitress uniform, my underwear and a bath towel, of course. 

I took a hot shower, but tried not to take too long; as soon as I dried my body, I put the towel on the laundry basket, I put on my underwear and my skirt, but before I put on my shirt I took the dryer and dried my hair until it was not soaked, otherwise my uniform would be completely wet, comb my hair quickly and tie it in a bun, I put my shirt on, I brushed my teeth and then took one last look in the mirror, observing my appearance, I think I was fine. 

Leaving the bathroom, I go to my wardrobe again, but now to get a jacket, since at that time outside it was still kind of cold, and in addition I took a spare suit and put it in my brown cross bag. I went to the nightstand and took out my cell phone, putting it in my bag too, so when I left my room, I saw that Kodi was lying on my couch.

- Kodi! Get off the couch, now! - I command when I approach the couch, and he gets up quickly leaving the place. 

I went to the pantry and picked up the packet of food, and then filled the Kodi bowl that didn't take long to start eating. I filled his other bowl with water too and then I wash my hands after I pet him, I grab the keys that were on the key holder on the wall near the door. 

- Bye Kodi, I'll be back at night. - After saying goodbye to my dog, I go out into the building's corridor and close the door to my apartment.

I walked down the corridor until I reached the elevator, and as always it was empty, not that it was a problem, since I preferred it when it was empty. I pressed the button to get to the ground floor, grab my cell phone and see that it was already 6:03, I had 27 minutes to get to work. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach the hall, I got out and walked the big carpet that led to the entrance/exit door of the building, and when I get there the doorman opens the door for me.

- Bonjour. - I greet him before going through the door. 

- Bonjour mademoiselle. - He reciprocates with a smile, when I go out I take the earphones from my bag and connect them on my cell phone, putting the song It's time - Imagine Dragons, and so I leave towards the subway, the path was smooth, there weren't as many people on the streets as there were last week, but there was already considerable car movement. 

I look around me, seeing the sunlight reflecting the various buildings, houses, trees, and everything that was there, leaving everything as if it looked like a beautiful painting. I give a little delighted sigh, no matter how much I walk there every day, the way the sun reflected differently each day left that path in such an incredible way, that made me always want to make a painting of it, well, who knows, maybe someday. 

In less than 10 minutes I arrive at the subway station, going down the stairs and then going through the turnstile, I didn't have to wait long for the subway to arrive, because in almost two minutes it was already there.

I get into the blue car and realize that there were already some people over there, however there were still several empty seats, but I decided to stand up since I knew that in 5 minutes I would reach my point, so it was not worth having to sit.

Tonight Tonight - Hot Chelle Rae was playing when the subway stopped, and I got out of the car as several people got in, some bumping into me, but nothing more than normal. 

I walked up the stairs until I reached the surface again, looking at my cell phone, 6:23, I had 7 minutes to get to work, so I started to walk faster, lucky for me that the path to the cafeteria I worked in was about 5 minutes from the subway, so I managed to get there in time. The cafeteria had its door open when I arrived, but the front sign still said it was closed, so staff could get ready before customers arrived. 

- Good morning y/n! - One of my colleagues, Lilly, who was at the counter greeted me as soon as I passed her.

- Good Morning. - I replied as I passed the employees' entrance so I could get to my closet and leave my belongings there, and also pick up my apron. 

The apron as well as the rest of my uniform had a brownish tone that reminded me of coffee, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror, fixing it so it wouldn't be bent, and as soon as I finished I did a quick tidy up of my hair that was messed up by the wind. 

Leaving the staff area, I go to the counter, and notice that the sign on the door was turned, announcing that the cafeteria was open, so it was likely that some customers would come soon. 

The cafeteria I worked for wasn't a franchise, and it wasn't the most famous in town either, but here in the neighborhood a lot of people liked to come here, have coffee, eat some sweet food, read some book, talk to coworkers, relax, and anything else that normal people do in a coffee shop. 

But I must say that lately the cafeteria hasn’t been very busy, and maybe the reason is that it was summer, and not everyone liked to drink coffee in the heat, so the period that would be considered the busiest would be in the morning, which is when people normally have breakfast. 

I took a pencil and put it in my ear, curling it in a few strands of hair so it wouldn't fall out, I took my notepad to take orders, and I was leaning on the counter, talking to some colleagues while there was no customer to attend, and I took advantage and made myself a coffee because I hadn't had anything since I woke up.

The day passed quietly, nothing much, just another ordinary day serving customers, talking to those who were the most frequent, taking a break for lunch, and then going back to work until 03:30 pm, and when I finished my work, I took all my things and went to the subway, but not to go home, because my work was still far from finished. 

I work as a volunteer in an animal shelter, I give them food, water, baths, brush hair, play with them, and also what I do most is training the dogs. 

When I started at the shelter about three years ago I only took care of the basics, but one day when I was just playing with an elderly dog, one of my colleagues saw what I was doing and asked me how I managed to teach a trick to an old dog, and I just shrugged, because I didn't know exactly what to say, it was like training a trick for any dog for me, I just had to be more patient, but I didn't think that was an impossible task, but for many, teaching tricks to elderly dogs was a lost cause. 

Since that day, my colleagues have talked to me with some professional trainers who have given me more in-depth instructions to help me train other dogs too, in addition to teaching me necessary things like animal behavior and other things, of course I had learned several things, but in a way I was more of an amateur who liked to understand dogs and train them, but after three years of doing that, I kind of became a dog trainer, something I never really thought I would ever become.

When I arrived at the shelter I realized that it was almost 4:00 pm. I opened the glass door, and the receptionist said good afternoon, and I responded by saying the same. I walked to the bathroom so I could change my clothes, putting on denim shorts that went up to about half of my thigh, and a dark red shirt with a sunflower print, I also applied a deodorant, and then I put everything in my bag and left the bathroom, going in the direction of the cabinets that served to store the employees' belongings, and so I put my bag there. 

Leaving there, I went to the big patio, where there were some people visiting to maybe adopt a dog, there were some colleagues of mine who were talking to customers, others bathing some dogs, some chasing dogs that were fleeing the bath, and so on. As soon as I got there, some dogs came to greet me, and I bent down to pet them. When I went to the pantry to get some snacks, Emy, one of my colleagues, and also one of my friends, came up to me and started talking with her usual animation.

- Hey y/n! How are you?

- Hi Emy, I'm fine, how are you? - I start looking for the snacks, while Emy kept talking. 

- I'm great! Mainly because I have great news for you! - I quickly turn to face her, before continuing to look for the dog cookies. 

- What kind of news? 

- You remember Dusty, don't you? The Rottweiler you saved. 

- Yes of course. The good news is that he was adopted? - I find the big canine cookie jar and turn around, facing Emy, and then looking at the dogs around me, just waiting for me to give them some cookies. 

- Oh, no. Unfortunately nobody was interested in adopting him, you know, his reputation as a killer dog is still around, so people don't have much courage to even get close to him. 

- But… so what's the good news? - I open the cookie jar, taking out one and looking at the dogs in front of me, motioning for them to sit. 

- Well, I told a friend of mine the story of how you managed to tame the dog that nobody thought would be able to become tame. - I nodded for her to continue talking. - And he was impressed with that and wants to meet you in person, to know about your skills, and who knows to offer a special job for you. 

- Special job? What kind of special job? - I threw some cookies at those who sat down. 

- Do you know Simon Masrani? 

I stood for a while thinking about the name, I must have heard of that name, actually in the surname, but I couldn't remember who that could be. And while thinking about it, one of the dogs jumped in my hand to get the cookie, but I managed to dodge it before he could get it.

- Hmm, I think I've heard of it, but I don't know who it is. 

- Well, Simon owns Jurassic World, you know, the dinosaur zoo. - I nodded my head. Of course I had heard about the famous dinosaur park, who doesn't know? It's like talking if you've heard of Disney parks, you may never have been there, but you know it exists. 

- Yes, the dinosaur park. 

- Well, he told me that he is looking for new dinosaur trainers, and that's when I commented about you, and he believes that you can serve for the job. - I stood there, looking at Emy. 

- Are you serious?

- Of course, it's the purest truth, I swear.

- You know, it's not just because I managed to tame Dusty that it means that I can train a dinosaur. 

- I know that training a dinosaur has nothing to do with a dog, but Simon Masrani himself says that you can be the person he is looking for! And y/n, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

- No, no, no, no way. Dinosaurs were a mistake and it is impossible to train them. A dog is already difficult to train, now, a dinosaur?! A being that can make you into pieces in seconds? No, no way, I can't do that. - I motioned for the dogs to spin, and just like before, for those who succeeded I gave them a snack. 

- Okay, okay. I know that, but you can at least try, can't you? I mean, what do you have to lose? 

- Huh, my life, maybe?

-… Okay, maybe you're right, but who said you would train a carnivore? It may be an herbivore. 

- If he became interested in me because I tame a killer dog, I am almost 100% sure that it is for something dangerous, that is, a carnivore.

- Okay, but there's a problem…

- What problem?

- I already told him that this weekend you would travel there to see if you would accept the job. 

I turn to face her, and I can feel the anger rising in me, but I try to stay calm. 

- You... did what?

- Y/n, I thought you would accept that, you always say that you love training dogs, especially the most difficult ones, so I thought you would like this challenge. 

- But how can you say that I would go there without even warning me first??

- I'm warning you now.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm. 

- Dinosaurs aren't dogs.

- Y / n, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, but do you think about the opportunity you would have? How many people would like to have this job? 

- And why are you trying to convince me to accept this? What do you get with it? 

-...

- Emy, what do you get out of it? What is the purpose of this? The life is mine, and I am perfectly fine with my life here and my job.

- I know this is going to sound stupid... but... I wanted to have this job, but I can't, because not only do I know nothing about dinosaurs, as I suck at how to train an animal, so I wanted to refer someone I knew so that if it worked… Simon would be happy with me, and I don't know, maybe I would get closer to him. 

I soften my expression, I already knew that Emy was interested in a guy who was very close to her, but that she thought she would never be able to be with him, and I remember her very well saying that she was getting too old to have a boyfriend, and that as a single mother her chances fall even more, and among many other dramas of her, and then I told her that I would help to stay with him, and now she's talking about the Simon Masrani, I'm pretty sure it's him she's interested in. 

I didn't know exactly what to say, so I was thinking for a few seconds, I remembered when I met Nathan, and that if it weren't for Emy I would never have stayed with him, even though he have moved and we broke up, in a way, I owed Emy.  

I take a deep breath, I look at the dogs that are still there, waiting for the next order, and then I look at my friend and say. 

- Okay, I can maybe give it a try. 

- Oh really? - The smile comes back to stamp her face. 

- But I can't promise anything. 

- Ah this is amazing!! - Before I could react, Emy hugs me tightly, not letting me breathe. 

- I… am… out of breath. - I say and she walks away from me, and take a deep breath looking for oxygen. 

- I'm just going to do this, because I owe you one. 

- Do you owe me? Owing what? 

- You helped me stay with Nathan, I think it's fair to try to help you stay with Simon. - I shrug, and then I realize that when Emy hugged me, several cookies had fallen and some dogs went there to eat. 

- Thanks y/n. I'm sure you will do well there.

- I hope so. - And so we finished our conversation, she going to who knows where, and I continued with the training of the dogs and taking care of them until the sun started to disappear on the horizon, meaning that it should be more than 08:00 pm. 

As it started to get dark I go to the closet and grab my backpack where all my belongings were, I put the bag on my left shoulder and then say goodbye to my colleagues, leaving right afterwards in the direction of the subway. 

The whole way back home I listened to music, which helped me a little bit to reduce stress, I couldn't stop thinking about Jurassic World, and how crazy it all was and that would probably it would be my death, as I was sure that being around dinosaurs wouldn't be a good idea.  

And speaking of dinosaurs, I also couldn't stop thinking about a work school of Hailee, my ex-boyfriend's daughter, that I helped her do, which was about dinosaurs, where she had to make a model of her favorite dinosaur, but she couldn't decide between 6 dinosaurs which one was her favorite, so we did what we called the "Mini Jurassic World", with all of her favorite dinos.

I smile a little when I remember that, I will not deny that I missed Nathan and Hailee, but there was nothing I could do, Nathan had to move because he had got an unmissable job opportunity, and at the time I was very busy with Dusty, and I couldn't leave him when the training was finally starting to work, we knew that a long distance relationship wouldn't work, so we had to break up.

When I realized I was already at the door of the building, looking at my cell phone I see that the path took almost 50 minutes, nothing more than normal. I open the glass door and clean my shoes before walking to the elevator, entering I press number 8 and the doors close, even if it didn't take long for the elevator to go up, and even though I use it every day, I can't help feeling cold in my stomach every time. 

The metal doors of the elevator opened, giving me relief that I had no problem. As I walked down the corridor I rummaged in my backpack for my keys, and as soon as I found them I put the silver key in the door lock, that in a few seconds was opened and when I went in I ended up being knocked over by Kodi, who jumped on me and licked my face.

- Kodi! No! No licking! - I chuckle while taking him away from me and then wiping my face and getting up.  

- Come Kodi, inside. - I order and he obeys me entering the apartment and I lock the door again. 

Before anything else I put water and food for Kodi since he was done with everything, and even before I finished adding the ration he was already devouring it. After I saved the dog food pack, 

I went to my room to get comfortable clothes and a bath towel, I took my cell phone too and put it on Youtube so I could listen to some music while taking a shower. I was so engrossed in the music and lost in my thoughts that I spent almost half an hour in the shower, at least I was a little more relaxed. After I got dressed I went to the kitchen and started preparing some pasta and sauce for my dinner. 

While waiting for the pasta to be ready I turned on my TV, passing through the channels I stopped at random one, since there was nothing going on that interested me. I lay for a while on the couch, with Kodi lying on the floor beside me, until my cell phone rings meaning it was time to finish dinner. 

I walked to the kitchen, added tomato sauce to the pasta, and waited a few minutes until it was ready, putting a quantity of the food on my plate, I also go to the fridge and get a piece of fried chicken that was left over from yesterday and put it in the microwave to heat it up. 

As soon as it was ready, I put it on my plate with the pasta, I go back to the fridge taking a bottle of coke and a glass from the cupboard, putting both on the table, but I had to go back to get a fork and a knife because I had forgotten. 

Dinner was quiet, with only the low sound of the television and the occasional sound of Kodi's paws in the background. 

- Hey Kodi. - I called him and he raised his head to look at me. - I have a new job opportunity… to train dinosaurs, but... I don't know, I don't know if I should do this or not, because, first of all, they are dinosaurs! You know, I always thought it was a bad idea for us humans to bring them back to life, I mean, it's an extraordinary thing for science, and I can't say that dinosaurs aren't fascinating but… they are dangerous! if this Simon was impressed with me why I managed to train Dusty, something tells me it’s not to train a tame herbivore, but a dangerous carnivore. Second, I have no idea how to deal with dinosaurs! I don't even know anything about them, I have no training in dealing with animals! I just… I think I was lucky to have managed to train Dusty, and I don't think I can deal with a prehistoric being just because I have tamed a killer dog. 

Kodi looked at me, paying attention to what I was saying, I sigh. 

- I wish you could talk so you could help me. - I support my head in one of my hands, watching my half-eaten plate of food, starting to cool. - I don't know what I do.

Kodi places his cold snout on my right foot, he always, whenever I felt nervous, anxious, worried, or any other feeling of distress, he always put his snout on my foot. 

I didn't even notice when a tear ran down my cheek, I was scared, that's what I was, scared and insecure. Fear that training with a dinosaur would end up killing me, and insecure that if I get this job, I won't be able to domesticate this dinosaur, and thus end up disappointing everyone. This job really was a great opportunity, but would it be worth it? Could I do that?

I decide it would be better to finish eating my food before it gets cold, and as soon as I'm done, I wash the plate, cutlery and glass, leaving them on the drying rack. I take a plastic pot from a drawer and then put the leftover pasta in the pan, placing it in the refrigerator so that it can heat up the next day. 

I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and do my necessities, after washing my hands I go to the kitchen where I left my cell phone and I pick up it, going to my room and putting it on the nightstand, plugging it into the charger. I hear footsteps and see that Kodi came to my room and lay down on his bed that was next to my bed. 

- Good night, Kodi. - He growls slightly in response, and then I lie down laying the blankets over me, but to my unhappiness I was unable to sleep, even though I had used up all my energy. I sigh in lament, and I see on my cell phone and it was almost 00:00, that is, if I slept now I would have a maximum of 5:30 sleep, but I knew I wouldn't sleep now, so I rolled over in bed because it was better than looking at the ceiling.

When sleep hasn't come and I see on my cell phone that half an hour has passed, I get up from bed,  which caused Kodi to get up too and follow me. I walk around my small apartment arriving at the kitchen where I kept my medicines and I made myself take sleeping pills. I just hoped I could wake up with the alarm clock and not be late for work.

- Come on Kodi, let's sleep. - I say while gesturing for us to go back to the room, and he followed me quietly.

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A/n - Hello again! I don’t know if it got really good, because I kind of didn’t completely get out of my block, but I hope it looks good.

I know Jurassic World itself hasn't appeared yet, and neither does Owen, but I ask you to be patient, because I like to (try) write things more "in detail" and not so fast so that things make more sense and to try to bring a greater immersion into the story (I don't know if I'm doing it, but I'm trying my best), but I already plan to do the second chapter in Jurassic World, so just have a little patience.

Also, also, this week I will be without class for the whole week!!! UHULLL!!! This means that I will have some time to write some things...

I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know if this has any english error.

By the way, tell me which dinosaur do you think y/n will be a trainer, and believe me, I can surprise you with the answer ;)

Until the next chapter!

- Ina -

Masterlist

#Dinosaur Trainer #Jurassic World #Jurassic World x reader #Jurassic World Fanfic #Owen Grady #Owen Grady x reader #Owen Grady x y/n #x reader #reader insert #Chris Pratt #Chris Pratt Characters #Simon Masrani #Jurassic World Fic #Owen x reader #Chris Pratt x reader #Chris Pratt x y/n

[staylovehearts]

yes it's crazy right?? my ult is chan but minsung are a close second so i really feel u, i'm so bad at picking a bias :( you didn't tell me what was your favourite thing about each of them though!! i really hold chan close to my heart and i don't really consider my bias in a way? he's so special to me, if that makes sense. i hope you're having a great day/night and taking care of yourself!! are you currently a student or are you already working?? tell meeee -secret santa🤶

I’ll try to not make the whole school work thing confusing because I often find that with every country’s school system being so different and the terms also being different I often got mixed up when I try to explain what’s going on (like I’m European, I have no idea what the difference between college and university is, if there even is a difference at all, English is not my first language).

So basically I went to university for the last three years to get my Bachelor’s degree in English and American studies, I’ve submitted my thesis a couple of months ago but haven’t received my degree yet cause grading is taking forever. So atm I’m kinda doing this voluntary internship thing? Not sure if like this specific thing even exists outside of my country? But here it’s called FSJ (short for freiwilliges soziales Jahr aka voluntary social year) and basically, I’m working in this art school/arts centre/event location kinda place for a year and it’s really nice. But I plan to try and apply for a master’s degree next year once the whole situation with my bachelor is resolved^^

And omg I can’t believe I forgot about the most important part last time, I’ll put it under a cut again because I’m gonna ramble for a bit :D

Okay so I’ll try to just go through them one by one, starting with the youngest and then slowly working my way up to Chan

Jeongin is just incredibly cute. Not that that is the main thing about him, but it’s like one of the first things that come to mind when I think about him. I remember the first time I noticed his braces and I had this really strong protective feeling like omg he’s a child, a precious little baby, my literal son. Of course, he also has a really nice voice and I personally feel like out of all of them he made the biggest progress in term of skills? 

Seungmin is actually someone I didn’t notice much at first but I really started to love him once I got to know their personalities a little more. Even though the fandom used to (?) joke about him being a savage I think he’s actually such a kind person. He’s incredibly sweet, maybe just likes teasing his friends but let’s be real, who doesn’t? (also, again, great voice, feel like I could just say that for all of them tho)

Felix is actually the first one I really noticed out of the bunch (I think a lot of Stays initially bias him from what I’ve seen so far?). Like he’s just this really adorable freckled kid and then that voice comes out of him and it’s like ??? Also I feel like I can just relate to him a lot? Watching his language struggles during the survival show was something I could understand really well. (And I feel like both of us are kinda meme influenced nerdy kids that spend too much time online xD)

Jisung, I don’t even know where to start with this one. Little fun fact, when my sister and I started watching the survival show we both agreed that somehow he had a similar face as Mark from Got7? No idea how we got there but we did? Either way, I think at first he really stood out to me because of how talented he is? Especially considering how young he is. Like he’s a rapper, but he did that amazing high note in Hellevator? And he writes lyrics and helps with composing and he’s still so young?? It’s insane how incredible he is. (also cute cheeks, uwu)

First thing I noticed about Hyunjin is that he is incredibly gorgeous. But I think what’s really amazing is that he is just so much more than just a pretty face and he works so hard to show that. I mean, please don’t get me wrong, but he could so easily lean back and have his looks work for him, he could easily be successful as a model or maybe drama actor but he works so hard to show people that there’s more to him and I just admire that so much. He’s an amazing dancer, watching him is so mesmerizing.

Changbin’s voice really stood out the first time I heard them all do that showcase performance. Like he just started rapping in this deep, straight from hell, rumbly voice and his whole appearance made him seem like this really edgy, mysterious dark bad boy archetype but he’s just not that at all??? Like he’s actually so funny and adorable in ways that I think are often even unintentional and he just seems so bubbly and full of joy sometimes. And it just feels like he refuses to limit himself to a fixed persona and just run with playing that grungy rapper archetype and that makes his such an interesting personality in my opinion.

So, I reached Minho and this is where it’s getting harder to word because omg, I have so many feelings about this guy. Okay, so I feel like, kinda the same as with Changbin, Minho kinda looks like he should be one thing, but isn’t afraid to act like the complete opposite. He could be a pretty boy but he’s actually so weird? Like in an incredibly funny way. He’s so witty, almost only posts selfies with silly filters and says the weirdest shit sometimes. Also, he seems really intelligent, like in a ‘thinking out of the box’ kinda way (remember when they did that escape room and he was just solving everything?). I also admire his passion, I think he always strives to improve himself and be a little better than last time, I think he’s really passionate about what he does which makes him just so genuine??

I think we both feel the same way about Chan, like I also see Chan as someone who is just very dear to me? It’s weird, but I think I relate to him the most. Like, we are around the same age, have a similar music taste and so on and so forth. I feel like in some alternate universe we could have probably been very good friends. He just seems like someone I could talk to, someone who’d understand. He’s also a very inspiring person, not only because of his incredible talent and how much he has accomplished at such a young age but he’s also said some things (especially during his live streams) that I thought were really touching and hit close to home for me :’)

Finally, I’m going to include Woojin as well. Even though he isn’t part of the team anymore and that’s something we’ll have to get used to I still feel it would be wrong to exclude him here. Okay, so obviously his voice is incredible. The first time I heard him sing I was like ah yes, a very nice voice for ballads. But actually, he has a very nice voice for everything??? He’s so versatile. And something about him just feels warm. His voice, his personality, just this whole aura he gives is somehow caring. I obviously have no way of knowing what happened and I don’t want to make assumptions, but I wish him the best :3

#talks #anon #secret santa #oh my god #i got kinda emotional towards the end #also don't mind the entire damn essay I typed out about how much I love all of them xD

[oshyoideum]

EDIT/NOTE/WHATEVER: it’s actually repost of post from 2018 but it never showed in the searches so why the fuck not try again (literally copy-pasted it so)

Okay, so my first real work here on Tumblr, of course it had to be fanfic xD Upon inspiration from @actuallydeglace and her wonderful fanfic “Marrow” I wrote KimiSaku ‘cause who can stop me!? Welp.

I used one of @theradiointukyshead ‘s AUs.

Enjoy, I hope xD

It’s fucking long (4992 words)… could be longer but still long

AU: i come to get my laundry in the basement at like 3 a.m. and WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING ALL WHITE TO PRACTICE YOUR VIOLIN IN THAT DARK CORNER??

    Sakura was sitting alone in her dorm room munching (quite loudly) on her very tasty and very unhealthy chips while trying to focus on her notes. She was studying the material for the next test for few hours now and… what was the time? Shit, it’s almost three in the morning… I want to sleep… Sakura sniffed quietly after checking the time on her phone.

   The biggest test from anatomy was around the corner and the girl’s poor nerves were not helping her to prepare at all. In the past few days she was angry almost all the time, she wasn’t sleeping enough (three or four hours of precious sleep definitely were not doing her good) and due to lack of time her meals contained only of junk food and occasional fruit (bless Ino). On the contrary though she was very well prepared now studying only a few last topics so her misery hopefully won’t go to waste (It definitely won’t go to waste!  Sakura said to herself as one more negative thought crept into her mind. She was working so hard, she will definitely not only pass but will get a very good grade as well, there is no other way, is there? No.)

   After stuffing another fist of chips into her mouth, Sakura got up from her rather uncomfortable chair (but it had backrest so she wasn’t slouching! She promised herself to find at least one positive with everything she was hating in this tiring time) and did some stretching so she would be able to feel all of her limbs again. She glanced for a second on her small collection of empty cans of energy drinks and three empty as well mugs of coffee. Wow… I’m so lucky Ino went somewhere tonight ‘cause she’d definitely start lecturing me and that’s the last thing I need right now. She quickly started to get rid of the proof of her crime: crushed all cans and put them in the trash can, rest of the chips shoved in the little gap between wall and her bed where she put all of her ‘shape murderers’ as Ino liked to call junk food, she did nothing with the mugs yet but she will later wash them.

   Okay, so she almost cleaned the crime scene (aka her desk), that’s good. But she got this feeling that she forgot about something. She looked around the room searching for some sign and after a few minutes of staring at nothing in particular (losing focus again, are we?) she saw at the corner of her eye laundry basket that should be full of her dirty clothes but actually wasn’t. So that was the thing! Few hours ago she went to laundry room to do her laundry and she went back to her room so she wouldn’t waste any more of her precious time needed to study. And she forgot about it. Wow.

   She put on one of her baggy hoodies and some convers and sighing loudly took her basket in one hand and keys to the room in the other and dragged herself out of it. Like a responsible girl she is, she locked her dorm (why would she take keys if she wasn’t going to lock the door? Maybe self-defense but she has fists so kind of no). After few seconds of listening to some distant music probably from upstairs she finally started to walk. She felt her muscles ache from all the sitting in the recent times but she couldn’t even go to do some exercises at the gym because of lack of any free time. Eh, what a drag.

   When she reached the bottom floor she stopped in front of stairs which led to the basement where her destined point - laundry room - was. Who thought it would be a good idea to put laundry room in the basement!? Students don’t want to go to the basement at three in the morning! (Well, no one who actually does their laundry at normal time of day.) What if there are some monsters or even worse - what if there are some drunk people who will throw up on her fresh clean clothes!? Disaster!

   At some point of her internal complaining Sakura thought she heard something from the dark corridor below. But she must have misheard, right? There was literally no reason for anyone beside her to be down there. She knew she was the only one who did laundry in the evening that day and she was one hundred percent sure that none of her fellow students would go down there to get broom or something to clean at night. So she must have misheard. There was no other rational explanation. And she was a little high on the caffeine that was still in her body and overly tired after her passionate date with anatomy textbook.

 Yup, misheard.

   But, as she started to take steps to get down the mysterious sound occurred once again. There was very little possibility that maybe her ears finally started playing tricks on her after all the excited screams Naruto was producing every day or loud music Ino liked to turn on when she was dressing herself or really anything else.

   When the sound didn’t stop this time Sakura started to get nervous. Her heart rate increased and her hands started to get sweaty. After watching so many horror films with her friends her mind was able to create some pretty impressive scenarios of what might have been down there. She probably should just turn around and run to her very safe dorm to her very safe bed. But she was too exhausted to listen to her rational side and she needed those clothes! What would she wear to tomorrow lectures? She put almost everything she had in the washing machine so beside her actual attire consisting of sports shorts, old top and hoodie her only other piece of clothing was little black dress (very short and very backless). So she REALLY needed to get her ass down there, scare whatever there was, collect her things and run for her life! Okay, should work she decided.

   As she was taking more steps towards this cursed basement she realized that the sound was actually pretty nice. Was it violin? She listened closely and indeed, the mysterious sound was violin. Very nice violin actually, slow peaceful music was filling the staircase. It was very relaxing theme and Sakura decided she could listen to this beautiful notes all eternity if she have had the chance. It made her loose up a little and she even smiled at the thought of someone playing such masterpiece at three in the basement.

    Right, if there was sound there has to be a musician too! That realization made Sakura open her eyes widely and stare into the darkness. What if there was a ghost? She didn’t know how to deal with ghosts!

   I need clothes, there is nothing in there, that’s just hallucination Sakura started to repeat it like a mantra in her mind.

Okay, so I’m going down slowly. Nothing to worry about, I’m sure…

I bet there is a ghost!

Shut up! There isn’t a ghost! I’m just very tired!

Yeah, so tired that you just started talking to yourself.

Hmpf…

And you know what that means? Psychosis!

   Sakura growled low under her breath and pulled herself together. She just went quickly two steps at a time and jumped from a few which lasted. And then:

 “AAAHHH!”

   Sakura screamed at the top her lungs upon seeing a ghost. A GHOST! She stumbled backwards and fell on the stairs bruising her hip and elbow and everything! She just wanted to get up and get the hell out of there. In the brief second of courage she looked up and saw someone who looked equally as scared as she was (but this ‘someone’ wasn’t laying on the floor). This person was wearing a white shirt and also white pants and… didn’t have shoes. The only light that was illuminating was from open doors to the laundry room and it was very dim creepily white light.

   Between her sharp fast breathes Sakura looked at the pale face of ‘the ghost’ and found herself shocked. She knew this person! White, quite long hair were gathered into well-maintained man bun with a red hair tie. Under person’s eyes were dark a little reddish circles (does no one in this college sleep? Probably.) and these eyes, these beautiful eyes in bottle green color she could not describe enough to give them justice (where is all this poetry she read sometime when she needs it!?).

 “Kimimaro!?”

   The man didn’t looked so startled after realizing that screaming being was Sakura, small med student who sometimes talked with him about music and a lot of different things. And whom he actually really liked and always enjoyed her company.

    He put his violin down and walked over to the girl still lying half on the flat floor half on the stairs and offered her a hand she gladly accepted. He gently pulled her up and gave her her dropped laundry basket and keys.

 “Hello, Sakura.” Said Kimimaro with small polite nod.

 “What are you even doing here!? And with… with a violin!?” Sakura was still recovering from traumatizing event and was shaking a little while frantically gesticulating with her free hand.

   Knowing how to calm her (sometimes she’d came to him really angry and he learned a few little tricks) he took her small hand into his bigger one and started to gently draw small circles with his thumb. With his other hand he took a loose strand of her pink hair and brushed it behind her ear. For a moment he was stroking her cheek with his knuckles and kept doing so until her breathing started to normalize. That was it, his language of choice - touching and feeling and she seemed to like it too.

 “So, did you calm a little?”

   Sakura closed her eyes for a few second and then opened them with a sigh.

 “Yes, thank you.” She looked into his eyes only to see worry and uncertainty. Why was he worried? “What are you doing here hiding in the shadows like that?”

 “Well,” He let go of her hand and suddenly she felt very cold in this particular place even though she also felt nice tingle around her fingers and at the back of her hand and on the cheek. It was this kind of feeling that made her a little bit more happy. “Kabuto is studying in our dorm…”

 “Did he kick you out!? If he did I will kick his ass!” Sakura interrupted him before he had a chance to end his sentence.

 “No, no need to worry” He looked into her eyes with such gentleness and delicacy that she almost could feel her heart breaking but with the happiness. He touched her shoulder and then forehead. Under his soft long fingers she relaxed her furrowed brows. It was strange to her that this man, Kimimaro, was able to calm her down and put at ease better that her lifetime friend. “I just wanted to practice a little and did not want to disturb him.”

 “Okay… but why in the basement? Why at night?” she took a quick glimpse of his bare feet “And where are your shoes?”

   Suddenly Kimimaro looked kind of sheepish when he avoided Sakura’s eyes and rubbed the back of his neck.

 “Well, I couldn’t sleep and… I’ll show you.” He said while turning his back to the girl and walked towards the case of his violin. He took out a piece of paper and asked her to come closer where there was a little more light.

   She took the paper and started reading.

 “Dear Mr. Kaguya. We are looking for new talents, blah blah blah, you’re fine work may result in becoming one of the most renowned composers. Ha! Told you so.“ She looked up with the happy grin before continuing. “ Blah blah blah, and we are honored to inform that you have been chosen to play as one of the few young prodigies at our autumn concert at the opera! Oh my god, that’s wonderful!”

   Sakura let go of her basket and practically jumped on the completely unsuspecting man. She hugged him tightly around his neck trying not to crease the letter too much. After the first wave of shock Kimimaro reciprocated her hug almost as tight. His embrace was warm like the first sun in the spring after months of cold or like a cup of hot chocolate during said cold months of winter. He smelled like wood of which his violin has been made of and soap but what soap exactly she couldn’t tell.

   After a while she backed out a little and put her free hand on his cheek and moved it slowly to the side of his neck and finally shoulder.

 “I’m genuinely so proud of you. Even though I’m not in a position to be but you just… worked so hard and you love it and put so much of yourself in it… I’m really happy for you.”

 “Thank you.” He said with little content smile and released her from his embrace. “It… means a lot actually.” (Did he blushed a little or shadows and light were playing with her? She couldn’t tell.)

 “No problem. That’s what friends are for.” She flashed him her happy grin and collected her things from the floor. “So that’s why you couldn’t sleep. You must be very excited.”

 “Pretty much, yes.”

 “Wow, this is really awesome. I wish you the best, you know.” She stated with a soft smile and smirked. “But you still haven’t told me why you’re not wearing shoes and why exactly are you practicing in the basement.”

  She stared deeply straight into his eyes. Now he was definitely blushing and his embarrassment was so adorable it put Sakura into even better mood. (How was it possible when half an hour ago she was miserable? Maybe he was some kind of mystical creature who was bringing happiness, who knows.)

   She pointed on her basket. “You can tell me while I take my clothes, okay?”

   And not really waiting for him she entered quite big place with a lot of washing machines. (Good washing machines with dryers.) She placed basket on one on them and opened two machines she used and started taking her clothes out of one. Kimimaro placed his violin down next to Sakura’s container and stood next to her to help her. He was standing really close to her, she could feel heat of his body on her bare legs.

 “So…?” She nudged hum slightly.

 “I was playing here because this corridor has decent acoustics.”

 “Okay, so this is understandable even though I’m pretty sure there are some better places with good acoustics than basement.” She gave him a side look. “But nevermind… Shoes. Why you don’t wear shoes?

 “Ach…” He scratched his head while giving her a few shirts. “They are here” he pointed next to the door “but I took them off.”

 “I can see that. I’m not stupid, you know.”

 “I would never suggest such a thing”

 “I know… ugh, I’m just do tireeed.” She whined stuffing the last piece of clothing to her definitely too small basket. (How did she bring here all this in this stupid thing?). “I’ll drop the shoes topic, maybe you just felt like being barefoot, I don’t know.”

 “Maybe.” He let out a small chuckle. What a pretty sound she decided. She wanted to take her full basket but was stopped by pale warm palm on her hand.

 “Please, let me help.” She considered the offer for a second. She definitely could carry it back to her room but who was she to deny such a nice offer. She nodded only and waited until he put on his damned shoes and took the basket. She took her keys and his violin and they both exited laundry place. His shoulder brushed lightly against her as they were going up the stairs.

 “So… you going back to Kabuto? ‘Cause you know, you can sleep with me.”

   She processed words that came out of her mouth only when she saw surprised expression on Kimimaro’s face.

 “Oh fuck! That’s not what I meant!” Even though I can’t deny I would want to… I’D TAP THAT! “Sleep with me as in with me in my dorm! Ino went somewhere and she probably won’t come back until a lot later so there is one bed empty.”

 “Oh” My god, was he disappointed!? “It would be nice actually, Kabuto can be a little grumpybefore exams.” The understatement of the year.

 “Tell no more. I was studying with him twice and please no more! They say ‘three times a charm’ but not in this case, there won’t be a third time. No way ever! Nu-uh!”

  Oh, he chuckled again. Sakura could swear this was one of the best sounds she ever heard in her life and she heard a lot. She smiled at him and they walked to her room in pleasant silence disturbed only by distant music.

   Once inside the dorm Kimimaro set the basket on the floor while Sakura gently put his violin on a windowsill. She kicked her shoes of and made a gesture with her arm presenting the whole, not so big, place.

 “Welcome to my little kingdom where nerves get shattered.” She bowed theatrically “Make yourself at home.”

 “Thanks.” He said smiling. He walked over to her desk and looked and her textbook and dirty mugs. “I see you’ve been studying as well. That is why you were doing laundry so late?”

 “Yeah, big test soon. Anatomy, dreadful. I normally like it but in the last week I slept only twenty hours out of hundred sixty eight that are in the whole week. I know, I counted.”

 “It is not good for your health.” Oh, he was worried again. It was nice.

 “Yup. But what can I do? Gotta be a doctor so gotta study hard.” She said with a fake chirpiness in her voice as her arms slumped. Kimimaro put his hand reassuringly on Sakura’s back and rubbed for a while. He didn’t know what to say but he knew that she’d understand his little gesture.

   Sakura focused on warm spot on her back when his hand rested. She started to feel a little tingle in her insides which was… pleasant to her surprise. She wasn’t surprised of her obvious attraction but rather of feeling of connection if she could name it like that.

   She straightened her back and moved a little away from the man. She took off her hoodie and threw it on the chair.

 “I’m gonna take a shower. You can go sleep or read some book… or wait if you want to shower too. I’ll be back in a while.”

   She went to the bathroom and took her clothes off. She looked at her reflection in the mirror while having an internal battle with her shame, morals and want.

Do it.

It’s stupid. Stupid! I can’t.

Do. It. Make

Stop! Don’t you dare end this sentence.

Make your dreams come true…

But I’m not sure if it’s appropriate…

It isn’t. Just. Fucking. DO. IT!

ALL RIGHT! Stop talking!

I’m you so you’re the one talking.

 “Smartass.”

   She took a towel, wrapped herself in it and without much thought went out.

   Kimimaro sat on her bed with some book. Upon hearing the door open he looked up to see practically naked girl looking at him with fire in her eyes. It was unexpected even though he wanted her to look at him like that for some time now. He couldn’t help himself not to eye her toned legs a little but he quickly looked back at her face.

   Sakura was overall very confident but suddenly she felt uncertain. “Well…” Oh, to hell with that. “Would you maybe like to take a shower together? You know… to… to save the water!” To save the water!? It’s the worst excuse you could come up with. Yeah? Then tell me a better one! …fair enough.

   Okay, so this definitely wasn’t one of her proudest moments. She wasn’t as good in seducing as Ino! (If it even can count as seducing.) But she stood strong trying to look confident and at least a little sultry.

   Kimimaro stared at her blankly for a few seconds processing the situation. He knew Sakura could be straightforward but he’d never thought such a bold move was in her repertoire. So he just smirked (Sakura was sure that if her self-control would have been any less her knees would just give up by now upon seeing this beautiful sexy face with such an expression. Hot damn.) and played along.

 “Since saving the Earth is the most important I do not see why not to take up on your offer.”

   Sakura backed down to the bathroom and threw at him the same towel she was wrapped in. She went into the shower and turned the water on. Warm, transparent liquid started to flow with a pleasant hum. Pink hair stuck to her bare shoulders, neck and high on her back. She moved them away from her face.

   Short after she saw her shower curtain move and felt the presence of another body behind her. He stood back to back with her. She turned around and moved her left hand to touch his shoulder. She felt his slight shiver under fingertips. Her hand moved a little down to his shoulder blade and under his arm to rest where his heart should be. She hugged him from the back feeling his rapid heartbeat. Did it beat so fast for her? She certainly hoped so because her heart beat so fast for him too.

   He moved her hands away to turn and face her. He looked into her glistening green eyes, so similar to his but so different. Full of emotion, of passion and happiness and desire. He leaned down a little and at the same time she stood on her tiptoes resting her hands on his shoulders for better balance. Their noses were now touching, They could feel each other’s breathes.

   She was the first to break the eye contact between them. She looked for a brief second on his lips and covered the little distance to finally touch them. She kissed him gently first, it felt almost like touch of a feather or butterfly’s wing. His lips were very soft and oh so perfect. Like made just for her.

   When she broke it, he pushed her lightly so she’d lean against tiles.

 “Kimimaro…” she let out with a satisfied sigh when he kissed her again. But this kiss wasn’t gentle and careful. It was very strong, full of passion and hunger. It was dangerous like fire during drought and sweet as fairy floss.

   He gripped her thighs and lifted her up. She put her legs around his waist. They were so close that even a sheet of paper wouldn’t fit between them.

   Between their heated kisses she was able to blindly find the tap and turn the water off. Then she hooked her arms around his neck with her hands in his white hair.

   He secured her with one hand on her bottom and kept caressing her back with the other. He walked out of  the shower and into the room.

   Without tripping on anything he walked to her bed. As they fell on the mattress he secured himself with one hand to not collapse on her.

   He gazed upon female body beneath him. He took in all of her smooth skin with scars here and there. All of her little beauty mark. He took in all of her.

 “I thought you were tired.” He said with quirked eyebrow.

   She knew why he said that. He wanted to give her exit if she wasn’t ready. Even though she should be the one to do so as she was the one who lured him.

 “I’m not anymore.” She propped slightly on her elbows. “Do you want to…?

  Kimimaro leaned forward until his lips reached her ear close enough to touch and whispered:

 “Why would I not?”

   He then licked the spot on her neck where the pulse was and blew on it. It resulted in shiver down her spine.

   He began moving down slowly, leaving feather like kisses on her neck, collarbone, chest. When he came to her breast, he left a few more around her nipples. He drew the tip of his around one of the nips and blew. Her breather hitched in her throat due to that sensation. He did the same with the other one. He sucked and bit on skin next to it. She arched her back with soft moan.

   He moved to her stomach where some of the scars where and he kisses every single one of them looking not to miss any.

   When he got to the legs he started with ankles and kept going higher and higher. He was trailing the path with his fingers on which his lips appeared after.

   All of this was like worshipping. He chose his own Goddess and he worshipped her body like he worshipped her mind any other day.

   When he came to her thighs she pulled him back to her lips and mumbled between her heavy breaths: “Stop teasing…”

    She reached out to her nightstand, opened the drawer and took out a small plastic package. Then she sat on her knees and gently pushed Kimimaro so he would sit down leaning against the wall. She put the package between her lips and moved closer to him on all fours. She slowly moved up sitting between his legs.

 “You look so… tasty I could devour you.” She whispered into his ear.

   His breath quickened as his hand roamed across her body.

   She moved down to be on eye level with his hard standing member. He twitched in reaction to her gentle touch. When the shaft from the bottom to the tip one of Kimimaro’s hand found its place in her hair and a few not-so-silent groans left his throat. She kissed the tip licking off the precum and moved back only to be met with disappointed sound from the man.

   She chuckled and opened the little package. She took condom out and looking straight into her lover’s eyes she ducked down again and slowly put in on his member licking not yet wrapped parts.

   Without much of a warning she positioned herself above him and quickly lowered herself on him so he was all inside. It resulted in loud moan from her at the feeling of complete fullness and stretching and groan from him at the feeling of her tightness.

   She rested her head in the crook of his neck breathing heavily just like him. He put his strong arms around her hugging her tightly.

   After a while she slowly started to move up and down, up and down. Their breather hitched. Loud moans and groans filled the whole of the room. They were moaning into each other’s ears while moving in a perfect sync.

   They were one now. One body and one soul. This was their moment.

   Sakura started to move faster. Her thighs were starting to ache but she didn’t think about it. She was focused only on her and his release. Her mind was clouded full only of the sounds of them making love.

   He put one of his hands lower on Sakura’s ass to keep her steady. He kept whispering to her ear how beautiful she was.

   She kissed him passionately feeling orgasm building in her stomach. They were both moving frantically until Sakura moaned and screamed loudly into his lips.

 “Ahh, Kimi… Kimimaro!” Her whole body was shaking when he helped her to ride out her orgasm. Not long after he himself felt his sweet release grunting.

   They both panted heavily and he pressed his forehead to hers. They looked each other in the eyes and listened to their quickened heartbeats in the silence.

   She got off him and laid down waiting for him to come back. He laid down next to her and took one of her hands in his and trailed little patterns on her skin.

   Sakura turned to lay on her belly putting her crossed arm on his chest and resting her chin on them. She was half laying on him but he didn’t seem to mind.

 “So…” she started not really knowing what to say.

 “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

  She laughed at the odd, considering the situation, question.

 “We messed up the order, didn’t we?”

 “I suppose we did.”

 “I’d love to go on a date with you.” She responded with a grin.

 “Good.” God, his smile will be the death of her.

   Not so later on they both fell asleep.

   Ino opened the door to her dorm without knocking.

 “Sakura! You won’t believe what…” The blonde girl stopped shocked.

   Well, Sakura was where she ought to be but she was naked and with this boy she kept talking on for some time.

   Well, well, well… what have we here. Ino took out her phone and with one of her most sinister grins snapped a few (around twenty) pictures of sleeping couple. So the material for blackmailing has been collected, now she had to make sure the lovebirds would have peace.

   She took Sakura’s phone from her nightstand and turned off all of the alarms. Haruno will be so mad but one lecture won’t make her any less smart, will it?

   Ino took one last glance on her best friend’s bed, took some clothes to change and as silently as she could went out of the room.

Okay.

That was it. My first ever facfic written in English and my first ever smut (I’m like 99% sure if this was more ‘porn like’ smut I would do better).

I think it’s decent xD

#kimisaku #sakura haruno #sakura #naruto #kimimaro #kimimaro kaguya #ino #only a little but still xD #but mostly I don't know what #i enjoyed writing it #though I don't know if characters are portrayed well #welp #who cares #(me it's me) #modern!au #nodrama!au #writing #my fic #fic #fanfiction

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How Hard Can One Baby Be?

A/N: I can’t be stopped and need distractions from the stress of finals week XD Enjoy more DnD babes~ ~Rue

Word Count: 4438

“I usually put him down for a nap around two. He has this little stuffed griffon Mama and Papa gave him that he loves to curl up next to. Sometimes he simply won’t go to sleep without it. I left some bottles for him, sometimes he gets finicky, but you just have to be patient and- This isn’t too much for you is it?”

Sildar glanced up at Talnah. Her hands were fidgeting with her blue robe, the same robe they had all gotten her for Candlesnight. It seemed like so long ago now, and Talnah seemed different in a way.

Perhaps it was just a side effect of having her first child.

“Dear friend, you have no need to worry,” he assured placing a hand on her shoulder. Talnah stopped her fidgeting and looked up at Sildar. He saw doubt and fear flash through her eyes. Perhaps she was having second thoughts. He couldn’t let that happen. After all, new mothers needed a break eventually, and it was clear that having a fussy baby was taking its toll on the tiefling. “He’s one baby and there are six of us. I think we can handle him. You need to go out and relax. You’ve earned it. After these next two days, you’ll have us babysitting all the time, and maybe I’ll even get to introduce him to Mathilda.”

Talnah’s shoulders slumped a bit and her tail fell to the floor. Sildar could see the bags that had started to form under her eyes. It had been quite a while since he’d seen the tiefling this worn. “What if he starts to miss me?” she asked, “I don’t think I’ve ever left him for this long before… I don’t know Sildar, maybe I’m making a mistake. Maybe Cascius is still too little yet.”  As if on cue, tiny noises started up from the bassinet in the room. Talnah smiled at Sildar before motioning him to follow her. She pulled aside the deep blue curtains to reveal her squirming child and a stuffed griffon with button eyes. Sildar thought it was odd how little the young child looked like a tiefling. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the tail and Talnah’s unmistakable eyes, he would have sworn the child didn’t possess an ounce of infernal blood at all. But, perhaps that would change once his horns grew in…. If he grew horns.

“Good morning my Starshine,” Talnah cooed, plucking Cascius from his bed. The child squirmed a bit before he found a comfortable spot to cling onto Talnah. “Can you say hello to Uncle Sildar?” she asked softly.

Sildar reached out to put a hand atop Cascius’ head. Gods that hair was so soft and curly, “You’re going to have a fun time taming this when he gets older.” He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the giggles escape from Talnah’s mouth.

“Well, thankfully I don’t have to worry about that for quite some-”

“Come on Tal! Hurry up! Just give Cascius to Sildar!”

Robin’s voice came through the second story window clear as day. Just like that worry replaced Talnah’s smile once more.

“I can walk you to the door so you can hold him for a little while longer,” Sildar offered. He couldn’t help but wonder what she must be feeling. She hadn’t ever spent that much time away from Cascius, but they all seemed to agree that it was time for her to have a break, at least for tonight.

As they walked down the staircase Talnah peppered the baby in kisses. Would she be able to stay away for a night? Would Ea and Robin be able to keep her away for a night?

“You promise, you’ll have Jacar get a hold of me if anything goes wrong?” she asked, “It really won’t be any bother… I’ll probably call tonight just so I can say goodnight to him.” Talnah seemed like she wanted to say more until Ea put a hand on her shoulder.

Talnah had waited almost three months until she said anything about the pregnancy and she had waited just a little longer to tell Ea. Sildar didn’t blame her. Despite the other tiefling being another close friend, there had been no telling on how she’d react. Even now, she didn’t exactly seem to hold a fondness for the child.

Ea squeezed Talnah’s shoulder lightly, “Give him to Sildar Talnah. He’ll be safe.” Sildar watched as Talnah’s eyes flickered from Ea to Cascius, to himself. Would she change her mind at the last minute? Cascius was her baby, her first baby, and he knew that Talnah could be quite stubborn at times when she did or didn’t want to do something.

After what seemed like an eternity, Talnah relented. She placed one last kiss on her child’s head before handing him over. “Please take good care of him… I would very much like to come home to my baby.”

Sildar nodded as he took Cascius from Talnah’s arms. It felt a bit more awkward than he had imagined. Talnah made holding the child seem so easy, but he felt clumsy and a bit unsure. “Don’t worry Tal. You go and have fun. Have a night to yourself, dance, drink, have a night of uninterrupted sleep. Let us worry about little Cascius. You take care of yourself. After all, we’ve survived worse than him. How bad can one baby be?”

********

This was how bad one baby could be….

Sildar swore the words “How bad can one baby be?” would be written on his tombstone. Sure, the first few minutes after Talnah’s departure, everything had seemed alright, but that was only the calm before the storm. It was after the first hour had passed that things started to become bad. It started out as whimpering. Only whimpering. Sildar was positive he could handle just whimpering. Then the whimpers burst into full-blown cries. Slowly, the others entered the room, all crowding around the crying child.

“Did you check his diaper?” Claire asked.

“Twice. There’s nothing. I tried his griffon and even giving him his bottle. Nothing!” Sildar handed the child off to Phryn before flipping through Talnah’s notes for what felt like the millionth time. Had she said something that he’d forgotten to write down? He couldn’t call Talnah. He had assured her that they’d have the situation completely under control. Calling her now would only make her stress. There had to be something they could do. Anything!

Korv bumbled towards Phryn with a wide grin on his face, “Babies like funny faces right? Baby can’t laugh and cry at the same time.” He leaned in close to Cascius’ face and opened his maw, “Hello small Cassy!” For a moment, the crying stopped. The group all let out a sigh of relief. Finally, they had quiet….

Then the crying started again, only this time it seemed ten times louder than it was before. Korv stumbled back in shock, right into Claire. He looked at her the same way a kicked puppy would. He didn’t quite understand what had gone wrong. “Nice attempt big guy, but uh….  Small babies aren’t usually super fond of sharp teeth,” she explained. The half-orc patted Korv’s shoulder in an attempt to show some form of comfort.

“Is it just me? Or does the crying seem louder than before?” Phryn asked, doing what she could to save her ears.

K’Thriss stepped passed his sister and towards Sildar, “Thaumaturgy. Real great in little tieflings. Especially when they can’t control it. Which means, you should call Talnah before it gets any worse.”

Sildar’s eyes widened. What was K’Thriss saying? Did he even know what he was saying? Sildar squared his shoulders and met the drow’s eyes. “We can’t. This is supposed to be her time to relax and keep her mind off the baby. We can handle it.”

“Oh really? Well, that seems like a wonderful idea considering how well you’re handling it right now,” K’Thriss spat, causing Sildar to jump back in mild offence but he couldn’t think of any way to refute what the drow had said. “Look, maybe Talnah forgot something. Just call her and ask her how to turn her kid off.”

As painful as the situation was, Sildar wasn't about to worry Talnah. He had told her he could handle this, that they could handle this. Even if K’Thriss was right, he wasn’t about to admit it. “If you don’t want to deal with it, then fine. You can go off and lock yourself alone with your paints and canvases.”

“Believe me Hallwinter, I’d be more than happy to be with myself and my paintings, but it’s hard for anyone to focus on anything when that kid is summoning everything that is unholy,” K’Thriss hissed. It didn’t seem that K’Thriss would back down anytime soon, and Sildar didn’t plan on backing down either. But he knew he had to come up with something. There was only so much crying one man could take.

Then it clicked.

"K'Thriss, how much paint do you have?"

*******

A laughing baby was so much better than a crying baby. There wasn’t much to do to come to that conclusion. Sildar watched as the young Vellaam happily splattered his painted hands over a canvas. Claire sat close by, guiding Cascius back to the canvas whenever he started to drift towards the floor.

“See K’Thriss? Talnah doesn’t need to worry herself. We just need to be a little more… inventive,” Sildar said, all too smugly, looking towards the drow. K’Thriss, on the other hand, didn’t look happy at all with the situation. His eyes narrowed a bit at the human and his lips pursed.

“You owe me Hallwinter,” he huffed, “He’s mixing my paints. Those weren’t cheap.”

Sildar waved him off and continued to smile at the drow, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you go on with ruined paints. On the bright side, he’s not ‘summoning everything that is unholy’ anymore. That is how you worded it, right?”  He had to stop himself from laughing when K’Thriss’ face contorted before a frustrated sigh left his lips. Sildar moved closure and bumped his shoulder, “Maybe this means you may have a mini underling on your hands…. And I will get you more paint… And a canvas.”

Sildar wasn’t sure, but he swore he saw the tiniest of smiles on the drow’s face out of the corner of his eye. If it had been there it quickly disappeared. “Do you plan on explaining to Talnah why Cascius is blue? Because as far as I know, neither she nor his father was, and neither of them are chameleons.”

“Of course not! There is this thing called baths. We’ll just wash him off and let Talnah see what he worked on when she comes home.”

“Easier said than done Hallwinter,” K’Thriss chuckled. Sildar rolled his eyes. It was only a bath. Magic or not, a bath couldn’t be that hard.

Or so he thought.

********

Jacar was plucking his lute when he felt his earring warm up. The tune was old and familiar. It brought about happy memories and held an air of sadness… Claire sat in the corner of the room, listening to him pluck out the old tune. At first, Jacar didn’t register the warming of his ear until he played a few minutes of the song. Slowly his hand reached up to touch his ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh Jacar!” Talnah’s voice rung out clear as day, “How is everything going? Is Cascius being a little angel for you all?” Jacar could only imagine how much Talnah had been thinking about Cascius. Had Robin and Ea even been able to keep her mind off the baby?

Jacar figured he could leave out the part about Cascius crying for most of the day… “He’s fine Talnah, he’s as good as a baby can be. I’m surprised you were able to keep yourself from calling this long, it’s almost sunset. How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I just-”

“Talnah!”

Ea’s voice was recognizable in the background as well as pounding on what he could only assume was a door.

“Talnah give me back my earring! Cas is fine! You can see him tomorrow! Now give me back my earring!”

“Yeah Tal, it’s girl’s night! You’re supposed to be having fun!” Robin’s voice wasn’t nearly as loud as Ea’s and seemed to be more of a mediator in this situation.

Well… It seemed that there would only be one way to cure Ea’s rage. Letting out a sigh, Jacar decided to start what would undoubtedly be a long conversation with Talnah in an attempt to make her give Ea the earring back. The minstrel had just opened his mouth when-

“Where the fuck is the baby?”

The words were loud and panicked and Jacar felt his face go white.

“What was that ?” Talnah asked. Jacar could hear the rising panic in her voice. He had to think of something.  Something. Anything. Don’t panic Jacar. Don’t-

“We’re making fudge with the baby!” Jacar didn’t need to look at Claire to see how she felt about his response, the audible smack to her face was telling enough.

“Oh… Well… Make sure he doesn’t get too close to the stove. And keep him away from the knives! They’re both rather dangerous and-”

“Yup. All good Tal. You enjoy your night. Goodnight! Give the earring back to Ea. We’ve got everything under control!” Jacar swore he’d never hung up faster in all his life. Hopefully, Ea and Robin could still keep Talnah away…. And hopefully his voice didn’t betray his panic.

“Nice going Jacar,” Claire sighed, “Now we’re going to have to find a baby and make fudge.”

********

Sildar paced back and forth. Both he and Korv were soaked to the bone and he had no idea where Cascius had gone. Sure he’d heard that magic could be unpredictable in babies, but he certainly didn’t expect Talnah’s baby to go missing in the middle of a bath!

“He can’t be that far,” Phryn offered, “I mean, he’s still young, his magic isn’t that strong yet. He has to be in the house somewhere.” She had a point, but even then Sildar was still nervous. What if Cascius was on the roof? Or what if he fell down the stairs? There were so many things that could go wrong and each new scenario caused Sildar’s panic to rise.

K’Thriss stepped in front of Sildar and forced him to meet his gaze. “Now will you call Talnah and ask her for help? She’s been dealing with this kid since day one. She knows how to handle him better than any of us. If you don’t want this to end in disaster-”

“Stop,” Sildar snapped, “Just stop. No, we are not calling her. If we do she’ll never let anyone else handle him again and that’s not good for her. She needs this and we don’t need her thrown into a panic. Plus Jacar already told her that we’re making fudge. So how bad will that look on us that we not only lost the baby but also lied to her face.” Sildar wasn’t backing down on this. He was a member of the Griffon Calvary dammit! He dealt with worse in the past, he handles griffons almost daily. He should be able to take care of a baby! “We need to find him and find him fast. It’s getting dark already. If we split up we can find him faster." With every word, Sildar felt his heart sink a little lower. He had promised Talnah that he could care for her child. What if he had been wrong?

********

Sildar sat with his head in his hands. So far they’d hadn’t had any luck. Where had he gone?

“Don’t worry Sildar, I’m sure he’s all right. We would have heard something right?” Phryn asked. She had always had a comforting air about her, but even then Sildar still felt that sick feeling deep within the pit of his stomach.

He didn’t even look up at Phryn, he couldn’t bring himself to meet anyone’s gaze at this point. How could he? “I promised Talnah we could look after him,” he said softly, “What type of cavalryman am I if I can’t look after a child?” Talnah trusted him with the thing she valued most and he had let her down. You couldn’t replace a child.

Phryn shook her head, “Don’t think like that. We will find him. He isn’t half-way across the world he’s-” As her words trailed off Sildar thought that she was finally starting to come to the same conclusion he had. He thought that maybe she’d accepted that the worst had happened.  He opened his mouth to say something, but Phryn quickly shushed him. His face contorted in confusion for a moment, then he heard it. The small noises were almost inaudible. Sildar swore he had never run faster in all of his life. He ran all the way stopping only to make sure he was still running towards the noise.  It led him to a small room with washing equipment and an upturned basket. Breath held, he walked closer to the basket and grabbed it’s sides. Underneath a freshly dried pile washed laundry was the young tiefling holding a stuffed griffon close.

Cascius looked up towards Sildar with wide, wet eyes. It looked like he was about to start crying and Sildar had never been happier to see the face of a sad child. “Oh where have you been little Cas? Have you been here the whole time?” he could help the laughter pouring out of his mouth. He hadn’t lost his friend’s child. Cascius was safe if not a little hungry, “Oh just look at you, you wonderful little terror! Where did you get your toy from?”

Phryn entered into the room not too long after. She smiled from Sildar to Cascius before noticing the toy. “Now how did he get that?” she asked, drawing Sildar’s attention towards her, “I noticed it was a little dirty, so I decided to wash it off. A clean and happy toy for a clean and happy baby.” How ironic it was that such a kind intention had lead to such terror. Sildar turned back towards Cascius. Those big eyes reminded him so much of the child’s mother, they were so easy to read and ready to take in so much.

The next whimper that left Cascius drew him back to the present. “Perhaps it’s time to feed him and put him to bed yeah?”

********

Surprisingly, feeding Cascius had been the easiest task. Once they got him to put the toy down, he latched onto the bottle without fuss. In the meantime, Korv and the other got to work on the fudge that Jacar had used as a cover-up. The only one keeping Sildar company was K’Thriss.

“He’s not that bad when he’s not screaming,” K’Thriss said quietly, “I guess you could call him kind of cute.”

Sildar nodded in absent-minded agreement.  He turned to look at K’Thriss, “I guess he is, isn’t he? He must be like this for Talnah most of the time if she never wants to leave him alone.”

“Either that or it’s just because he’s hers.”

“Could be, but I suppose none of us were really any better at this age.”

Cascius pushed the bottle away the best he could with his tiny hands. He looked up at Sildar before a tiny hand reached up to tug at one of his braids. “Maybe you should get your hair cut before that kid gets a few months older,” K’Thriss suggested, “You know, before he gets bigger and it really starts to hurt.”

Sildar shook his head and started raising Cascius closer to his face in an attempt to get him to let go. “Nah, he’ll be fine. Babies like to grab onto fingers and ha-”

Sildar didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Cascius rammed his head into Sildar’s. It didn’t hurt as much as it startled him. He quickly pulled Cascius back and stared at him as the infant started laughing. K’Thriss joined in, snickering quietly from his spot on the dining table, “Count yourself lucky he doesn’t have horns. The babies are like goats. There were enough of them in Shadowfell to figure that out.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Sildar murmured, placing Cascius’ bottle down, “You ever been hit by one.”

“Nah, never been fond of babies,” he shrugged, “Too much work, too much crying.”

“But of course Uncle K’Thriss loves his little nephew right?” Sildar teased, slowly holding Cascius out towards the drow. Just then Phryn poked her head out of the kitchen, “K’Thriss, would you mind adding a bit of artistic flair to the fudge?”

K’Thriss pushed himself off the table and started walking away from Cascius and Sildar and towards the kitchen. Just before he passed the kitchen door he paused and turned to face the human. “Maybe,” he said. Then he was gone.

********

While a happy baby was much better than a crying baby, it would have nice if Cascius had been happy to go to sleep. Each of the six aunts and uncles decided to take shifts, throughout the night until he fell asleep. After his disappearing stunt in the bath earlier, no one wanted to take a chance with him having another spurt of untamed, unpredictable magic escape him. There had been a few instances of crying and small magic spurts throughout the night. Each of the members had gone at least two shifts staying up with the child and Sildar had been the last one to go on shift in the child’s room. When he woke up, fear shot through him once more.

Cascius was gone.

He shot up expecting the worst. He had fallen asleep during one of Cascius’ spurts and he had gone missing again! Talnah would be home any minute! They didn’t have time! The man continued to panic until the music reached his ears. The tune led him out of the nursery and into Jacar’s room. The minstrel sat on the floor slowly plucking away at his lute.

Talnah had come home about an hour ago, excited and relieved to see Cascius again. Once the song reached her ears. The tune was familiar. It was too familiar, but she didn’t mind. It reminded her of happy times, but also made her heartache. She followed the song to where Jacar had a sleeping Cascius in his lap. Talnah took a seat next to him on the floor and listened.

“I know someone else who loved... loves this song,” he said softly after a long moment but continuing to pluck at his instrument, “You know… I think it’s interesting that he seems to like it too.”

“Yes. It is funny isn’t it?” she replied in the same hushed tone.

Throughout the song, the two continued to speak in hushed whispers that none of the onlookers dared interrupt. Each one had their own opinions of the song. Sildar noticed Ea staring at the ground resolutely, her face flipping between rage and a mask of calm. He didn’t really want to ask why he was sure he knew anyways.

“I don’t know if it’s the song or if he just wore himself out, but he’s fast asleep now,” Jacar said softly. Talnah’s eyes had started to water. He wasn’t sure if she even noticed, but it probably brought back similar feelings for her that they did for him.

Those feelings weren’t always easy to deal with even if some of the memories were pleasant.

Talnah quickly wiped her eyes, and blinked to try to get rid of any tears clinging to her lashes. “I’d like to believe it’s the song Jacar,” she said softly, “I really would.” She slowly ran her fingers through Cascius’ curly blonde hair. He squirmed a bit, but he didn’t wake.

Slowly each of the onlookers left the room, allowing the song to finish in silence.

********

“I really appreciate what all of you were doing for me Sildar,” Talnah smiled. She poured two cups of tea and moved one closer to Sildar. Cascius squirmed and squealed in Talnah’s arms. She wasn’t going to be drinking the cup she poured in a while. Her horns were decorated and dressed rather nicely in elaborate silks. It looked like she had just gotten out of a meeting.

“I’d do it again too Talnah. You know you’re a good friend,” he said, “Do you want me to hold him so you can drink?”

“No thank you Sildar.”

He watched as the child reached for the gems dripping from her horns. Talnah reached for the tiny griffon in an attempt to get his focus on something more baby friendly. He squealed even louder as the stuffed toy came closer to his face. “You know you’re allowed to spend time with him outside of babysitting, right Uncle Jacar? You all are. I don’t call you all his aunt and uncles for nothing,” Talnah said, “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind about you holding him.” With that, she stood up and walked closer to Sildar, handing him the baby.

Cascius looked up at Sildar and smiled. When brought up closer to his face, Cascius bumped his head with Sildar’s and laughed.

“Aww. That means he likes you Uncle Sildar,” Talnah giggled, “But when his horns start growing in, you’re going to want to wear your helmet more often. I used to do that to my Papa all the time and gave him the worst of headaches.”

Sildar looked up from the child to Talnah, his face dropping a bit. “Tal, you know I’m not the best babysitter, none of us really are.”

Talnah nodded and sat down on the arm of the chair, “I know Sildar…. But you’re also family to me. No family is perfect either, yet to me all of you are so wonderful.” She then went back to the other side of the table to sip at her tea. “I want Cascius to have experiences that I never had, and growing up with all of you will give him that. You’re exactly what he needs. You’re perfectly imperfect Sildar, and he needs you. He needs all of you.”

Sildar looked back down at Cascius and those big eyes. They were large enough to take on the world… He just needed guidance. After what seemed like an eternity, Sildar finally looked back up at Talnah.

“Alright Lady Vellaam, you have me at your service.”

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Ravished - Chapter One: Wolves in the Ice

Author’s notes: Ok, you didn’t kill me hahaha I thought Bolduir and Erik’s words would get me killed hahaha thank you for all the comments and likes! Hope you enjoy!

This chapter was written listening to this song. I know… PRETTY tense…

Gifs aren't mine and before you can kill me for the crossover, I couldn't find anyone more psycho than Ramsay to play Erik so... enjoy XD

Warnings:  violence, violence against woman (just getting started…)

Words: 2.320

“Who?”

The sound of the glass of wine shattering on the ground filled the room.

A female slave had come to warn the king and his visitor that King Ubbe, from Kattegat, was in his hall, waiting to be received.

King Ubbe, son of Ragnar and Aslaug, older of the three regents of Kattegat. The Betrayer…

“What is he doing here? How did he get to us? It is impossible!” Bolduir was completely out of his mind and he became even more disturbed when Erik’s laugh filled the place. “What are you fucking laughing at, Erik? If he ever…” the old man started but Erik just cut his sentence before he could curse as a drunken pig.

“He doesn’t have any idea, Bolduir. Stop being a frightened little girl. You sound like someone who’s afraid of that bunch of brats, isn’t how you call them? C’mon… How many of them?” he calmly asked the slave girl and she answered in a low voice.

“Only him, my lord. King Ubbe came alone”.

Her answer caused Erik to giggle disbelieved. “Alone… From two, chose one.” He started looking at Bolduir “The boy is incredibly arrogant or terribly dumb. A new king coming into foreign lands he never stepped in all by himself? Trying to show himself peaceful or get killed, for sure. He really came for loyalty oaths, nothing more than that. If he had any idea of what we are planning, he would have come with an army. Let’s receive him. And you, Bolduir, please, recompose. We aren’t dealing with more than a child…”

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You weren’t even dressed to receive a visitor, how much more that visitor. After what you and heard in that room, you went to the kitchen intending to drink some wine… Wine enough for you to sleep. And so, when you were crossing the hall to get a shortcut to the kitchen your eyes found that figure standing on your entrance, hitting the snow from his shoulders and dressing a heavy mantle with a wolf skin over his shoulders. A single braid made of other braids hanging from his head, perfectly braided with some strands of leather sectioning the long ponytail. With a strong beard and taller than you imagined, Ubbe Lothbrok was standing on your carpet, hitting the tip of his shoes against the ground to remove the last pieces of snow from his raiment before his eyes could find your frozen body looking at him.

That eyes…

You could never mistake those eyes, blue as the most beautiful sunny sky. He had King Ragnar’s eyes and his gaze made you remember the smile your king had to you the last time you saw him alive. It almost brought tears to your eyes…

“My king, this is my daughter (Y/N). (Y/N) be educated, come to talk to your king” your father said, not as proud as he was supposed to be.

He wanted to introduce the king to a boy, or more than one, but there was you, bending your little body with only 12 years old, holding your skirt and trying to make the best reverence you could to your king in order to not to make your father mad.

Cause ashamed? He would always be.

But King Ragnar looked at you with tenderness in his eyes and he raised his hand to touch your chin.

“You look like my child. Gyda,” he said, caressing your jawline with a soft thumb and something like sadness in his eyes.

But soon his sadness converted into a bright smile. And he turned to your father again. “You’re lucky, my friend. She’s a very pretty young lady”.

You never forgot that smile. His eyes were sad and even he was smiling, his eyes were betraying him just like the blues that was looking at you now were betraying his owner.

There was an educated curve in Ubbe’s lips when he politely saluted you with a small bend of his head.

“My lady…”

But his eyes were showing you admiration while running your entire figure in a way that made your cheeks become red.

“My king…” you answered, bending yourself as you once did to his father, but pretty more graciously now you weren’t a child anymore.

The enchant of his charming eyes and smile almost took the thoughts from your head and you just forgot for a second that your father and king Erik were planning a rebellion against the crown over the head of the man standing in front of you now. He came closer and, Gods… He was mesmerizing, but that cedar scent that came with him almost melted your mind.

“Are you the owner of this castle, my lady? May I ask your name?” he woke you up from the dream that the perfume threw you in and you blinked a few times before answering his question.

“I… My father owns this place. Bolduir, son of Balkh. I might call him for you, my king” you offered, not thinking about what you were saying.

But the Gods somehow were favoring you and instead of letting you go into the lair of wolves that room became, Ubbe held your hand, softly preventing you to leave.

“Don’t worry, my lady. One of your servants already went into the castle to search for the owner. I thought she might have called you.” He said, not leaving your hand and smiling, a little bit closer of you now. “But you didn’t tell me your name…”.

His hand was so warm. Probably the gloves he had on his belt, recently taken from his hands. Such warm hands…

“I’m (Y/N)…” you almost mumbled.

“(Y/N)” he repeated and you felt shivers down your spine with the way your name sounded in that beautiful hoarse voice he had.

You were sure you could hear his voice speaking your name forever.

To be honest, you could hear that voice speaking anything! Battle plans, the dinner menu, your name, anything… All you wanted was to keep hearing him speak. But before he could say anything else, your father came into the hall and you broke your contact with Ubbe’s hand, afraid your father could reprehend you for such audacity.

“Your Highness, Ubbe Ragnarsson… In my halls!” your father said, exaggerated, coming closer and pulling Ubbe into an uncomfortable embrace, almost pushing you aside with his huge body, causing you to stumble on your own feet.

A disgusted pair of hands supporting you by your shoulders made the shivers down your spine become cold… Icy… And your eyes found Erik’s hazel eyes looking straight to you with that strange curve in his lips he always had when you two were near. “Take care, (Y/N). You don’t wanna fall in front of your king” he said, apocryphal.

You knew Ubbe was no king for him. And pretty more that he wasn’t worried you could fall. He was just happy to be there, able to touch your body in whatever way he could. You took a step forward, keeping the false education with him, but taking your shoulders out of his hands “Thank you, Lord Erik”.

“Come in, come in, son… I’ve heard about your father. Such a loss...” your father was still talking more than giving Ubbe space to say anything, pulling him with a hand upon his shoulders, almost carrying Ubbe towards that room you were fleeing from some few moments ago.

The blue lagoons turned to you, almost promising a reencounter to keep your conversation from where it stopped, but you felt your heart crushing inside your chest.

There wasn’t an escort… Ubbe was completely alone. Not a single bodyguard to come with him to that place where he would be alone with Erik and your father. Vulnerable…

You couldn’t think… The waterfall of thoughts flooded your mind and you just took some steps forward, talking with a loud voice that silenced your father in the middle of a sentence, causing everyone at the room to look at you – your father with the worst of the expressions, of course; Erik with a cockily smile in his face: he knew now you had listened to everything they were talking about… And he knew what side you were taking at that moment.

Ubbe was looking curiously at you, but almost innocently thanking you for silencing the boaster man beside him for a second.

“Please allow me to serve your table”. There wasn’t a way for your father to reprehend you for being so solicitous, offering yourself to leave your right to bed so late in the night to serve a table for him and his noble guests.

What you truly wanted was to yell at Ubbe for not to go into that room, but at least, with you inside that place, your father wouldn’t go forward with any stupidity about killing Ubbe or anything like that and Erik knew that. For them to try something like that Ubbe should be alone and Erik didn’t want to have to kill you as well. Not you.

Not the precious jewel he wanted for himself. Ubbe was safe, at least for that time.

“I told you she’s precious, Bolduir, my friend. Such a gifted woman,” Erik praised but his hazel eyes were fixed on yours. You could see the threat in his gaze, but he smiled “Bring us your best mead, my lady. The king is on our table tonight”.

Your father started taking Ubbe with him again and Erik went after them. Ubbe smiled at you and Gods, you never ran so much to prepare a tray in your entire life. But at least with you in that room, your king would have one more night.

But this movement cost you dear...

You took for yourself the service of the table until Ubbe was taken by one of your servants to the guest room he would occupy for this day on. He was tired, so the meeting wasn't more than a simple conversation. But as soon as he left the halls and there was no way for him to listen anymore, your father pulled you by your hair and Erik locked the door of the room.

Now it was you alone and helpless inside that terrible place. A lamb surrounded by wolves. Angry and hungry wolves.

“What did you heard, pretty girl? Uh?” Erik asked, sarcastic, acting softly as if the tight grip of your father’s hand on your nape wasn’t causing the strands of your hair to break or painfully leave your scalp.

“So now you’re hearing behind doors and biting my heels as a fucking snake? Is that it? Did the gods hate me that much that your mother gave birth to Jörmungandr? Uh!?” your father cursed, furiously.

You were looking to the closed door behind Erik. Oh, Gods, how you wanted Ubbe to come for that wooden wall and save you from that terrible fate… But maybe your father was right because Lord Loki should like you somehow to give your mind creativity enough to trick your enemies at that terrible moment… “I’ve heard he came from the other kingdoms from the North, father! We weren’t the first visit! We couldn’t be the last! It would be too obvious!” you cried.

And so your father’s grip on your hair became slowly softer and he let go of your head, allowing you to touch your scalp, relieving the terrible pain of his fury. He bit the bait and sighed, seeming satisfied. “At least you served for something… She’s right, Erik. The other kingdoms, the ones who reinforced the damn loyalty oaths he is searching for… They would quickly do the math and we would be fucked. We need to keep the boy’s throat where it is; at least until we have the support we want to have. Then, when we have the chance…” he made a terrible sound with his lips, hissing and moving his fingers against his neck as a sword sliding on his throat.

You swallowed dry: you were right and they were planning to kill Ubbe on that room tonight. Somehow you managed to save his life and trick your father. But Erik…

Erik wasn’t that easy…

He came closer caressing your face and raising your eyes to his with his index on your chin. “Pretty, intelligent… You’re a gift from the Gods indeed, sweet (Y/N)” he said, but his fingers slowly slid to your throat and he started pressing it between them until cutting your flow of air, causing you to widen your eyes on his cold hazels “Don’t you dare to betray us, pretty (Y/N).” he said slowly, almost enjoying the suffocated expression in your face or the despair in your eyes “We don’t wanna have to hurt you, my sweet princess. I don’t wanna have to hurt you. Don’t make me think you’re choosing the wrong side and more than that… Don’t you dare to open your mouth to that rat, did you understand me, love?”

You tried to nod. Your eyes were becoming dark and you were sure you would faint when he released your throat, allowing you to breathe once again between some harsh coughs “Well done… Such a good girl, my sweet (Y/N)” he said, turning to your father once again “We shall give Ubbe Lothbrok his best stay in the North.” He continued, pouring some more mead from the amphora you were using to serve into his cup and taking a small sip before smiling at your father devilishly “Every condemned person is entitled to one last good dinner…”.

His words were like cold ice coming into your veins. You couldn’t say a word or they would kill you before you could find real help. The servants were loyal to your father so you couldn’t ask them to warn Ubbe. Their plan was traced and all you could do was beg the gods for them to fail.

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[kanasmusings]

[Translation] SOARA Drama Vol. 3 - Ano Hi, Bokura wa - Track 2

Here’s the second track! Wakatsuki Hinata makes an appearance in this track. He’s SOARA’s manager~ You can read more about him here on @moonlit-manifesto‘s blog ^^

SOARA Drama CD Vol. 3 [Ano hi, Bokura wa] (That day, we were…) Track 2

Under the cut, enjoy~

SOARA Drama CD Vol. 3 Track 2

  (automatic doors open)

REN: In the end, we left our senpais behind. Will they be okay?

NOZOMU: I think it’d be fine if Mori-senpai and Soshi-senpai are there.

REN: Well… I guess you’re right… But, I wonder what they were doing.

NOZOMU: I heard they accompanied Sora with drinking before his deadline.

NOZOMU: But then they were so tired from their singing and dance lessons that they couldn’t drink much and then fell asleep it seems.

REN: Heh~ I expected that from Sora-senpai but to think that Soshi-senpai and Morihito-senpai would, too. It’s rare for them to fall asleep in another person’s room, huh?

REN: In the first place, I don’t think I’ve ever seen those two get drunk from drinking alcohol ever.

REN: It’s not obvious but I bet they’re strong against alcohol.

NOZOMU: Right~ I bet their faces only get red and they act quieter than usual, huh?

NOZOMU: By the way, Ren.

REN: Hm?

NOZOMU: I feel like the number of times you’ve said “Sou-nii” has lessened!

REN: A-ah… (laughs nervously) Did you notice?

NOZOMU: Well, yeah. Since I’m your partner who’s always with you~

REN: We got a lot more work after the TsukiPro live, didn’t we?

NOZOMU: Hmmm… Now that you mention it, yeah, we did.

REN: You’re so carefree, huh, Nozomu. Well, it’s true.

REN: It didn’t just increase. Usually when the group’s been getting jobs, it’s only Sora-senpai or Morihito-senpai who handle it, right? Lately it’s been different.

REN: There’s also been a lot of times when we were called, too, right?

REN: I just thought that calling him “Sou-nii” after I’ve turned 20 is a little embarrassing so…

NOZOMU: Eh?! It’s like a nickname so it should be fine, dontcha think?

REN: In private, yeah. But during work I guess… I should draw the line somewhere I think…

REN: Anyway, I’ve thought of practicing calling him “Soshi-senpai” so I don’t accidentally call him “Sou-nii” during work.

NOZOMU: Is that so? I think that’ll make Sou-senpai sad.

REN: No, it won’t. Sou-nii is—ah, wrong. Soshi-senpai always grins when I call him like that.

REN: (imitating Soshi’s voice) “I can tell what you’re thinking,” he says. It kinda irritates me a little.

NOZOMU: (laughs) Good luck, Ren.

REN: Um… The meeting room we were supposed to go to is…

NOZOMU: Today it’s on… Room 706 on the 7th floor, they said.

NOZOMU: Push~ (he presses the elevator button)

NOZOMU: Even so, I wonder what we’re gonna talk about today. Isn’t it a little rare for the agency to tell all five of us to gather together?

REN: It seems like there’s one more thing they need to tell us that they didn’t put on the instruction letter.

REN: Morihito-senpai said he didn’t know much in detail, too.

NOZOMU: Hmmm… It’s a mysterious invitation.

NOZOMU: Before, when we were all called together it was about the TsukiPro Live, right?

NOZOMU: I hope it’s great news like that, too~

REN: (chuckles) I wish that, too.

(elevator dings)

REN: Ah, the elevator’s here.

(they get inside and Ren pushes the button)

HINATA: (running) Ah, please hold that elevator! Please wait!

NOZOMU: Woah, there…!

HINATA: Ah, thank you!

NOZOMU: Ah, no problem.

REN: What floor?

HINATA: Seventh floor, please.

NOZOMU: Got it~

HINATA: Um… I feel like I’ve seen you two before.

HINATA: You’re kids from our TsukiPro, aren’t you?

NOZOMU: Eh…? Ah, could you be a senpai?

NOZOMU: A-ah, good afternoon! I’m Nanase Nozomu from SOARA.

REN: Good afternoon. I’m Munakata Ren, also from SOARA. It’s nice to meet you.

HINATA: Heya to you, too. I guess I’m more of a friend from the same agency rather than a senpai.

HINATA: I’m called Wakatsuki Hinata. It’s nice to meet you.

REN: Wakatsuki-san is um…

HINATA: I worked as an actor for some time.

NOZOMU: Oh~! An actor?!

REN: W-we’re so sorry! We weren’t aware.

HINATA: Ah, nah, I don’t mind. Don’t worry ‘bout it. TsukiPro’s a big place after all.

HINATA: There’s so many talents and staff that I’m not surprised that you wouldn’t know.

HINATA: I’m sorry that I’m a little unaware about the idols in the agency, too.

REN: Ah, please don’t! We only just debuted and are barely starting our second year.

HINATA: Is that so?

(elevator dings)

HINATA: Oh, we’re already here.

(they get off the elevator)

HINATA: You still don’t have that much experience, right? And yet I feel like I’ve seen your faces before…

HINATA: Ah, that’s right! I remember now. SOARA’s the band that appeared in last month’s TsukiPro live!

NOZOMU: Woah! That’s right! That’s exactly right! Bingo~!

NOZOMU: I’m that band’s charismatic bassist in the making, Nanase Nozomu-kun and—

REN: I’m the one in charge of the keyboard, Munakata Ren.

HINATA: I see, I see! I was right. You guys were in TsukiLive~

HINATA: Aren’t you quite the popular dudes~

HINATA: Wah, I’m really sorry. I wonder why I didn’t remember earlier.

HINATA: I’ve been super out of it lately and I just got back here this month.

HINATA: But, I’m so hopeless. I’ll repent.

REN: Ah, no, please don’t worry about it! We don’t mind, really.

REN: S-so you were abroad until this month, weren’t you? You were so busy, I suppose.

HINATA: That’s not true~ Is what I wanna say but… in reality, the President just tapped my shoulder one day and before I knew it, I was already boarding a plane.

NOZOMU: On an business trip?

HINATA: Yep. I was in America for 3 months, y’know?

REN: That’s quite a long time…

HINATA: It was for a movie filming, see? I wasn’t really supposed to be the one going there but the young guy they were originally supposed to send had problems with his passport so I found myself on the plane in his stead.

HINATA: I guess you could call me out of luck that I carry my passport with me a lot because of business trips.

REN NOZOMU: Out of luck…

HINATA: (imitating the President’s voice) A member that could go in his place? Ah, you saved me, Wakatsuki-kun. You’ll go to America for a while to help your troubled kohai, won’t you? (sparkles)

HINATA: That’s what he said to me while smiling so big.

NOZOMU: Uwah… That’s such a red flag…

REN: H-hey, Nozomu…!

HINATA: But, he’s right.

HINATA: I actually went with just the clothes on my back. And then a lotta things happened here and there and I couldn’t return after three months.

HINATA: Man, I spent the end of the year and New Year’s there. I was so troubled~

REN: I think it’s quite amazing that you think that’s troubling, Wakatsuki-san.

REN: TsukiPro is so frightening.

NOZOMU: It’s what they call broadening your horizons, right? So cool~ It’d be cool if we did some work together, too, right?

HINATA: Totally~ I’ll be in your care when that time comes. Well, I’ll be going here so…

NOZOMU: Ah, we’re also going to room 706 so it’s right around here.

REN: Oh? Wait, Nozomu. This room is 706.

NOZOMU: Eh?

HINATA: Huh?

ALL: What?

(door opens)

SORA: (panting) We barely made it…! Ah, great work today!

MORI: We’re sorry for almost being late. Thank you for your hard work.

SOSHI: Thank you for your hard work.

REN: Ah, senpai!

NOZOMU: We were waiting for you~

HINATA: That’s right! We were waiting~

SORA: Sorry~ We planned on arriving earlier but the trains were running a little late a— Hm?

NOZOMU: Huh?

HINATA: Hm?

SORA: (with an English accent) He is who?**

NOZOMU: Ah! (laughs) I forgot!

NOZOMU: Ta-da~ This person is Wakatsuki Hinata-san~!

HINATA: Hello, nice to meet you! I’m Wakatsuki Hinata~

HINATA: (in English) My name is Wakatsuki!

HINATA: Wakatsuki-san, Wakatsuki-kun, or Hinata-kun. Call me however you like~

HINATA: Would it be ‘kay if I called you by your first names?

HINATA: Sora and Mori, Soshi, Nozomu, and then Ren!

HINATA: Hm~ It feels so SOARA-ish~

SOSHI: That’s ‘cause we’re SOARA…

SORA: Ohoho, he’s so mysteriously friendly. Really though, who is he?

REN: Ah, that’s…

HINATA: Oh, what a shock~! It looks like starting today I have become your exclusive manager~!

HINATA: Alright, applause~

SORA: Eh?

REN/ NOZOMU: EH!?

SOSHI: For real?

HINATA: Yep, for real~ I’m really your manager~ In short, your MajiMane~ Just kidding~! (sparkles)

SOSHI: I want a change.

HINATA: Ohoh~ Soshi-kun’s so cool!

MORI: Could it be… The reason we were called here today was…

HINATA: Looks like it, yeah. They wanted us to meet.

HINATA: I just got back to Japan three days ago and I heard about it from the sub-manager that was here a while ago.

HINATA: After this, the President will explain it in detail himself.

SORA: A-a-an exclusive manager for SOARA…?

HINATA: Are ya surprised?

SORA: W-well, of course…

HINATA: You’re a band who’s performed in Budoukan, ya know? It’s obvious that you’d have one. More like, I think it’s a little late that you got a manager.

SOSHI: I guess we’d think so, too.

MORI: Yeah…

HINATA: I see. That’s right. People who’re used to the spotlight might not know how dazzling they are.

MORI: Spotlight…

HINATA: I really like talents who are fresh and energetic so I feel like this will go well!

HINATA: It’d be my first time managing a band so I’ll do my best. I’m looking forward to what sort of feelings you can show next time!

HINATA: Once again, I’ll be in your care.

REN: A-ah, yes! Please take good care of us, too!

NOZOMU: We’re in your care~!

(someone knocks on the door)

HINATA: Woah~ I wonder if that’s the President.

HINATA: Let’s talk more next time, ‘kay guys?

(door opens and the President walks inside)

 ==END==

Translator’s Notes:

** Sora actually goes “He is 誰？/He is dare?” He combines English with the Japanese word for “who” so I translated it to “he is who?” even though it doesn’t sound grammatically correct XD

  ※ Please don’t re-post these translations without permission.

#soara #soara translations #my translations #drama cd #tsukipro #hinata-san's voice sounds so young omg #and yet he's already over 30 and got two kids #welp he just got himself 5 more kids XD

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

First Shot at a prompt!! Okay... Small angst but happy ending. It's Virgil's birthday and Remy, Logan, Roman & Patton are planning a surprise birthday party for him!!! But... Them keeping it a secret makes Virgil think that they forgot.

*sips warm chocolate* You seem to know me far to well XD(angst and fluff is so my jam)

((It is waaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than the previous prompts (and a bit more world building.. idk) so A LOT of it is under read more))’

*looks at all the words**presses post button*YEEEEEEEEEEET!

Remy entered the cafe he knew Virgil’s friends were at, Virgil would have been with them if he wasn’t currently home due to a nasty cold. Remy looked around before he caught sight of the trio. Logan sat with his head in a book, Roman was clearly telling a story with how much his body moved, Patton listening with rapt attention nodding along with a blinding smile.

He waltzed over a big grin on his lips.

  “’Sup Gurls!” he called, Logan looked up from his book, Patton let his eyes leave Roman to look at Remy and he waved with a smile in greeting, Roman closed his mouth having clearly been in the middle of explaining something overly dramatic explanation of what had happened.

  “HI Remy!” Patton said grinning back.

  “Salutations.” Logan stated

  “Greetings.” Roman responded once he’d realised who it was that interrupted his epic story.

Patton moved closer to the wall to give Remy space to sit on the couch at the table. Remy smiled and sat down, taking a sip from the drink he had gotten before moving over to them.

  “What brings you here, Remy?” Patton asked “Is Virgil okay? he wrote that he’s sick.”

  “The kid’s fine, he just caught a nasty cold, the most he’s doing is moving from the bed to the bathroom.” Patton opened his mouth to ask something but Remy already knew and started talking before Patton could ask “And i made sure to leave enough rations for him to eat from, a thermos with soup and tea and some sandwiches. He’ll be back to normal in no time.” Patton closed his mouth and smiled. “But that isn’t the reason as to why I came here.” Remy said and leaned his head forward to look over his sunglasses. “It’s ma baby bro’s b-day soon, and what do you three say about helping me throwing him a surprise party?”

  “OOOH! I’D LOVE TO!” Patton cheered

  “That will be satisfactory.” Logan said giving away one of his rare smiles

  “It will be EPIC!” Roman said in his dramatic flare. Remy grinned.

Virgil would surely love it!

Virgil woke up with a groan, checking the time on his phone, he groaned louder when he saw the time and the date.

It was 7 in the morning and his birthday.

  “To frigging early.” Virgil grumbled as he rolled over to his side closing his eyes, showing the world that he was gonna go back to sleep.30 minutes later left him no closer to sleep than before.

his phone suddenly pinged causing Virgil to groan and roll over again grabbing the phone to see three messages, he pulled his phone closer squinting at the to bright screen before he lowered the intensity to see three messages, one from Thomas, Joan and Talyn, and one from Thomas alone, and to Virgil’s surprise one from Lilly. He unlocked his phone to see what the messages said.

The one from Thomas, Joan and Talyn said nothing but Happy Birthday in all caps and surrounded by heart and party emojis. Virgil smiled slightly at the overuse only causing him to snort. the message from Thomas alone was almost an whole essay on how much he wished Virgil a happy day and how happy he was for having him as a friend. Virgil would deny any claim that he cried a bit. the one from Lilly was a short gif of her giving the phone screen a fist-bump with the letters “You got this.“ Virgil smiled, she was the one who had given the advice to try therapy and had found Dr. Pecani’s place, Virgil hadn’t thanked her enough for it. even if it took Remy to literary drag him there the first time due to Virgil almost succeeding in barricading himself in the bathroom due to the stress of meeting someone new and god forbid TALKING!

Virgil answered the texts before he sat up and decided that he would just get bored if he stayed in bed any longer if he couldn’t fall asleep again.

The house was silent and Virgil groaned for the third time since he woke up to see the world covered in white.

  “We live in Florida, how the fudge is there snow outside!” he grumbled before entering the kitchen fixing a sandwich for breakfast before starting the tv and aimlessly watched the early terrible shows on it, to lazy and uncaring to change the channel or start Netflix.

  “What in Starbucks names are you doing awake?!” a sleepy voice suddenly said from the stairs causing Virgil to look up at a disgruntled Remy, his hair was a mess and he was still half asleep.

  “My body decided that 7 am was the time to wake up.”

  “That was 3 hours ago.” Remy groaned before he entered the kitchen. the sounds of him fixing breakfast filtered into the living room.

  “Wait.” Remy suddenly said leaning out from the doorway, holding a cartoon of milk and the box of cereal in his hands, looking more awake than when he came down from the bedrooms. “Don’t you have a session with Emile today?”

  “Not until 14.” Virgil replied. Remy nodded before he returned into the kitchen. Virgil felt a small sense of confusion, why hadn’t Remy said anything about what day it was? he was usually quit good at keeping tabs on things like this. Sure Remy did have a tendency to go a bit overboard with the gifts, but he never forgot a birthday, but still, now when Virgil started to think about it, Remy, Logan, Roman and even Patton hadn’t even mentioned his birthday approaching.

Virgil didn’t notice Remy sit down on the cough next to him, holding his bowl of cereal in one hand and spoon in the other, he looked at the tv screen before snorting and reached for the remote and changed the channel to Cartoon-Networks. he sent a look to Virgil only to stiffen, he knew the face Virgil made when he was thinking to hard and to dark. Remy put his bowl on the table before the cough before he turned to face his little brother.

  “Virgil?” he called, and got no reaction. “Hey, Virge.” Remy placed his hand on Virgil’s knee, feeling him jolt at the sudden touch. Virgil blinked before looking at Remy. “What’s wrong?”

  “… Nothing…” Virgil said looking away.

  “Hey, please don’t lie to me.”

  “It’s nothing really.”

  “Virgil. if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, could you at least tell Emile, just to not bottle it up?” Remy pleaded. Virgil sent him a look before exhaling.

  “Fine.” he grunted.

Emile picked up on Virgil’s distress instantly when he entered the room.

  “Hey Virgil, do you how do?”

  “Fine… i guess” Virgil said and shrugged

  “OH! its your birthday today isn’t it?! Happy birthday Virgil!” Emile said throwing his arms out and grinning.

Virgil smiled but it was a bit strained. Emile noticed even if he didn’t point it out until a while into the meeting.

  “What is troubling you Virgil?” he asked “I noticed you seemed more ‘agitated’ when you first walked in.” Emile said in a calm tone as he sent Virgil the question, Virgil stiffened, opening his mouth to day that it was nothing, but he had promised Remy to talk to Emile about it… and Virgil was not someone to back out of a promise without a very good reason to.

  “It’s just-” he sighed fiddling with his hoodie “I-”

  “Hey, It’s okay to express yourself. Take the time you need to gather your thoughts.” Virgil sighed slumping in the sofa before he rubbed his hand against his neck.

  “It’s kinda stupid.”

  “Humour me.” Emile said with a serious tone “No feeling is stupid.”

  “It’s just… it’s my birthday today… but only you, Thomas, Talyn, Joan and Lilly has said anything…” Virgil’s voice cracked

  “Hey, it’s okay, grab some tissues. Let’s work some issues.” Emile said as he moved the tissue box over to Virgil who took it with shaking hands

  “I’m scared that the others have forgotten… they haven’t even said anything about it… nor asked me what i want, like they did last year…”

Emile grimaced behind his notepad “You can be a bit to good in keeping secrets, Remy.” Emile thought before he gave Virgil a smile.

  “I’m doubt they have forgotten about your Birthday, Virgil, they love you very much, and i can say that from a personal view point. we all love you.” Virgil snorted slightly as he rubbed one of the tissues under his eyes, smudging the eye shadow way more than before and making the tissue turn grey.

  “Thanks-” he croaked out.

Virgil had decided to walk home from the meeting with Emile that day, to clear his head, he most often than not did this, and now with the snow still covering the ground the cold helped him keep his mind from spiralling.

He halted once he could see the apartment he and Remy shared when both of them started at the same college, tho ten years apart. there were a few cars to many at the drive way, Remy’s old slightly rusted Lamborghini stood as normal on the driveway, but it was the two other cars that caused him to halt, Remy hadn’t mentioned anything about them having visitors.

  “Remy you are so dead.” Virgil growled as he walked over to the door, pushing his anxiety down as he opened the door the apartment was silent and… dark? Virgil blinked wasn’t Remy home?

  “Remy?!” Virgil called as he removed his jacket and boots “If you’re passed out on the cough again i swear i’m not to be blamed for whatever happens to your face!” he thought he heard a stifled snort from the living room. Virgil stilled, before he moved closer, then the moment he entered the lights were turned on

  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” a choir of voices called. Virgil startled taking a step back as his eyes widened and he took in the scene, Patton stood in the middle with a beaming smile, holding a gigantic birthday cake full of burning candles, with the purple letters “Happy Birthday Virgil” with a heart written on it in Logan’s organised yet beautiful writing. Logan stood next to him with a smal smile of his own. Roman was grinning there he stood next to a table full of presents. Thomas, Joan and Talyn was there as well all smiling at him. Emile was there as well and he gave Virgil a small wave still smiling. Remy was no where to be seen. 

  “You knew?!” Virgil asked the therapist who gave away a sheepish smile

  “Yeah… but i was told not to say anything, and i wanted to tell you right there and then… but I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

  “Wait.” Virgil said looking around, instantly on guard “Where’s Remy?” just as the name left his lips two strong hands grabbed him from behind hoisting him up in the air. causing Virgil to scream

  “No touching the Face!” Remy laughed as he pulled Virgil into a bear hug, still keeping his feet from touching the floor.

  “GUAH! LET ME DOWN!” Virgil barked struggling in the hold. laughter echoed in the room and the sound of a camera. Virgil was put back to the floor and Remy just ruffled his hair.

  “Happy birthday, Virge.”

  “Now!” Patton called gaining everyone’s attention “CAKE!”

#sanders sides #brothers hc #virgil #sleep #logan #roman #patton #Dr. Picani #talyn #joan #thomas #lilly #text #the fox writes #phlying-squirrel

[phantomwarrior12]

And Then There Were Two

This one is for the RVB Angst War ( @rvbficwars ). I was prompted by the lovely @alphachurchiisms, thank you so much for this prompt! I enjoyed writing it! (Also, thank you for helping me figure out my ask box, I was noobing bad. XD) The prompt was: How did the mercenary trio break up? Put your own spin on it.

Summary: “He has a family, Felix. Let him go.” Isaac survives the fall from the Communication’s Tower and recalls their final mission with Mason.

The untold tale of the termination of the mercenary trio.

Warnings: Canon-style of swearing. Angst, cause that’s kinda the point.

Story will also be posted on AO3 under PhantomWarrior99.

Enjoy!

Saudade Masterlist

Part 2.5

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It's a time he never wanted to remember, a time when everything was simpler, when he had a family, or, something resembling a family.

He could see the memories whenever he closed his eyes. Late night recon missions, witty exchanges over bottles of beer, even dinner with Mason and his family. A soft smile spread across Isaac's lips, quietly remembering Sam's first encounter with Mason's oldest daughter, Melody.

She couldn't have been more than three, an energetic, curious child who shared Mason's midnight black hair and her mother's emerald eyes. She'd wandered up to Sam, hoisting herself into his lap. Isaac would envision the look of discomfort on Sam's face, eyes widened in surprise, expression reduced to complete and utter confusion as the girl began the braid his hair.

He could remember Megan Wu's quiet chiding of the child and Mason's outburst of laughter. Sam had simply remained motionless, too stunned to react and unwilling to disrupt the child's efforts.

"Can I get you anything else?"

The sudden reappearance of the bartender thrust him from his thoughts. He slowly glanced up from his third bottle of beer, drained blue eyes dragging themselves away from the deep brown bottle to the concerned gaze above him.

He shook his head, struggling for balance as he fumbled for his wallet in his back pocket. His fingers clumsily slipping the bills out of the leather folds, lazily tossing them onto the bar, before snatching his drink up and heading towards the door.

"Uh, sir? You forgot your change--"

Isaac waved his hand dismissively over his shoulder as he stumbled out of the bar and started the short trek back to the abandoned apartment.

He was tired, so very tired of it all. The fighting, the nightmares, the bitter reminders that his best friend, the man he'd so cautiously named his brother, had betrayed him. Chorus had been a hell all its own, an agonizing reminder of the war he'd thought they'd left behind.

They. No, he was alone. Again. It wasn't they. It was him. It would always be him.

First, Mason had left. He could still hear Sam defending him, "Damn it, Felix, he has a family-"

"--and what about us? We're not good enough for him? We're not his family?"

"I don't expect you to understand. Just--let him go. His duty is to his wife and children."

He'd been wrong, of course. Mason had a responsibility. It wasn't just to Megan and his kids, it was to him and Sam too. Hadn't they been a family all their own before Mason met his wife?

First Mason, now Sam. Now--now he was all alone. Hell, hadn't been the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. 

He stumbled his way up the stairs, discarding the now-empty beer bottle into the lobby. He crashed through the aged door, shuffling along until he'd collapsed onto the worn mattress, until his heavy head met firm cushion, until his eyes drooped shut, begging sleep to overtake him.

Until his mind sent him back to that fateful day. Their final mission.

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"Can we please just shoot him?"

"We don't get paid if he's dead, Felix." Sam returned shortly.

Isaac sagged against his seat, arms folded across his chest, irritation etched into his features.

"We're almost there anyway. It would be a waste of ammo at this point." Mason remarked, eyes drifting from the slim mercenary in the passenger seat back to the road.

"It'd be more satisfying." Isaac grumbled, scowling ahead.

"You're only saying that because he mocked you." Mason returned, a hint of humor gracing his tone as he turned into the police station.

"Unless you have a better idea to cover equipment costs, I suggest you keep your weapon pointed away from him." Sam supplied, climbing out of the car to retrieve their captive.

Isaac waved his hands sarcastically, mimicking his partner's comment with an eye roll. Mason smirked slightly, nudging his shoulder before climbing out of the car to assist Sam.

The process had been surprisingly quick. Their captive, a man convicted of multiple homicides, had been worth a large amount of money. It wasn’t until they reached the docking bay that the silence was broken.

"So, last mission was a unanimous success, huh?" Mason slung the massive duffle bag over his shoulder, avoiding their eyes, looking anywhere but his partners.

Sam nodded his silent agreement, checking the equipment in his bag, ensuring the weaponry was secured for travel.

"We'll find another one soon enough." Isaac returned, oblivious to Mason's hesitance, "I caught wind of a company looking for some mercs--something about a planet and alien technology--"

Mason slammed the trunk shut, catching the slim mercenary's attention, "You all right, Wu?"

His fingers tightened around the strap slung across his shoulder, eyes darting to Sam for help. The solemn expression etched into Sam's features mixed with a quiet nod provided little assurance, yet communicated just enough to urge him to speak. He redirected his gaze back to Isaac, "There's not going to be another job, Gates."

Isaac arched an eyebrow, arching an eyebrow, leaning against the door of the car, arms crossed expectantly across his chest, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm retiring. Megan's got another kid on the way, and--she needs me." Mason returned quietly, grey eyes darting to the cold cement beneath him.

Isaac's eyes darted to Sam, who met his gaze coolly, all emotion drained from his eyes, nothing more than a solemn stare. "You knew about this?"

"We've discussed it." Sam returned evenly, voice unflinching.

Isaac stiffened, surprise quickly replaced with rage, "And you didn't tell me. We're partners. We. Fucking. Communicate."

"Gates--Isaac, we didn't want to--" Mason began.

Isaac cut him off, "What the hell, Wu? How long ago was this decided?" His gaze flickered between his partners, his brothers, the only family he'd known in years.

Mason scratched the back of his head, eyes diverted to the cement, "A couple months--"

"A couple of months...that's fucking fantastic!" He paced away a few feet, turning suddenly to shatter the car window with a fury-induced blow, "Dammit!" He spun back to the face the two mercenaries, dismissing the dull throbbing in his hand, "We're partners. I don't care if it's minuscule details, we communicate! You're the one who taught us that, Wu, you said that partners communicate and what did you do? Oh, wait," Isaac allowed a callous laugh, cold, echoing in the quiet parking lot, "you communicated. You told Ortez over there, but not me. What? You don't trust me?"

"Gates--" Mason managed one word before Sam jumped in, thoroughly fed up. He stepped past Mason, hands gripping the v-neck of Isaacs dress shirt, tugging him close, "We didn't tell you because we knew this is how you would react. You're selfish. You're stubborn. We needed you to be willing to do your job, if you had known, you would have fought us the entire mission. We would have never caught that murderer because you wouldn't have wanted to let Siris go."

He shoved the stunned mercenary away, his back meeting the car after a few short, stumbling steps. "It was information that was on a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know until now." Sam's voice dropped, a sharp echo in the night.

Isaac started to respond, "I wouldn't have--"

"Wouldn't have what? Wouldn't have pushed Siris to stay? Wouldn't have altered the events of this mission? Wouldn't have fought this?"

Isaac fell silent, eyes directed to the ground, unwilling to meet either man's gaze. Sam watched him sternly for a moment before turning to face Mason.

"Take the ship. Felix and I will find another means of transport." His voice was cold, if Mason didn't know any better, he'd dare suggest tired or resigned.

"You sure?" Mason's question sounded almost tentative, gaze flickering past Sam to Isaac's defeated form.

Sam gave a quiet nod of confirmation, "Go." He held out his hand, giving Mason's hand a solitary shake, a wordless goodbye.

Mason cast one final glance towards Isaac, managing a quiet phrase, "See you around, Gates."

He was met with only silence and a cold shoulder.

Isaac sunk to the ground, glaring at the cement silently as he listened to the retreating boots on pavement. He sat in silence as Sam turned to face him, snatching his bag from the backseat and tossing it to the lean mercenary on the ground.

"Grab your gear. We're leaving." Sam commented shortly, lugging his own bag onto his shoulders by the strap.

Isaac remained motionless, stiff as he fumbled with the strap of his back, silent fury burning in his chest.

"Felix." Sam's tone was sharp, unrelenting, stern. "Get up."

He swallowed the lump in his throat, jaw set as he lifted himself off the ground, slinging the bag across his shoulders, gaze focused on their old ship lifting off and shooting skyward.

"Let's go." Sam started towards another platform, expecting Isaac to follow. Isaac started after him, allowing a few feet of space between them. He waited until they'd secured another ship, until they'd loaded their gear inside, until Sam seated himself in the pilot's seat, until they were roaring out of the space port before he spoke.

"Don't ever do that again."

Isaac's sharp remark caught Sam's attention, he noted the quiet, yet aggravated tone. He arched a questioning eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"Don't ever hold information back. Next time it could get us killed. Next time--if you ever do it again, I'm out. You'll be on your own."

Sam stole a glance at his partner, the tension in his jaw, the solemn expression he knew was masking his rage, the way he stared straight ahead with a fury-laced glint in his eye.

Sam waited a moment before he spoke, "Understood."

"He shouldn't have left." Isaac murmured,  picking up the data pad, pulling up information about Charon Industries.

"Damn it, Felix, he has a family-"

"--and what about us? We're not good enough for him? We're not his family?"

"I don't expect you to understand. Just--let him go. His duty is to his wife and children." Sam settled back into his seat, hands carefully maneuvering the ship into slip space.

Isaac dared a glimpse of his partner, detecting the pain in his partner's eyes, the pain he no doubt took painstaking precautions to hide. He could never hide the emotion in his eyes, every other part of his body could be relaxed, but his eyes bled sheer agony.

After all their time together, Isaac could read him like a book, or, at least he thought he could.

After a long moment, Isaac turned back to his data pad, skimming over the information and gauging the profit.

He brushed aside the knot in his chest, the aching regret and forced his voice to its usual sarcastic, nonchalant tone before he spoke.

"So, how do you feel about genocide?"

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Part 2.5

#isaac felix gates #felix mcscouty #felix #rvb felix #samuel 'locus' ortez #rvb locus #mason wu #mason siris wu #rvb #Red vs blue #rvb angst war #my fanfic #sam ortez #samuel locus ortez #samuel ortez #siris rvb #osiris rvb #phantom writes #felix series-saudade

[diianawonka]

Warnings:  dunno… drunken Justice League crew? xd

A/N: Hi everyoneee! Last night I had insomnia again (I forgot to take my pills, btw) and I decided not to let it affect me and use it as an advantage to write something cute and nice with Ezra, since I’m having this super duper bad crush on him again HAHA! he’s so sweet and soft and pure and I love him so damn much! I wish I met him and talk to him… I’m sure he would be someone good to trust without fear of being judged! Anyways… this is going to be a mini-series (maybe 2 or 3 parts I dunno) I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do writing it! , sorry for my horrible english, I’m trying my best!

Based on this post

Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

Title:  ___(I don’t have this much imagination sorry.. if you can help me to choose one, it would be amazing!)

Part 1

It had been a long time since the last time you saw your best friend… You’d met him a few years ago thanks to your cousin Gal at her birthday party. The chemistry between you both had been instantaneous and there was not doubt that every time she had the opportunity to put you together in the same place, she did it.  But you had a boyfriend back then and you had no choice but to leave Ezra in the friendzone. Best-friendzone. Despite that, you both kept in touch and met whenever you could.

Today everything was different, you had ended up with your boyfriend and Gal had called you because she was in the city promoting her new movie, Justice League.  You had agreed to go out as a group tonight and if possible get a little bit drunk to celebrate. They had let you choose the place because this was your hometown and you knew about good places to go.  

You weren’t an extravagant girl, you could look pretty good being in your pajamas and with disheveled hair, so tonight you’d decided to wear skinny jeans, black boots and your favorite denim jacket; you didn’t want to attract attention and you were sure that your friends either…. They would already do it just for being who they were.

You met Gal and her friends at a famous Mexican bar around 9 PM. When you arrived you only met Gal and Ray sitting at a table in the background of the bar, they greeted you happily before you took a seat.

“And how are you guys? How are you doing with the promo?” You asked excited, you had always been a superheroes’ big fan and your relationship with your cousin was so good that when she got the role of Wonder Woman, you were the first one she called.

“Pretty good Y/N,  the press conference is in two days and soooooooomeone” Gal said “is quite excited to invite you to the event…. And by someone I meant Ezra” She smirked at you raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks begin to burn, you were sure you’d blushed enough “Really?” you asked incredulously, you knew there was something between you two, but you preferred to just treat him as a friend.

“Yeah…” Ray commented “Ezra’s my friend Y/N and I’m not supposed to say it but I’m sure he has an intense crush on you” you laughed

“I don’t think so…” you denied shaking your head

“Y/N! COME ON! You finally ended up with your stupid and useless boyfriend… give him a chance, he’s a great guy!…. A little weird but he’s amazing” Gal said, grabbing your arm and pecking your ribs with her fingers making you to laugh.

“He’s my friend, guys…. If  he invited me, it would be just like that, do you understand?”

“But wouldn’t you reject him?” Ray asked

“Of course not! He’s my best friend!”

“Friendzone alert…”

“OH! Shut up Ray!” you laughed “where is he, by the way?”

“He got stuck in the hotel… a lot of fans came, and you know how he is with his fans…” Gal informed while giving a slurp to her drink.

“Yeah, and Jason wasn’t ready yet… he had some problem with his hair or something like that, I don’t know” Ray commented as he called the waiter, who approached him “What do you recommend us Y/N?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a Mexican bar… have you tried the Mexican flag shot?”

“uumh, no, I don’t think so, I’ve never heard about it”

You laughed “Let me explain you, there are three shots, that make up the Mexican flag colors, one is lemon juice, another is white tequila and the last one is sangrita… it is something like tomato juice with hot sauce and pepper, It’s really good”

Gal and Jason grimaced “Alright” they responded at the same time

“Okay” you ordered five Mexican flags shots and the waiter left again.

A few minutes later Jason and Ezra arrived, you couldn’t help but get excited when you saw your best friend, it had been too long since the last time you’d seen each other. It was always good to meet someone like Ezra, he greeted you with a warm hug.

“How are you Y/N? When are you going to visit us?” Ezra asked smiling widely while putting his arm around the back of your seat

“Very well Ez, a little bit stuck with work and… I hope to go soon, I really miss Alma and I’m dying to finally meet Maya” you smiled enthusiastically mentioning your nieces “I hope to be there for Thanksgiving, but my mom hates all those things, so I don’t know what’s going to happen”

“Oh darling! You can come to spend Thanksgiving with my family, I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind!” He confessed while smiling at you, who were you trying to lie? You really liked this man.

“Thanks Ezra!” you smiled shyly

“Awwwwweeee” Your three friends said it at the same time,  Ezra and you turned to see them and you felt your cheeks burn.

“What?” You asked timidly

“I want to be the godfather of your first child….” Jason laughed

“NOPE! I’m his best friend. I’m sure he’ll choose me”

“Of course not! I am her cousin, which obviously gives me priority”

You rolled your eyes and heard Ezra laugh; before they could say anything else, the waiter appears with the five Mexican flags shots leaving them in the table’s center.

“What is this?” Ezra asked

“They’re called Mexican flags… it’s kind of a Mexican super shot” you replied as you took your three shot glasses closer to you

“And how do you drink it?”

“Oh well… first you have to put some salt on your thumb to lick it at the end, you drink the tequila, followed by the lemon  and finally the sangrita” you explained to your friends “we can start with this and then ask for something easier… what do you think?”

“Sounds good” said Gal

Everyone takes their tequila shot to toast

“For the Justice League” you said smiling and rising your glass

“For the Justice League” the others repeated and drank their shots one after the other

“Wow…” Ray exclaimed “this is really good” he confessed”

“Told you”

The truth was that none of you asked for any easier drink and kept drinking Mexican flags shots and dancing all night, you were having a very good time, taking several pictures and Ray kept filming to you and Ezra all the time… He was that kind of friend who always played Cupid and tries to get people together; you knew that those videos would probably be everywhere on the internet tomorrow, but you were so drunk to care about it.

At about three o’clock in the morning, there was only Ezra and you in the bar, you knew that your cousin and her friends had left you both alone on purpose. Before leaving the place, a group of fans approached you both and asked him for pictures, you agreed to take them and started to feel very bad for not being able to even focus the camera or stop laughing. The girls thanked him and finally the both of you were able to leave the place.

The pavement was wet which caused you to almost fall to the ground, but Ezra managed to grab you from the waist before you touch the wet ground. You put your arm around his neck while laughing

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” he asked you worried

“Yes… yes…” you answered laughing a little more

“Do you want me to call an Uber for you?” He pulled his cellphone out of his jacket

“Oh no! My apartment is only a few blocks away, I just need to sit down for a while” you walked to the sidewalk and sat down, no matter how wet it was.

“I will not let you walk alone home, even if it’s only ten meters away” Ezra sat next to you.

You put your head on his shoulder while you saw him lighting a cigarette “How I get this drunk? God…”

He laughed as he passed his arm through your back to feel your body tremble with cold. “It was you who induced us with those mortal flags… none of this would have happened if we had ordered beer”

“Oh my GOD! What a blasphemy to ask for beer in a Mexican bar EZRA!” You buried your head in his neck softly and you heard him laugh, it was not unusual for you to be this affectionate, but tonight he looked strangely more attractive than the previous ones.

“I missed you” He whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead

“I missed you too, idiot! You just become famous and forgot about your commoner friends from real life!” you joked making him laugh and you took the cigarette from his hand to put it between your lips

“I would never forget about you little pumpkin”

You hugged him while you hiding your head in his neck again, smelling his cologne combined with the alcohol and smell of cigarette, yet, you still loved his essence.

“In fact..” he said after a few minutes of silence “I wanted to invite you to the press conference in two days” you looked at him

“Really?” You asked, feigning astonishment, as if Gal and Ray hadn’t told you that a few hours before.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re a big fan of superheroes and all those nerdy and fantastic things… and we can take a companion, I thought you’d like to go…But If you don’t I totally understand”

“I’d love to!” you confessed enthusiastically “Woow Ezra, It’s amazing!” He looked at you smiling, he couldn’t believe how beautiful and natural you looked when you were excited. He loved your smile, he knew it from the first day he saw you at Gal’s party “Ez?” you whispered when you noticed that he was staring at you deeply.

It was his chance. It was now or never. Somehow, he had to know if you liked him or not. He hoped you do it because otherwise it would be a shame to ruin your friendship… but he was drunk enough to do it so he didn’t doubt a second in taking your cheek and approaching to kiss you. You were in shock for a second before catching what was happening and then responding to the kiss, putting your hand on his perfect jawline and coming closer to him intensifying the kiss. He stopped by joining his forehead to yours and giving a lightly kiss on your nose.

“Let’s walk home…”you whispered giving him another kiss before he helped you stand up.

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Desperation - Jake x MC (Endless Summer) Part 2

Pairing: Jake x MC (Serena)

Rating: PG

Setting: Jacob Lucas McKenzie would stop at nothing to get his Princess back. Even if it meant breaking into a high security company to steal it’s top secret research. 

Author’s Notes: Give her back! xD

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He had discovered the Prism Dimension almost a month ago. And then when Northbridge News reported the unveiling of Silas Prescott’s newest invention going awry had caught his attention, and from then on, Jake had been slowly making his plans.

When Aleister had limited his access, Jake had been frustrated, but he made it work. He saved and took pictures of as many things as he could within the three hours he was allowed in, and went home to do further research whenever he could get time away from his job as a pilot-for-hire. 

Serena would be unhappy. He knew she would. His Princess had always stressed on him to care for himself, that he spent too long ensuring the well being of others.

But that was why he needed her next to him. To have someone to remind him when he was acting dumb. Someone to ground him.

His eyes slid away from the neon sign atop the Prescott Industries building, to his screen showing the Prism Crystal. That was his key to getting to wherever it was that Vaanu had brought her to. Find Vaanu, and he’ll find her. And he can finally hold her again. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that she was in his arms, could hear her voice.

No Jake, please. Don’t do this. You’re putting yourself in danger.

His eyes snapped open, and he whipped his head around. “Serena?” he called out loud, disregarding the weird looks he got as he wildly attempted to search the throngs of people returning home at rush hour. Did he imagine it? He could’ve sworn he heard her.

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“ Bayu, do you think it is possible?”

“Possible. She was previously born out of a need. A necessity for survival. This is a similar force.” his mate responded, a confident aura of purple glowing around her as she connected her palms with Vaanu and smiled.

“Trust me, my love.”

He nodded, and their corporeal forms merged, a flash of yellow and red light glowed, growing bigger.

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“There he is!”

All eyes turned following Quinn’s pointing finger, just in time to see a hooded figure heading towards the guarded entrance of Prescott Industries. Without missing a beat, as one the group started running across the street, almost causing an accident as they skidded to a stop, blocking Jake’s approach.

His eyes registered surprise at first as he noticed his friends, before they hardened into a stubborn steel.

“I just have to get in there. I get some Liquid Prism, and I can see Serena. I can find a way to bring her back. I just need-”

“Stop this, Jake. Please.” Michelle cut in, her voice firm and unforgiving now. “We know you miss her.”

“We all do.” Diego piped in, his voice cracking.

“And we all want her back.” Quinn added.

“But you’re ruining yourself, man. Don’t do this to yourself. Serena would be heartbroken to see you like this.” Sean chimed in.

“C’mon,” Raj extended a hand at Jake like one would an injured animal. “Let’s go back. We’ve got our cars, and-”

“No.” Jake cut him off, scowling. “I can’t. None of you get it. You’ve got Varynn.” Jake gestured at Diego. “All of you have someone you came back to. I have no one, not even Mike. I don’t even get to live out my Ember of Hope. Vaanu lied. I just ca-” his voice cracked, and for the first time, all of them were speechless as they watched Jake avert his gaze, and dragged the back of his hand across his eyes.

“I need her.”

“You have me.”

Like in a movie, Jake suddenly felt as if his whole world was put on hold. The voice brought back a wave of memories, memories he had clung to like lifelines over the past six years as he desperately combed through everything he could find, anything he could find to bring his love, his Princess, his wife back to him.

“You’ll always have me, Top Gun.”

“Serena?” Diego broke the silence of the group when he hesitantly called out to the figure they were all staring at behind Jake’s shoulder. Jake didn’t dare to turn around. He was too afraid to move. Afraid that if he turned, it would all be a dream, and he would wake up back at square one again in his empty bedroom in his sparse apartment, wishing and hoping that he could get her back.

“Hey guys. I’m sorry this took so long.” the voice paused, and then spoke up again in a softer tone. “Jake, do you hate me? Is that why you aren’t looking at me?”

That made him turn.

And almost immediately, his breathe caught in his throat. It was like he forgot to breathe. She stood there, in the same pair of shorts, although she now had a black hoodie over her usual red tank top, an advisable piece of clothing considering the wet evening Northbridge was having.

Her blonde locks were left to hang loose, and they were tossed around in the evening breeze as her lips curled into a smile, that familiar cheeky, playful twinkle in her eye that he’s missed so so much. Jake’s heart hammered in his chest as she began walking towards him, finally stopping so close, he could touch her if he only reached out.

If he only dared to reach out.

“Hey there, Top Gun.” she murmured, a breatheless murmur as if she too, was afraid. Afraid that this was all a dream. “I’m sorry I left you. I missed you. I-”

He couldn’t let her finish. Convinced now that it was no longer a dream, Jake reached out and crushed her towards him in one swift movement, and his heart swelled when he felt her curl her fingers into the front of his green bomber jacket, gripping it just as tightly as he did to her, as if both their lives depended on it. He buried his face into her hair, breathing her scent in deeply, wanting to make up for all the year’s he’s lost with her.

“You promised me a year and a day, Princess. I intend to claim it.” he muttered, his voice shaky with the intensity of his relief, and a mixture of disbelief that she was actually here.

“You gave me life again, Jake. It is only fair that the life is yours now to share.”

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Of Pups and Wayward Omegas - Chapter 2

It’s finally up! Nearly two weeks late...whoops. I’ve been working 12 hour days, 6 days a week atm as well as having to finish my cosplay for my last Con xD It’s done now though and the next chapter will be up quicker than this!

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It was shortly after seven-thirty in the morning and during a particularly strong contraction, that Prompto heard three pairs of footsteps thump around upstairs. From where he knelt in the centre of his nest, chest resting on the largest and fluffiest pillow he could find, Prompto pointedly ignored their calls. They would find him soon enough, his scent would make sure of that. He was more interested in focusing on the contraction and trying to get through it. Thirty-six seconds after the now familiar pain began, it finally ended. Sighing in relief Prompto shuffled around, trying to alleviate some of the pain in his lower back to no avail. With a huff he grabbed his phone and set the timer, continuing to ignore his mates as the footsteps thundered down the stairs and the calls increased in volume.

Three echoes of ‘Prompto?’ followed by a wave of familiar scents suddenly assaulted his senses. Pulling his head away from the pillow he stared at the heavy wooden door separating him from his mates. They obviously knew where he was, he could see the Noct’s shadow as the other Omega tried to peer through the gap between the door and floor. He continued to stare in their general vicinity in silence until Gladio threatened to break the door down.

“‘M fine” He called out, his voice muffled as he turned his head back into the soft fabric of the pillow. He could hear his mates shuffling around on the other side of the door, but his attention was taken away from them by a harsh kick to his spine. Hissing in pain he rubbed his bump. “Come on baby, please stop kicking.” So far he had managed to keep his composure, burying his fear in favour of focusing on safely delivering his pup.

Early in the morning after being woken by his water breaking, he’d broken down. Not quite able to believe that after so long, after so many lost pups, the little one inside him was so close to being safe and most importantly, alive in his arms. That he was finally going to be a parent. It was almost too much for the young Omega, and he so desperately wanted to wake his mates and bury himself safely in Gladio’s arms. But he didn’t. Instead he found the playlist Ignis had helped him create for the labour months earlier, and made himself comfortable as he focused on calming down. He was going to be the bring this pup into the world safely and he was going to be a much better parent than his own, nothing was going to hurt them.

Once again he was forced to speak up when he overheard Noctis start panicking. “I’m fine.” The voices fell silent.

“Prom.” Gladio rumbled in response. Six that voice never failed to make his legs go weak, not that they were particularly strong in that moment. “Open the door please.”

“I’m fine.” He repeated for the third time as he carefully shifted to lay on his side, wedging a pillow between his legs (He’d have to remember to wash it later) and another behind his back. “I can do this.”

“Darling, no one said you cannot. We just want to help.” Prompto would forever be grateful for having Ignis’ calm personality in his life. “How long have you been in there?”

“All night.” Prompto replied, voice barely loud enough to be heard, but heard he was if Gladio’s soft curse was anything to go by.

“C’mon Prom, open the door please.” Noct chimed in. The shadow beneath the door, or lack of one, informed Prompto that his fellow Omega had laid himself down. Whether he was still trying to look in was another thing entirely, it was most likely that Noct had simply gotten lazy and couldn’t be bothered to stay kneeling.

“I can’t. The door’s locked and I don’t want to move. ‘M comfy.” He shot back. It wasn’t a lie, he had made himself quite comfortable and really didn’t want to get up or well...shuffle across the room to open the door for his mates. Still, it was amusing to hear and smell his Alpha’s frustration. Unlike Ardyn, even when Gladio was frustrated there was never any malevolence to it, and if there was it was never directed at him. Initially that frustration had been terrifying, Gladiolus was after all significantly larger than Ardyn could hope to ever be, but after being accepted into the back his size was more comforting than threatening.

“Baby, please open up. I promise that once you’ve opened the door you can lay back down and you won’t have to move again.” Gladio said. Prompto huffed and looked over at his phone, three minutes and twelve seconds. If the last few contractions were anything to go by, he had about two minutes to get to the door and settle down again. With a fair amount of difficulty Prompto was able to shift onto his knees and start crawling towards the door, there was no way he was going to try to stand up if he didn’t have to. He’d tried that once a couple of hours ago and very nearly face-planted into the floor.

It was just as he released the lock that the familiar pain started up once again. Grunting in pain he placed his hands on either side of his bump and hunched over. Closing his eyes he tried to retreat into his head, focusing on breathing through the pain and attempting to time it. He lost track at thirty eight seconds when the pain finally overwhelmed him. As soon as the first cry tore itself from his throat he was bombarded by the comforting scents of his mates, as well as a soft crooning noise that could only be Ignis. He gasped when it finally subsided. That had undoubtedly been the most painful contraction yet.

“Shift away from the door Prom.” Gladio said softly and it was only when a hand touched his back did Prompto realised they had managed to open the door a fraction. Just enough to get their arms through but nothing more. Doing as asked, the labouring Omega shifted slightly and blushed when Noctis wriggled his way in through the larger gap. He’d completely forgotten that he was naked. In spite of having spent plenty of heats with his packmates, he was still incredibly self-conscious about the state of his body, more so when the stretch-marks appeared.

“Hey Prom” Noctis whispered with a smile. Slowly and cautiously he approached the blonde until they were within arm’s distance of one another, at which point Prompto gladly collapsed against him. Nuzzling Noctis’ neck and inhaling as scent. Immediately Noctis’ arms were around him as he returned the gesture. “You should’ve woken us up Prom.”

“Sorry” Prompto whimpered, clinging onto him as though he would vanish at any moment.

“You have nothing to apologise for darling.” Raising his head from Noctis’ neck, Prompto was greeted by the sight of Ignis and Gladio, the latter carefully maneuvering himself through the doorway in an attempt to prevent it from swinging open and hitting one of his mates. He couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, a sound which brought a smile to everyone’s faces. Ignis leant over and pressed a kiss to Prompto’s forehead, moving aside a moment later to let Gladiolus do the same.

While the Alpha and Omega lavished the youngest member of their pack with affection, Ignis took stock of the nest. Eyes landing on the damp pile of blankets and abandoned clothing  in the corner, accompanied by a few empty bottles and water and an apple core. It was quite obvious what had happened.

“I forgot to time it.” Prom mumbled after a few minutes. The three looked at him in confusion. “I’ve been trying to time the contractions and the space between them. Forgot to do it this time.”

“The contraction lasted forty-three seconds.” Ignis added helpfully with a warm smile. “I began timing it as soon as your scent changed.” With a smile of his own Prompto reached out and took Ignis’ hand. “We’ll time the space between the next two, one missed one isn’t going to cause too much of a problem.” Lifting Prompto’s hand to his mouth he pressed a kiss to the back of it. Prompto pulled a face and placed a hand on his bump, moving away from Noctis slightly to look down.

“Please stop kicking me.” He said softly. Gladiolus tilted his head and shuffled around the pair of Omegas, laying himself flat on the ground so he was eye level with his pup’s current home. Grinning up at Noctis and Prompto he winked.

“Stop kicking you mother pup.” Gladio chided playfully. Prompto made an almost inaudible noise and shifted once again, a sure sign that the pup was quite happily ignoring its parents.

“I blame you for this.” Prompto joked as he relaxed against Noctis once again, dropping his head onto his shoulder. Despite his earlier determination to give birth to his pup alone, it was a relief to be surrounded by his pack, his mates. Behind him Ignis started rummaging through Prompto’s collection of blankets, throwing the damp ones down the hallway and setting the clean ones off to the side.

Noctis watched the Beta over Prompto’s shoulder “What are you doing Specs?” He questioned.

“It may have escaped your attention but this is hardly the most hygienic location for a child to be born.” Ignis started, wrinkling his nose when he discovered three apple cores hidden beneath a pillow. Gladiolus sat himself back up, keeping a hand on Prompto’s thigh. Collecting up the pillows Ignis set them against the far wall, he’d organise them once he had cleaned up the mess. Satisfied that everything was in a more manageable state, he turned to his three mates. “Gladio, Noctis, why don’t you take Prompto upstairs and get him in the bath while I finish up here.” The blonde Omega looked back over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re thighs are covered with various fluids darling, and a warm bath will help with the aches and pains.”

Prompto had completely forgotten that he was entirely naked from the waist down, and how disgusting his legs were. A bath was a really good idea. Aw crap. He was pretty much sat in Noct’s lap, almost certainly covering him in said birthing fluids. Not to mention Gladio had been lying on the floor beside him. He blushed brightly and ducked his head, burying his head in Noctis’ shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed Prom.” Gladio said, noticing the way his Omega tried to hide his face from them.  “We’ve been covered in worse.” Noctis snorted, playfully swatting at the Alpha while Prompto whined and tried to shrink in on himself. With a groan Gladio climbed to his feet, nudging a few pillows out of his way. “C’mon babe, let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.”

It took both Ignis and Gladiolus to get Prompto onto his feet, though they had to pause mid-way to allow him to breathe when his back twinged in pain. When he was finally on his feet Prompto took a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head, after spending so many hours on his knees and in various positions laying down, it was almost a relief to be standing once again.

“Oh, ow.” His hands desperately searched for the nearest body, which just so happened to be Ignis. Grabbing onto the Beta he bowed his head as another contraction tore through him.

“Easy baby.” Gladio soothed, stepping up behind Prompto and massaging his lower back. “Breathe in time with Iggy.” Rather than attempting to copy his breathing patterns, Prompto elected to take a deep breath and let out a soft moan.

Noctis moved to stand beside his mates, wringing his hands together. He longed to touch them but wasn’t sure if his presence would be welcome when Prompto was in pain. Instead he settled for making comforting noises and whispering words of encouragement.

“Forty-eight seconds.” Ignis stated once it was over. “Noctis would you please reset the timer on Prompto’s phone please?” Happy to do something for his mates, Noctis nodded and collected the phone from where it had been left on the floor, doing as asked. “While you’re upstairs make sure to keep track of the time between them okay?” The older Omega nodded and gave a jaunty salute before ducking beneath Ignis’ arms to pop up between him and Prompto. Startled by Noctis’ sudden appearance and the bright smile on his face, Prompto giggled and leaned in to rub his nose against his.

“Alright you two.” Gladio interjected. “Break it up, we’ve got to get sunshine upstairs and in the bath.” The two Omegas reluctantly parted from one another, allowing Gladiolus to open the door fully. Prompto winced at the sudden harsh sunlight, in all the excitement he’d forgotten it was nearing mid-morning.

Ignis accompanied them to the bottom of the stairs, collecting the previously discarded blankets as he did so. “When you come back down darling, we’ll check how far along you are.” Turning to Prompto he kissed him softly. “Enjoy your bath.” With that Ignis retreated into the kitchen with an armful of blankets and the determination to make the nest as comfortable and clean as possible.

Deciding it would take far too long for Prompto to walk up the staircase, and most likely cause too much discomfort, Gladio crouched down and very gently scooped him up into his arms. He squeaked in surprise, wrapping his arms around his Alpha’s neck and grinned at Noctis as they started up the stairs. It was going to be a long day but he could do it, he could bring his pup safely into the world.

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