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jettingtothemoon · 4 years

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Shiggy

➳ pairing: shigaraki tomura x f!reader ➳ genre: angst, fluff ➳ warnings: mentions of death, swearing ➳ word count: 4119 ➳ rating: pg-15 ➳ summary: In which y/n joins the league of villains and discovers a soft side to her new boss. ➳ a/n: this is my first official oneshot that i wrote just for shiggy bc i just love him so much (*^.^*)

y/n never wanted to be a villain. She wanted to be a hero, one proud to help others no matter the reward. Well, that was until that one fateful day.

It was just like any other day but after that day, nothing would ever be the same again. y/n was at school when it happened; when the attack began. She should have been there because, just maybe with her quirk, she could have saved them. It was a villain never seen before, one so terrible that he killed or at least severely wounded every hero he came across in a matter of minutes. That was until Endeavour came along. By the time the great pro hero Endeavour arrived, the fight had made it's way to your street. As the fight continued, the families were evacuated out of their homes by other heroes and sidekicks, knowing that the damage to the street was going to be major in this colossal fight.

You could feel the rumbles and vibrations under your feet even as you sat at your desk only a few blocks away. It's probably just some construction work nearby, the teachers said. If only.

Your parents and little sister were still inside when it happened, not yet to be evacuated when the blast went off. Even Endeavour himself was having a tough time fighting this villain and, despite seeing that the villain was not going after any civilians, he let out a huge blast of fire. It engulfed half of the street in seconds, scorching the villain into submission. Everyone that end was supposed to have been evacuated, but they weren't, your family were still inside. Still hiding from the battle outside. They just wanted to live, to survive this terrifying fight. They weren't so lucky.

That was the day you lost all faith in heroes. Their job was to protect and rescue civilians but they couldn't even get that right. Why? Because they would earn more if they took down the villain. He couldn't have held him off until he was certain everyone was safe and outside of the blast radius. The worst part about it, not a single hero was harmed in the blast. They all saw it coming and, instead of rushing in to get your family out in time, they turned tail and fled before the blast could hit them.

Endeavour was reckless but those other heroes... they were cowards. They gave their lives a higher importance than that of your family. Your caring mother, your loving father, your baby sister. They were left to burn, to scorch in the hellflame as the so-called heroes ran away, leaving them behind.

You were left all alone. Your friends pitied you, tried to comfort you but their love for the very heroes that left your family to die remained. It was despicable, the way they loved them sickened you. They were your friends no more, not if they couldn't see what heroes really were. They were greedy, selfish, liars who all deserved to die in the place of your family.

Of course, you didn't act on those emotions at first. In fact, you simply lived your life quietly. You remained alone, you discarded the friends that didn't understand your hatred of heroes. You lived your life as any other citizen, keeping your head down and letting the heroes do what they wanted.

Well, that was until Stain emerged. The hero killer, he empowered you. He shared similar views to you but he still seemed to believe that there was such a thing as a good hero, for example, All Might. From what you had seen on the news and other videos that were circulating the web not long after his capture in Hosu, he believed that All Might was a true hero. You, however, once even believed Endeavour was a true hero. If the number two hero was a scumbag then you had no doubt that so was the number one. All Might, like Endeavour, was likely to have let the fame and power go to his head. That was why, despite agreeing with Stain's ideology, you still had no faith in there being any good heroes anymore. Maybe the future generations would prove you wrong, but you doubted it. The future generation of heroes were being trained by those very scumbags after all.

After the incident in Hosu, you turned to a different kind of lifestyle. You still lived your ordinary everyday life, sure, but you started going after those so-called heroes you detested so much. With your quirk, it wasn't too difficult to take down some sidekicks. Not that you actually killed any of them, no, you simply did enough damage to put them in the hospital for a long time.

Heroes sucked. That was just the stone-cold truth, even though you sometimes hated to admit it. Those whom you had looked up to your entire life were nothing but a bunch of phonies playing pretend. All they wanted was the money, fame and power. Not a single one of them truly wanted to save people, to protect the citizens that need it.

After a while, it wasn't only the heroes you detested but also all those people with quirks that didn't use them, despite knowing that their quirk could help save so many. Without a licence, using your quirk in public is prohibited but that wouldn't stop a true hero. A true hero would do whatever they could to help, not just stand by taking pictures. You hated that some people, those people whom sided with Stain, might take one look at you and lump you in with the rest.

Before long, whatever feelings you had for saving people was gone. You didn't want to be a hero anymore, you didn't want to save the people who didn't even deserve saving. The ones who deserved to be saved were those who really couldn't help in any of those situations. The people with quirks that were practically useless in combat or would be too dangerous to use against other people. But most of all, the quirkless. There were not many quirkless people anymore but your mother was one of them. She lived without a quirk and she died without a quirk, maybe even because she didn't have a quirk. Your father wasn't to blame either, in that situation, his quirk wouldn't have been much help and your sister was so young that hers hadn't even surfaced before she died. Your's, however, could have helped. You could have safely evacuated your family on your own before the blast went off. You could have saved them, but you weren't there.

Not too long after you began going after sidekicks, stirring up quite a fuss in the news, you were approached by a rather interesting man.

"So you're the one they're calling Streak?" His voice was bland matching his face which was void of any emotion.

You turned back to the sidekick that was lying behind you with several glowing, neon scorches over his arms and legs, then back to the man before you, "I suppose I am."

Although you were ready to break out into a fight at any moment, this was a man you didn't recognise. He wasn't a hero or sidekick, that was for sure. Neither was he any ordinary civilian. A villain then?

"We have a proposal for you." A small girl also turned into the alley, smiling at you brightly yet somewhat wickedly.

Although you doubted the two of them and kept your guard up the whole way, you followed them back to what seemed to be their base of operations.

"A bar?" You questioned, following them inside in hopes of finding out what exactly they wanted.

Neither of them answered you and so, you simply continued to follow them down the steps until you were in the room at the bottom. There was another man sitting at the bar and one behind it. The man behind the bar looked interesting and all but it was the one sitting there, with a disembodied hand over his face, swirling a glass in his hand with his pinky raised, whom you found truly intriguing.

"You brought her?" The man behind the bar spoke.

He kind of looked like a walking shadow with bright yellow eyes. You recognised him somewhat, although you were unsure of where from. The same went for the man sitting at the bar, who was still yet to turn around and face you.

"Of course we did. If the boss says to go find the girl, we go find the girl." The younger girl declared although it was funny she was referring to you as the girl when she was so clearly younger than you.

"See, they listen to me." The man at the bar finally spoke with his somewhat mellow voice and put his glass down.

You simply tilted your head to the side as he turned to you, trying to take in his appearance but, thanks to the hand covering his face, you ended up just staring into his scarlet eyes.

Those very eyes narrowed at you and he sighed, "Are you sure you got the right one? She doesn't look much like a villain to me."

"You don't look all that much like a villain either, Shigaraki Tomura." You finally realised who you were speaking to, recognising him from the news as the leader of the league of villains, and to be honest, you were flattered that they had reached out to you.

"Tsk. You haven't seen what I look like without father yet."

You were unsure what he meant by father but decided not to ask. Not that you had much time to because he was already speaking again, although he turned back to his drink first and began swirling it again.

"So, what do you think about joining the league of villains?"

"I didn't think you would be that straight up." You giggled slightly.

Shigaraki, however, only began to lose his patience and began scratching his neck, "Do you want to help us destroy the heroes or not?"

"Oh, I'm in, but why did you single me out specifically?" You asked.

Shigaraki sighed but didn't speak any more than that, and so, the man behind the bar answered you, "We've been watching you for a while. Your agenda seems to match with ours and there is no doubting your usefulness in a fight. We believe you will be a valuable asset."

"I believe I will." You grinned.

"What exactly is your quirk anyway?" The man behind you asked.

You turned to him, trying once again to avoid staring at the unusual burn scars that covered his body, "Well, my quirk is neon. I can emit a neon light from both the palms of my hands and the tips of my fingers. The light is kind of like a laser, it burns through pretty much anything it touches. I can also use the neon energy within me to charge my body and the use a burst of that energy to move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. Although, using my quirk too much can take a lot of energy so I can only do that a couple of times before I'm completely worn out. As for the beams I shoot from my hands, they don't use as much energy so as long as I've eaten a good breakfast I'm good to go for hours."

Shigaraki turned his head to you, seemingly finding some interest in hearing about your quirk before focusing his attention back on swirling his drink again.

And that was how you joined the league of villains. After officially becoming a member, you learnt that the man behind the bar was called Kurogiri. He was quite possibly the most normal of the villains. Although, none of them were really all that normal at all.

Dabi, or as you liked to call him 'fireman', was almost quiet. He didn't act as though he cared for, well, anything. Although, he certainly enjoyed fighting heroes. Pretty much all of the time he showed little to no emotion, but somehow the two of you had gotten along quite well since you joined the league.

Toga was quite possibly insane, but that only gave her personality. She was fun to be around and you enjoyed hanging out with another girl around your age, although she was a few years younger than you. The nickname you had given her was 'loopy' and surprisingly she didn't mind it nor find offence in it. Maybe it was because she was starting to like you, or maybe simply because Kurogiri told her to play nice.

Shigaraki had his own nickname too, of course, although he didn't like it. He would have much rather you call him boss or just his name but instead you were persistent in calling him by 'Shiggy'. You called him that not only because of his name but also his shaggy hair, it was kind of a combination of the two. That shaggy hair was something you had grown used to seeing, you even went as far as to ruffling it this one time but, obviously, he didn't much appreciate it and threatened to turn you to dust with four of his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Actually, Kurogiri was the only one who didn't have a bizarre nickname. The most he got was a casual 'Kuro', which he seemed to prefer anyway.

Getting along with everyone was much easier than you expected it to be. Well, except for when it came to Shigaraki. Your boss was... difficult, to say the least. And, although he didn't seem to mind you, his cold exterior kept pushing you away when you tried to talk to him about something other than work or attempted to know him better.

It was over a week before he removed his mask, which you now knew was called father, in front of you. His face was different from how you had expected it to be. His face was... well, it was crusty. Especially around his eyes and mouth. His lips were split and chapped with a scar crossing over the left side of them. Another scar could be seen over his right eye. Despite all of that, he was surprisingly cute. He was younger than you initially thought, probably only around your age. You found your eyes scanning over him from the little beauty mark that dotted the underside of his mouth, up to the dry skin around his narrowing eyes.

"What?" He somewhat snapped.

"Nothing. Just- Taking in your face before it hides behind that mask again."

Shigaraki scrunched up his brows but decided to ignore your gaze to focus on what he was doing. You had come to know that your boss was quite the gamer and, although he usually played in his room where the rest of you couldn't disturb him, sometimes, when Dabi and Toga were out, he would bring his switch with him and come to sit at the bar. Both you and Kurogiri knew not to distract him. Although, it wasn't so that you wouldn't anger him but simply because you also had a love for games and knew what it was like when someone interrupted your train of thought and cost you your win. So, you kept quiet or went for a walk.

Although, soon you grew to enjoy watching Shigaraki as he played his games and so, you simply sat at the bar a few stalls away to watch him. You liked watching the way his lips would curl into a little smirk every now and then when he knew he was going to win. You also liked it when he lost and scowled at the game, cursing under his breath before unconsciously pouting slightly. Once, he even accidentally destroyed the switch with his quirk mid-game. He was furious and stormed out to get another. You simply chuckled when the door closed behind him and got up to clean the mess. Then, you too headed out because there was something you needed to buy.

"Shiggy." You grinned, approaching your boss with a slight skip in your step.

"What?" He sighed, already used to the shitty nickname you had given him.

"I made you something."

He simply turned his head to you and frowned but, when you held out your present for him, his expression changed into something you hadn't yet seen. Surprise? Shock? Gratefulness? Who knows but it was better than the usual sulky face he showed you.

"It's a pair of gloves. They will only cover your pinkies but it will stop you from disintegrating anything else on accident." You explained, passing him the little gloves you had designed specifically for him.

"I- um, thank you?" He sounded so unsure of his words as if he hadn't a clue how to express gratitude but it made you smile nonetheless.

"You're welcome." You spoke with your usual perky voice.

Before joining the league, you had little reason to smile but now that they had finally grown used to you, you were smiling more often than not. You smiled when you talked to Dabi, Toga and Kurogiri, but it was when you were with Shigaraki that you found yourself smiling the most. He was so strange and so cold but there were times when he unintentionally showed you a soft side of him. Times when he was playing his games and even times when he was talking to you. His eyes would soften or he'd almost smile. It was always a small gesture but it still made you feel all warm and happy.

Even now, as he took the gloves from you, being very careful not to use all of his fingers as he did so, his eyes were soft and his lips curled up ever so slightly.

"I hope the material is okay, I tried to make sure they would be as comfortable as possible."

"Why do all of this? Why go to all the trouble?" He asked whilst slipping the gloves over his pinky fingers and around his wrists.

"Because, boss, we can't have you accidentally disintegrating the whole building now can we?" You joked although it didn't seem that Shigaraki found it all that funny as he just huffed, picked up his new switch, and headed back to his room.

"Don't take it to heart, he doesn't do well with displays of affection." Kurogiri sighed, trying to reassure you that Shigaraki was indeed happy with what you had done for him.

But you already knew that he was. You were good at reading people, even people like him, and you would have known if he was angry with you. You just wondered why he was like this and why he struggled so much to believe that any of you truly cared for him. The league, to him, was just a group of people with the same goal but to the rest fo you, it was almost like a family. Maybe one day he would realise that too.

It had been a long day, in which you, Dabi and Toga had all been out getting into your own little handfuls of trouble. Kurogiri stayed here with Shigaraki while he played his games. When you came back, you decided to find Shiggy and update him on the work the three of you had been doing for the most part of the day. When he wasn't sitting at the bar waiting for you to come back, you sighed and headed in the direction of his room. You hadn't been in there before and you were unsure of how Shigaraki would react if you came in without asking but, you also knew it was highly likely he was playing his games and decided that having him yell at you for coming in was better than having him yell at you for disrupting his game. And so, you turned the handle and walked inside.

Shigaraki was indeed playing video games. There he sat, with his back to you, on the floor in front of his tv with a controller in his hand. Despite wearing the gloves you gave him, he was still playing with each of his pinkies lifted off of the remote, presumably so that he didn't get into the habit of using all his fingers in case he one day forgot while not wearing the gloves. His head turned ever so slightly towards you for a second, although his eyes never once left the screen, but he just ignored you and continued playing.

He was clearly busy with his game so you simply walked further into the room, closing the door behind you, and sat at the end of his bed. You took a quick glance around the room, noticing how it was pretty much bare except for the bed and gaming set up in the corner.

It was a few minutes until Shigaraki said anything, but soon he was wondering why you were even here, "y/n. What do you what? Why are you here?"

"I just want to watch you play for now." You admitted, expecting him to tell you to leave.

But he didn't tell you to go. He just grunted and continued playing his game, so you stayed.

The more you watched him play, the more he fascinated you. His strategy in-game mirrored his intellect in reality too. His fingers tapped away so quickly at the buttons as he hammered in combo after combo, striking the enemy's weak points as if he memorised each and every one of them. Then again you wouldn't expect anything more from him. Shigaraki was a surprisingly intelligent man. He knew what to do and when to do it and, even if his temper would tempt him against it, he always knew when to back out of a fight he couldn't win. When it came to both reality and videogames, however, that was rare. He thought things out well and it seemed he even learned things from the games he played and applied them to real-life situations to provide him with the upper hand.

Shigaraki Tomura really was one of a kind.

A few more minutes passed and you found yourself pulling out your phone and swiping to the camera. You snapped some pictures of him playing down on the floor in front of you. Then, you rolled onto your side so that you were lying on his bed, hanging off the side a little to get the perfect angle of his face as he played. You snapped more photos before sitting up and looking through them. He looked so cute when he played his games.

Before you realised, however, he had completed his level and was climbing up to walk over to you. He took the phone from your hands and pressed all of his fingers against it, watching it disintegrate into dust before slipping his pinky back into his glove.

You tilted your head up at him and pouted, "Those were some good pictures."

"Why were you taking pictures of me?" Shigaraki sighed, clearly not really in the mood for your shit.

"Because you just look so cute when you're focusing on your games and I wanted some pictures of you." You admitted, not caring for the way his eyes narrowed further.

"But why?"

You sighed and climbed up onto your knees so you were more at face level with him.

"I want pictures of you because I like you, stupid." You confessed, flicking him lightly in the centre of his forehead.

Shigaraki only began to scratch at his neck as his eyes widened slightly in confusion.

"You... like... me?" He questioned, pointing a finger into his chest.

He clearly still didn't get it, or at least he didn't believe you, so you reached out for his shirt, scrunching it in your fists slightly, as you pulled him in for a kiss. He was in such a shock when your lips touched his that he lost his balance and fell onto you. His hands, that were either side of your head, stopped his weight from crashing down into you but he was still lying on top of you nonetheless.

"Do you get it now?" You smiled, reaching up to peck his nose as his cheeks began to dust over with a slight blush.

"I- I."

You smiled and pulled him back down towards you, stopping briefly just before your lips came together again, "Shut up, Shiggy."

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia #angst #fluff

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aesahamyr · 3 years

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The brightest star of them all

Read it on AO3.

Hello everyone! I felt inspired to write some softness today (it has angst, but it's all very soft in the end). I apologize in advance for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy^^.

Summary: Gavin Reed reflects on his life on a Sunday morning and realises he is allowed to love.

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Gavin Reed is an unlovable man.

That much he knows. He has heard it from his father, while trying to avoid another punch.

“You’re pathetic.”

He has heard it from his mother, when she was crying on the floor.

“It’s your fault your father left. It’s all your fault!”

But that’s okay. That’s fine. Gavin is a grown-up now, and he can find other people to love him. Except that life itself has declared that Gavin Reed is indeed a piece of trash who doesn’t deserve anything good. At least that’s the lesson he got from his first three boyfriends. They were very clear, all of them, that dating Gavin had been a waste of their time, an awful experience, something that they were ashamed of retrospectively.

As Gavin puts some ice on his cheek and hopes the bruises won’t be too obvious tomorrow, the irony of the situation is not lost on him: he has chosen a career in which he can protect victims from abuse, but can’t even defend himself.

In the night of his life, the only star he can see is Tina, who, bless her, will never fully understand how much she saved him when she brought a kitten to his flat one day and suggested he take care of it. With Princess in his life, Gavin finally decides that he has enough of this “feelings” crap, and settles for one-night stands in seedy bars. But the empty beds immediately after business is done are a constant reminder that, in spite of all his efforts to give his partners a good time, he is still, to his core, unlovable.

The other stars he has found in his life slowly fade away.

Anderson is not the same man anymore after the accident, and who could blame him? But it hurts so damn much to see Hank, his model, his mentor, his… friend (?) rant about how much of a scumbag he is when he tries to take his bottle away. A few years later, it’s his job, his last reason to live, that threatens to slip through his fingers.

Gavin thinks that this is the end. That there is no point, no point in trying, no point in hoping. One day, Connor, recently deviated, brings from the depth of Cyberlife to the DPD a being somehow even more lost than Gavin. And the detective may not know it yet, but it is not a star, but the entire sun that has just entered his life.

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“Good morning Gavin.”

Gavin could smell the bacon and fried eggs before even opening his eyes. He could also picture in his mind the face that just said those words, and he smiled in return.

“ ‘Morning, Nines,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes before actually paying attention to what was in front of him. Standing next to the bed, wearing nothing but his pajama shirt, Nines had just brought him a tray full of toasts, jam, bacon, egg, and a glass of orange juice to top it all off.

“Well, tincan, spoiling me much?”

“I am the spoiled one and you know it,” Nines answered with a small smile, climbing on the bed and putting the tray on front of Gavin.

“You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I know, but I wanted to. It’s Sunday, I don’t sleep in and I wanted this morning to be…” Nines hesitated and sat on his knees.

“Perfect?” Gavin suggested. They both knew how loaded this word could be, with Nines’ insecurities, but they had chosen to deal with the problem rather than avoid it, aware that it would not simply disappear. “All right, but this breakfast cannot be legally qualified as perfect until a hot piece of android is with me to eat it,” he added, gesturing Nines to come closer.

The android obeyed and lied down next to Gavin, while he sat in tailor, the tray on his knees. He let out a sigh of contentment when he took the first bite from his toast. Delicious.

“They’re great, as always,” Gavin said, and his heart missed a beat when Nines’ face lit up at the compliment. He had gotten much better at deciphering the android’s subtle expressions.

“Here, open,” he said, dipping the tip of two fingers in the jam, before gently putting them in Nines’ mouth. The android let out a small moan and couldn’t help but twitch at the wonderful mix of fruit, sugar and his human on his delicate sensors. Gavin looked down at the military grade, state of the art android whose little blue tongue was happily cleaning his fingers, his eyelids fluttering with pleasure, his LED a calming blue that let Gavin know he was doing a good job.

“How do you want to spend the day?” Gavin asked, pulling out his fingers and taking a sip of orange juice.

Nines gave him a half-coy, half-embarrassed look, and Gavin chuckled.

“Again?” he said, bending down to kiss Nines’ hair.

Nines nodded, and stretched himself even though he has no need to, just to showcase his long legs and give Gavin a teasing glimpse of his backside, checking out of the corner of his eye that Gavin was not missing the show. Not being fooled by what was going on, Gavin took its time savoring his breakfast, pretending he couldn’t see Nines not-so-discreetly displaying himself, rubbing his legs against his through the cover, playing with the hem of his pajamas.

Nines was about to leave the bed when Gavin put the tray aside, firmly but gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him down so that he fell back on the bed, on his stomach.

“You naughty, naughty tin can…” Gavin said, and gave him a good smack on the butt.

Nines let out a little yelp and laughed.

“What have we learned yesterday, Nines? Pain…” (another smack on his butt) “… is always followed by pleasure,” Gavin said, peppering kisses on his lower back.

Nines started squirming, his loins heating up.

“Gavin… Please…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take care of you, you insatiable little-“

He was silenced when Nines turned his head to look at him with his soft, soft blue eyes that always reminded Gavin of a clear summer sky. There was arousal in those eyes, of course, and playfulness, but also, indubitably, certainly and irrevocably, love. Gavin’s heart soared and he leaned down to kiss Nines, not wanting to do something embarrassing. And as the android called his name with this voice, and looked at him with those eyes, Gavin was faced with the truth that he was finally not alone anymore.

#reed900 #gavin reed #rk900 #yes I headcanon Nines' tongue as blue #also I have things to say about Nines not wearing much when he's home with Gavin but that's for another story ;)

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the-peak-of-despair · 4 years

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Chihiro x Reader - Reader reacts to Chihiro’s death

anon said: I hear you're good at angst 👀 could I please get a Chihiro x fem reader where the reader is there with Makoto and Byakuya when they discover Chihiro's body and then the events of the trial, in which the reader has to be held back by her classmates when it's revealed what Byakuya did and that he did it for his own entertainment? (like honestly, what the fuck Byakuya??) Sorry if this is too long 😅

Nonnie you hit the right blog because the second I started writing this I did not stop and I think I went legitmately feral on this one. I might be a bit off with the request because I’ll be real I think I got possessed by Edgar Allen Poe during this but I do hope you enjoyed! Get your tissues and say a prayer for the poor souls in the danganronpa-x-reader discord server who got to see snippets of what I was writing before I posted -Mod Akane : )

“Come on, let’s check in the girls locker room first.” Byakuya commands (Y/N) and Makoto, both of them muttering something about why we had to specifically check the girls locker room… (Y/N) notes how the door seems to already be swinging open, but the thought is quickly put away as she follows along into the locker room.

Everything fell in an instant.

Everything fell apart.

“GAAAAAAH!” Makoto basically screamed at the top of his lungs, falling backwards and nearly knocking into (Y/N) as he fell to the ground. When she avoided him and saw what she saw…

“CHIHIRO!” (Y/N) screamed, nearly damaging everyone in the vicinity’s eardrums. The horror set in as tears welled up in her eyes, pouring over and blurring everything from her vision to her very mindset. Chihiro.. Chihiro, her lover, her best friend.. He… he was dead? Someone.. someone killed Chihiro?

Ding - dong!

“A body has been discovered!” Monokuma calls, way too cheerily over the monitor, sparking a rage within (Y/N). Chihiro was dead, and this- this son of a bitch saw it as free entertainment. “Everyone, please gather in the girls locker room!”

The monitor flickered off.

(Y/N) stood in shock, right between Byakuya and Makoto. It was only a second of hesitation before she darted towards him.

Byakuya snagged her by the sleeve. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asks, impatient.

“CHIHIRO IS FUCKING DEAD, BYAKUYA!” (Y/N) screams. “H- SHE DOESN’T DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THIS! STRUNG UP LIKE A FUCKING MASTERPIECE! SOMEONE KILLED HER!”

“It doesn’t matter who or what happened.” Byakuya grimaces. “This is a crime scene. You cannot alter the evidence. Unless you would like to be seen as the blackened, I suggest you restrain yourself from touching the scene.”

Byakuya let go of (Y/N)’s sleeve, his iron grip nearly having torn it. “So? Do you still want to get her down?”

(Y/N) grimaced at him, before choosing to look away. “Asshole..!” Tears filled their eyes once again.

(Y/N) spent the entire investigation crying into Sakura’s chest and being held back from the crime scene, clearly too much of a fury of emotions to be able to do anything. How couldn’t she be? Her best friend, her lover, ripped away from her by some selfish fucking asshole who didn’t want their secret exposed.

She didn’t seem present for the first half of the trial.

Everyone noticed.

Within minutes, maybe even an hour she looked so much worse for wear. Eyes that were dead and longing and barely having moved or spoken almost the entire trial. When questioned about Chihiro’s gender, (Y/N) just nodded.

Of course she had known. That’s what most of her classmates thought.

There’s this thing about death. You become so close to someone, you pour your heart into them and they do the same. They’re there for you almost everyday. And then one day, sudden or not.. They’re just taken away.

Of course, it’s inevitable.

But nothing on this Earth could prepare someone for that feeling. That feeling of loss, that feeling of calling someone’s name just out of habit just to end up crying on the floor because it comes crashing down all over again that they’re gone and you’d never see them again. It was a horrible, soul crushing despair that seeped into every neuron and part of your brain and would take forever to let go. It’s a feeling that breaks you down and holds you there.

Of course, (Y/N) was aware of everything happening the entire trial. It was like taking off your glasses or unfocusing a camera. Everything’s still there and if you focus really hard you might be able to see what happens. But the crushing weight of coping with that, the fact that she’d never see Chihiro again, the fact that she’d never kiss him again, never get to hug him, or cry into his shoulder, the fact that one day she had seen him for the very last time and she had never known.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

It didn’t feel like the glasses were put back on, like everything came into focus again, until Byakuya had spoken.

“I tampered with the crime scene, yes, but I am not the culprit.” He states, plain and simple. Not a sign of emotion in his speech or his eyes.

And something about that broke (Y/N).

She slammed her hands on her podium, the noise echoing through the trial room it had been so hard, snapping all surviving eyes on her. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” (Y/N) screams.

“...Elaborate.” Byakuya states simply. It wasn’t a request, or out of confusion, it was a fucking demand.

(Y/N) took a heavy breath. “You are so fucking intolerable! YOU ARE A SOCIOPATH! CHIHIRO IS FUCKING DEAD, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?” She begins to scream, and the two on either side of her- Asahina and Sakura- look at her with concern. “I DON'T CARE IF YOU KILLED HIM OR NOT, WHO ARE YOU TO DO SUCH.. SUCH A HORRID THING?!” (Y/N) screams, her throat scratching and voice cracking all as her eyes began to swell with hot tears, making everything blur just a bit more.

“Your senseless screaming has no affect on me.” Byakuya states simply. “I don’t care to listen to someone too clouded by her pitiful emotions to think straight.”

(Y/N) doesn’t even stop for breaths anymore. “YOU MUTILATED MY BOYFRIENDS BODY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH OF A HORRIBLE PERSON YOU ARE?! THAT WAS A PERSON! A REAL PERSON WHO I LOVED! WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR YOU TO REALIZE THIS IS NOT A FUCKING GAME?!”

“It is a game.” Byakuya shoots back, irritated now. “Your senseless screaming gets us nowhere. If you can’t keep your emotions together, then you will be the next to go. If you crack under the pressure, that is not my problem. I intend to win.” “YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING SCUMBAG!” (Y/N) screams, and it’s clear she’s ready to hop over the podium and choke the very life out of Byakuya’s eyes. To just.. rip away all signs and life of humanity, to do everything he fucking deserved to have done to him.

What kind of human could be so corrupted to play with a corpse like a fucking barbie doll? What kind of person could be broken, so fucking demented to enjoy watching people, living breathing people who they knew personally who had families and friends and lovers.. What kind of asshole would enjoy watching them die, enjoy the flurry of emotions and pain that comes with it, enjoy the loss, the despair, the grief, the emotional fucking storm that rips your heart in two until it can’t fucking beat anymore?

“(Y/N), you must calm yourself.” Sakura sets a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“HE TOOK AWAY MY ONLY FRIEND!” (Y/N) screams, snapping away at the touch. “I DON’T CARE WHO THE KILLER IS, HE’S THE REAL MONSTER!” She steps back, like she’s about to hop the podium, but Asahina grabs her from behind, hooking her arms under (Y/N)’s to hold her tight.

“(Y/N), you’ve gotta calm down! We’re not gonna ever find the blackened like this!” Asahina shouts, struggling against (Y/N)’s rapid fighting as she begins to break down all over again.

“I DON'T CARE!” She screams, trying anything to fight against Asahina. “I-I’d rather be dead than al-alone..!” She begins sobbing, before finally losing all the fight in her, slumping over in Asahina’s grip. “I-I want Chihiro back…!” She sobs, the tears flooding her vision and pouring out, gasping for air as if Chihiro’s death itself took away her ability to breathe, her executive ability to function.

(Y/N) finally stops screaming and fighting. Nothing stops her sobbing though, her relentless crying as she falls to the floor like a pile of rags when Asahina finally lets her go as the trial continues. Even through Byakuya’s mockery, nothing can get her back up off the floor.

Chihiro was gone.

It’s so hard. To cope with a loss in such a short time. In a place like this- this fucking nightmare- there was no time to mourn. It was loss after loss with no breaks in between. An academy of nothing but death and despair and pain, where when you lost someone it was game fucking over and you’d never get them back.

(Y/N) didn’t even know if she voted. She didn’t even know if she really saw the execution, or if she saw the blackened, or if she heard what snippy bullshit Monokuma had to say. She only really knew that Chihiro was gone, and that was all that mattered.

She didn’t remember how she got back to her dorm. Her legs certainly wouldn’t hold her up well enough to carry her all the way there. All she remembered was crying, crying like she’d never felt pain before, clinging to pillows that still just barely clung to the scent of Chihiro, like vanilla and coffee, pillows still left with the imprint of when Chihiro would sleep in (Y/N)’s bed.

#chihiro fujisaki #angst #chihiro fujisaki x reader #chihiro fujasaki #danganronpa #danganronpa thh #drthh #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa chapter 2 #x reader #mod akane #this hurt to write and i enjoyed every second #anon

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One step forward, two steps back (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! OPEN HEART IS BACK! CAN YOU HEAR ME CRYING. That chapter killed me and filled me with so much ideas and will to write that... damn, PB, well done. It's the first diamond scene with a bit (a lot) of changes and it's from Ethan's perspective cause that's what I do I guess.

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He could list about five reasons for which he went to Donahue’s that night. All of which were irrelevant, and he knew it damn well. He just came back, he should be sleeping, he should be home with his dog. He should be staying away from Edenbrook.

He should be staying away from her.

Lying would get him nowhere. If he didn’t believe himself, why should anyone else? People that didn’t know him thought it was very noble of him to sacrifice two months of his life to help people in the Amazon, and he would only nod slightly to avoid talking, because he knew that the second he opened his mouth, truth would fly out. Deep down, in the middle of the night when he was alone with himself and his thoughts, he knew that the only reason he went away, the only reason he decided to help all those people, as bad as it sounded, was to put as much distance between Claire and himself as he could. It wasn’t noble. It wasn’t admirable. It was cowardice that led him to his decision, and he felt ashamed.

Reggie looked surprised only for a split second upon seeing him walking through the door, but that was substituted with a wide grin as he greeted his old friend. Ethan couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something unusually smug in the way his friend was smiling at him. Like he knew something Ethan didn’t and he was impossibly proud of that.

“You have that weird glint in your eye and I’m pretty sure you’re up to something.” He searched Reggie’s face for any crack that would reveal what was happening, but he gave away nothing.

“You’ve been away from civilization for too long and you’re seeing things, Ramsey.” He cackled, slapping his hand against Ethan’s shoulder blade, then went back behind the bar. “The weather is nice, you should sit outside.”

He followed the advice, sinking back into his own mind. He did that quite often lately, an escape from the horrific images that would haunt him for years to come. The only problem was, the second he closed his eyes to take a deep breath and ground himself with something, she was there. He ran away to forget about the feelings that swelled in his chest, that threatened to overflow and drown him, and yet every time he paid attention to his thoughts, she came right back to him. He got better at ignoring her over the weeks, and now, he only thought of her a couple of times during the day, save it for the countless nights with her as the main character in his dreams.

He wondered, from time to time, if he would ever get over her. If he would ever leave behind the pull that he felt every time he so much as thought of her. If he would ever forget the feeling of her lips against his. Forget the feeling of her body pressed against him, wrapped around him, moving against him. Her laugh rang in his ears, her voice followed him wherever he went, and he was ready for the torture to be over and not able to get enough of her at the same time.

It was late in the night, and the bar wasn’t as packed as he expected. People talked, music flew from the speakers and the air was significantly colder than he remembered it to be before he left Boston. The moment he took a step outside into the beer garden, he knew why Reggie was so smug. The reason was right there.

He heard her. He saw her.

Hushed voices flew in the air and suddenly five pairs of eyes were locked on him, observing him with curiosity in most cases. Only one pair of eyes was different. The green filled with surprise, confusion and underlying pain that he knew damn well he caused and that stung him more than he expected.

He knew this would happen eventually. Sooner or later, he would come face to face with her and would have to see how much his plan worked. In an ideal world, he would be cured of her and would be able to work with her like two colleagues that they were. But this wasn’t a perfect world, and they were only people.

And he still gave a damn about her.

The only way to the other side of the bar was to pass by their table, and he knew he had to at least greet her, even if only to keep appearances up. Nothing was amiss, nothing was wrong, just a bunch of Doctors that had a free evening and ran into each other.

Which was very obviously a lie and everyone, including Ethan, knew that. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

Their eyes meet for the first time in two months and he knows, right in that moment, that he’s still a goner. He’s still so tangled with her, so lost in her that the chances of saving him were slim and getting smaller every moment that passed. He could feel his throat closing, breathing got hard and the back of his eyes stung when he realized that he might as well fall apart right there, in front of everybody. He had to get this over with and get away from people. Try to get away from her.

Again.

Clearing his throat to at least try to regain some control over his voice, he hesitated before speaking. “… Rookie.”

Her eyes flash with familiarity and her lips curl into the smile that knows so well. His heartbeat accelerated like it always did, and, like always, it drove him mad. “It’s good to have you back, Dr. Ramsey.”

She probably didn’t mean to poke him with his title, to remind him what their situation was. She definitely wasn’t aware of why he went away, and why he dreaded coming back almost as much as he anticipated seeing her again, despite how much he tried to deny it. Her face didn’t give anything away, but he knew her well enough to notice a shadow pass her eyes, revealing that she caught onto something in him that didn’t add up.

“Yeah… good to be back.” He muttered, his gaze still locked with hers, even though he knew he should severe the eye contact before it gets suspicious. Hesitation takes over his mind as he argues with himself. Finally, he shakes his head slightly, blinks twice and breathes deeply. “Doctors. Enjoy your night.”

Leaving the group behind, leaving Claire behind, he walked back to Reggie, his expression fixed into a careful scowl. He saw him and as soon as he connected the dots, he started laughing. Ethan fell into the seat by the bar, his fingers drumming against the flat surface restlessly.

“She really got you, that Claire of yours.” Reggie mused, stating the fact rather than asking, and one look at his friend confirmed it.

“She’s not my Claire… she’s not mine.” he clarified, and it nearly broke him. His friend nodded, then grinned at him again.

“Oh, I know. But wouldn’t you like her to be.”

“I-“ he trailed off, nursing the drink that Reggie placed in front of him, opting for talking with him instead. There was too much to unpack, too much to explain when it came to Claire, so the prospect of a simple, not complicated conversation seemed like heaven to him.

Further down the bar, he saw Dr. Thorne. He saw enough to know that the man was a scumbag that didn’t deserve to be touched with a stick, but he was a good doctor, and while he didn’t agree with him outside of the hospital, in the work environment, he had to endure his presence. It seemed as though he found himself a new victim that night, because the girl he was talking to looked uncomfortable and, if he had to guess, was getting angry with every word that Garrett spoke and that Ethan couldn’t hear. His hand touched her back and suddenly she grabbed it and slammed it onto the bar, the crack resounding in the air. A scream followed and the plastic surgeon shoved her onto the ground, the sound of the glass breaking reaching his ears. Ethan shot up to go help the girl, when a blonde woman stepped between them, holding her hands up to shield herself from any incoming punches.

“Hey! Easy!” she spoke up, loud and clear, her voice steady. Claire looked at Dr. Thorne like she was about to murder that man on the spot, and Ethan didn’t like how his mind reacted when he realized how close to getting punched she got. He started walking towards the commotion, more and more words reaching his ears.

“… charges! Do you know how much I’m going to sue that bitch for?” he exclaimed, waving his good hand around.

“Garrett. That’s enough.” He heard his own voice, seething with anger, dangerously low. Claire’s eyes shot straight to him, surprise flashing in them, followed by a tender sliver that warmed the green of her irises. He turned away from her and scowled at their colleague, his hands curling into fists. “You still got one good hand, don’t you? Put it to good use and call yourself a cab.”

“I don’t give a shit what you think, Ramsey. You think you can tell me what to do? You get lost, come back and think you call the shots around here?” Garrett sneered, spiting the words in Ethan’s face. He had to stop his hand that itched to punch some sense into his thick skull. In his peripheral vision he could see Claire grabbing grain alcohol and a clean rag, then running out the door to chase the girl.

“If you think you can be an asshole cause you have lines of people that give their faces into your hands, think again. I don’t care what goes on in that stuck-up head of yours, you acting like a scumbag doesn’t do right by me.” Ethan kept his voice low, fully aware of all the other doctors that they both worked with, now having their attention focused on the two of them. “Get your things and call yourself a cab before I decide I no longer care and take care of you myself.”

“I’m so scared of you I’m about to cry. As I said, I don’t give a shit what you say. You can boss around that bitch of yours but I’m not your lapdog, Ramsey.” Garrett sneered, a cruel smirk crossing his features. Ethan felt his blood boil as he heard him disrespect Claire and it took all his self-control not to beat him till he was black and blue. He did the next right thing, grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket and dragging him outside. He waved down a cab, his grip on the man vicelike.

“You’re so disgusting, I’m not even going to dignify you with a response. You treat women like trash, you’ll be lucky if no one presses charges.” He opened the door of the car, threw him in and sent him off with a look of disgust. “Get your shit together.”

He slammed the door, putting a barrier between him and Garrett, and finally taking a breath. He never liked the man, and now all he felt when he looked at him was utter disgust. He walked back in and saw Claire already inside, explaining the situation to her friends. His gaze lingered on her for only a moment before he walked to the bar and took a seat. He could very dimly hear Reggie calling out to his customers that he was about to close and that they needed to leave.

“What? Last call doesn’t apply to you?” he heard her voice, calling out to him from the other side of the bar. He let the silence ring between them for a split second before answering, keeping his eyes on the glass in his hand.

“Reggie and I go way back. We have an arrangement.”

“An arrangement? Is that what you call a friendship?” her voice was filled with warmth and he didn’t have to look at her to know that she was smiling. He allowed himself to smile too.

“I don’t have friends. But…” he didn’t think his next words through. “… I wouldn’t mind you joining me if you were so inclined.”

He definitely didn’t think this through.

He let his guard down and he was sure that there would be hell to pay. What was he even thinking? He should be staying away from her, not drawing her in.

She told her friends she would stay behind and talk to him about tomorrow. And he was sure she meant that, just not in a way that was safe for both of them. It sounded simple, and yet it had danger written all over it, because there was no way of knowing how much his self-control could take before he breaks again. He felt her more than he saw her, sitting down in a seat next to him by the bar.

“Rook- er, Claire. Sorry. Force of habit.” He bit his tongue, the nickname lighting a familiar warmth in his chest before he realized that she’s not a Rookie anymore. She’s a resident now. His colleague. And he is her boss.

They were so screwed.

She ran her eyes along the lines of his body, taking in his new clothes, nodding her head towards the jacket. “We’ve got ourselves a brand new Ethan Ramsey.”

“This jacket’s been through a lot with me.” he mused, running his thumb along the seam of his sleeve.

“I have to say, that jacket is nice. It’s good to see a more laid-back side of you. You seem more… relaxed. You can mix it up with that sweater of yours. I liked it, it was soft to touch…” she trailed off, biting her lip as she looked down, the meaning obvious and clear. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“Duly noted. And the beard?” he probed her for answers, subconsciously trying to find out what she preferred. He realized what he was doing only after he asked the second question, and he could hope that she didn’t catch onto that, but her smirk was enough to tell him that she knew. And she enjoyed it.

“It’s a bit too long, but I like it.” she mused, her fingers flying to his jaw and tracing the line of it with the tips of her fingers. Her nails scraped against his skin slightly and the shiver that ran all over his body almost ended him, right then and there.

“I’ve gotten used to it. I can trim it, I suppose.” He wondered out loud and she grinned, her cheeks rising. They watched as the last of people left the bar, leaving only them and Reggie. Ethan looked around them, and then turned to her with an idea.

“Why don’t we move outside? It’ll be winter before we know it. Might as well enjoy the weather while we can. Want something to drink?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She nodded towards his glass and he grinned, the situation bringing back the memories.

He reached over the bar, grabbing the half-drunk bottle of scotch. Ethan called out to Reggie to let him know that they’re borrowing it. He knew his friend long enough to know that he wouldn’t mind.

Claire walked alongside him, both of them silent, taking in the peace and tranquility of the beer garden. He sat down by the fire pit, ensuring they were both warm, looking at the flames, climbing up in the air. She took a place next to him, their bodies pressed against one another slightly, just enough for them to feel each other’s heat. His breath caught in his throat, his pupils dilating as he felt the soft scent of her perfume.

“I can see why you like it here.” She muttered, watching the lights flicker above them. He grinned, knowing that his prediction was right and that she liked it too.

“Because nobody’s annoying me?”

“More or less. It’s peaceful.”

Silence covered them like a thick blanket, and maybe in the past he would find some comfort in it, but now, it felt suffocating. There once was a time when he was so comfortable with her that nothing else had ever felt this easy. Those times were behind them, but damn him, how he wanted to go back in time.

“So. This Dr. Thorne guy. Should I be worried about him?” she asked, leaning onto the table to while looking at him. He knew why she asked. After the trial she went through last year, he expected her to be cautious. She learned her lesson the hard way, but then again, so did he. They were the same, in that and many more ways. That’s why he restrained himself from punching Thorne. Nash was a problem enough, and Garrett was the same type of an asshole. No matter how much he wanted to beat him up for what he said and did, he knew that he shouldn’t.

“He has some influence. Just stay out of his way for a couple of weeks and he’ll entirely forget who you are.” He advised, mirroring the way she rested her head on her palm, making their eyes meet.

“But not who you are. Should you be worried?” she sounded almost like she was worried about him, and almost immediately he knew that she most likely thought it was her fault he had to get involved.

“I’ve worked too hard to get where I am to give a damn what someone like him thinks.” He scoffed, his blood boiling as he recalled what happened just thirty minutes ago. Knowing she had no way of knowing what went down, he moved on. “Don’t think twice about that asshole. What you did back there, helping that girl? You did the right thing. That’s all that matters.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Hrm. Well, it should be.” He stated, then felt a wave of pensiveness washed over him, making his entire body ache. “You’re too young to be a cynic like me.”

“I’m not being cynical. I just learned my lesson. You saw what happened last year. I almost lost my license for breaking the rules to help Mrs. Martinez.” Pain twisted her features, she curled her fingers inwards, digging her nails into her palms. He saw her do it multiple times in the past, but never saw it from up close, and now that he had her hands only inches from his own eyes, he could see crescent marks in a line across her palms. His hands itched to reach out to her, to run his fingers along her skin, to kiss her scars away, knowing painfully well that he couldn’t.

“The lesson there is that if you put patients first, you’ll always be vindicated in the end. That’s the lesson. What you did just now was brave. You’ve always been brave in the face of the disaster and death, of course…” he trailed off, thinking back to how much death and pain she had to see and how much of a toll it took on her. “But it’s different when you’re facing down a superior. To stand up to them for what’s right.”

She smiled brightly, nudging him with her hand slightly. “It’s not as brave as venturing into the depths of the Amazon to fight an epidemic, that’s for sure.”

That felt like a knife, pushed into his chest up to the hilt, and when she smiled at him again, the knife got twisted. He knew damn well why he left, and it had nothing to do with bravery. She probably admired him for it, and he was about to shatter that image of himself in her eyes. Looking back down at his drink, he managed to choke out. “… That wasn’t bravery.”

Surrounded by the air that was getting colder by the minute and the country tune that flowed slowly from the jukebox, he could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she tried to decipher what he meant by that.

“Ethan…” she breathed shakily, sitting up straighter, trying to seem like she had it all together. She didn’t, he could see right through her. He recognized all the symptoms of falling apart, and he knew them so well because he’s been through it all. Actually, that was a lie.

For the past two months, his life has been nothing but a series of symptoms of longing and pain.

“Why didn’t you keep in touch?” she only needed to ask one question, and he was no longer able to survive what was about to happen. She was hurt, she felt abandoned, and she wanted answers. Hoping she wouldn’t ask was stupid of him, he should have thought this through, should have thought about what to tell her, but maybe it was for the best. She deserved the truth, and truth was what she was going to get.

“No word from you at all for two months? After everything that happened between us?” her voice got smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a whisper. She was at her most vulnerable, scared to be hurt, even though she knew what was coming. They both did.

“Everything that happened between us is exactly why I didn’t contact you.” he admitted, trying to keep himself as steady as he could, but failed. His façade crumbled into a million pieces and it was futile to try and pick them up. “Claire, if we’re going to work together on the diagnostics team, we need a fresh start. Your professional development is too important to jeopardize it whatever…” his voice caught in his throat, his jaw impossibly tense. “… whatever it was that we had.”

“’Had’, past tense.”

“Yes. And the past is where it has to remain.” Ethan’s resolve was a sliver away from breaking and he was grasping at the strings, trying desperately to not let himself fall. To not pull her along with him. telling her that they couldn’t be together hurt him beyond belief, more than he ever thought could be possible. They were looking at each other, seeing right into each other’s souls, the moment stretching into eternity.

It seemed to him like it was a split-second decision when she dove forward and pressed her lips to his. Softly, gently, perfectly.

He felt the air being pushed out of his lungs, his body burning with flames so hot he felt like dying. And maybe he was. His muscles tensed, his whole form stiffed, and yet he tingled from his feet to the top of his head. Feeling him not reacting, she began leaning away, when he woke up, broke free from the confinements and reached for her like a drowning man.

His hands caught her waist gently, barely touching her as though he was afraid she would break if he squeezed too tightly. Afraid to come closer, but afraid to let her go. Scared to push her away, wanting to pull her in. His lips moved against hers slowly, his eyes falling shut once more. He couldn’t count how many times he dreamed of kissing her, of having her in his arms, and now that he did, he was torn.

She’s the one to lean away, looking into his eyes for any indication of what he wanted. He poured all the want, longing and pain into his gaze, seeing it reflected back at him in her green irises. “Dammit, Claire…”

He’s said that to her before, in a situation much like this one. He pulled her back to him then, kissed her like he wanted nothing more in the world than her. He still did. But their situation was more complicated now.

“If you don’t want to kiss me again, then just tell me-“ he never wanted anything more. He probably never will.

“It has nothing to do with ‘want’. I can’t. And if I give a damn about you, I won’t. How am I supposed to push you to be everything you can be if I…”

There it was. Again. He didn’t know what he meant by that back in Miami, but he was a different man now. She was a different woman. They were a different couple. Now he knew, even if only deeply inside.

If I care for you.

“If you what?” she asks, much like she did back on that night, and he still couldn’t bring himself to give her the answer. That much hasn’t changed. He knew that the moment he tells her she’s in his head and in his heart, she would never leave, and they couldn’t allow themselves that much freedom. Freedom to live, freedom to feel, freedom to love.

He looked at her as though he could pass his thoughts to her through their eyes. How easy that would be, if he could just let her into his minds and let her see all that she was to him. His teeth gnaw at the corner of his lip, fighting with himself, struggling to look away from her until he succeeds. Hanging his head low, he burns his stare into his drink, praying that she understands.

“Okay, I get it. Goodnight, Dr. Ramsey.” She whispered, then turned to go. He watched her, gritting his teeth, pushing himself down into his seat, anchoring himself so he doesn’t jump and run after her. Once she disappears behind the door, he takes a swig of his drink, shaking his head somberly.

“You really are an idiot.” Reggie’s voice rang behind his back, his hand falling heavily onto his shoulder.

“I know.”

“You really should go after her.”

He didn’t say anything. He wanted to, god, he wanted to. “After all that I told her, she would push me away. And I wouldn’t blame her.”

“She won’t push you away. You didn’t see her face when she walked out of the bar. Follow her.”

Ethan’s eyes locked with Reggie’s and he knew he was right. It was cold, knowing her she walked home and it was late. Against his better judgement, against what he decided and what he knew was right, he shot to his feet, threw a ‘goodbye’ to Reggie and ran, faster than ever before in his life.

He busted out of the bar onto the street, looking around to try and find her. Not that surprised that she was nowhere to be seen, he set off in the direction of her apartment, and eventually, he saw her, walking slowly. He called out for her and she stopped dead in her tracks, turning towards him slowly.

“Ethan? Is everything okay? You’re out of breath… you’re not being chased by a murderer, are you?” she ran her eyes over him, taking in his condition, the way his hair was swept to the back, the way his jacket was crooked and his chest moved up and down rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.

“I’m… okay… I just...” he panted, taking a deep breath before looking at her again. “… I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

Her eyebrow shot up in surprise, then melted gently into a sweet smile. “I’m fine… you can walk with me if you want to make sure I’m okay, though.”

He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he should just turn around and walk away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He almost reached out and took her hand, but instead opted for a smile that he could only hope came out as friendly. Her laugh rang in his ears.

“You’re still terrible at pretending.”

They walked and he asked questions. About the life at the hospital when he was gone. About Naveen’s recovery, which she supervised along with Harper while he was away. About his patients, some of which she had under her care.

“Mr. Dursi laughed when he saw me walk into his room. He just woke up and he was convinced that I was you. Kept muttering how he could swear that you were a man, but he didn’t really mind. It took me solid twenty minutes and a photo of you to convince him.” Claire recalled, laughing until she cried, drying her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“You must have had a hard time finding a photo of me.”

“Not really. I mean, I have a couple on my phone-“ she shrugged, then cut off in the middle of the sentence, knowing fully well that she had no way of going back on her words. “I- uh…”

“It’s okay, I have some photos of you too.” Ethan’s confession hung between them, settling into her mind. He would never admit that when his loneliness in the Amazon got too much for him and he was breaking, he looked at her. Despite what he tried to tell himself, despite how much he tried to extinguish his feelings for her, it seemed as though it was impossible.

A chilly breeze blew around them, biting into his flesh. He looked over to her, just in time to see her shiver. On instinct, he took his jacket off and stopped her, turning her towards him.

“Give me your hands.” He nudged her arms, pointing to his jacket. She shook her head, beginning to protest. “I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Claire. You’re cold, I’ll be damned if I let you be cold.”

She held his stare, trying to determine if he was bluffing, but she knew he was serious. His look of certainty and resolve told her that if she didn’t allow him to help her put his jacket on, he would wrap her in it. With a heavy sigh, she put her arms through the sleeves and snuggled into the material, still warm from the heat of his body. Still smelling like him.

Ethan tried to make it seem like the sight of his clothes on her didn’t make him come undone, but the truth was, if he could, he would forbid her from wearing anything but his clothes. It felt good, it felt right, and the thought of them maybe never having the comfort of being that close to each other again hurt his mind, body and soul.

Her apartment building came into the view much sooner than he would have liked. They could be just Claire and Ethan while their walk lasted, but the moment they say goodbye and he lets her go, they go back to square one. The only difference is, he already knows how it feels to have her, and it’s going to be a million times more difficult to pretend like he doesn’t. Their walk slowed to a stop and she turned to him, somber look on her face.

“That’s it I guess.” She muttered, looking up at the window of her apartment. Her friends must have been back already, they all had an early morning the following day. His eyes traced the lines of her face gently and he took a step towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder gently.

“It seems like it.”

Claire turned her body towards him and right into his unexpecting arms. Her grip on him began as a soothing breeze and gained intensity as seconds ticked by. He gathered her into his embrace, holding her closer than he had in months, and he felt his body relax. She was like a drug to him, and he was addicted. Her scent that he missed, that he familiarized with a sense of safety and home, her voice that could stop the biggest tempest in his mind. Her touch that lit up a fire in his veins, made him fell invincible. Just like he felt right now.

He took a step forward, she took a step back. And another. And another, until they reached the side of the building, hidden away from the street in an alleyway, lit only by a dim light. Her head rose slightly to look at him, their eyes met and not even a fracture of a second later, their lips were back on each other.

Claire took a deep breath upon the feel of the kiss, her knees suddenly too weak to hold her up. She gripped his shoulders, her nails scraping the skin at the base of his neck, making him tremble. The kiss was different from the one they shared earlier that evening. That one was cautious, almost empty, lacking the fire that he longed to feel again, that he wanted to get burned by.

This one was everything. It had the drive, it had the power, it had the intensity of a thousand lightnings, striking him at the same time. The hunger he felt could only be satiated by her, by her kisses, by her lingering touches, by the way she held him close. His hands slipped under the jacket that hung loosely from her shoulders, his fingers curling around her waist and pulling her impossibly closer.

She trailed her hand up his neck, tangling into his neck and pulling on the strands, eliciting a low growl in the back of his throat. His body pushed on hers, pressing her against the wall, letting his lips leave hers so he could assault the skin of her neck. She breathed heavily, pushing her other hand downwards and grasping the thin material of his shirt, her grasp so tight she could tear the fabric apart.

Ethan nipped at her collarbone, causing her to arch her back against him with a moan. “Go inside.” He breathed against her skin, his shoulders moving heavily beneath her persistent touch. Coming back to her lips, he kissed her again, harder, faster, the intensity kicking the air out of his lungs.

“What?” she panted, pulling him right back to her, her hands snaking down his back and digging into the back pockets of his jeans, pushing him onto her. He groaned helplessly, grabbing her face with his hands and pulling their faces as close as humanly possible.

“Go inside.” He bit her lower lip, pulling on it and then soothing it with his tongue, growling impatiently. She squeezed his backside with her hands, causing his breath to falter and his grip to loosen for a moment before he adjusted his hold on her.

“Why?” He dug his fingers into her back, a cry falling from her lips, both of them definitely louder than they should be. Leaning back to make their eyes meet, he let her see the desire, the lust that threatened to consume him at any moment.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to rip your clothes off your body and take you, right here and right now.” he looked at her seriously, taking a moment to catch his breath. His body dove forward before stopping, barely inches away from her, his eyes dropping to her lips, watching them eagerly. “And god, don’t I want to.”

“I want that too.” Claire confessed, retreating her hands back up his body and placing them along the sides of his face, mirroring his hold on her. The heat was gone, only tenderness and softness left. They caressed each other, eyes glossy and filled to the brim with emotions.

“I know. But we can’t. So, get inside.” It hurt him even more than the first time when he had to say that to her, and he could see her breaking a bit more with every breath she took. Unable to stop himself, he kissed her delicately, holding onto the moment for as long as he could before, at last, letting her go and taking a step back. She kept his gaze for just one moment more, then nodded and went back out onto the street, leaving Ethan alone in the darkness.

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Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: none. Pure fluff. Be prepare to melt. Also, I'm not a native speaker, please forgive any mistake.

Summary: Just what we were waiting for after the Book 2 finale. I mean, still not defining? Oh, Ethan..

Word count: 1,463

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A CASE OF YOU (ETHAN RAMSEY X F!MC)

Song: A case of you by her majesty Joni Mitchell

Just before our love got lost you said

"I am as constant as a northern star"

And I said

"Constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar"

Ever since they laid eyes on each other, it was immediately clear that in the wretched mess that was Edenbrook hospital and life as a doctor, they would be each other's northern star.

A fixed point in the galaxy.

During certain difficult times, they were even brought to think they were meant to be star-crossed lovers, reminiscing images of canisters, protective suits and plexiglass windows.

Such a romantic view for a life they chose to live, knowing that difficulties and loss were meant to be daily bread.

"...how much I care about you".

The words resonated in her head from time to time, after the accident.

She actually spent the following three days tossing and turning in bed, at night and in the early morning, long before her alarm was going to go off.

She couldn't stop thinking about the patina that the plastic shield screened his tantalizing blue eyes with, which made the confession so difficult to figure out.

Was he caring about her like a friend? A colleague? Something more?

Even after all the moments they shared together, he never got to say what his feelings towards her really were. And so didn't she.

But the affection that exuded from his words was something that could have lighten up the whole room.

Then, just as it is, months passed between a charity gala and difficult cases.

Hands touched, lips met publicly and elegant dresses fell to the ground without second thoughts.

Then, it happened.

She couldn't stand it any longer.

Ethan kissed her in front of the whole hospital more than once, and still he couldn't define what kind of relationship he wanted to have with her.

Soon, she came to realize that it was not about the hospital staff or about jeopardizing anything, it was just about him.

He was absolutely and totally frightened.

To deal with all the demons he tried to drown under a thick layer of resentment and cold indifference over the years.

To push her away, again.

To lose her, once and for all.

Maybe he deserved it, he happened to think.

Well, maybe that's an understatement.

It was actually all that he could think about, completely unaware of the fact that he was hurting her so much more by making love to her and letting her go the morning after, unsure of what his next move will be, leaving her on the ropes.

That night she came into his office from a sixteen hour shift, exhausted.

"To hell with formality", she muttered to herself before entering the room.

"What do you want, Ethan?"

"Good evening to you, Dr. Valentine.

I was wondering if you could check on this test results for a brief... What's the matter?"

He looked up at the doorstep, where she stood arm-crossed with a fallen expression on her face and her thick and curly hair completely disheveled.

"For a brief what, Ethan? Why did you paged me here, at the end of an endless shift? Just to let me praise you and your excellent job? Well, bravo. You already know I have nothing to tell you about it. Now, if you'll excuse me."

She turned to face the door again, letting her words sink in the older doctor behind her.

He, for his part, tried to ignore the sting of pain her words caused in him.

"Rebecca, wait. Please. I just wanted to check on you, to know that you're well. You have to admit you've been quite elusive in these past few weeks. It's not like you."

He saw her stiffen at once and her fists close, making her knuckles become white in the stressful grip.

"It's not like me..." she barely whispered, filling the words with suppressed rage.

"YOU THINK IT'S NOT LIKE ME? WHAT ELSE SHOULD I DO, THEN? ETHAN, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YOU'RE THE MOST BRILLIANT DOCTOR OF YOUR GENERATION!"

The sudden explosion made him gape to say the least.

She continued to stood there, her curly locks all over her face but not enough to cover her eyes, sparkling with still unspilled tears.

"What are you talking about? Rebs, you know that I'm here. Always. Whatever you need, just talk to me and I'll listen."

His brows forrowed in concern under the squared frame of his glasses; seeing her standing there, on the verge of a breakdown, made his heart clench.

"Oh, of course. You're here. Always." she said, imitating him on the last part.

"Don't you really know what's wrong with me, Ethan?" she continued, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's always like standing in the darkness with you. You can never know what to expect or where to turn. Maybe because you're the one who doesn't know where to turn or what to do with your life.

Just take a dammit road and follow it, for God's sake!" her tone began to rise again, and seeing such a sparkle of wild fire in her eyes made Ethan almost sigh with relief, even if he knew he was the only target of that fire.

Suddenly everything fell into place for him.

He played dumb for all this time, trying to ignore the fact that her personality wouldn't admit his going back and forth much longer.

In that very moment, he really was standing at a crossroad.

And, just like she said, he had to take a road and follow it, for her.

"I would... You know, I... I'd understand if you chose to, well... To back off.

I'm not simple. Like, at all." she let out a nervous giggle, caused by the tension of the moment.

"The situation itself isn't simple at all, and we always knew that. I'm just asking you to get your head together. If not for me, do it for yourself. Please."

Her kindness. Her incredible and absolutely selfless kindness. That's one of the things that made her the brilliant doctor that she was and that he loved the most.

Yes, because he knew that. He loved her.

Deep to his very core. She put down roots in him since the very first day, where she almost screwed everything up during that torachotomy and blood spilled all over her coat.

If there was a thing she didn't deserve, was being treated that way, much less from him.

Given all that, he still couldn't find the breath to emit any sound.

He just stood there, eyes locked with hers, a painful expression on both faces.

"I see. Well, I think I'm done here. I'll see you tomorrow for the test results.

Oh, and by the way... You can find me at Donahue's, if you need to tell me... Anything else."

She knew he understood everything, and despite of it all she was giving him his last chance to make it right.

She close the door behind her, careful not to slam it and let her emotions take control over her.

She quickly wiped the tears that eventually fell, unable to catch the ones already fallen on her coat.

Before she could even notice, she was running out of the building.

Ethan was still there, wiping both hands on his face and under his glasses, trying to examine his own thoughts and intentions.

"Do you want her, you scumbag? Well, of course you do. Then go get her! What the fuck are you waiting for?"

He thought, almost muttering, to himself. Such a colorful language was only used in his thoughts, most of the time referring to himself with some exceptions here and there, referring to the guys flirting with Rebecca. His Rebecca.

Coming to this conclusion was enough to make him stand on his feet, grab his navy long coat and begin to run out of the hospital, forgetting about changing in the locker room or even close the door of his office.

The air was particularly chilly and pricked Ethan's nose, the sensation enhanced by his fast pace.

The door of Donahue's was just a few feet away and his heartbeat began to increase more and more with each step.

He was a grown man, almost entering his 38th year of life.

More than that, he was a doctor, dealing with life and death matters every single day of his existence.

And yet, the very awareness of her presence inside that bar, ready to throw her arms around his neck and be taken home to his apartment, if only he had the guts of pouring his heart out to her, made his heart ponder wildly in his chest.

Pressing lightly on the handle, he stepped in.

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I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face - I

A three-part series in which Bakugou must admit to himself that you don’t mean nothing. Hero!Bakugou x Sidekick! Reader. Part II, Part III

Song 1 and 2.

Reader’s quirk: Perfect accuracy, anything the user throws or hits with another object will strike the target in the intended spot. Hero name: Bullseye.

This takes place 7-9 years in the future, giving a chance for Katsuki to cool his head.

One: “Damn! I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

You are a nobody. An inexperienced young hero with a bit too much enthusiasm and gumption. He didn’t take you on because you’re the best, no, he did it as a favor to Kirishima—Red Riot didn’t have space for you at his agency, but he’s the hero you did your internship and work-study with. Here at the Ground Zero Agency, he’s always in need of fresh meat. He hasn’t had a single sidekick last more than two years. His turnover rate was astronomical—but he accepts nothing but the best. He demands excellence.

So why the hell are you making a nuisance of yourself on the second day?

“Good morning!” You salute him upon entry, a dopey smile shining through. You hold out a mug. “I went ahead and made your coffee for you! Black, two sugars.”

He has no idea how you know his coffee order but the chipper tone in your voice does nothing but grate on his nerves. “Isn’t a bit early for you to be kissing my ass? Cut that shit out.” Bakugou barely looks at you as he passes by, taking the coffee from your hands. “Make yourself useful and go on patrol unless you’d rather make fucking coffee for your entire squad?”

Your cheer doesn’t falter. “I already did, sir! But I’ll set out right away!”

Bakugou resists the urge to snap at you again but lets you traipse off down the corridor. He hated newbies—so wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, practically puppy-like in their attitudes. Unlike his peers, this energy did nothing to invigorate his spirit. No, it only gave him migraines: these kids are so eager to please that they make mistakes.

He’s sure if he gives it an hour that you’ll be radioing in for assistance. The new ones always do, and it would give him the chance to chew you out.

So, he waits.

And waits.

When three hours roll by, with no call for help and only status updates to go by, Bakugou seriously wonders if you’re actually doing your job. No other new sidekick has managed to so unobtrusive in their first week. Only one way to find out. He leaves his office (yelling at his other sidekicks as assistants to stop slacking off while he’s at it). Checking your last known location and heading straight for it (he pauses occasionally for an autograph or picture).

He makes the last turn and there you are, helping an old man across the street with a patient air. Well, it could be worse.

The peaceful atmosphere is broken when a storefront’s window shatters. Bits of glass goes everywhere as two men hop out of the window, each holding a bag that’s bulging with stolen merchandise and funds.

He just had to jinx it didn’t he?

You’re already on it. “Hold it! Drop what you’re holding and come quietly.” You bellow and give chase; he sees you touch your mic. His ear set crackles to life as you relay the situation. “Two villains in the square. Both men, with heteromorphic quirks. One is a fox and the other is kinda like a rock.”

“Acknowledged.” His rumbles.

You pull out a small double-knocked crossbow, with rubber-tipped arrows. Extending your arm, you pull the trigger—the bolts fly forward hitting each thief in the back of one of their knees. The pair stumble and you roll a small bowling ball that explodes into a sticky tar on when it bumps into them. It sticks to the Fox Man, his fur becoming matted as the rock guy pulls free.

He takes off into a side alley and you go after him hot on his heels. Just as the second villain thinks he’s home-free, Ground Zero thuds in front him and takes him by the throat. “Surrender or I’ll blast you three blocks away. Got it scumbag?” Rock man comes quietly after that.

“Hey, boss! Nice bag! You didn’t even have to do anything. Must be nice to be famous, huh?” You grin and wave, restraining the first criminal with ease as he bags his own catch. You place the pair side by side and wait for the local police department to show.

“The rock-bastard would have gotten away without me here to stop him, newbie.” The hero seethes but is almost satisfied.

He had been right about you. You wouldn’t last a year.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, sir!” You hold up a small metal box with a screen. “My arrow got a tracker on him no problem. He wouldn’t have gotten very far!” You salute him again.

“Can’t you do a damn thing without your support items?”

You falter a bit, and he can see it for a moment in your face. A weakness. “My items help make me a better hero! Just like your grenade gauntlets and utility belt.”

He locks gazes with you. He doesn’t spare you from his scowl, and he decides to expose you. “Yeah, but I don’t need fancy gadgets to do my job. I’d be the same hero outside the suit. Can you say the same, kid?”

“Red-Riot was right.”

“What was that?” The mention of Kirishima throws him off.

“He said you’d be… difficult to impress. D’you know that you have infamy among new heroes?” You don’t look away from his face. That smile is gone—replaced by a neutral expression. “The ‘First Step’ they call you. We know that employment with you isn’t gonna be for long, so it gives us time to acclimate to the Hero life. You give us a few months of hard work experience and then fire us, and we get to move on to where we really want to be.

“Have you checked where your ex-sidekicks ended up?”

He hasn’t.

The hero can feel a migraine coming on and that only serves to piss him off more. He’s being exploited, by useless extras who can barely do their jobs? Unthinkable. “You’re getting damn mouthy over there, kid. Fucking watch it.” He grinds out the words, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m only telling you because I respect you, sir. Not trying to get fired on my second day.” You finally face forward, looking away from the hero. “I intend to stay. I don’t need you to be a stepping stone for me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” You glance at him. “I told you because taking advantage of a top hero is shameful and not a bragging right that anyone deserves to have.”

You would last a year. You’re not a nobody and you certainly aren’t inexperienced. Ground Zero and his sidekick, Bullseye, would become famous for having the largest drop in crime in their ward in a single year. You became a pillar of his agency, your presence making the whole show working smoother. The turnover rate also dropped—thanks to you having a positive influence over your boss.

“So, how’s Bullseye doing?” Kirishima asks him over lunch one day. A rare day off for the two Pro Heroes results in a session of catch-up. And as usual, Kirishima does all the talking, or at least most of it.

“Not fucking terrible.”

“Oh, that’s high praise from you! I regret that favor then. I could use a long-range fighter on my team.” The red head laughs good naturedly.

The blond across from rolls his eyes. “All I said is that Bullseye doesn’t suck at work. If that wasn’t the case, then I wouldn’t have kept ‘em around.”

“Yeah yeah, man. I hear you.” Kirishima waves his hand carelessly and his eyes suddenly turn rather serious. “Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Well, fucking spit it out.”

“I… It’s the League. They’re on the move again.”

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Remedy // Gordon Merkel

Part Three

Part one here

Part two here

Part four here

Part five here

Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much to anyone reading this series, it means so much that people are enjoying it :’) and I hope you all enjoy this part just as much!

WARNINGS: 18+ mature language, mentions of blood, alcohol, smoking and female sex work.

Merkel lay awake for the rest of the night, not willing to let himself fall back into a slumber and relive the same nightmare. When it was finally an acceptable hour for him to make his way out if bed, he rose up slowly and walked over to the sink in the corner of the room to splash his face with cold water, sighing at the refreshing feeling.

“Merkel?” He heard a small voice mumble from the bed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He wiped over his face with a towel before making his way back to the bed and perching on the edge.

“You.. you stayed?” Her voice beamed as her eyes seemed to sparkle, he’d never actually stayed the night before, no matter what ungodly hour they’d finished with their business, he’d always leave.

He nodded, brushing her knotted hair off her face and planting a light kiss on her nose, this small show of affection seemed to make her beam even more.

“Let’s go out for breakfast, I know a little place that does the best pancakes-”

Merkel internally cursed as he brought himself to interrupt her.

“No, its,” he cleared his throat, knowing to choose his next words wisely. “It’s not good if we’re seen out together.”

The light in her eyes disappeared suddenly and her lips turned into a pout, Merkel braced himself.

“You’re married, aren’t you? I knew it. I fucking knew you were just like the rest of those scumbags.” She snarled, grabbing his left hand as though to check for a ring.

He cringed slightly, retracting his hand as he felt himself disappear within his mind, old memories flooding back to him about his previous life, about Klara. From his almost catatonic state he noticed her eyes focus on the chain around his neck which had begun to poke out from behind his button down shirt, and most particularly, the ring attached to it.

Shit.

“You, my friend, have some goddamn explaining to do.” Her tone was still the same, and her arms were tightly folded across her chest as she studied him, waiting for an other-worldly lie to leave his mouth.

“What’s your name? Your real name?.” He sighed, he was in too deep to hit her with a bullshit excuse, she deserved better.

“I really don’t see how that’s relevant.” There was a clear air of defiance in her voice, and Merkel could feel his head begin to throb.

“If you want answers, then I want to know who exactly I’m giving them to.”

“Anna.” Her reply was hesitant, she was wary as she had been told countless times the risks of revealing her real name, but she trusted Merkel, she really trusted him.

“Anna.” He mused over her name, a small smile tugging at his lips, which then quickly faded when he realised that she was still deeply, deeply unimpressed with him.

“I gave you my name, I want answers.”

Merkel breathed out deeply, twirling the ring on the chain around his neck as he tried to string together a worthy explanation.

“I was married.” Was all he managed to come up with, which did nothing to soften the frown on Anna’s lips.

“The fact that you still have the ring tells me you either had a very amicable separation, or you’re still bullshitting me. My money’s on the latter.” She was almost snarling at him. This was a man she’d trusted, a man she’d thought was different. She felt as though her naivety was laughable.

“Our separation was.. different.” He swallowed harshly as he felt his throat tighten. It had been five years since he’d spoken about Klara, and the pain was still raw.

“Different?” Anna scoffed, not registering the pain in Merkel’s eyes as he continued to twirl his long fingers around the ring. “That still doesn’t explain why we can’t go out in public together.”

“Anna, please. Just this once, will you take my word for it? I don’t want to talk on the matter anymore.” He lifted his hand to place it on her cheek, but she pulled back, her eyebrows were furrowed as she studied him for a few seconds.

“Get out.” Anna’s voice was barely a whisper, but he knew she meant it, and he was in no mood to argue. He huffed lightly before standing up and picking up his coat, brushing it off and walking over to her door. He made sure to slam it on his way out.

He knew something wasn’t right when he entered his apartment. The suitcase he’d left at the door to unpack had disappeared. He instinctively grabbed the nearest sharp object he could find and slowly made his way over to his bedroom, kicking the door open and flinging himself in to face the intruder.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“Helene?” His voice sounded startled, much to her delight as she set herself down onto his bed with the photo album she had been occupying herself with. The look in his eyes was the one she craved most; the fear alarm that was triggered by her presence was almost intoxicating to her.

“Yes, darling, don’t sound so surprised. You really thought I didn’t know exactly where you lived?” She laughed, removing her blazer and laying it down carefully on the bed before flicking through the album in front of her.

“Ah, such a shame you never invited me to your wedding. The weather was amazing, oh and Klara, how beautiful she looked.” Helene set her eyes on him, hungry for his reaction, he knew this. He forcibly smiled, his hand clutching the small knife so tightly that he felt the skin break and a warm trickle make it’s way down his wrist.

“Why have you come?” Merkel’s words were choked, his lips pursed and his eyes flaming. He grabbed the photo album and threw it across the room, his contempt for the woman sat in front of him was almost palpable.

“Didn’t you read the postcard? I said I’d have your assignment to you in the next few days.” Helene rose to her feet and walked in a slow circle around Merkel, her red Louboutin heels clacking against the hardwood floor as she lay a hand on his shoulder, tutting as she felt him tense immediately.

“Relax, darling.” She drawled, moving her fingers down his arm slowly before opening his clenched fist and removing the knife, a small chuckle leaving her as she inspected it.

“Just tell me what the job is, Helene.” Merkel spat, shrugging her off and taking a few steps back as he visibly shuddered.

She smiled. “Always so eager.”

“You need to intercept and eliminate Alexei Yelenova. The details of his residence are on a postcard underneath your pillow.” She smiled once more, but this smile faded when Merkel burst into a fit of laughter.

“Alexei Yelenova? You mean the KGB general stationed in Berlin?” He wiped a tear from his left eye and laughed once more.

“The very same.” Her tone was grave, and she lunged forward to grab onto his face, her long nails piercing his cheeks as she stared into his eyes.

“I like you, Merkel. I like you because you don’t question me, you wouldn’t want to change that.” She sneered and tightened her grip for a few seconds before pushing him away from her and grabbing onto her blazer.

“I’ll show myself out.”

He dove under his pillow once she left and produced the postcard, on it was a large villa which he immediately recognised. The same place all the high profile shitbags had their debauched parties. He flipped it over and sighed as he scanned over the message Helene had left.

Be here in two days time. Don’t be late and don’t disappoint me. Much love, H.

Several cigarettes and large whiskies later, Merkel began to pack for his short trip away to Alexei Yelenova’s villa.

Anna sat alone at the bar as she fiddled with the straw in her cocktail. She thought the bright colours and paper umbrella might cheer her up, but instead she felt worse. She tapped her fingernails on the glass as she went over her earlier conversation with Merkel for the thousandth time, how dismissive he had been about his marriage and his reluctance to open up to her.

“Anna?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a surprised voice and a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she turned herself around to see Irina stood before her, who pulled her into a tight embrace.

Irina was one of the first friends Anna had made when she had first started her work, and they had been roommates until Irina had moved across Berlin in search of more high profile clients a few months prior.

“Irina? What are you doing back here?” Anna asked as her friend sat on the stool next to her, her eyes glimmering with excitement as she set her bag down.

“I have news.” She almost shrieked as Anna tried her best to shush her, but she was almost trembling with anticipation.

Anna didn’t have time to ask what the news was before Irina blurted it out.

“A man I’ve been working for, he’s having a huge party in two days. He wants me to bring more girls, and you look like you need a good time.” She grinned as she nudged Anna’s arm. Irina had never been one to shy away from a party, she was a free spirit who was, by definition, the life of the party.

“I don’t know, Irina. You know that’s not really my thing.” Anna responded, earning a rather intense eye roll from Irina.

“I’ll be there, and I’ll take care of you. All you have to do is be there and have a good time, he likes to have a lot of people around to take attention away from his meetings with colleagues.” She lowered her voice as she finished the sentence, looking around her shoulder as though to check that nobody was listening.

“Fine, Irina, I’ll come. Who’s the man throwing the party?” Anna asked before taking a large sip of her cocktail.

“Alexei Yelenova.”

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Chapter 224: Blackout

Snow hummed sleepily and turned over, instantly finding David's side of the bed empty. She didn't worry though, for his side was still warm and her heart could sense his own nearby. She felt him come back into their bed chambers before she saw him and smiled, as she clutched the bedsheets around her unclothed body.

"Good morning," he purred, as she looked him up and down. Just sleep pants, a sleeveless gray shirt, and slightly mussed hair. She was sure there couldn't be a sexier man than her husband.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"Well…I was going to make you breakfast, but then I realized that we have staff again and they're insistent that I let them handle the kitchen, so I came back," he said, as he slipped back into bed.

"I figured there are...other things we can do while we wait for breakfast," he said softly, as he pulled her into his arms. She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

"Mmm...I hope you mean things like we did last night," she purred, as she nuzzled his ear and her words created tiny puffs of air in his ear. His eyes glazed at that and she kissed just below his ear, before sucking the lobe of his ear between her lips.

"Snow…" he breathed and she felt him pressing against her.

"Mmm...definitely a repeat of last night and I may have been a bit tipsy, but I remember last night very well," she whispered.

"We played hard...but then we always do…" she purred to him again and he felt hot all over.

"Snow…" he breathed again.

"But you didn't have this many clothes on…" she said, as she pushed his shirt up and over his head and made the same quick work of his sleep pants.

"Mmm...much better," Snow said, as she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. He was always marveling at how beautiful she was and revering her as such, but it was never lost on Snow how gorgeous and handsome he was. She made sure she did plenty of her own marveling.

She slid her hands purposefully down his sculpted torso and to the member between his legs. He was already hard and erect and she put her small hand around his considerable length, watching him writhe beneath her.

"Snow…" he breathed, as he gazed up at her straddling him, completely naked and beautiful, her round, pert breasts in his full, delighted view. She smirked down at him and shifted her body so that she was fully straddling his hips now and he groaned in pleasured agony, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, pushing him inside her body.

"Snow…" he cried and bit her bottom lip, as she stared down at the sight that was him before her.

"I love you so much…" Snow breathed, as she began riding him. He was beside himself, as she made love to him and he watched her roll her hips over his with deep, languid gallops. He cried out, as he felt himself pulse almost painfully inside her and she felt it too.

"Come baby...come for me…" she requested, as she panted for air due to the sexual exertion. She felt her entire body begin to tremble, as she drove him into her sweet spot with every thrust. She threw her head back and he watched, mesmerized by her naked breasts bouncing against her chest. He let out a strangled cry, as he came inside her and she rode him through his orgasm.

"Oh Charming…" she cried, as he was there to hold her as she came as well and their lips crashed together, as she writhed and trembled flush against his hard body. They were so thoroughly tangled together that one would not be able to discern where one began and the other ended.

"So beautiful…" David rasped, as he kissed at her neck and her breasts, while she thrashed in the throes of passion.

"Mine…" he said possessively, as she stilled finally and he kissed her passionately.

"Yours...forever…" she breathed, as they lay sated together in the aftermath of their intense bout of sex.

"This was way better than breakfast," she said, with a giggle.

"It was...but now I really am starved. Good thing they know to leave the breakfast tray at that door and not come in, because there is no hiding what just happened," he joked. She giggled again.

"Yeah...we definitely have sex hair," she said, as they heard a knock at the door and then retreating footsteps. They had a reputation, after all, and the staff neither wanted to intrude or accidentally see something they probably shouldn't. He smirked and wrapped the sheet around his waist, as he pulled their tray in. Snow sat up and covered her unclothed body with the blanket, as they proceeded to have breakfast together.

~*~

Drizella paced in Jekyll's lab, waiting impatiently on the item he was working on for her.

"Well...is it ready?" Drizella asked impatiently.

"You must have patience. This sort of thing cannot be rushed," Jekyll warned. She scoffed.

"I don't know why I can't just use the mirror thing like Regina used to," Drizella complained.

"I explained that to you. Snow and her Charming prince have had that same former Evil Queen enchant all of their looking glasses to keep anyone from using them to spy," he reminded her. She scoffed in annoyance again.

"But this will be much better anyway. This nano technology in these devices will transmit directly to our cellular phone devices and give us a crystal clear signal," Jekyll said, as he made the final modification and the device did as it was programmed to do, flying off to it's programmed location.

"Now...we just wait for it to arrive and it should begin to transmit the signal," he said.

"Fine...have you perfected the serum then?" she asked.

"I have...made a few adjustments, but there are still no guarantees. Are you sure you still want it?" he questioned.

"Yes! If I am to be the new Evil Queen...then I must do what she did, especially if I want to get Charming's attention," she said.

"And what exactly are you planning to do?" he asked curiously.

"Exactly what the Queen used to do. Terrorize the poor peons in the villages so the valiant Prince Charming will come to their defense," she replied.

"An...interesting plan," he said. Honestly, he loathed teaming up with this foolish twit, but if she provided some inane distraction for the prince, then he would use it to make strides toward getting what he wanted and that was the fair Snow White.

"Ah...it looks like our signal is coming through," he said, as an image of the Charming castle came through on their phones, particularly focusing on the balcony. She gasped, as it gave her the image of Charming on the balcony, seemingly freshly showered, and shirtless for the moment.

"I swear...the man never wears a shirt," Jekyll grumbled. Snow came into view then and wrapped her arms around him, as they shared a kiss.

"Ugh...I hate her!" Drizella complained.

"She is definitely far more beautiful than you," Jekyll said and she glared at him.

"Just give me the injection...I'll make him mine, even if it's the last thing I do," she said, as she held her arm out.

"Being that there could be unknown side effects...it could be. Are you sure?" he asked.

"Give it to me," she ordered and he obliged with the injection.

~*~

Zorro could hear the hooves of the horse galloping closer and nodded with a curt bow of respect, as Fandral arrived, along with Rose. The former hopped down off the horse and then gently helped his Queen to the ground, as they joined hands.

"Your Majesties," he greeted.

"Is this where you saw that man?" Fandral asked.

"Yes…I used the fancy phone device to take a photo, I believe it's called," Zorro replied, as he showed the photo to them.

"I wonder if this is the General that Major Donovan spoke about?" Rose questioned.

"It very well may be, which means he knows our location and the barrier is the only thing keeping him out," Fandral replied.

"Send that to my phone and we will certainly present this to Snow and David at the meeting later this morning," Rose said. The masked warrior nodded.

"I hope they have ways of making sure he and the rest of this world stay out. I don't think invasion would bode well," Zorro mentioned.

"No...we don't believe so either and we will defend our Kingdoms," Fandral agreed, as he and Rose mounted their horse again and headed off to Misthaven.

~*~

Snow smiled at him, as he was busied buttoning his shirt, while she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair. It was getting long again, not nearly as long as it had been long ago, but it now brushed just at her shoulders.

"Ready?" he asked, as she stood up and welcomed his arms around her and they shared a kiss.

"Yes...another war room meeting led by my very handsome, sexy husband," she purred, as their lips met in another passionate kiss.

"Remind me why we got out of bed?" he asked and she giggled.

"Well, we sort of have a Kingdom to run, among other things," she reminded him playfully, as they exited their chambers, hand in hand, and made their way to the war room once again. Most everyone was gathered there by that time and they took their place at the head of the table.

"You're on time today," Patricia teased.

"No, they're not. I told them to be here by nine and everyone else by ten and it's now ten so we're all on time," Regina said. David rolled his eyes and Snow smiled coyly.

"Yeah...well, we took down two evil human trafficking scumbags last night with demon powers so we deserved that extra hour," he argued. Regina smirked.

"Touche," she agreed, as Patricia presented the bulletin board before them, which had photos of the thirteen heads of the families they were after. There were red x's through the photos of Erin Mercer and Stefan Landers now though.

"Since we know now that Mephisto possessed these two, I think it's safe to say that we are now dealing with all heads of these families being demon-possessed now," Patricia began.

"Lovely…" Emma deadpanned.

"We weren't ready for it, but now we are and these two didn't seem to have a complete handle on their powers," David mentioned.

"He's right...and somehow I doubt we'll get that lucky with the others," Snow agreed.

"And we know that this one here...may know our exact location. This is him, yes?" Fandral asked his right hand, Zorro. The masked man nodded.

"Yes...that is the man I saw just beyond the barrier," he confirmed.

"General Mendoza...he was my direct superior," Patricia said.

"And he's also the head of one of the families?" Snow asked. She nodded.

"He is nearly a carbon copy of his ancestor, Antonio de Mendoza," Aphrodite said.

"You knew his ancestor?" David asked. James nodded.

"We met him when I was Adonis. He was actually a Navigator to the Dragon King and Queen. But he betrayed them and joined Clayton to pursue Cibola," Aphrodite replied.

"So that's how his family ended up in the Land Without Magic," Leo deduced. Aphrodite nodded.

"He's definitely the last for us to take on. He has military might behind him. Some know how evil he is, but most soldiers follow his orders blindly and if we take him on too soon, a lot of innocent military men and women could be caught in the crossfire," Patricia said.

"Not to mention we might ignite a war between us and the armies of the world," Eva added.

"Exactly," Patricia agreed.

"Okay...then we pick someone else to take on next," David said.

"If I may...I suggest Jeremiah Crane, the descendant of none other than Ichabod Crane," Patricia replied.

"The Ichabod Crane? Of Headless Horseman fame?" Belle asked curiously.

"So goes the story among those in this inner circle," Patricia replied.

"But I thought Ichabod Crane was a good guy?" Summer asked.

"He was...at least in every version of his story that I've read and I've read quite a few," Rose confirmed.

"She's right...they all differ, but he's always the protagonist," Belle agreed.

"That may be, but that doesn't mean that someone in his bloodline along the way wasn't corrupted," Regina said.

"She's right...it would be helpful to know though," David replied.

"Belle and I can scour my library for all versions of his story and see if we can find something," Rose offered and they nodded.

"We won't have too much time, because if we're going to strike, then we should do it in two days," Patricia said.

"What's happening in two days?" Snow asked.

"Jeremiah Crane is opening the Sleepy Hollow museum in none other than Sleepy Hollow, New York. Thousands of elites will be flocking there for the unveiling and Crane rarely appears in public. This will be our only chance at him," Patricia replied.

"Okay...then we need a team for this one too," David said.

"The real Sleepy Hollow...I don't think I can help myself," Belle said with fascination.

"Belle and I will be joining you for this one," Rumple confirmed.

"And Mephisto will probably show up so you'll need me again," Bobby said.

"Okay...with Patricia that makes six. We need one more," Snow replied.

"It's a museum...so count me in," Natalie said. David nodded. They had their next team, which was good since his phone rang at that moment.

"What is it, Leroy?" he asked.

"That crazy bitch is lighting up Munchkin Land!" Leroy shouted.

"Wait...what crazy bitch?" David asked.

"The one that's obsessed with you, chisel chin!" Leroy cried and David sighed.

"We'll be right there," he said, as he hung up his phone.

"Drizella is terrorizing Munchkin Land," David said.

"Jekyll giving that crazy loon magic is insane," Regina replied.

"Let's go," he said, as many of them joined Snow and David to head off the problem.

~*~

Jeremiah Crane stood before the grave at the tree of the dead and stared down at it. In his hands was a skull and he heard someone approaching.

"General," he addressed.

"Mr. Crane," he replied.

"Are you sure they will come?" Crane asked.

"The opening of your museum combined with a rare public appearance by you will be an invitation that Major Donovan will insist they cannot pass up," Mendoza replied.

"And is it true that magic follows them...that they bring magic to places without wherever they go?" Crane asked.

"It is true," Mendoza confirmed.

"Then this will definitely be a night that Sleepy Hollow will never forget,"

~*~

Drizella cackled with glee, as she obliterated another house in the Munchkin village with her sickly green magic.

"That's right...scurry like the vermin you are!" she said in delight. Having magic was addicting, she had found and the more she used it, the more of it she wanted. The evil witch set her sights on a family that was running away and she smirked deviously.

"Sorry rats...time to die…" she hissed, as she hurled the sickly green fireball toward them. A poof of white smoke appeared between her magic and her would be victims though and Charming deflected her magic away with his sword. Snow hurried to see that they were okay.

"Are you all right?" she asked the two parents and their small children.

"Yes...thank you," the man said, as they picked up their children and hurried to safety.

"There you handsome...I was hoping I'd get your attention," Drizella purred.

"Oh trust me...this kind of attention from me is not what you want," he warned.

"You're right...you brought her," Drizella replied, looking at Snow with disdain. She wound up with a magical charge and hurled it in Snow's direction, but David leapt in front of her, taking the blast. It sent him hurling into a tree and Snow cried out, as she rushed to him.

"David!" she cried, but the witch used her powers to disappear and reappear near him before she got there.

"That wasn't supposed to be for you...but I can make it better," Drizella purred. David shook his head and was mostly unhurt, except for the tiny gash on his forehead. It only took a split second for the wound to glow and went unnoticed, just as Snow shoved the horrid woman away as her hand was reaching toward her husband. Snow punched in the mouth and then kicked her in the gut, sending her flying back.

"David…" she called, as she helped him sit up.

"I'm okay…" he promised, as she examined the cut on his head.

"As usual...you were in the way," Drizella said snidely, as she glared at Snow.

"She is my wife...psycho and I don't know what it's going to take to get it through your thick skull, but I will never want you, nor will I ever be with you!" David said hotly.

"All I've ever wanted is for you to love me! To have a Prince Charming...why can't you just love me!" she cried, as she clenched her fists and lost control of her new powers, causing shock waves to cause more damage to the village. David put his arms around Snow, as Summer put them and as many others as she could in bubbles.

"I deserve my happy ending and I'm going to get it," Drizella insisted.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Snow asked, as the other woman looked at her outstretched hand. Regina smirked.

"Gray must be the new color of jealousy," Regina observed and Drizella looked down, noticing that the gray patch from last time had spread further into her entire hand.

"Taking shortcuts in learning magic will do that," Rumple agreed, with a smug smirk.

"This isn't over!" she promised, as she used her newly acquired magic, while it lasted, to disappear.

"Thank you...thank you so much for chasing that witch off!" one of the munchkins called.

"You're very welcome," Snow said, with a kind smile.

"Please...take these, Queen Snow," one of the female munchkins said, as they offered her a bouquet of pink and white flowers.

"Oh thank you...they're beautiful. We will be sending a crew to help repair the damage she did," she promised. David smiled at her and Rumple waved his hand, as they disappeared and returned to their Kingdom.

~*~

Drizella stormed into Jekyll's lab and let out a howling shriek.

"Stop that bellowing, you idiotic banshee!" Jekyll growled, as he covered his ears.

"Something has happened to my hand!" she cried in hysterics.

"I warned you that there could be side effects of such an experimental concoction," he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Then fix it!" she cried.

"Are there any brains in that big fat head of yours, you simpleton? Science is always a work in progress, you idiot!" he snapped back and the insane woman burst into tears.

"I did what you wanted! I got Charming's blood from you and planted those flowers so you could get that irritating retch's!" she sobbed.

"But he won't love me...he won't even look at me. He can only see her…" she continued to wail.

"Snow White...I hate her!" she screamed, as she tore the photo he had of her on the wall and proceeded to tear it to shreds with more insane yelling.

"Yes, well...there is only one thing the Prince and I agree on and that is that Snow White is the most beautiful and fairest woman in existence. She is brilliant too...unlike you," he goaded, as the beaker boiled at maximum roar and he quickly removed it from the burner. He sucked some of the potion into a syringe and gave her another injection. The gray began to recede and she calmed a bit.

"What about the magic?" she asked.

"That was an antidote to your current condition. More trials will come with the magical potion. For now...we are about to have at least a tiny amount of magical blood," he replied, as the image of Snow and Charming came up on his phone screen.

~*~

"She is batshit crazy...how in the world did Archie ever okay her to be released into society again?" Regina wondered, as they arrived back at the palace.

"I don't know...but it's a good question. I'd say we're going to have to catch her and commit her again. Jekyll giving her crazy powers is the last thing we need," David replied.

"I can swing by Archie's office and tell him to get busy on the paperwork to have her committed again, but we'll need a good trap," Emma said.

"That's easy...we have the perfect bait," Regina replied. Snow scoffed.

"I do not want Charming being the bait for that insane woman," the raven haired beauty argued. He sighed.

"I hate the idea...but I could probably draw her out pretty easily," he agreed.

"I suppose you're right...ouch!" she cried, as she sliced her finger on the stems of the flowers.

"What happened?" he asked, as he looked at her hand.

"I guess these flowers have thorns," she replied, as he examined her cut, while Emma used her magic to put the flowers in a vase and then set them aside.

"Here Mom…" Eva said, as she used her magic to heal her cut and the cut on her father's forehead.

"Thanks honey," Snow said, as none of them noticed the blood on the thorns glow and disappear.

~*~

"Excellent," Jekyll said, as he extracted the blood from the thorn his nanomite had obtained and added it to the Prince's blood that had been collected by another nanomite. The blood glowed and he smirked deviously, before extracting the blood with a syringe and injecting it into the pen he had crafted. It glowed, just as Elias entered.

"I see you've done it," he mentioned, as the doctor handed the pen to him.

"This is barely enough ink for a page or two," he warned.

"Yes...but this is only the beginning. Creating a small crisis could lead to more opportunities to collect more ink or blood rather," Jekyll replied.

"I can't argue with that...and I think I may know of a way to create a crisis that could spawn it's own trouble without me doing much at all," Elias said, as he opened the cover on a blank notebook.

"Then by all means...let's get started," Jekyll replied.

~*~

"Mmm...I cannot think of a better way to spend an evening," Snow said in a dreamy tone, as their lips parted. They were on the balcony of the bedroom and it was getting cold, being that it was the beginning of November in Maine, but she was perfectly ensconced in her husband's arms and very much enjoying his warmth as he held her.

"Me either, my darling…" he agreed, as they each had a wine glass in hand and were enjoying it together. They shared another passionate kiss and noticed the lights flicker, as their lips parted, before going out completely.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know...but it doesn't look like it's just us," he mentioned, as she looked out and saw blackness. From their view, they could usually see several Kingdoms and Storybrooke, but all of them, including the town, were dark.

"A power outage?" she asked.

"Our power system is reinforced with magic...which means something isn't right," he said, as he found his phone and saw that there was no signal.

"No signal…" he said.

"Mine either," she replied.

"Okay...none of this makes any sense, but I have to go find out what's going on," he said.

"I'm coming with you," she insisted. He smiled and pecked her on the lips.

"Yeah…I'm not leaving you alone during a blackout with that crazy mad scientist out there. We'll let the kids sleep though," he agreed, as he took her hand and used the flashlight on his phone to lead them through their castle. They saw Regina and Robin arrived via a puff of magic in front of them once they reached the atrium.

"Well...magic still works it seems," Snow mentioned.

"To a point," Regina replied.

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"Come with us," Regina replied, as they disappeared in a puff of smoke with them.

~*~

"There...a complete blackout in the United Realms. It's best I could do with the ink I had and it will not last long, because they still have magic," Elias said.

"Then let's create maximum chaos while we can," Jekyll replied.

"Rallying the riff raff without being able to promise we have nullified the magic won't be easy," Elias warned.

"I don't need the riff raff...I'm a demon now and I can send other demons to do my dirty work," he said smugly, as he made his way out.

~*~

They reappeared in front of the power grid plant and observed the protected facility, which only went further to confuse them.

"I don't get it...nothing is amiss here," David said.

"Exactly," Regina replied.

"Then how is there a blackout?" Snow wondered.

"That's what we're trying to figure out. It's an odd way to do it. The easiest way would be to penetrate the magical protections and take out the entire grid at its source," Robin said and Regina's eyes widened.

"Except that they can't," she realized. Snow's eyes widened then too.

"That's right...remember, we had Henry protect the power grid with author magic!" Snow recalled.

"That's right...we did that after the Final Battle so that no magical being could tamper with the power grid. Only the author would have power to shut it down," David said.

"Then how did someone find a way to plunge us into a blackout without tampering with the electrical grid?" Robin wondered.

"That's the mystery…" Regina said. There was a slithering sound and Snow turned around, trying to discern what the noise was in the darkness. She soon found out though, as a shadowy figure was soon outlined by burning embers. She gasped and backed away, just as her husband sliced through the creature with the chalice sword, obliterating it in a blast of white light.

"What are they?" she asked, as another rose and was blasted by a fireball.

"They appear to be wraiths," Rumple said, as he and Neal arrived with Belle.

"This has that insane doctor's stench all over it," Regina said, as she blasted another, but was surprised when one sneaked up on her.

"Regina!" Robin cried, as he threaded an arrow, but fortunately, this one was frozen and then exploded harmlessly in a burst of steam. Leo and Elsa hurried to Snow and David, as more wraiths formed around them.

"Uncle James and Aphrodite are making sure the prison is secure and the generator is keeping up to make sure there's no breakout," Leo informed them. Snow felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end once again, just like the night before, and she turned around sharply.

"Show yourself, you snake!" she demanded, as she held on tightly to David's arm.

"Ahh my lovely Snow...we have such a connection that you can sense when I am near," Jekyll's voice sounded, as he emerged in a display of sparks and acrid smoke.

"We have no connection! I can sense you, because my skin begins to crawl and I feel sick when you're near," she snapped in return.

"You're behind this blackout, aren't you?" David asked.

"Oh, figured it out, did you? It's fairly obvious, I suppose...so I'm not surprised that even a simpleton like you put it together," Jekyll goaded.

"How did you get around author magic?" Snow questioned. He smirked deviously.

"I am a genius, dear Snow," he reminded her.

"Not even a genius could circumvent the author's power...that's why we had Henry protect the grid. Try again, doctor," Rumple interjected. He smirked.

"Think about it, Dark One...think about it…" he responded.

"I am so sick of you coming after my wife and trying to hurt her!" David snapped, as he charged him with the chalice sword. Jekyll's arms became alive with his fire whips and Snow rushed into the fray.

"Charming!" she cried, as she could only watch them duel. David parried his fiery whips and evaded him expertly and as the mad doctor wound up again, David met him in a high arc with his blade. The fiery whips wrapped around the blade of his sword, as they fought for control of the fight.

"I'm stronger than you now...Charming and smarter. Those good looks are all you have left," he goaded.

"You had to sell your soul to a demon to get stronger than me...and I'm not as dumb as you think," David growled, as he called on the full power of his half of the chalice and shattered Jekyll's whips. The doctor was surprised and stumbled back. David took advantage of his momentary startling and plunged his sword into Jekyll's stomach. The doctor glared at him with bloodshot eyes and his irises burned like embers, highlighting the sheer madness in his eyes.

"Time to finally end you...once and for all," David hissed, as the doctor pulled himself off the prince's blade. David wound up, preparing to decapitate him, but Jekyll cowardly dissolved into a fiery spray of embers, descending back into his demonic domain below the surface.

"This isn't over, Prince Charming! Mark my words...tonight was only a small taste of what is in store for you!" his voice sounded from beneath them, sounding much like he was underwater.

"You will be mine, Snow White! You will be mine!" he shouted, as his voice finally faded away. Even so, David pulled her close and she held onto him tightly. Thankfully, the moment he was gone, power was restored and the lights in all Kingdoms shined again. They sighed in relief at that.

"The prison is secure," James said, as he and Aphrodite arrived in a puff of orange smoke.

"That's good...and apparently, the grid wasn't tampered with at all," David said.

"Then how was the power knocked out?" he asked.

"The doctor seemed to suggest that he was able to get around author magic," Regina replied.

"That's not possible...the pen is infallible. It cannot be overwritten, even by magic," Aphrodite said.

"And you are positive that there is only one pen?" Rumple asked.

"Positive," she confirmed.

"And even then...it's not really the pen. It's the ink and there is no way to replicate that ink," Aphrodite said.

"That we know of…" Rumple muttered.

"Rumple? Do you know something?" Belle asked.

"No...but it is clear the doctor found a way and we must find out how. If he manages to do this again, next time will likely be far worse," Rumple replied.

"I agree...a power outage could have just been a prelude to a more devious plot," David said.

"I will research from Merlin's oldest texts. I am assuming Rose will be able to access them easily," Rumple replied.

"I'm sure...I'll come with you and help," Belle said.

"The rest of us should probably make the rounds to each Kingdom and check with the leaders to make sure everything is in order," David said. James nodded.

"Arendelle is secure," Elsa confirmed.

"Good...Snow and I'll visit Oz, Neverland, The Land Without Color, and Cibola," David said.

"Aphrodite and I'll check on the Land of Untold Stories, Starcomb, Camelot, and the Southern Isles," James offered.

"Robin and I'll check on Agrabah, Maritime, and the other Kingdoms within Misthaven then," Regina said, as they parted ways.

~*~

"Yeah...everything's fine, Daddy. Fortunately, the generator kicked on when the power went out so there was no interruption in any of the life saving machines for any patients," Eva said, as she talked on her phone, while Paul finished their final rounds.

"That creepy doctor has so much nerve...are you sure Mom is okay?" Eva asked, as she listened again.

"Okay...be careful," she said, as she listened again and smiled.

"We will too...we're about to head home. Love you too, Daddy," she said, as she hung up, just as her husband returned.

"Are your parents okay?" he asked.

"Yes...but that blackout was not natural, so we were right about that," she replied.

"Jekyll again?" he asked, as he helped her put her coat on.

"Yep...and apparently, they didn't do it by getting to the grid, which somehow means that Jekyll got around Henry's protections on it," she replied.

"How the hell is that possible?" he asked, as he put on his coat and she sighed.

"I don't know, but I'm a little too wired to sleep right away. Let's swing by the diner for a cocoa," she suggested. He chuckled and they joined hands.

"Sounds good," he agreed, as they left the hospital for the night and the night staff took over.

~*~

After checking on most of the Kingdoms within Misthaven, Robin and Regina ended in Agrabah.

"Well...we're glad everything is okay, but to be honest, most people in Agrabah are used to not having electricity so we didn't have a lot of panic," Jasmine said, as they walked through the garden with their guests.

"Yes...it's very possible that the most complaints are likely going to come from Storybrooke," Robin agreed.

"Yeah...the last time the power went out in Storybrooke, the dwarves and Granny showed up at Snow's door with complaints about freezers and no Netflix," Regina said.

Aladdin chuckled.

"Spoiled is the word you're looking for," Aladdin joked.

"Well, since everything seems to be in order here, we're going to head home finally," Regina said, as the two royals waved and they disappeared in a mist of purple smoke.

~*~

"I'm glad Grams and Gramps are okay…" Henry said, as James and Aphrodite made their last stop in Starcomb.

"They are...and don't worry, we will get to the bottom of how he did this," James assured him.

"I hope so...I just can't fathom how he could subvert author magic," Henry said, as Ella stood beside him.

"We can't either...it shouldn't be possible," Aphrodite agreed, obviously still troubled by it as well.

"Well...if anyone can figure out how he managed this, it's Grandpa Gold," Henry said, as they bid them farewell and the couple left, eager to return home to Olympus. Hermes was staying with the children and they were glad the momentary, yet seemingly continuous chaos was at bay once again.

~*~

The magnificent golden city glistened before them, as Snow and David checked up on the newest residents of the United Realms. They weren't really affected at all, being that electricity was very new to them and they were still fairly isolated on their island home. Queen Nubia assured them that everyone was safe and everything was in order and with this being their last stop, Snow and David made their way back to their castle in Misthaven. Quietly, Snow looked in on Summer and Bobby, thankful that they had both slept through this crisis this time.

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The Hand that Rocks the Cradle (1992)

Date watched: 16 June 2019

After the double disappointment of Us and Vox Lux, I decided to dive deep with this banger of a movie staring Rebecca mother-fuckin DeMornay.

YASSSS, you're saying, and YASSSS, you'd be right.

Plot:

Claire (Annabella Sciorra) and Michael (Matt McCoy of Police Academy fame, also total babe with a beard WTF) are super happily married with a kid, Emma (Madeline Zima, in her very first role and holy shit what a fucking CUTIE). Claire is pregnant and she goes to meet her new gynaecologist one day who straight up sexually assaults her during the appointment.

It is seriously chilling. He takes his glove off and performs and internal examination, feels her breasts and is generally a total, disgusting, awful creep.

So Claire goes home and tells her husband, who's like MOTHER FUCKER, and they go to the police, and it turns out that this has happened to more than one woman. So the good doctor is FUCKED, and he kills himself because he's a total COWARD WHO CAN'T FACE THE MUSIC.

Then we meet DeMornay, who is pregnant, and when she is told that she will have to make huge payouts to the women affected and she'll be broke, falls and has a miscarriage. THEN, in a truly preposterous turn of events, she's in the hospital watching the news, which NAMES Claire as one of the victims. LIKE, IN WHAT WORLD. IN WHAT WORLD. So DeMornay sees this and she's like, "I'm gonna steal me a baby."

Like, for starters, DeMornay, it is not CLAIRE'S FAULT that YOUR SHITHEAD OF A HUSBAND SEXUALLY ASSAULTED HER, you fucking victim blaming BITCH. And secondly, you're not allowed to just go around and steal babies because you lost yours, okay? I'm sorry you had to have a hysterectomy and I'm sorry your husband was a piece of shit, but you need to get some serious therapy, GIRL, and stop taking your issues out on nice people who live in nice houses who simply do not deserve it.

Also, in this movie we have Ernie Hudson playing Solomon, a simple handyman character who Claire and Michael employ around their home to build a fence/paint the house/do yardwork etc etc. I was conflicted about this character because… I don't know, it made me uncomfortable, that the only person of colour in this movie is "simple" and gets blamed for everything very quickly but then turns up in the end to save the day, like… I don’t know.

Anyway, what ends up happening is that DeMornay rocks up to Claire's house one day and she's all, "I heard you were looking for a nanny but I'm not through any agency," and for some reason that I simply do not understand, Claire does not undergo any sort of background check or anything before she moves DeMornay into their house. Like, okay. Trustworthy much?

So DeMornay wastes no time being a total and utter creep, starting with breast-feeding Claire's goddamn baby and trying to turn Emma against her parents. Solomon sees right through this behaviour but because he is what he is, he can't express his concerns to Claire about it.

Then enter Julianne fuckin' Moore, like a goddamn boss queen. She is glorious in her limited role in this movie. Basically, her character and Claire's husband used to be a thing, but they broke up and married other people, but they're still BFF. And she's also BFF with Claire. She's the ONLY ONE who says to Claire, "Hey, maybe this chick isn't on the up and up," and sure Claire doesn't pay any attention, but Julianne Moore ain't no mother-fuckin' slouch.

So basically DeMornay ramps up her efforts to a) kill Claire and b) assume her life and the mother role to her children and also steal her husband. She gets Emma on side, she's breast-feeding the baby and she's also making herself indispensable to Claire whilst simultaneously driving a wedge in between her and her husband.

Solomon sees her breast-feeding the baby one day so she plants Emma's underwear in his toolkit and has him framed for child molestation (though no police get involved?), so then Claire has even less people to trust, but for some reason she never suspects that DeMornay is involved in any of the weird stuff going on.

Anyway, Julianne Moore is a real estate agent and she's trying to sell the doctor's house, and she figures out that DeMornay is the doctor's wife. So she's trying to call Claire, and then she drives over to the house in a panic, but when she gets there DeMornay is like, "Oh Claire's out the back in the greenhouse," so Julianne goes out to talk to her. Of course, DeMornay has set up a trap whereby when she opens the door, a thing happens which causes the glass roof to break and crash down around, TRAGICALLY KILLING HER.

Omg I was so mad. Julianne Moore didn't deserve to go out like that.

Then Claire rocks up and finds her bestie DEAD, and has an asthma attack, but DeMornay has emptied all the asthma inhalers in the house, so she almost dies as well. Then DeMornay tries to fuck the husband and I was like, "Rebecca, I know he's hot with his beard, but GOD DAMN IT YOU'RE GOING TOO FAR."

Anyway, Claire has FINALLY figured out that DeMornay is up to no good, so she traces Julianne Moore's steps, figures out that DeMornay is the wife of the evil doctor, confronts her and there's a big fight sequences where the husband's legs get broken (both of them!), then DeMornay is trying to straight up murder Claire and steal the baby, until finally they end up fighting in the attic and Claire shoves her out a window, where she is impaled on the nice white picket fence that Solomon built for them.

OMG that scene in the gif above? HILARIOUS

Look, this was easily the best movie I watched on Sunday. It had everything I could ever hope for in an early 90s thriller �� it fancies itself a serious movie, but we all know it's a high drama soap opera. My problem with it is that… I don't know. I feel like DeMornay was flat. I mean, she could've camped this shit up, really turned up the drama to 11, but she was kind of blank-face evil the whole time. And I mean, I get why she was doing what she did, but like, I feel like I was supposed to feel sorry for her that her husband was a scumbag and she had a miscarriage and subsequent hysterectomy, but she is just so OTT insane about it that you're just like, woo bitch. Slow down.

The pros for this movie include some serious house porn – it's a great house – and Julianne Moore in her limited role basically outshining everyone else. But there are some questionable elements to this movie that give me pause in 2019, that's for sure.

#the hand that rocks the cradle #1992 #movies #movie review #rebecca de mornay #Annabella Sciorra #matt mccoy #ernie hudson #julianne moore #madeline zima #various other white people #general soap opera hilarity

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Hey i have a first chapter for my story, please read it here. I’ll also include it below the cut, it’s quite long tbh lmao.

Gambling was an addiction that I admittedly, could not leave behind. I just couldn’t help but enjoy the rush of risk coursing through me like a river as I bet more and more, the stakes getting higher and higher. Gambling was one of life’s many treasures, so I found there to be nothing wrong with merely using the treasure as I see fit.

Now some would call what I do “cheating” but I merely called it use your tools to the best of your advantage. Magus Arthur doesn’t like how I indulge in this sport, he thinks it’s a waste of time and money. Tsk. If he saw how I used my tool to my advantage he would surely keep me under house arrest.

The tool in speaking was of course, my wand. Or well the catalyst in which I produce my magic from, I’m not exactly the best at producing magic from the tips of my fingers just yet. I need a catalyst to help me, at least if I want strong magic. Such as right now, where I am balancing the wand to the side of the table, pointed at the troll across from me. I intended to cast a mere illusion spell on the cards just dealt in front of him. Again, not “cheating,” just using my tools to my advantage.

I muttered the words of the spell to myself, before retracting my hand and sliding my wand back into my boot. It didn’t seem like I was noticed, which was good. I had a perfect streak of not being caught, well...almost perfect there was this one time at a festival in town and let’s just say Magus Arthur does not let me go to such events anymore. Not my fault the guy just wouldn’t admit he lost...tsk people am I right?

Finally picking up the cards in front of me I let a grin creep onto my face, this was perfect. If the illusion spell worked correctly, and by the look on his face it did, his hand should consist of two kobolds, one dryad, and one dragon. Which was one of the worst hands to get in this game. I had gotten a pretty not-good hand myself, but a little hand magic will do the trick. I muttered the spell again and the shapes on the cards turned into one of each. A golem, dryad, dragon, and kobold. That was the best hand to get.

The name of the game, the one I was totally going to win, was called Golems and Dryads. It was a card game with four different races in it, the Golems and Dryads being the ones with the most points, the other two being the ones with the least. If you had a hand like mine you got automatically a set of bonus points for obtaining a hand with all the races, which was fairly rare because c’mon, you have a very low chance of getting one of each card. Another way was to have all Golems or Dryads, or a mix of both.

Now the troll sitting across from me, well his hand wasn’t particularly horrible, as I did play nice and give him a dryad, but it wasn’t great either. Especially against the hand I had.

I threw the cards, face up, on the table in front of me, a shit-eating grin tearing up my face. Those who had been spectating shot up and started clapping. Count Lucien, the troll, looked full of rage as I brought the money sitting in the middle toward myself.

“Better luck neck time, Lucy Darling~!” I spoke in a sing-song voice, I was opening up my satchel at this point, beginning to push in the silver and copper pieces I had just won. It was then I had noticed the clapping faded out, but not like the usual fading out of clapping like...something had happened. I looked up of course, only to find everyone either staring at me or at the table. A bad feeling shot up my spine, and I directed my green eyes to where everyone else's lay.

As I mentioned earlier my skills in hand magic isn’t exactly the best, although it doesn’t wear off in such short amount of time. I reached my hand up to my ear, expecting to feel a big teardrop earring, I didn’t. There are...a lot of factors that comes with using magic, and all magic users tend to wear earrings. Like a wand they can be considered a catalyst, but more often than not they’re not even used for making your magic more powerful just controlled. It really depends on the person.

For me I rely on my earrings to control my magic. There have been times, especially when using a wand, where it has gotten...out of control. But there have also been times like now where it makes me look like some apprentice wizard. Which, okay I technically am. But a beginning apprentice wizard. Which I am not. I’m far from it---it’s just not showing right now.

Not that it’s the point for it to be showing right now, rather the point is I don’t have my earrings so my magic is less than par right now and I have just gotten caught as a cheater. Or, no not a cheater just...yeah.

My eyes wandered back to those around me, I get a small chuckle and looped the satchel around my neck, “would ya look at the time...I gotta g-” I was fiercely interrupted by a knife being slammed on the table in front of me. I looked up to see it was Count Lucien’s stoic bodyguard. I instantly scrambled out of my seat then under and out the table, my legs made a beeline for the exit, while doing so I was greeted with trampling of footsteps from behind me. Crashing of bottles against the floor was heard, there was yelling, tables being broken. Even a dagger flew right beside my head, actually trimming off some hair. God damn it not I’m going to to have to fix that later.

There really was no time to be thinking about hair right now, not when I tripped over myself and fell flat on my chin in front of the door. I begun to push myself up, only to be pushed down, feeling the point of a boot in my back. Whoever that was hadn’t been showing any mercy, as they pushed their heel harder into my spine. To say the least it hurt like hell. It didn’t help my chin was flat against the wooden floorboards of the tavern, yikes.

I felt as a hand grabbed my hair, the pressure on my back leaving, and I was lifted up against the front of another. I could only assume it was the Count’s bodyguard as I was a few inches above the ground, and could feel a knife pressed to my throat. Reasons to hate the rich, they can get away with this crap in public.

My whole body was shaking, and I hated the feeling of being held up by my hair, it was short hair too so even worse. Gritting my teeth I directed my eyes to the troll that now stood in front of me, although I had to strain my eyes to look down so I could actually see him. Short things they are.

Lucien spoke in a gruff voice, “ya really shoulda thought twice before tryin’ to make a fool of me, apprentice.” He then took a step towards me, lifting his hand up and grabbing my chin, which most likely had a bruise on it, he squished my face. “I don’t let cheatas get away so easily ya know, gotta teach ‘em a lesson, make sure not to mess with the big L, ya know?” He let go of my face, and picked up my right arm, digging his sharp nails into my wrist while he continued, “I think we’ll start with getting rid of these pesky hands. Can’t have ya castin’ any more spells ‘n cheatin.’”

Oh no. Oh god no. When he said that I automatically begun to squirm, making the pain from my hair being pulled worse, but it didn’t matter. I wasnot going to let this fiend take away everything I have worked for.

The squirming didn’t help though, that was obvious when his grip around my wrist tightened and my neck begun to tingle. I could only assume the knife was pressed ever so hard enough to cut me but not deep, just a scratch. Things weren’t going great. Not at all. Why wasn’t anyone trying to get involved? Sure he was a rich guy with power but god damn, this was just horrible.

“Ya not gettin’ out of this dearie, ya crossed the Count, ya gonna pay the price,” the ugly troll had turned around and reached his hand out for the door, “when ya cut off ‘er hands leave ‘er in the streets and take the bag with the money, Nine.”

Nine. That was probably the bodyguards name, why a number? I didn’t pay second thought to the usage of wrong pronouns, as whatever it didn’t matter considering the situation. This guy was going to ruin my life and I can’t let that happen, what would Magus Arthur do in a situation like-

Magus Arthur.

Speak of the devil.

I almost stopped breathing when Count Lucien opened the door and my mentor stood there, his ombre hair braided over his shoulder and obvious rage written on his face. I usually find people with glasses to always look calm, even when they’re angry. But Magus Arthur quickly erased that, not even his glasses made him look like his usual calm self. Oh god I’m in serious trouble aren’t I?

The count threw his arms up, almost like a hug, “Magus! Great to see ya bud-”

He was met with the back of my mentor’s hand across his cheek, the troll quickly fell to the ground letting out a curse, “don’t ever touch my pupil again.”

The bodyguard---er---Nine was then given a death glare and quickly let go of my hair, I too dropping to the ground. I heard Nine back away, I didn’t really care as I was now bent over with my hands over my neck. Again I knew it wasn’t terribly cut but...still stung. I wasn’t really given much time to recuperate though, as I heard my mentor speak, “Lita get up, we’re going home, now.” His voice had an anger I had heard many times before, I knew I was bound to get yet another scolding. I probably deserved it.

As I heard him walking away, I dashed up and out the door, catching up to him. It was dark out so not many else were out, it was actually the middle of the night. I had snuck out of the house, it’s safe to assume either my brother told on me or he looked in my room and saw I wasn’t there. Of course he’d know where I would go...it’s not my fault I like frequenting this tavern, guess I won’t anymore now that I know everyone there is a total scumbag who won’t try to step in and help. Also because of uh...the incident that had just occurred.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” his eyes flickered to me for a moment before he continued, “why can’t you be more like your brother?”

That actually hurt, a lot. Iita was just such...a perfect kid in everyone’s eyes! It’s not my fault I’m not perfect like him, he wasn’t cursed with this so-called “gift” called magic! It’s a lot of work to train and sometimes you just need a break...need a craving to be like everyone else for once. He doesn’t have it bad as me, I have an excuse.

Of course though I didn’t say anything, I just continued walking as he continued, “have I done something wrong while raising you? Is this you acting out because you can’t vocalize your feelings? Because trust me, you can tell me anything. I won’t hate you, I never could hate you, Lita. You’re-”

“- like my own child. Yadda yadda I know, you’ve said this a million times,” I interrupted crossing my arms. Every time I mess up he always says something like this why can’t he take a hint?

Magus Arthur sighed, “I wouldn’t say a million times. But yes,” he stopped in his tracks and I stopped after realizing he was no longer walking

. I was about two feet away, I rose a brow, “why’d you stop?”

He had a look on his face, one I’ve seen many times before. Magus has this special talent where he knows when something is happening, something bad. It’s almost like a sixth sense. He told Iita and I that’s how he found us when we were kids. Honestly it’s always scary when this happens because I know he’s going to leave and sometimes when he comes back he...is hurt. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he...no.

“I forgot I had a meeting.”

I snort, “this late?”

“Lita.”

“Whatever, seeya later Pops,” I put my hands in my pants pocket looking away, “I guess we’ll talk about my grounding tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Great. ”

Right as I was about to start walking off I heard him speak, “and Lita?” I turned my head back, brow raised yet again, “uh yeah?”

He was silent for a moment, looking as if he was contemplating something, he ended up just shaking his head with a small smile. How the moon light shined on him made him look...sad. Especially with the reflection in his eyes. “Never mind, just get home kiddo,” he said.

I don’t know why but I had a bad feeling, I decided to push it back for now and give the old man a thumbs up. I then of course, turned back around and continued walking home. I heard the sound of fire for a moment before everything went quiet, teleportation magic. Only certified wizards were allowed to use it. My mentor was one, he did have the title “Magus” after all. I hope wherever he went he’s safe. I hope he comes home.

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The next morning I woke up to ice cold water being dumped on me. I automatically shot up on my bed, my arms and legs flailing as my eyes landed on the figure beside my bed. That figure was of course, my brother.

The morning light that shone through the window hit him perfectly, his mischievous grin bright and eyes highlighted, the snow white hair reflecting the light to make it seem brighter than it was. Then there was the bucket in his hands, shining slightly at the top where a few droplets of water had been. That asshole.

As if he had read my mind, he dropped the bucket on the floor and began running. I followed in pursuit, “come back here you twerp!”

Out of the two of us I was the older one, technically. I was born just a minute before him, so I was the older and superior twin. I also had magic! So again, superior. Although he was taller...but aside from that we were pretty much the same! See we were fraternal twins, where in somethings we are the same (hair, eyes), others we were different (magic, height). By same I don’t mean personality wise, god no we are as different as a cat and a dog. He was always so...grumpy, although how he was acting now didn’t show that side of him.

No, rather he was acting like the twerp he is and pissing me off!

My feet clapped against the wooden floorboards, the clapping was louder than usual as I was soaked in water. Which almost made me slip a few times. That boy was lucky I didn’t just automatically pass out when I had gotten home, or he would be dead by now for ruining my clothing from yesterday.

He still was going to die, just not as painful of a death.

I ran down the stairs, seeing the tail of his coat round the corner, “IITA I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T COME BACK HERE!”

Rounding the corner when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was automatically greeted with my brother sitting on the couch with his not-girlfriend. They’re basically dating but refuse to admit it. She had a basket in her lap, and lifted her hand, waving at me.

“Hello, Lita! I hope you don’t mind if I come along with you and Iita while you both shop! I need to do some shopping myself actually,” spoke the half-elf, a bright smile on her face.

Geez this girl. My rage was put to the side as I gave a small smile in return, “hi Eleanor, give me a sec will ya?”

My eyes flickered to Iita as I stomped toward him, leaving wet puddles in my trek, he wore an obvious face of fear as I approached. Eleanor on the other hand wasn’t phased by this at all, she had grown used to our antics by now after all these years. She simply just scooted over when I got to the couch, probably not wanting to get wet, and I merely opened my arms wide then plopped on my brother, engulfing him in a big hug. I made sure to squeeze tightly.

“OH MY GOD GET OFF ME YOU’LL RUIN MY CLOTHES!”

“Aw, c’mon I just wanna show my lil bro some love!”

There was of course thrashing around from him, admittedly he was stronger than me though so he did evidently push me off. I fell onto the floor with a satisfying “thump.” Before I could say anything I heard a pair of hands clap, and looked toward the kitchen to see Eleanor, “if you two rascals are done shall we go shopping now?”

Iita and I exchanged a look, before I shot up and quickly ran up the stairs to change.

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The two love-birds sat across the table from me. It had been around noon now, so we decided to take a break from our shopping to eat. The shopping had turned from buying food to just spoiling ourselves, I ended up getting my haircut again, so now my hair was all soft and cleanly cut. It was more of a trim than anything, but I had my undercut once more so I felt content. Aside from that I got things to restock the supplies for potions and the such, we had been running low on frog legs and summoning powder.

I lifted my pinky fingers as I ate the sausage and cheese sandwich, I scarfed it down quickly. In my defense I didn’t have breakfast this morning and not a big dinner last night, so I was pretty hungry. I grabbed my big wooden mug and began chugging, it was apple cider, not the alcoholic kind though. I never really liked alcohol the taste was too bitter for me.

I swiped a slice of bread from Iita’s plate when he wasn’t looking, I nibbled on it while I eyed around the tavern. This was a different one from last night, this one was actually the only one I refuse to do any gambling in because a friend of ours works here. Or well a friend of Magus’, he was there from the beginning along with Magus, so I would never gamble here. Maybe as a respect thing, or maybe because I just don’t want to screw up and get in trouble. Either way it’s a promise I’ve made to myself, I just don’t want to start crap in this tavern. Any other one I don’t care.

There were a lot of people in the tavern though today, which wasn’t surprising since it was a Saturday afternoon, it was just slightly overwhelming. Don’t get me wrong, I love people, especially lots of people, it’s just...so much. Like my senses felt overwhelmed, it could be from all the noises and smells too, either way it was just a bit too much. I sunk down in my seat.

I gave a big yawn as I begun spacing out, the noises around me slowly becoming slurred together, the world getting foggy. Even the seat beneath me felt like it had started to leave, and suddenly it was like I sat in a thin cloudy mist of air. The only thing that really registered in my brain was the slice of bread in my hand, but even then it was barely there it felt like. I was just...floating with a blank mind.

The world around me changed once more from a foggy atmosphere to a setting I was all too familiar with. My feet touched the ground that looked like it could be water, but it felt solid but gave off a ripple just like water does when you touch it. In the reflection of the not-water ground was the sky above me, or what I assumed was the sky. I looked up, the purple, blue, and pink hues of the sky with freckles of stars reflected into my eyes. This is the setting I was always greeted with in my dreams.

When I first started getting dreams with this place in it I didn’t really pay mind to it, is was when for over a month I continued having it that I thought something was wrong. When I told Magus he was surprised, at the time I was nine, so ten years ago. He had been surprised because I shouldn’t have been getting these dreams until much later in my training. He said that this place was a pocket realm of sorts, all magic-users have them and have access to them at any given moment.

I don’t have control of when I enter it or not, but I know it was mainly used so people could just get away from everything, or to train. Here’s the thing though, only your soul can come here.

For instance, while I am currently in the pocket realm, I’m not here physically. Meaning my body is vulnerable to the outside world, in a way my body is just a puppet with no master. My body is not the only thing that’s vulnerable, my soul is too. Especially since I’m still a wizard in training. There have been stories about magic-users who got stuck in their own pocket realms, their body dying from lack of proper care leaving no vessel for them to return to. Which then leads for the soul to eventually wither off into existence, as a soul can’t exist without it’s originally body still in tack. At least a living soul, dead souls are a completely different subjects.

You can also be attacked in these pocket realms if you are not exactly...stable.

By stable I mean your mental state. The monsters of your mind can take form and destroy your soul, which then leaves the body to die from lack of proper care. Despite all these risks though these pocket realms are still great.

I throw the bread in my hand to the liquid-like ground, and begin running before taking a leap and falling onto a bed of flower petals.

Although I don’t have full control over the pocket realm, more so of when I leave and enter, I do have control over what goes on in it so long as I’m mentally stable. Which I am.

I roll over on the petals, looking up at the sky again, a dopey smile on my face. Magus says I should be using this place for training rather than lounging around, but he just doesn’t understand. Sometimes I need to get away from everything and this place always seems to do that for me, although I don’t control when I enter or leave I always seem to come here at the right moment.

Magus said to be careful about that though, as I could be doing something and suddenly I’m pulled here, hence as to why I need to learn to control my entering and leaving of this place.

Grabbing a handful of the yellow petals, I threw them up into the air. They emitted a small glow, and against the pink and purple sky it looked beautiful. This was something I’m sure I’d never see in real life. Like sure, there’s stuff like magic but this , no this isn’t something that I would see in real life. I don’t think there’s a place on Terra that exists like this.

Of course there were stories about so-called “magical” places on Terra, but those had mainly been folklore, just made up and used as bedtime stories for little kids.

Turning back onto my side, I see ripples in the watery ground as a memory is played in front of me like a play. I loved those made up stories as a kid, that certainly showed here. With both Iita and I under a pillow fort, huddling together over a big book. I don’t quite remember exactly when this happened, but considering we both look genuinely happy and that book was one I got after Magus...well it’s safe to assume it was after we had been “taken-in” by him.

I don’t really consider what he did taking us in if you can’t tell. To me that term is temporary, rather than taking us in he saved us. Plus although it’s not official, he’s pretty much adopted us at this point. After all he has said on several different occasions how the two of us are like his own children, which I’m fine with. Now I won’t be calling him Dad anytime soon, that’d be weird even if he basically is that.

Plus the term Dad has mold grown over it the past decade for me. After my actual one left us, two small defenseless kids, alone in a shack in the middle of the woods, the word “Dad” has lost all meaning to me. It’s just another title, and I don’t care if others use it, but for me it’s a useless word. I can’t say the same for Iita.

I shouldn’t have begun thinking of Dad now though because the pocket realm has decided to begin playing whatever memories I have left of the old man. I cover my eyes as I let out a groan, there had been times where I considered casting a Forget Spell, or drinking and Amnesia Elixir, just to be rid myself of whatever memories I have left of my so-called, “Dad.” But I knew that in doing that my whole memory would be lost, and I’m not willing to sacrifice everything I’ve been given over the past decade. Forgetting the deadbeat isn’t worth forgetting everything else.

Sure, he may have ruined my view of what a Father should be. Sure, he may have ruined my early childhood. Sure, he may be the reason Mom left. But I won’t let these thoughts control me. I can’t let them control me.

I push myself up, having enough of the memories playing, and step off the thick pile of flower petals. Usually I would have pulled my wand out of my boot, but considering I have free will here and what I do won’t actually hurt someone, I lunge at the figure that depicted my father in the memory.

Like most everything else in this pocket realm, the figure was solid and I crashed atop him on the wooden ground. Wooden due to the setting of the memory. My arms then made a beeline for his neck, and I wrapped my hands around his throat, nice and firm. He wasn’t struggling, and for a second, considering this was my first time actually attacking something here, I had thought memories weren’t able to fight back.

Boy was I wrong.

He soon began thrashing when I pressed my thumbs down against his adams apple, and ended up pushing me off. I had been caught off guard, and landed a couple feet away, outside the memory. Water rippled around me, and this time it felt like I actually had gotten splashed with water.

I barely had time to recover, as by the moment I looked up the figure that once had looked like my old man, was now me. I was stunned to say the least, and a bit afraid. It didn’t help seeing the wicked glint in the green eyes of mine, they looked...dark and unforgiving. A scowl across the figure’s face as they lifted their foot and pressed the heel of the boot to my throat. They twisted their foot around, and pushed down hard. I felt like I couldn’t breath.

Oh no. Fuck. Shit.

I began thrashing around as I felt like I was being brought down into the very ground beneath me, like it had been some sort of goo. It had been like the ground had a mind of it’s own, bringing me down the more the fake-me pushed.

I didn’t have much more time to think, as my need for air became more and more critical. I didn’t even have much time to breath though when in swift movements a wand was whipped in front of me, then a bright white light encapsulated all that I could see.

I sat up in my seat panting, opening my eyes and looking around. What in the hell just happened? Yet again I had no time to think, as my senses were filled up again and I the voices of Iita and Eleanor began to register, I was bombarded with questions from the two. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. For a minute I sat there staring at them, mouth open wide.

Only when I had mumbled a small, “I…” the tavern doors were kicked open. I instantaneously looked toward the sound of commotion, and a group of five guards flooded in, looking around. Everything was so overwhelming, I didn’t know what was going on.

It got worse when one of them made eye contact with me, before waving the others over and the group of guards marched up to our table.

Fear dripped from every ounce of my being as I looked up at them, the only words my mind seemed to register had been, “you’re under arrest.”

Whatever they said or had happened after that was just a blank.

What in the hell was going on?

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The next thing I knew I had been thrown in a cell in the dungeon, hands locked up with no explanation as to why I was here. Or at least to what I remembered, because I’m pretty sure when I blanked they had said why I was arrested, but all I remember was being told I was arrested then it was like a sudden gap in my memory. One moment I’m at the tavern, the next I’m sitting in a cold cell with cobwebs and rats. Pretty fucking awful. Especially if I’m waking up from basically, to this. Well maybe this was better than dying, probably, hopefully.

I brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. It was cold in here. The dungeons were never exactly a great place. The guards didn’t care if the people down here were comfortable, after all if they are down here then they must deserve to suffer. Even if it’s for something small as stealing bread. Which I swear I haven’t done. Ever. I mean there was that time in school, but that was in school, and years ago too.

Point is, the law system for crimes was screwed up. Someone who stole bread could be in here for as long as a serial killer, which was just really unfair. I don’t understand how you can give the same punishment for stealing bread as you do to someone that kills. It’s immoral in my opinion. If you steal a night or two should be enough, maybe even a warning if it’s for something small like a loaf of bread.

Then again if someone is stealing bread that means it’s the kingdoms fault for not providing enough jobs or protection for their citizens. Vruviel doesn’t have an overwhelming amount of beggars or thieves, but they still exist. I feel like they have every right to steal bread every once and a while if they are so poor they don’t even have a house. Especially if it’s for a family.

But enough about my thoughts on the horrid system here, I don’t understand why I’m here. I’m a good citizen. Or well, at least that’s what I like to think.

I mean sure, there are a few times where I have gotten into trouble but it wasn’t anything that would’ve gotten me arrested. No rather it was just casting a spell I don’t know how to cast...or being a kid playing in the market and to say the least I was scrubbing floors for a month. My face scrunched up, at least I wasn’t chained to the wall like a certain skeleton friend beside me.

God what is Magus Arthur going to say? The thought of my Mentor rose my anxiety and frustration. He’ll kill me.

In an instant I stood up, jumping to the metal bars and kicking my feet against them, “let me out of here!”

I regretted that automatically, and ended up hopping on one foot, hands wrapped around the one I hit against the bars. God damn it. This sucks. First Magus caught me last night, then I got water poured on me, and now here I am in some stupid dungeon with a newly hurt right foot. Universe why must you hate me so?

I plopped back onto the cold cobble floor, crossing my legs and gritting my teeth. Iita better have told someone. How long have I been here? I really hope not long. I mean I don’t feel hungry, so can’t be that long...right?

Yeah, right.

I huffed again, I could just...break out?

I mean it’s not a bad idea.

What am I saying it’s a horrible idea. Magus would actually kill me.

I was pushed out of my thoughts of hatred for this situation by the hearing of footsteps, now’s my chance.

I pushed myself up, wrapping my hands around the metal bars and even trying to shake them a bit, “let me out! Let me out, let me out, let me out!!! ”

Well the universe can’t hate me that much cause the person who came down here was obviously here to get me, as the guard gave me a cold gaze while sliding the key into the lock of my cell.

“...let me out please?”

Click.

I just about jumped for joy, until I saw a different guard enter the cell, holding out any magic users worst nightmare. Magic Prevention Gauntlets. I’ve never worn them, just read about them after Magus had mentioned them in a lesson a few years back. Pretty much used on criminals who are able to use magic, it prevents them from doing anything that would help them. In regular hand-restraints a magic-user could get out without a sweat, but these have a spell only magic-users in the courts of Kingdoms know. The spell is Evanescent , just like the name means when you put your hands in these things...your magic just fades away, at least while they are in them. Outside it’s back, but from what I’ve read it’s a bit of an...interesting experience to go through.

The guard gave a cough and I almost jumped at the sudden noise, before taking a deep breath and reluctantly moving my hands towards the gauntlets. Magus really isn’t going to like hearing about this. God I hope he got home and Iita told him what happened, I really need the guy right now.

When my hands were fully encapsulated in the gauntlets the guard almost instinctively took a step back, for a moment I didn’t understand why, until the pain hit.

It felt like I was being torn in half, my legs wobbled and I fell to my knees, screaming in pain as tears from my eyes splashed against the cobble floor. It was like a part of me was being ripped out, and it hurt, so much. This wasn’t how it was described in the books, it was described to feel like a weight was gone, like you were lighter. It never mentioned this. This was...inhumane, it was torture. What could I have done to ever deserve this?

What could anyone have done to deserve this? No one deserves to feel like they are being ripped apart, to feel like your very being is being broken. It’s a horrific feeling that the book never could have readied me for, even if it had a correct description...I don’t think anyone would be ready to be put through this feeling.

The pain stopped suddenly, and I felt...empty. I didn’t feel complete. I felt numb almost, it was a sickening feeling. I also felt drained of energy, which had made me fall to the ground on my side, my cheek pushed against the cold cobble. Tears still streamed from my eyes.

I couldn’t feel anything.

I wasn’t given time to even take this in, and I was pulled up by my arms, being pushed out of the cell, I automatically hit the ground again. I felt like goo, but that of course didn’t matter as I was pulled up again, although this time the hands remained on me, and I was basically being dragged on the floor but what I assumed to be two guards. The hallway was dimly lit, and my eyelids felt heavy it just all, any ounce of energy I had was stripped from me. Because of these stupid gauntlets.

I was blinded by a bright light, only lifting my head slightly to see we were now outside, I guess I got one of the cells that wasn’t so far below...lucky me. I let my head slump back down though, this is going to be the last of me isn’t it? They’re probably taking me to a guillotine for something I don’t even know I did.

That was the worst thing really, I’m being tried for something I didn’t know I had done. It was garbage. Okay I’m assuming I’m being tried. I guess I could be jumping to conclusions, but it’s kinda hard not to when you’re in this sort of situation.

The blinding light went away and I assumed I was back indoors, okay so they probably dragged me through the courtyard. But that’s where the guillotine is so...am I not being killed? The thought gave me a small sense of hope, enough to inject energy into my limbs once more. I gained control of myself, and rather than continue to let the guards drag me actually use my own two legs to walk, they still though held onto my arms. I only noticed now how tight they were holding, it hurt like hell.

Now I usually don’t do illegal things, sure I gamble and get into trouble a bit but, I don’t want to end up in jail for something I didn’t do. There’s very little chance Magus has returned knowing him, and Iita isn’t the best at convincing, so the chances of getting out legally were slim to none, even if I’m not facing death by guillotine I rather take a risk than just give up like this.

Earlier I was foolish to not break out when I had a chance, it’d be foolish of me to not try to do the same now with what little strength was given back.

That’s it, no backing down now.

I threw myself against the guard on my left, it hurt because of the armor, but I knew I caught both of them by surprise from the noise that left their mouths, also their hands around my arms had left. The left guard though had crashed into the wall, and groaned, a smirk started on my face only to quickly leave when I heard the unsheathing of a sword. Shit.

I took that as my cue to begin running, although I went the way we had come as I don’t want to be anywhere near where they were taking me.

It was hard with my hands in the gauntlet in front of me, but adrenaline kicked in now and before I knew it I was greeted by blinding light again. I wasn’t out of the red yet though cause I could hear the clanking of the other guard swiftly behind me.

There had of course been people out in the courtyard, but it was mainly maids and a few, from what I assumed, royal visitors from other kingdoms. I again didn’t have much time to think, the clanking of feet still behind me. I continued running and pushed through the group of royals, all gasping and letting out cries of offense. I then ran down the open corridor just past them, inside once more.

I took two sharp right turns, a left, then up a spiral staircase, all the while pushing aside those in my way with my shoulder. It seemed from the noises behind me I was losing the guard a bit...or should I say guards? I’m fairly certain that by now he’s gotten reinforcements, which is probably logical to assume. Although I really hope not.

As I turned a corner I spotted a door open just a crack, sprinting to it I was able to enter before those following noticed. I knew they had left as I heard their footsteps run right past the door, although yet again I was not given much time to think when I turned around.

I was greeted by a very dressed up room, along with a very dressed up girl sitting at a vanity.

She let out a scream.

Lovely.

I ran around the bed to the vanity, trying to shush her, she instantaneously slapped me across the face, I’m sure it left a mark. Before given a chance to respond though she tackled me to the floor, sitting atop me and holding her hand up ready to slap me again if she needed to.

The girl was small but...she sure was strong. Then again everyone’s stronger than me.

“Who are you to dare barge in my room like that?” She questioned in a very cold and icy voice. Yikes.

I was only now getting a better look of her, and I knew all hope was lost when I had recognized the girl to be the one and only, Princess Abigail VII of Vruviel. The blonde hair and blues eyes didn’t really give it away, but the gold and ruby heart necklace is what did. I stiffened a bit, “erm...I am...uh…”

“Go on, spit it out.”

“Ever heard of uh...Magus Arthur?”

She rose a brow for a moment, “he’s part of the royal guard, so yes.”

I honestly forgot that my Mentor was, what with his sixth sense he’s a fantastic item to the guard, I didn’t think the Princess would pay attention to that sort of stuff though.

“I’m his uh...apprentice.”

“Since when did he take on apprentices?”

“I’m a special case.”

She rose a brow, “what do you mean?”

“Uh...not the point. Anyways, that’s who I am, the old man’s apprentice, you can call me Lita.”

The princess stared at me for a few moments, said few moments felt unbearable and I honestly wanted to die. But she eventually gave a slow nod, and got up, yanking my arm to bring me to my feet, it was really only then she had noticed the gauntlets. My face heated up with embarrassment, lucky me.

Although to my surprise she merely pushed me to sit down on the edge of the bed, before turning to her vanity, dug around in a drawer, before turning back to me. She kneeled a bit, and had a thing knife, along with a lock pick. Odd for a princess, but I won’t judge.

It had only been then that I realized what she was about to do.

“Oh that won’t wo-”

She seemingly ignored me and just automatically went to trying to pick the lock. Which was magically sealed, so I knew it wouldn’t work.

Again that’s what I thought until there was a click, and she removed the set of gauntlets. Suddenly everything was returned to me, it was like taking a big gulp of air after being suffocated, and it felt so good. I was still exhausted, and I looked at my hands shakily.

I looked at the blonde who had been awaiting a response, “thank you, Princess.”

Her cheeks got a small red tint, and she stood straight up again, scratching the back of her hair, “it’s no problem, darling. I can’t imagine what Sir Arthur would do if his apprentice was locked up in gauntlets, whoever did this to you will surely pay. I will find the guard that did this and fire them on the spot...also you don’t need to be so formal. Please,” she folded her hands together giving a soft smile, her blue eyes twinkling, “call me Abigail.”

My heart automatically felt like it had been squeezed, she was so nice. She didn’t even know half of the ordeal that I was going through, and I wasn’t a very good person so I didn’t deserve this kindness from her. I merely gave a nod though, “right, Abigail.”

She blinked, obviously expecting more before suddenly jumping up and down, she grabbed my hands holding them up with hers as a huge smile overtook her face, “I just had the loveliest idea! I am to have a ball in a few weeks, as my birthday is coming up, I shall be turning eighteen! My parents were wanting a Prince from the Sledora Dynasty to be my escort at the ball, but I really do not want to go with the man. He is much older than I am and I do not believe in...relationships of those types. I have a feeling they are wanting to marry me off to him, but since you are the apprentice of Magus Arthur I’m sure they would let you escort me!”

This was very sudden and my face had grown to the deepest shade of crimson there was. Was she...asking me to be her royal date? No no no, that can’t be. That would be ridiculous why would a Princess want me to escort her? All the while I was becoming more and more brain dead by the moment, it seemed to be worrying Abigail, who had promptly moved her hands from mine and to my shoulders, shaking me a bit.

“Lita! Lita are you okay? Lita! Hey, Lit-”

“Yes,” the word sputtered out of my mouth.

“What?”

I took a deep breath, standing up now and looking down into the blonds crystal blue eyes, my hands having moved to being rested on her waist.

“Yes, Princess Abigail the Seventh of Vruviel,” then being the master of smooth moves I am, no matter how flustered I was now, I removed a hand from my shoulder and brought her hand up to my lips to seal a kiss, “I accept your offer to be your escort if you’ll have me.”

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ryewi · 6 years

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When I’m with you I’m in Utopia [Chapter 7]

Summary: 9 years ago, the world split in two halves, Utopia and Dystopia. One of the laws allows citizens of both worlds to visit the other once in their lifetime, for a whole week, after which, they’re forced to return home. If by any chance, they don’t return, a death punishment is sentenced. Jeon Jungkook, a citizen of Dystopia seemed to be desperate enough to challenge that exact law.

Genre: Utopia!au, Dystopia!au, fluff, angst, drama, to be added~~

Words:1,6k

Warnings: none!

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Jeon Jungkook. It was his headshot.

“Can I please review the picture closer? My eyesight is pretty bad without glasses” Faith lied, buying herself enough time to think about how to get out of the situation. She extended her right hand, clutching tightly onto a grey doorknob with the left one. Hoping that these men won’t notice her slightly shaking, Faith brought the picture obnoxiously close to her face and pretended to scan the face of a boy she knew oh-too-well.

“Do you maybe have a name of this person?” She asked, squinting back at men in front, really trying to act out being half blind.

“Jeon Jungkook” Faith visibly cringed at the mention of his name. She couldn’t believe it. How long have they been searching for him? Has the chase started today or has Jungkook been running for a couple of days? So many questions flew through her mind and she sighed, finally giving back the headshot and shaking her head no.

“I’m sorry, I have no info to give out” Shrugging with her shoulders, Faith looked back at the open bathroom door and a shocked Jungkook staring right back. His eyes were glassy and he continuously shook his head as to say “please don’t give me out”.

“Really? Are you sure?” They pressed harder and that’s when Faith began to panic. They knew something.

“I am one hundred percent positive that I’ve never seen this man in my life and that you were the first ones to introduce me to him” She pushes on, ready to close the door any second, but while she wasn’t backing down, neither were they. It was unknown to her what they knew, or how they got their information, but she was ready to fight as long as their arguments weren’t stronger than her lies.

“We have a source that told us you’ve spent time and invited this man to this exact place, so miss, it would be better if you cooperate, you know the law”

Oh, the law. A piece of text that prohibited citizens from staying more than a week out of their world. A piece of text that made murder legal. Faith has only read about people being killed for breaking this exact law on the internet. It only applied to the other side, she never paid much attention to that, but it was never a fair decision in her head. Weren’t laws supposed to calm down the riots, prevent people from hurting each other and make the world a better place? Why would you kill an innocent being for wanting a to be free?

Then she remembered the second part of the text, as cruel as the other one.

“Anyone who helped the guilty, whether it was sheltering them in home of one’s own, or defending them in any kind of accusation related to their escape, will be treated as previously stated.”

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about, that source isn’t reliable and without any proof you can’t claim that I’ve done something. Why would I put my own life on the edge for someone I don't know?” Faith snorted in disbelief, provided acting seemed to be very convincing. She made a mental note to later pat herself of the shoulder for being such a natural talent.

Jungkook’s life was already on a thin line, but the moment she denied any more allegations, closed the door and slid down them, she knew that line now held two lives instead of one.

Faith looked in the direction of Jungkook, the boy now making his way over to her, steps hurried and mouth still hanging in disbelief. In that moment, Faith felt emotionless, even when her figure was captured in a cage of Jungkook’s strong arms, even when she was brought to his lap and talked to. The words entered through one and left through another ear, it was all a blur, her mind climbing Mount Everest, but at the same time laying relaxed on water’s surface.

When it all really hit her, Faith pushed him away, standing up and running back towards the bathroom. Is she really this stupid? Cold water on hot skin felt refreshing, making tingles spread throughout her whole body. Has she really put herself in this much danger for a stranger? But Jungkook isn’t a stranger, yet was he worth all of this? Should she just turn him in, plead for innocence and secure herself? You’re a fool, you can't plead now.

No, Jungkook wasn’t a stranger, he was just a lost boy. Her lost boy. It was peculiar, how should she carry this one? All the thoughts of Jungkook’s perfect smile, his precious curiosity and honey like voice. The way his singing and arms around her waist made her feel safe. How they looked and behaved next to each other. Was it possible for all of this to happen in just a span of a week? Were the feelings going to pass when fear and danger overtakes their body?

Jungkook tried to enter numerous times, knocking politely and waiting for a reply, which he never got. He respected that Faith needed her privacy, especially in this crucial moment. Why has she done that? Was he really this selfish?

Why would anyone feel affirmation towards a boy like Jungkook, a scumbag that pulled people into the hole he was in. Was it necessary to make someone risk their own life for his own sake? He was going to die anyway, but now she was going to be executed too.

Standing up, Jungkook made his way towards Faith's balcony, watching the beautiful view from 10th floor. The night was clear, chilly and windy, it was perfect. He could see cars moving on the highway far away, their headlights together appearing as one dot of light travelling on an invisible path. Voices of passerby in the main street below, barely made it in a shape of whispers to his ears, then disappeared as quick.

Jungkook played the instrumental of a song he really liked, Only Then, losing himself quick in calm and inviting notes. Before he knew it, Jungkook began singing, his voice slowly carried through the atmosphere.

It was no surprise that Faith managed to hear a small part through a partially opened window. It was no surprise that Jungkook’s singing managed to make her feel safe once again. A warm feeling travelled through her body, glassy eyes slowly turning back to normal.

Reluctantly, Faith opened the door, a loud squeak echoing through the hallway as a consequence of her actions. Scared that Jungkook will stop singing if she made any more noise, Faith stopped dead in tracks, but fortunately, he seemed to continue performing, evidently unbothered.

Tip-toeing through the dark living room, Faith stood by the balcony door, watching Jungkook with devotion. He was breathtaking, she thought, he is the one.

Then again, was he? Was he really someone she wanted to wake up to? How do you develop feelings for someone like Jungkook? Faith couldn’t stop doubting all of her thoughts, especially being who she is. It wasn't easy for her to develop strong feelings, it was all push and pull, until Jungkook appeared.

She continued listening this beautiful song, high notes sending shivers down her spine. Faith could imagine Jungkook protectively, but tenderly, holding her in his arms, singing quietly as they both enjoyed the sunset. She could imagine waking up to a pair of sincere eyes already looking back.

Faith was so lost, well enough to not notice the song finishing and him turning towards her, smiling. Just when Jungkook stood up, now eye level with the other, she shook off her daze.

“Get inside, it’s getting cold” Faith mumbled, turning on her heel and walking towards the kitchen, suddenly craving some blueberry juice. She didn’t notice Jungkook following until his taller frame towered over hers, reaching for a glass on the top shelf.

Setting it aside in the same time as Faith, he cleaned his throat, silently (or not so) asking for her attention. Responding and turning around, Faith tried to stay emotionless standing just a few inches away from the other. Jungkook’s breath fanned over nose, tickling, after which she tried to stifle a giggle.

“I can’t thank you enough” He began, locking eyes and suddenly sounding much softer. Laughing to himself, Jungkook carefully picked up a small hand in his, caressing it with his thumb.

“I don’t know why you did that” Continuing, his voice started breaking. Jungkook wasn’t close to crying this time, it was only that the timeline of events still seemed unreal. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, I only know that I’m a selfish prick that somehow felt like it was a good idea to bring someone else in too and I-”

Suddenly, like a gunshot in the woods, Faith moved forwards and connected their lips. Jungkook apparently picked up the pieces of the puzzle fast enough, his hands quickly making its way around Faith’s waist and lifting her up on to the counter. He was an amazing kisser and she hated him for being a man with great qualities in every field.

They seemed to part for just a second to catch their breaths before Jungkook kissed her again. He was clueless as to why huge relief washed over him, or why he unconsciously pressed her hips closer to his, but he was afraid to let go. Jungkook feared that maybe after this it would all be over, that this was just heat of a moment, but at the same time, he hoped that it was.

Faith was the first one to let go, smiling and biting on her lower lip, declining to look up. Jungkook’s hand slowly made it up to her chin, lifting it up. Galaxies weren’t a powerful enough term to describe what was going in inside Faith’s eyes. Galaxies, collision, world reborn.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer and resting her head in the crook of Jungkook's neck.

“Jeon Jungkook, I hope this will be worth it”

“It will, I promise you darling”

AN: Just don’t get your hopes up too high with romance my dudes

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mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes · 6 years

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Help Me Out: Part 5

Summary: Your sister is getting married, and you desperately need a ‘boyfriend’ to bring to the wedding to get your family off your back. And maybe show your scumbag ex-boyfriend that you were fine without him. It seemed like the perfect plan, as long as you could get Bucky to go along with it, and try not to fall in love along the way.

Word Count: 1112

Warnings: Language, smut in future chapters

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for taking so damn long to update but I’ve been busy and had a serious case of writers block! Thank you all so much for the feedback and I hope you enjoy!!

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You tipped your glass back and drained the rest of your drink, hoping it would calm your nerves. You motioned at the bartender for another one and turned in your seat to look out at the water. This place really was beautiful and it still felt a bit surreal that you were here. The sun was hot on your face, but the slight breeze cooled the air just enough to make it comfortable. A splash caught your attention and you looked for the source of it, your heart hammering in your chest at the glorious sight before you.

Bucky was emerging from the water, and you clenched your jaw. It was like porn, and you swear time slowed down like it was in a cheesy romance movie. You couldn’t tear your gaze away as you looked him over. His shoulder length hair was slicked back and dripping, drops of water sliding down his face and torso. His metal arm shone in the sunlight and your eyes traced over the spot where metal met flesh. The scars were still angry looking, red and raised, but it just made him more beautiful. Your gaze trailed to his toned chest, then down to the sculpted muscles on his stomach, accented by the ridiculous v lines on his hips. Your mouth went bone dry at the way his swim trunks clung to his muscular thighs, and in between, leaving little to the imagination. Fuck, it should be illegal to look like that, you though, swallowing the lump in your throat. You suddenly felt too hot, and it had nothing to do with the sun. You dragged your gaze back up his body and you could have died from embarrassment when you realized he had caught you staring, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You quickly spun back around, muttering a curse to yourself.

“You should jump in. The water’s beautiful.” Bucky said, taking a seat next to you at the bar. You shrugged, opening your mouth to reply when you heard your name being called. You glanced over Bucky’s shoulder, smiling when you saw your Aunt Judy waving at you as she crossed the beach. You leapt from your seat, jogging over to her and embracing her tightly.

“Auntie, I missed you so much.” You said, the sound of your voice muffled by her hair. She chuckled, squeezing you before pulling away and taking your face in her hands. You took a moment to look at her, frowning a bit at her pale skin. She looked so much older than she was. Her hair was pulled back at the base of her neck, the color more grey than brown now. Her kind eyes had wrinkles around them and you could see the dark circles under them, despite her attempts to conceal them. She looked….sick.

“Oh, Y/N, you look beautiful. Life without that twat Carter is doing wonders for you.” You snorted and rolled your eyes at her crudeness.

“Auntie, are you alright?” you asked, looking her over again. She clicked her tongue, waving you off.

“Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart.” She said, looking over your shoulder. You opened your mouth to push her, but she raised an eyebrow, her eyes moving back to you. “I see you brought company.” You mentally smacked yourself, having almost completely forgot about Bucky. You turned back to the bar to find Bucky approaching, a charming smile plastered on his face. When he reached us, he smiled even wider and Judy.

“You must be Y/N’s Aunt Judy. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” He said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Your jaw dropped when a light blush dusted her cheeks. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s lovely to finally meet you.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, James.” She said, a bit breathlessly as she shot me a ‘well done’ look that had me groaning. You watched as Judy looked him over once, her eyes lingering on his metal arm, but Bucky didn’t so much as flinch as she studied him. She met his gaze and her demeanor changed. “You better be taking good care of her, James. I don’t know what she’s told you of her last serious boyfriend, but he was shit and I won’t allow her to be hurt like that again.” Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, glancing up at Bucky who was meeting Judy’s stare.

“I know enough about her last boyfriend, and I can promise you that I am nothing like him. Although, I should find him and thank him for being an idiot. He let go of the best thing that would ever happen to him. I don’t plan on making that same mistake.” He said without missing a beat. Your heart hammered in your chest as Bucky put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at our lips. You tilted your head back to look up at him and your head swam as he beamed down at you, the smile making your knees wobble. You looked back at Judy who had been watching Bucky carefully. She studied him for a moment longer before she nodded.

“Good. She deserves the best.” She said, taking a step forward and pulling a very surprised Bucky into a tight hug. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at his shocked expression as he hugged her back gently. She pulled away and winked at him, making him chuckle. “You two go back to having fun. We’ll get dinner tonight. I’m two cabins down from you two lovebirds, so keep it down at night!”

“Auntie!” you groaned as she turned and headed back down the beach, waving over he shoulder.

“I like her.” Bucky said as she disappeared into her cabin.

“She seems to like you too, but I knew she would.” You said, looking up at him and smiling softly.

“Well, I’d like to keep it that way, so we gotta make sure you don’t make too much noise tonight.” He teased, laughing when you smacked his arm. “You wound me.” He said, rubbing his arm jokingly before slinging it over your shoulder and pulling you into him again. You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist, trying to calm your racing heart. Maybe it was the environment, or maybe you were just going crazy, but you were almost positive that Bucky was hitting on you. And you weren’t sure if that was terrifying or exciting. All you did know was that it was going to one interesting weekend.

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sparkknightella · 7 years

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Girlfriend or Girl That’s a Friend? (pt1)

i came up w this piece of garbage bc i listened to flaming hot cheetos :)

warnings: none?? idk bev calls herself an addict and there’s a breif mention of her dad being a scumbag

They’re all 16-17 in this!!! it’s gonna be sfw but i feel the need to mention that

part 2

•••••••••

Bill had been hanging around a girl from their soc class far too much and Stan was getting tired of it. He’d been fine the first few days, he loved the other losers and enjoyed hanging out with them, but without Bill a lot of the motivation to get up and go out had gone with the wind.

“Stanny Boy!” Richie called down the busy hallway. “We’re all going to the barrens, you wanna come?”

“Is B-“

“Yes, Bill will be there, I asked him before finding you cause I knew you wouldn’t give a damn otherwise. And no, his lady friend won’t be there, I asked that too.”

Stan was grateful Richie knew him so well, despite how annoying the trashmouth could be. He was also glad he wasn’t making a big deal about his crush on Bill, as he worried Richie would, since Richie is... Richie.

“West entrance after school, be there!”

•

Stan found himself anxiously awaiting the final bell. He was watching the clock like he never had before. It got to the point where the teacher asked him if he had somewhere he needed to be. No ma’am, I’m sorry. Just zoned out.

At last the bell rang and Stan packed up, practically throwing his papers into his bag and rushing out the door. He then realized how strange it would look if he arrived at the west entrance gasping for breath (since he felt a strong urge to run across the school to the west entrance), and slowed down significantly.

He walked and felt a long, muscular arm wrap around his shoulders. “Stan the man,” Mike laughed, pulling Stan in for an awkward sideways hug.

“You coming to the barrens?” Stan asked, smiling at Mike, who, though perpetually busy, always made time for the Losers.

“I may meet up with you guys later, dad still has some stuff he needs me to do around the house. Namely getting our truck up and running.” He laughed and let Stan go, waving and cutting down a hall towards the front of the school.

Stan wondered how he’d never had feelings for Mike. He was strong, athletic, had a strong work ethic and knew what he wanted in life. Mike was the most stable out of the Losers, always consistent in the support he gave everyone, never letting anything (besides his parents) come between them. But Stan figured that he’d been too wrapped up in his Bill-crush to even glance at other suitors.

He opened the doors and saw Richie and Eddie standing there, along with Ben, who was clearly waiting for Beverly to pop out of the doors.

“Ben, you could at least pretend to be happy to see me,” Stan said, unchaining his bike.

“Up yours, she’s been smoking like a motherfucker all day. Something happened. God forbid I’m worried.”

“Chill Ben, I think that was Stan’s attempt at a joke, react like that and he’ll never try again.”

“Beep beep Richie.” Ben replied, rushing up the steps to meet Bev.

“Do you really think something happened?” Eddie asked, trying not to stare at the two, who had walked a few paces away.

“Probably, you know what a scumbag her dad is, that’s why she has Ben. To have and to hold and to hide at his house whenever her dad tries anything.”

“Dude, shut the hell up,” Bev said, walking back over and joining the group. She shoved Richie’s head playfully and handed him a cigarette. The rest of the losers noses scrunched. “Nothing happened, I just happen to be an addict.”

“That’s not a casual thing, Bev! They’re saying that those kill you!” Eddie screeched, snatching the cigarette out of Richie’s mouth and pocketing it but not daring to do so to Beverly.

“That’s a crock of shit and we all know it.”

“What’s a crock of shit?” Bill’s voice cut through the retort forming in Stan’s throat.

“Nothing, we all ready to go?” Bev said, hopping on her bike.

The rest of the losers situated themselves and off they went, riding through neighborhoods and whooping as loud as they could and seeing who could make it to the barrens first.

“Oh, shit!” Richie, who was unable to stop himself upon arriving, soared right into the water, flipping over his handlebars and landing about 10 feet from where his bike was caught in the mud. He resurfaced, spitting out water and gasping.

The rest of the losers were doubled over, wishing they could watch that moment on a loop for the rest of time. Eddie was on the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling on his back. Every time any of them got close to calming down, they looked up to see Richie panicking and trying to pull his bike out of the spot where it now was sinking in the mud.

•

They spent the rest of the day swimming, trying to finally build the dam they never finished as kids, and pulling a very unwilling Mike into the water.

As the sun set, all of them knew they didn’t want to go home, so they moved some of the bigger rocks from their failed dam and made a circle. Everyone went and grabbed some sticks and they had a makeshift bonfire.

“So, Big Bill, how’re things going with the girl you’ve been ditching us for?” Bev looked up from poking at the fire, the accusation in her voice unmistakable.

Stan cursed Bev internally. Why bring that shit up? They were having an amazing night, laughing, Bill kept cuffing his shoulder and each time Stan felt as if he had just swallowed lightning. And now, he couldn’t stop staring at the way the flickering light made Bill look, every time Bill caught him a mountain inside of him erupted.

“I haven’t been ditching you guys, she’s my girlfriend, I’ve gotta make t-“

Stan was sent reeling. Girlfriend? “Girlfriend?” he said without realizing. “Or girl that’s a friend?” he recovered quickly, trying simultaneously not to scream at the top of his lungs and not to run off into the woods.

“G-girlfriend..” Bill was getting nervous, his friends should be happy for him, not sounding angry and hurt and... betrayed? Could that have been what he heard in Stan’s voice? No, what could Stan feel betrayed about?

As these thoughts raced through Bill’s mind, he neglected to notice Stan stand up, make some bullshit excuse, and ride off in the direction of town. He also didn’t notice all the losers follow after him. All of them but Richie.

“You’re a blind son a bitch.” Richie threw his glasses at Bill. “You clearly need those more than me.”

Bill stared in disbelief as Richie mounted his bike and almost ran into a tree before righting himself and riding off towards the sound of their other friends’ voices.

•

Stan didn’t get very far before Beverly cut in front of him, giving the others time to surround him. He quickly wiped his eyes and tried to make himself look somewhat composed. Of course we had to stop right under a street light. Fucking perfect.

Bev let her bike fall as she walked over to Stan. “Did you really think we were gonna let you run away?” she smiled and took Stan into her thin arms, pressing his head against her chest and running her fingers through his curls in a motherly way. “Bill’s clueless. Besides, you could do so much better. He’s stuck in his childhood, c’mon he still says ‘hiyo silver awaaay!’ any time he rides that stupid bike of his.”

Stan smiled, his chest warming at the thought of Bill’s dumb grin every time he rode his bike. For the briefest moment, he was the old Bill, you could see it in his eyes. Before the worry and overthinking started again and that glorious inside-face of his was covered back up.

“Do you need our help avoiding him?” Ben asked, lightly touching Stan’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we could pull a secret service and surround you. No mere mortal shall bask in your presence.” Richie called out, letting his bike slide out from under him and joining the awkward hug session.

Quickly Mike and Eddie ran over, joining the huddle and giving Stan reasons that Bill was an ass and how much more he deserved.

Stan laughed and let himself take a moment to appreciate his best friends. “You guys are the be-“

“S-Stan!” a new voice joined the murmuring of love and respect that the losers were having.

Ben peeked his head out and whispered “Wall up, losers.” And that’s just what they did. Mike linked arms with Eddie who linked arms with Richie who linked arms with Ben.

“Guy’s we aren’t covering the whole street he can just go around us.” Eddie said nervously.

“Fuck,” MikeRichieBen muttered and quickly set out moving their bikes to cover the rest of the road.

“Okay, wall up for real this time, losers!” Ben said triumphantly, forming their chain once again.

Bill skidded to a stop. “Seriously? I don’t even know w-wha-what I did! How are you all going to guh-gang up on me?”

“Like it isn’t obvious that Stan’s head over heels for you!”

“Richie!”

“Sorry Stan, but it’s true! We’ve watched you make goo-goo eyes at the guy for years and we just witnessed him break your heart and he’s still clueless? Sounds like bullshit.”

“S-Stan, is that true?” Bill started.

Stan shrugged Beverly off of him and gave her a grateful look before parting the wall of boy like Moses parted the sea.

“Yes, I think I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve realized.” Bill moved towards Stan, reached to grab his hand but Stan shuffled backwards. “Every time I saw you with that girl, it made my blood boil and my heart race and my breathing to catch. I was hoping one day you’d see me and realize that you’d loved me more than you could ever imagine loving her,” Stan’s voice caught. “But I know now that that’s not the case. She sets your heart off the same way you set mine off.”

And with that, Stan turned around, picked up his bike and rode off, knowing the other losers would stay there until they thought he was too far for Bill to catch up with.

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– mod– I’ll add to the comments as usual. Anon: The DM ran photos of DK in the exact same outfit with the exact same shopping bags iSaturday – walking alone. Check it out. No way she wore the identical outfit and had the same bags yesterday. The story conveniently tags them as yesterday when it was known N was back in NYC. The “getaway” makes for a much better story than 2 friends hanging out like he’s done with several female friends in the past few weeks (Ira, Jarah, Liz) – and been photographed with them too. These pics were set up.

Anon: what is everyone talking about with norman and what did this DK woman do? i’m late and curious because i really don’t want to find a way to dislike norman

Anon: grooooooooossssssssssssss. well if the other rumours are true, she wants a baby w him.

Normansweetpie: I honestly am surprised about Norman and Diane. And to the person that said Norman is a horrible person, you’re wrong. Norman liked Diane and I believe that Norman can do whatever he wants to do with his life. If Norman wants to date Diane, that’s fine.

Anon: So he is w a disgusting famewhoere. completely changes the way i see him. bye bye norman, no longer your fan (and im a lesbian, so this isn’t butthurt shit here)

Anon: If this is true, I don’t want to go to WSC London now. I don’t feel like meeting him if he has been lying to us this whole time.

Anon: Norman has to address this. He’s getting so much hate. I hope he shuts it down. Please Norman say it’s not true.

Anon: I can’t believe he lied to us. If this really is true, then everything he says is bullshit.

Anon: Mod, I am at a loss how this whole narrative in the NR fandom went from “DK is vile, they’re not friends ” to “DK is vile they’re definitely not dating cuz NR is sweet and great” to “They’re dating! They’re both vile!”…. Like, where is this coming from? Norman’s own fans would rather believe he’s some sort of vile scumbag than the alternative that maybe, just maybe 1) NR and DK are both decent people? And 2) none of us knows the private details of when/how they got together?

Anon: Mod in your opinion do you think he would have done that? He did things that made us believe he was single so do you think he was really lying to us the whole time? I want to cry if he was. I thought he was different. Do you think there’s a chance that he is just friends with her?

Anon: Just friends my ass. They’ve been together off and on for over a year. Time for fans to take off the delusional glasses and accept it. He’s a good ACTOR, isn’t he?

Anon: II thought that if this happened I would feel angry and sad and disappointed. But I feel relaxed and calm and I wish Norman finally have found the woman that will stay with him till the end. I feel really happy for him.

Anon: I hope that Norman realizes that Diane probably called the paparazzi and set that whole thing up so they would finally be outed as a couple. She is a real piece of work.

Anon: A few choice words like unwise, irresponsible, childish, selfish, asinine, and dishonest, as well as many more like them are all coming to mind right now.

Anon: I know it’s his life but I think he needs to say or do something for his fans now. Just like when he shut down the EK rumor. Btw, TMZ also reported that as official too, if I recall and that was never true either. Please say something about the truth of this, Norman

Anon: In the midst of this DK stuff, someone on Facebook who works at LaGuardia airport says she talked to Norman at work today. Do you know if he’s heading somewhere?

Anon: What had Diane done and why does everyone hate her?

Anon: I am an extremely disappointed… I was gonna say fan, but I can no longer even bring myself to write that much less say it. What an effing nightmare. Seriously, I’m not sure if Norman could make a more foolish decision.

Anon: I want to be clear this is not a DK hate (or even dislike) post. I have to say I find it a bit ironic of NR fans blaming the trash mags for NR not being able to “live his personal life”. If I’m not mistaken didn’t the pap pics originate in daily mail? Doesn’t DK and her people have a deal with them and they set up pics all the time? So I’m assuming DK or both of them are courting this attention, yes? I think we need PR wife again, lol.

Anon: Ok wait, it doesn’t have to mean they are together. She could have been hanging with him like he does with a lot of his female friends. And I stil think the pics are only one day. Not a “weekend getaway” I really hope he says something now, though. This back and forth is too much. I pray it’s friendship and nothing more because I don’t want to have to stop supporting him. Say something Norman.

Anon:  I cannot think of a single nice thing to say about Norman right now and I’m not sure I will ever be able to again. Anon: Dont you think that this is kinda ridicilous , this whole dk / nr is going on since 2015 , if they were together , they would already admit that and dont forget joshua and diane broke up a long time ago , so nr and her had a long time chance to admit it 🙄(sorry my english is not very good )  

Susa206: Everybody should calm down! In my opinion it´s obviously, that they are a couple. I think we don´t have the right to judge about his or her life! Nobody knows what really happened between DK and her former boyfriend….. I never liked her … but the most important thing, is that he is happy…. and we have to accept his choice…. ( sorry again for my bad english)

Anon: So are we to believe they have been so careful to not be seen out together in more than a year and now they are caught in his parking garage? Set up

Anon: she is just so unlikeable. ive read her interviews and seen her interviews. she is not likeable. this is bad new for his brand, but its his life. i know i won’t tune into anything he does if she is accompanying him or being mentioned. i know celebs are humans, but i also consider them brands that i choose to consume. ive no interest in using my money & attention to help her brand, and won’t consume anything she is attached to. sorry normski, not interested if you come w her as an add on

Anon: But hold on remember when he was photographed with Elsa Hosk? and they aren’t together. I know because of DK, it’s strange but I don’t think it proves it yet. Until Norman comes out and says it.

Anon: Mod , i would like to help you a bit. I also dont believe that they are together , in fact i do believe Diane might have a crush on Norman (who not) and im sure Norman knows that , but it seems he is enjoying his single life and told her that , and still wants to hang out as friends with her , because why not? Maybe they were out having dinner , maybe he or she made dinner at their homes! 😊( just what i think about the whole dk/n thing)

Anon: this norman stuff with TMZ, is utter bullshit. they are probably just friends and so what if they are dating, they should be happy that they are happy.

Anon: Mod , it seems you doubt about if they are friends or not ….

Anon: Mod, do you think they really are together or do you think the friends theory is possible? I just want to cry if it’s true. It’s not that he’s with someone but that it could be her! I hate her. She is nothing like him she is so full of herself and now he looks like a cheater and a liar. I didn’t think he was anything like that but now he looks like such a fake person. Not who he said he was to his fans. I’m so sad. What do you think Mod??

Anon: If them unloading a car together is the smoking gun on their relationship… damn! I am in a relationship with a bunch of cab drivers! Dammit… and here I am thinking I’m single!  

Rebellacycle: I’m sorry I’m laughing at a lot of this this man can’t be any where near a woman or his female fan loose their shit “ oh he’s with her no ” if he is dating her at least she is close to his age if she slept with him I’d hi- five her good for you Diane 😂🤣💪🏹 let him live his life I don’t know her we really as fans don’t know the both of them it’s his and her business if they are dating or not what ever and I would love to be at his next convention to see if these “ fans ” ask him about it

Anon: Sorry!! I meant good luck to HIM. I want the man to be happt but she is just YUCK. My bad. You always rule. I’m going to drink whiskey til I puke this weekend. Why do I care? I have no clue but am just disappointed.

Anon: Can someone post the pics of DK that are supposedly from Saturday, please. Also, are those pics on tmz from yesterday or Thursday. I’m confused!

Anon: Sooooooo are they together or were they just carpooling to like Whole Foods and Best Buy or something?

Anon: I’m done with NR. Cannot support this disgraceful behaviour whatsoever. More to the point how can he be okay with a supposed partner calling the paps on them? Entire thing is a mess. he is not who he pretends he was.

Anon: NR and DK kept their relationship hidden this long because they knew people would never forget about how their relationship got started (cheating) and they knew if they went public they would be one of the most hated couples in Hollywood. I seriously want to throw up she is such a horrid human being. N has developed really shit taste in women.

Anon: Here it goes. Seems like we finally got our proof and Norman and DK came out and made it public finally. They are together. You can’t tell me she’s just a friend cruising around with him and unloading his car. Not after all. I’m so disgusted, I almost vomited. I can’t believe Norman fell for this woman. I’m SO SO disappointed and disgusted! 😞

Anon: Those two horrible people deserve each other. And they deserve every ounce of hate that they get as long as they are together.

Anon: Isn’t there a simple way to clear it up? One or both of their reps will confirm or deny the rumors, right? NR had to do that with the EK thing. Plus I think isn’t DK going to LA for Oscar weekend stuff? If she gives any interviews I’m sure they’d ask about this, right?

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