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leonscape · 2 years

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“The Happiest Birthday”

Leon Birthday ‘22; Leon x OC

Something I wrote for Leon’s birthday. I did post a Leon thought on his birthday, but I didn’t post this here. If you haven’t read my previous posts, Irene is an OC of mine. I was rushing to finish this the night before his bday but I think it turned out okay.

Enjoy :D

Leon patiently waited for the time to pass. He visited Yves in the kitchen, checking in on his “epic birthday cake plans”. Licht was also there overseeing said epic plans. However, Yves shooed Leon away, saying that it was still in progress and that he shouldn’t disturb his masterpiece. Leon wandered his way through the palace where he eventually ran into Jin who wished him a quick happy birthday. His older brother then walked off muttering something about being late for a date. Chevalier was probably too busy reading a book, while Clavis was off somewhere looking for entertainment. Nokto could’ve been anywhere and Luke was definitely taking a nap in the garden. Everyone’s the same as they’ve always been each year. But somehow, Leon felt lonelier this year. Leon continued to wander aimlessly, offering palace staff kind smiles. Everything was so lively as they prepared for a birthday celebration. It wasn’t particularly exciting to him; it was just another day. “Leon!” A voice called out to him. He flicked his gaze up and his eyes immediately lit up. Irene ran to him and tackled him into a hug. “Happy birthday, Leon!” “You’re here.” Leon smiled with relief. “Yup! Of course I am,” she giggled. Hearing her laugh made his heart burst with warmth and joy. A tingly sensation coursed through his body and he shuddered. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered and he tightened his grasp. “I hope you’re not doing anything for the rest of the day,” she said, holding up a picnic basket. “Nope, I’m off today,” Leon replied. “Good, let’s go!”

Irene brought Leon to their special secluded place. The calm grassy clearing was surrounded by trees and littered with all kinds of wildflowers. The wind gently blew a cool summer breeze as the sun continued to provide its warmth. From their spot, they overlooked a small portion of the peaceful town below.

After picking a place to lay the blanket down, Irene excitedly opened her basket and took out a neatly wrapped package. “This sandwich is for you. I didn’t know what kind of sandwiches you liked so I made a bunch of them for you to try.” “You made this just for me?” Leon looked at the sandwich fondly. “Yup! I also prepared some fresh fruits for you.” Irene presented him with apple slices, grapes, assorted berries, and even diced watermelon. “These are all of my favorite fruits and I wanted to share them with you.” “Thank you for all of this. It means a lot to me,” Leon said. She blushed at his gratitude; a subtle pink settled on her cheeks and spread to her ears. “Yeah…” she struggled to get any more words out. Irene carefully unwrapped her own sandwich and took a large bite. Her cheeks puffed when she chewed and she smiled so hard her eyes disappeared. How cute, Leon thought. “What kind of sandwich is that?” he asked. “Egg,” she replies. “With strawberry jam? And is that… coleslaw?” Leon inspected her sandwich further. She sheepishly nodded. “What an interesting combination. You should show it to Clavis.” “Sure,” she mumbled and munched on her sandwich in embarrassment. “You’re doing that thing again.” “Huh?” “Answering with only one word.” “Oh—” Leon chuckled, “Is it because you’re embarrassed?” She gave a tiny nod. “Heh, you’re so adorable.” he grinned. Flustered, she said, “eat!” Leon smiled proudly to himself, feeling accomplished for learning more about her habits. Eventually, they fell into a comfortable conversation. He could listen to her talk all day about nothing in particular. “So when’s your birthday?” Leon asked. “It’s a secret,” Irene answered. “What? You know when mine is, so it’s only fair if you tell me yours,” he said. “I’ll tell you later, if you remember to ask me,” she promises. “Nothing’s ever easy with you,” he playfully sighed. “If I don’t tell you now, then you’ll have to ask me later. That means we’ll get to have another conversation, and I’ll get to talk to you again,” she explained, “it worked on you the first time.” “I never thought about it that way,” he said with a thoughtful expression, “but I’ll ask you again tomorrow. I hope it’s not too far away from mine.” “I’m not going to give you any hints!” she said firmly. “Anyways, I have another thing for you.” Irene dives back into her picnic basket and pulls out a tiny little cake. The cake is round and small enough to perfectly fit in the palm of her outstretched hand. There’s a messily piped red rose in the center with two frosted green leaves on either side. “I’m not good at decorating cakes, but I tried my best,” she said honestly. There was a soft smile on her face as she reflected on her work. “This is the perfect cake, thank you so much,” he said, affection swelling in his chest, “I love it!” “I’m glad,” she said with a relieved sigh. “Do you know how many tries it took me? It still looks horrible.” He took the tiny cake into his hands, cherishing it, admiring the decorations. Giving a short pause, he proceeded to bite directly into the cake. “Leon!” she exclaimed. “Mmmh, chocolate cake. Yummy.” he grinned. Irene went back into the basket and brought a napkin up to wipe the corners of his mouth. She quickly averted her gaze, awkwardly fiddling with the napkin. “So, umm…” His fingers gently gripped her chin and directed her attention back to him. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Mhmm,” she hummed. Her eyes were wide and innocent, but full of nervousness. Sitting in front of him was an opportunity he could not pass up. Cautiously, he drew his face closer to hers. Both of their eyes fluttered shut. Their lips closed in on each other. Two hearts beat as one. When they pulled away, Leon was the first to speak up, “I loved everything you made me. But that was absolutely my favorite present.” “…Embarrassing…” she hid her face. “Aww, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I enjoyed it.” “Good.” “Did you like it too?” “Yes.” Leon tugged at her hands that covered her bushing cheeks. “It’s just me. You don’t have to be ashamed or anything,” he said. She took her hands away. “Um… We should be getting back...”

Night fell and the big celebration began. The ballroom was filled with nobles of every rank. They shared drinks and food, smiling at one another while wishing the fourth prince a happy birthday. Irene was huddled in a corner talking to Yves and Licht. Meanwhile Leon was across the room at the center of the crowd. His gaze would drift its way back over to Irene. Yves was blushing while Irene laughed. Licht shook his head at the other two—with a secret smile playing on his lips. “Excuse me,” Leon politely escaped from conversation. He made his way over to the trio and when Yves noticed, he put on his haughty expression. “There you are Leon! How long were you going to leave Irene all alone!” Yves placed his hands on his hips. “You have to make up for this!” “Yves, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal, and besides, I had you and Licht to keep me company,” Irene said. “No, no, Yves is right. I have to make it up to you,” Leon said. He held out his hand and flashed his charming smile. “My Lady, would you do me the honor of sharing the first dance?” Irene put her hand in his. “Of course.” The couple ended up spending nearly the whole night dancing. When the night came to a close, Leon carried a sleepy Irene to his room. “I had fun dancing with you,” he said. A yawn escaped her lips and she said, “Me too.” “You’re quite the dancer too,” he chuckled into her ear. “Hehe. So are you,” she giggled, “Let’s do it every year.” “I’d like that.” When they arrived at his room, he placed her on his bed and immediately took off her shoes. Her feet were blistered, having been rubbing against her shoe from all that dancing. “It was worth it. Every minute dancing with you… I’m glad I did,” she sleepily mumbled. “Don’t fall asleep yet, let’s get you out of this dress.” Leon pulled at her clothes. “Isn’t that more comfortable?” She hummed in satisfaction. He finished tucking her in and she was already sound asleep. His eyes were dropping too, but he wanted to stay up for just a bit longer. Watching her sleep brought a peacefulness to him. Knowing that she was there, safe in his presence, was the best gift he could ever ask for. Brushing stray hairs out of her face, he bid her good night, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

#leonscape’s ikemen prince au #ikemen prince #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #the leon agenda #now i feel cringey #dont ask me why i decided leon should just take a huge bite out of the mini cake #today's actually my birthday as im posting this #i did have a sandwich for lunch today too

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popponn · 8 months

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seagull t-shirt. [itoshi sae x reader]

notes: happy bday sae. i didnt expect to fall for you yet here we are. his personality is really funny if you actually think about it. writing him impulsively with deadline haunting you is a funny break to have. anyway here is a fic about lovesick idiots who didnt realize how disgusting they are (rin is the main victim). warning: mild cursing. fluff rom com (almost crack-ish), post canon au (where itoshi bros relationship got better), please do not take this too seriously as i did not, sae is kind of smitten, written with f!reader in mind but could be read as gn!reader.

According to Rin, Sae is the worst kind of guy to be around with whenever you get involved.

Of course, when the younger complained—or, more precisely, bitched—about this to you, as if he was asking you to do something about it, you didn’t really get it. Sae is Sae, even when he was with you, you thought. He is as dry and blunt as ever—so you truly wondered if the difference was that much anyway.

Not to say, Rin probably wouldn’t understand how hard it was to get Sae to do lovey-dovey stuff with you. And no matter how much you love Sae, objectively you would never recommend him as a boyfriend. Or even as a friend, actually.

Sae always gets so stiff when you suddenly hold his hand in public at first—it got better, though not by much. Sae is also terrible to ask for advice—he is better off as a great listener, but Sae often comments so that too was crossed off the list. Also, there is the fact that Sae is a perfectionist athlete boyfriend who would stare at you like some possessed, expensive cat if you didn’t go with him on a morning jog.

Put simply, your boyfriend—while lovely in his own, kind of weird way—is one nosy, high-maintenance, complicated piece of shit, if you must review him objectively.

“You are fucking dumb,” Rin spitted at you after your explanation.

“Huh?”

“That tacky bird shirt,” Rin said as he browsed through his bookshelf. “The ug—the one with weird face.”

You tried to remember which one Rin meant. You did buy Sae many weird stuffs. Then, you remember the seagull one, “Oh! Is it the dancing seagull shirt?”

Rin groaned so loudly you were worried he would cry somehow. “That one.”

“It’s cute. It’s Sae’s favorite animals too!” you recalled it was also something you bought half as April fool joke and half as new pajamas. Not that Sae knew about that.

“He wore that to practice and nearly got into fight for it,” Rin said blandly.

“…what?”

“Some dumbass called it ugly to his face and shitty brother snapped,” Rin continued, deadpan all while taking out a thick book from his shelf.

You laughed nervously at that, “Like, he demolished them in soccer, right? As usual? You know how Sae gets some—”

“He called them fuckass and several other things to their face,” Rin cut you off. “He nearly got benched for saying all that before the match.”

At that, you felt yourself drawing into a literal pause. If Rin decided to censor what Sae said into ‘several other things’ while said ‘those things’ almost got your prodigy of mid-fielder benched in an environment where calling people turds or roaches are the norm—what the hell did Sae say?

“…I’m glad he didn’t then!” you exclaimed cheerfully, making a silent note to yourself to talk about this to Sae later at home. You never heard of this from him. “Look at Sae—balancing soccer duties and boyfriend duties! Even though it was over a shirt.”

Was this when he suddenly got clingy last month? Or was it when he suddenly made you wear only his clothes at home for a full week? Or was this when he suddenly offered to buy you a new furniture set?

Sae really is a mysterious man—in the way that he really likes to do or say something beyond your reason sometimes.

Talk about your questionable taste in men.

“…fuck it,” Rin muttered under his breath, throwing the thick book in his hand toward you. “You are just as bad as him.”

“Hey! I’m Sae’s impulse control, just saying!” you responded as you seamlessly caught the book. Were you anyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to, but hanging around the two Itoshi brothers really trained you for many things. Including catching a flying photo album. “…what is this for, Rin?”

“Nii-chan asked for it. That’s the thing he asked you to pick up from me,” Rin said.

“Oh…?” you blinked at it, flipping through it. Inside, a third of it was filled with old photos of Sae and Rin, while the rest were empty and unused. “Why though?”

“Who knows,” Rin offered, unreadable even though you had a feeling he knew. Then, with a burning glare, he added, “Now get out! Stop lounging in my bed as if you own it!”

“You really need to be nicer to your future in-la—”

“I said—get out!”

And thus with that, you were kicked out. The youngest child could be really brutal sometimes.

However, pushing all the dotting comments your mind formed for Rin aside, you decided to pull out your phone and call Sae as you walked home. You probably wouldn’t be able to talk to him for long, but you suddenly did want to hear his voice. The feeling was giddy and airy in some ways—which hinted you enough to not ponder upon it much while you were in public.

Then, within three beeps, Sae picked up your call. “What is it?” he said without greeting you.

“Yes, Baby, hi. My day is great, Darling, I miss you too,” you scoffed lightly, which only earned a hum from Sae. That day too, he was as unromantic as ever, just like how you were used to. “So, I have some questions.”

“Hm,” Sae hummed once again, wordlessly ordering you to continue. For that bossy attitude, you would give him ugly socks later.

“First, did you really almost get into a fight because of the seagull t-shirt?” you asked immediately, not wasting any time. “And why did you even bring that to work, seriously? That is for home-only, you know. Your handsome face would cry if they got paired with something like that.”

“I brought it with me by accident,” Sae answered, before staying silent for a moment. “…the rest are none of your business.”

“…oh, Sae…” you sighed, as fond as you were exasperated. Judging from his tone, this was just another thing he did with you as the reason, in one way or another. If only he could admit things like these out loud, maybe you would cease your ‘unromantic’ jokes.

“What,” Sae shot back sharply.

“Nothing!” you laughed. Quickly, then, you reverted to your mocking, stern voice, “Continuing—do you actually like the ugly clothes I buy for you?”

Your question was genuine in a way. As it would be funny if that was the case. Someone like Sae—serious, good looking, with high specs many of his fans dreamt of—liking all those gag punishments despite his fashion preference—it would be ironic, but funny.

“Hell no. They are as ugly as shit,” Sae answered without an ounce of hesitation, which baited out another laugh from you. However, softer, at the end of his answer, he said—

“They are from you. That’s the only reason we still keep them.”

Stunned, you found your words stuck in your throat for a moment. Then, smiling, you cooed, “Oh, Sae! I will buy you those socks with opening mouths for your birthday!”

From the other side of the phone, you could feel Sae’s judgment upon you. “Just don’t send them in some weird box this time.”

“I told you that one time was definitely a bad idea. Stop bringing that up already,” you chided.

“At least you are self-aware,” Sae responded.

Hearing him, you would never believe this was the same guy who would pick a fight for you despite his personality. But then again, this was Sae, full of many things underneath that unpleasant demeanor of his. At this point, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Oh, right, one more thing,” you remembered. “What is this photo album for?”

“…I must be off now,” Sae said suddenly.

“Huh? Why?” you blinked at his statement, surprised.

“See you at home later…” Sae stilled his words for a moment, before continuing them gently, saying it like a secret. “…Love.”

And just with that, your phone call ended.

Without you realizing it, your steps had come to a halt as you could only gape at your phone, holding said object and the photo album in your hand even tighter. “What the heck was that…?”

If your face heated up, that was your own business.

(Just like how Sae wanted to put your photos with him in that album, that would only be Sae’s business until he put a ring on you.)

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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I Wanna Give In To My Temptation

masterlist | chapter two

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: Happy birthday daddy 😋 I'm posting this first chapter in honour of his bday and this is part of my Capricorn Collab. I hope you all enjoy this series I'm very proud of it! Also I wanna thank @/tamakiscock for translating the French for me :) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, nightclub setting, nightclub pick up, dry humping, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, gaslighting, smoking. Words: 5.9k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

Floating.

That is how you have navigated through your life for all of these years. It’s often commented upon by your best friend, Nobara, how utterly fucked you would be if you hadn’t been born into a well to do family. It isn’t a total stretch from the truth to say you’re useless. Hopeless, even. But it doesn’t hurt your feelings any less. Yes, you have no discernible talents to speak of. Your grades during your education were average, maybe a little below average at times. And hell, you didn’t even finish university. The first drop out of your family, an enormous disappointment to your family name. So, of course, it fucking hurts. Who decided that anyone has to be anything more than what one is capable of? You’re alive. You’re a living and breathing human. And you’re a good person, you think. Kind, considerate, honest.

Who came up with the notion that living isn’t enough?

She was right, however, that you would likely be fucked if not for the family you were born into. A wealthy father and three successful elder brothers who have your best interests at heart. Misogyny is rife in your family, however. Your mother passed not long after your second birthday, so you have always been surrounded by testosterone and a dark cloud of inferiority in your fathers’ patronising eyes.

It’s because you’re a girl.

That is why you aren’t as smart as your brothers.

That is why you couldn’t complete your education. No skills, no talent.

Zilch.

It’s total bullshit, of course. You find it hard to believe the absence of a cock and balls has any effect on your total incompetence. Maybe you just haven’t found what you’re destined to be good at yet. There are plenty of skills and hobbies in the world and you’ve barely even attempted a fraction of them.

Right now, though, you’re regretting not mastering your French lessons your father tried to force upon you. It’s no surprise that the golden boys mastered French as well as three other languages each. They all like to tease that you can barely speak English.

It is just a joke… you think.

They do like to tease and make fun of you, but your father does his best to make you feel special in his own way. A way that most rich parents’ resort to – he throws money at the problem. It isn’t something you’ll complain about though, spending vast amounts of cash does seem to make all of your worries melt away.

If only for a moment.

After you found out your siblings were all planning a trip to Germany without you, your father once again decided to buy your happiness. He gave you his credit card and told you to go nuts. He’d expected you to buy a few new outfits, some accessories, a spa visit and maybe a weekend away somewhere not too far from home.

It’s fair to say his eyes bulged when he realised you’d bought two plane tickets and a two week stay in a five star hotel for yourself and Nobara.

Anything for his little girl.

You’ve never felt as powerful as you did when you strutted into the hotel lobby with your best friend by your side and a ridiculous amount of luggage. Nobara was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe it when you told her you were taking her to Paris for two weeks. She’s never been. In fact, the only place she’d been before she moved to the city was her small little country town she speaks so little about. You’re sure she’ll love it; you tell her as much.

You’re here often, your father brings you for bonding trips, and he’s still trying to teach you French.

So, it is a little awkward when the reception staff recognise you and they realise you can’t speak a lick of French other than an embarrassing ‘salut’ and smile. Their own smiles turn patronising. It’s like being in a room with your father and your siblings. But you don’t care, not anymore. You don’t… you won’t. You’re here to have fun and let your hair down. They won’t be of any concern to you, not for the next two weeks. It’s just you, Nobara, and your daddy’s credit card.

She’s even more surprised when the bellhop escorts you to your rooms. Rooms, plural. She was under the impression that you’d be sharing. Although she wasn’t completely wrong. Your rooms were adjoined by a door, allowing each of you to step between the barrier and check up on each other.

You abandoned your suitcases and bags and stepped through the door into Nobara’s room to see her looking like a kid who’d won a golden ticket to a chocolate factory tour. Her speech was seemingly stolen as she examined her new living quarters for the next two weeks. She kept opening and closing the closets and admiring how much space they had. She ran onto the balcony and practically screamed as she enjoyed the view, the Eiffel tower in plain sight. It became a slight concern when her eyes bulged so hard you panicked they might genuinely roll out of her skull as she opened the door to her en-suite bathroom.

“Is this real life?” she asked, earnestly.

It made you chuckle. Yes indeed, this is real life. It’s nice to see how excited she is over your gift, or better yet your father’s gift, to her. In truth, she is your only true friend. There are others, sure, but you don’t trust them. You know in your heart that Nobara cares about more than your family name and fortune. The same can’t be said for the others. So, spoiling her with your daddy’s money doesn’t feel like a risk to you. You do trust her, more than anything or anyone. So, you nod.

This is real life.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” she wonders, it’s phrased as a joke as you both know she does. You both love each other in the best way. You don’t know what you’d be without her, actually. But still – you tease her back.

“Hmm… I don’t think so!” you poke your tongue out as you spin around to return to your own room. Your hand settles on the doorknob and you manage to get it slightly ajar before feeling her hand encase your wrist in a warm hold.

“You’re an incredible friend and I appreciate this a lot. I love you.” she smiles. It’s weird to hear such kind sincerity from her. It’s usually all jokes and affectionate insults. But you appreciate it, nonetheless, smiling at her to let her see how grateful you really are.

“Thank you,” you begin. “I love you too, Nobara.”

There’s only one thing on your mind today. Something that you can do this time in Paris that you’ve never done during any other trip with your father. You want to take the edge off. You want to go out. Not like a tourist. You don’t want to go to art museums and fancy restaurants. You don’t want to go to the Eiffel tower for the umpteenth time. The only thing is on your mind is alcohol.

You want to go clubbing.

You’re both jetlagged, and you can tell that Nobara wants an early night. Not on your watch though. As if you’re going to come to Paris and then leave her alone in the hotel while you’re having the time of your life. It’s funny to you that she hasn’t realised that you’re getting ready to go out yet. She’s been sitting on your bed for the last hour looking at the room service menu. You take it from her hands.

She looks confused; because now she has realised that you are at the early stages of reapplying your makeup. You’ve failed to mention your plans to her. Her eyes are searching yours. What are you getting all dressed up for?

“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“We are going clubbing.” you inform her.

Oh no, her expression reads.

Oh yes, yours responds.

It doesn’t take much convincing, to your amazement. A miracle is happening before your very eyes as she goes to her own room and leaves the door open so you can communicate as you get ready. She makes it very clear that she’s only doing this for you. She’s exhausted and ready to sleep for a week; but she believes it’s the least she owes you for letting her come on this trip.

Guilt pangs through your body. You didn’t want to bring her here so she felt she owed you favours. It’s not like that, you’re sure. It’s just one act of kindness for another, you assume. Though you do feel guilty, regardless. She likely won’t have as much fun as you on account of the fact she isn’t single. You, on the other hand, are more than eager to stick your lonely tongue down a hot guy’s throat. But that’s it, really. You aren’t stupid enough to bring someone back to your hotel that you don’t know.

But you wouldn’t be opposed to collecting some phone numbers.

Yourself and Nobara walk through the lobby holding hands. It’s funny to see the suspicious looks you both receive from the other guests and members of staff as they notice your interlocked fingers. It’s something you always do at home, so why wouldn’t you hold hands in Paris? What’s wrong with holding hands with your best friend? It should be normalised, you both think, so that’s why you do it so often. If people want to assume you’re a couple, then so be it.

An earlier call was made when you were both nearing the end of the getting ready process. You called downstairs to reception and requested that they book a taxi for you.

Maybe they were staring because you both looked that good. You did, you think so anyway.

Nobara had opted for mostly light makeup except for donning an out of character smoky eyeshadow look. She rarely wears her hair in space buns, but tonight she’d chosen to wear them with two loose strands framing her pretty face. A pristine white bodysuit covered the upper-half of her body conservatively, but when paired with denim shorts it would be sure to send a few minds racing in the club. Her heeled boots perfectly shaped her entire body, elongating her killer legs and lifting her already perky ass.

She was genuinely taken aback at your choice of outfit. You seemed to match her choice in makeup by wearing predominantly muted and nude colours save for a bold red lip. The rare occasions you go to parties you are renowned for wearing little clothing, but not tonight. While you left your hair down, you decided to wear a plain black jumpsuit. The top of the jumpsuit was crossed over your breasts, exposing your sternum and cleavage. You joined Nobara in wearing a pair of heels to accentuate your figure, both of you were ready to take on your first night out in Paris.

Immediate access was granted to you both as you showed the security guard your ID’s. It didn’t take long for a handsome stranger to eye you both as you entered, instantly inviting you both to join him in VIP with his friends.

He was handsome, yes, but certainly not attractive enough to pique your interest. Nobara rolled her eyes at your confession. Since when are you one to turn down male attention? You slap her lightly in jest, both of you giggling as you wait for your drinks to be poured. There are an assortment of shots and drinks in front of you and you waste no time in consuming half of them at a rapid pace. Nobara isn’t so foolish, though, she has more restraint and patience. It seems she is the one who will be babysitting for the evening; although that is exactly what she expected.

You’re soon too drunk for her to know what to do with. It’s bothering her to no end how the man and his friends seem to be ridiculing you in French. She doesn’t know much, just a little. But a little is anything more than you’ll ever understand. She catches a few words from them such as ‘stupid’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’ as they ogle you dancing on the table.

It isn’t fair, she thinks. Did they only invite you into VIP to insult you both? You’re only having a good time. You’re only dancing, and your sexuality is being dragged into an irrelevant conversation. She’s had enough, she decides. Though she’s sure if she tries to drag you away like she normally does you’ll kick up a fuss. She taps your leg lightly until you look down at her, each of you smiling widely at each other. You’re slurring a little and your pupils are blown to hell.

“Are you ha-aving a good time?” you query, hiccupping mid speech. She nods, holding her hand out to you.

“I think we should go and have a real dance on the dance floor.” she responds. The idea thrills you and she’s eternally grateful you’ve made the decision for yourself to get away from the chauvinist pigs that were mocking you.

Neither of you will be returning to their company, she’ll make sure of that.

She holds your hand as she guides you to the dance floor. It’s not out of the ordinary that you turn your back to her so that you can grind your body against hers. She is your best friend after all. When you’ve had a drop of alcohol on your lips, she knows how riled up and aroused you become. You’ve done your fair share of experimenting with Nobara while under the influence, too, but that isn’t of any interest to her while she’s practically sober and happy in her relationship. An idea strikes her, she thinks she’ll go and scout some talent for you while she orders you both cocktails.

“Wait here.” she shouts in your ear over the blaring bass of the music. You nod and tuck your hair behind your ears as you wait for her to go. Her arm is around your shoulder, and you kiss each other’s cheeks before she goes to the bar.

You’d never claim to be the worlds best dancer since you know that’s far from the truth. But you’re happy and confident enough to dance alone anyway. The music is pounding and you’re really feeling it. Perfectly manicured fingers run through your hair as you sense the build up to a beat drop approaching. Your hips roll from side to side. The true embodiment of bliss is you on this dance floor. Completely content, even while alone. Nothing matters. Not your family. Not your failures. Nothing. It’s just you and the beat.

Your eyes flutter open gently as you feel a large palm on your hip. It’s obvious it doesn’t belong to Nobara, her hands are small and dainty. The suspicions you have are proven correct when you find a pair of emerald eyes dazzling in your direction. It almost takes your breath away. He seems to be doing something with his hands; but it isn’t registering in your head when all you can see are his eyes.

But your attention is forced to look away when he holds a drink up. He tilts it at you. It’s for you – you think. It’s a martini. The man was holding a drink of his own, not that you could tell what it was.

“I’ve never had a martini before.” you confess into his ear.

He smiles, and that is when you notice an interesting scar stabbing through both his upper and lower lip. You don’t think about it though, but perhaps if you were sober you’d be more interested in the mark. It is intriguing, you’re sure under normal circumstances you’d be desperate to know where it came from. But now, it was the last thing on your mind.

“Tu ressembles à une fille de type martini.” he speaks into your ear as you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder.

It shocks you for some reason. You aren’t sure why given that you’re literally in France, but you hadn’t expected French to spill from the strangers’ lips. Maybe he didn’t hear what you said. Is he intoxicated as well? It’s a possibility the music blared out the fact that you were speaking English. You wonder if he speaks English too.

“I’m English.” you respond, “Um… Anglaise?” you add, racking your pathetic brain for the limited French words you do know. He smiles as you pull away, understanding now that you’re English. But he doesn’t return your language.

“Tu es très belle.” he smirks. Unfortunately for you, the compliment goes straight over your head. It does make you feel embarrassed that you couldn’t understand him, since you know your father and siblings would be able to have a fully fledged conversation with him as if they were French natives. Instead of trying to make him speak English, you take a sip of your martini and shrug your shoulders. It’s making you feel better, if only slightly, but you simply don’t understand.

Right on cue, Nobara returns with another drink. She didn’t find any potential suitors that fit your usual type, but her eyebrows raise in bewilderment as she sees that a suitor seems to have found you. She recognises that there is a definite age gap between you both, but he is your type to a T.

“He’s French, I don’t understand him.” you speak to her. “He said something before, will you translate?” you ask her as if she is a fluent speaker. You try and explain to the man that you want him to tell your friend what he said, it takes a little while but eventually he gets it. It takes every ounce of will power she possesses to not roll her eyes right out of her head when he speaks. She wasn’t expecting to be able to understand what he said. In fact, a small part of her was hoping that she wouldn’t.

“He said you’re very beautiful.” she repeats, attempting not to gag. You feel blood rushing directly to your face and you instantly warm at the compliment. Nobara turns away as she can’t help but cringe.

What a fucking line. And you’re falling for it.

She’s still holding the drink she ordered for you. It finds its way into your hand and now you’re holding two drinks and feel very restricted in your movements. So, you down the martini. He won’t understand, but you shout ‘thank you’ in the man’s ear regardless.

He steals a yelp from you when you’re spun around and pulled flush against his body. He’s encouraging you to grind on him just as you had with Nobara. You match his movements, albeit a little awkwardly as Nobara gawks at you with a pissed off look on her face.

“Do you want this?” she asks you. You bite your lip and nod. You do. God, you really fucking do. She knew this would happen. An argument isn’t what she wants, but she didn’t want to come clubbing for exactly this reason. She didn’t want to have to third wheel if someone happened to catch your eye, and she isn’t enough of a bitch to go back to the hotel and leave you alone with a stranger. So, she waves. “I’m going to wait over there until you’re ready to leave.” she tells you. You aren’t given a chance to ask her to stay when she immediately turns and heads towards some seats near the exit.

Your eyes flicker as you feel the man behind you bury his head into the crook of your neck and kiss over your pulse point. Your arm reaches backwards so that your fingers can rake through his jet-black hair. It’s all so exciting and exhilarating. You feel your heart almost beat out of your chest when you feel his growing erection grind into your behind. All you can think about is him touching you. You’re desperate for his hands all over your body even though it goes against every ounce of common-sense dwelling within you.

“Je veux te baiser si mal.” he groans, almost dragging out the final letter so that it vibrates from your ear straight to your heat. You’re soaked, you can feel how ruined your panties are just from the beautiful language and words you’ll never understand.

It takes little strength from him to turn your body so that you’re facing him. He smirks as your nimble fingers reach the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the first. The second. The third. You want to continue; but you don’t want to draw attention to yourself. Curious fingers dip underneath the material of his shirt, delicately tracing over his skin. His pectoral muscles are rock hard, the feeling of them beneath the pads of your fingers makes your pussy throb. You get more adventurous, stealing a hiss from him as you smooth over his nipple.

He grabs your hand and pulls it away from his body. Tension is in the air between you both and it is palpable. Your chest is heaving, it’s fear, you think. His breathing is heavy, his broad chest rising and falling similarly to yours. For him, it’s anticipation. Your eyes are glazed over, and he can’t help but admire the way your enlarged pupils have almost taken over the natural colour of your eyes.

One large hand interweaves through your soft, shiny locks and the other is on the small of your back as he brings your body closer against his. His lips are on yours before you even realise why you can taste an alcoholic beverage you’re certain you haven’t tasted this evening. It’s him. He’s giving you everything and he’s stealing what you have to offer, as well. Your tongues are wet and slippery against one another as you get drunker from each other. Drunk on each other.

The sole thought of clubbing you had when you touched down in Paris has been obliterated. That isn’t enough now and you’re sure it never will be again after this. Alcohol and partying are fun, yes. This is what you wanted. But now, you want more.

You want him.

Nothing else, just him.

It’s the only thought that plagues your mind as he kisses your lips heatedly. It doesn’t disappear as he abandons your tongue so he can explore your body more with his own. It multiplies by a thousand when he presses chaste kisses against your ear, the pecking sound against your ear rushes straight to your cunt. It multiplies by a million when he finds himself kissing atop the flesh of your breast.

You aren’t sure if the notion falls from your lips; but while your head is thrown back in ecstasy, he is looking up at you with a wicked smile on his face. He couldn’t help himself, look what he’s doing to you.

“Veux-tu me baiser?” he speaks into your ear as he forces your head back upright. It’s frustrating beyond belief. All you want to do is understand him or have him understand you. Doesn’t he get it? You don’t speak French. It doesn’t matter what he says, or how pretty he speaks, you just won’t understand.

You giggle, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. The amusement soon fades, and you pull your lips into a thin line, shrugging once more. There’s nothing more you can say.

He raises a finger, signalling for you to wait for a second. You nod. He begins rummaging around in his pockets, dead set on finding something. It’s almost impossible to suppress a smile when the hope of him whipping out a translator enters your mind. Of course, that isn’t what he finds at all. He removes his wallet and begins looking for something there. The fat wad of cash in there doesn’t go amiss, but soon something else catches your eye.

A square made out of foil. And you can see the rubbery ring on the inside. A condom. He wants this too, just as badly as you. He raises his eyebrows, questioning if this is something you want. It is. Despite your better judgement telling you to take his phone number and make him wait, you can’t help but want him now.

You nod, dumbly. Mouth already pooling at the thoughts of having what has been pressed against you for the majority of the night inside of you.

“Yes… s'il te plait…”

Nobara’s fury had reached new heights when she realised you were bringing the handsome, devilish stranger back to your hotel. She kept it to herself though, but she had every intention to give you an earful in the morning. While you were practically dry-fucking each other in the backseat of the taxi, Nobara sulked in the front as she waited desperately to arrive at your destination.

She couldn’t abandon you quick enough when you finally got back. The girl practically sprinted through the lobby to the elevator, desperate to not have to share with the two of you. It would likely have been the case anyway since you need to talk to reception before bringing a guest upstairs.

You pull out your daddy’s credit card, having no problem with paying for your guests’ night in the hotel. But he holds a hand out, pushing your card back to you as he shakes his head. He converses with the hotel staff, you assume he’s explaining the situation, before pulling out his own card. It makes sense that he can afford a night here, too, despite the extortionate price. If the money in his wallet was anything to go by, you’re sure he’s rolling in it.

The thought is quickly rinsed from your mind as the payment is approved. He takes your hand and walks you towards the elevator Nobara had just been in. Not only are your lips on each other again, but you’ve jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his body while you grind against each other. You know one thing for damn sure, you can’t wait to get each other out of these fucking clothes.

He holds the key to your room in his hand, doing his best to carry on kissing you while he tries to find the door.

Nobara’s head almost shoots off her shoulders when he accidentally opens the door to her room instead of yours. You’re both giggling as he quickly slams it shut and eventually finds your room. He sets you down as soon as he shuts the door behind you; neither of you can wait another second to get undressed.

You’re removing articles of clothing between kisses. He takes the straps of your jumpsuit and pulls them downwards, instantly exposing your breasts. You help unbutton the last remaining buttons of his shirt, finally able to see his entire upper body in all of its glory.

It’s difficult for you both to keep kissing whilst removing the rest, so you take a break to remove your shoes. He holds the condom he showed you earlier between his teeth before removing more layers. Fumbling fingers help each other out of the rest of your clothes, and once fully exposed to the aircon in your room neither of you take a second to admire each other.

He holds your leg and forces it to rest on his hip, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him again as you had in the elevator. You do, removing the condom from his teeth before circling your arms around the back of his neck so that you can carry on kissing him. The man walks you both towards the direction of the bed, colliding aggressively with the mattress while he carries on swirling his tongue against yours.

You’re so needy, he could tell by the sticky webs in your underwear as he helped peel them off you. He leaves your lips again, quickly kissing down your body towards the apex of your thighs. He takes a detour once he reaches the valley of your breasts, giving sensual attention to each of your nipples. Fuck, you’re soaked. The way you’re fucking yourself on the ridges of his muscle adorned thigh tells you both just how wet you really are.

And he wants a taste.

So, he keeps going until he can hook your left leg over his shoulder, kissing gently into your inner thighs before attaching himself to your clit. You aren’t sure if your senses are enhanced from the alcohol or if he’s really just that good. But he sniggers as your fingers find purchase in his obsidian locks and almost tear them from the roots.

You squirm against the mattress, and it doesn’t even register in your mind how fucking loud you’re being. Even Nobara’s noise-cancelling headphones are having trouble tuning you out. He slips two fingers inside of you and begins pumping them with a vengeance against your soft spot. It’s almost game over, you know it. And he knows it too, because you’re practically fucking his face and his fingers while he eats you out.

Your toes curl as you cum and the man doesn’t give you a moments reprieve as he finger fucks you through your aftershocks and continues suckling on your overstimulated bead. The bedsheets are sure to be glazed in his cum as he couldn’t help but grind against the mattress whilst pleasuring you. He won’t mock you for being desperate because he is no better.

But now, he is ready to cum.

He picks up the condom that you left by your side on the mattress and prepares to tear it with his teeth. But before he can, you interject.

“No!” you tell him, again, against your better judgement. You pick up the protection and throw it to the other side of the room. He looks perplexed, but not angry. But he needn’t worry, there’s no way in hell you were changing your mind. How were you going to tell him what you wanted? “I want you…” you started. You brought your face closer to his so you could kiss him once again. He reciprocated, his large frame unintentionally caging you beneath him as he did so.

Your fingers reach downwards between your bodies. Finally, you have a handful of his cock. And as suspected in the club, it’s huge. You want to look, but you can’t, because you need him inside now. You guide him to your entrance, and his eyes widen in horror as he realises you’re putting him inside of you without protection. Perhaps it’s a deal breaker for him.

“Just want you t’fill me up. Wanna be warm…” you sigh, letting go of him to allow him to retrieve the condom if he wants.

But he doesn’t. He slams himself inside all of the way to the hilt, robbing an earth-shattering moan from your lungs. You can’t help but feel pure, unadulterated joy as he begins putting his weight behind each and every thrust with no remorse. Pounding your ill-prepped little pussy without regret.

It’s almost like he understood what you told him.

His head hung low, your cheeks touched as he carried on pummelling himself into you, fucking your insides and that special spot inside that made your brain turn to mush. He already couldn’t understand you, and there’s no way he would now. Not a single coherent thought ran through your mind. Just him, just his cock, just this feeling.

He wasn’t vocal during sex, at all. But his breathing became heavier and heavier with each thrust. He winced and gritted his teeth when his balls tightened, and his sensitive cockhead found paradise in the form of your g-spot again and again. It’s odd to hear a lover so unafraid to let their enjoyment show before their orgasm arrived. Often replacing moans and heavy breaths with degradation and insults instead.

But not him, he held no embarrassment over how perfectly your cunt was treating him. He bit into your shoulder, and you felt his excessive breaths dust over your skin. He looks into your eyes, those beautiful jade green jewels examining you as if he’s searching for an answer. He’s going to cum, you think that’s what he’s telling you. Is he allowed to cum inside? You nod, that is exactly what you want. He kisses your neck again as your walls tighten, both of you brought to your knees under the weight of a crashing wave of an orgasm. He moaned loudly in your ear, and you did the same to him. Even as he stopped cumming, he kept fucking into you. He looked down to where you were joined so he could admire the creamy ring at the base of his cock. He kissed you once more before pulling out, spreading your lips to admire the viscous white seed pulsating out of your cunt.

He kisses your clit before rolling to the side. Both of your heads laid comfortably in the pillows as you came down from the thrill of it all. You wanted to clean up. You wanted to pee. But it’s been a while since you’ve had a fuck so good you can’t move. And even this encounter is in a league of its own. Your lover eased himself off of the mattress and walked towards the discarded clothes at the front door of your hotel room. He returned with a box of cigarettes and a lighter. You don’t normally partake, but when he offered you one as he stared at you with those glossy green eyes you couldn’t help but accept.

His jaw fell open, as if he wanted to speak. You tried to smile in understanding, knowing once again that whatever he had to say wouldn’t make an ounce of sense to you. So, he looked away, taking a drag of his cigarette as you did the same. This encounter is certainly one for the records. You managed to get someone into bed without having to even speak to him. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that his jaw opened once again. It seemed he would speak, regardless of the language barrier. But you didn’t face him, inhaling the nicotine into your lungs as you waited patiently.

“I love cumming inside.”

Your entire head rotated and your eyes darted to his lips. Did he just say that or are you too fucking drunk and losing your mind? That was English. You’re sure you haven’t miraculously learnt all of the French your father has been trying to force into you after all of these years. You’re sure it was English.

The suspicions you have are confirmed as he looks at you with raised eyebrows. He takes another hearty drag of his cigarette before smiling wickedly at you again. This whole time… This whole fucking time he has known how to speak English. Was this all just to fuck with you? Does he have a higher success rate with women if he speaks to them in French over English? You can’t believe it. Whilst in a complete state of disbelief, you can’t help but laugh. Fuck. He got you. He really fucking got you and played you like a damn fiddle.

But what can he say?

He loves cumming inside.

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Calamitous Love

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean shows up at your house, but this is a calamitous love. Sooner or later, it's going to destroy.

A/N: I was based and inspired by so many things to get this ready, I can't even start pointing them here. This started as something and escalated to something else, and I'm immensely in love with how it is now. I'm posting a version of this through Dean's POV soon. The prompt is bolded and its for @tvdspngirl314's bday challenge! Hope you like it, honey! And happy bday.

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, fluff, angst, dean is a perv in a cute way, s1 dean Ily

Dean Winchester could easily remember how mad you were that night, after he purposely came to your party uninvited and stood on the porch talking to all your stupid friends. How the one you called the best out of them had wide eyes when she caught him there, and all the reaction she could get was him winking at her.

The man - who was more like a boy, really - with green eyes that matched your garden knew she would run and rush and breathlessly tell you that he was there.

Of course she did. Inez was never one for keeping secrets. He used to wonder if it was a matter of time for the blonde to spread yours.

Her loose lips were useful that night, though. He couldn't even finish his chatter about Chevrolet versus Toyota cars with that James guy before you bursted out of the door ferociously. Dean turned around and waited for many things; well-deserved slapping, indignated tears, a sharp scream strident enough to suppress the loud song which vibrated through everyone's skin like veins.

You surprised him once again.

You closed your eyelashes and took a deep breath, as if to control the burning fire behind your thoughts. The Winchester had seen her in arguments before, the whole ‘my mouth is a loaded gun without a trigger’ thing held an entirely new meaning. He knew you wanted to come at him, and Dean wouldn’t put any guilty on you for that. As you walked towards him, his brittle heart raced like one of those chick flick moments he always mocked about - yet, he couldn't help but stare. Your legs looked so good in that light, pretty ass that Dean loved to grab wrapped in a tight red skirt. You had a white tank with cleavage on and your hair was, as usual, free on its widest way. The hunter adored how your brown sea could never seem not to be a mess, and how you made chaos marvelous like a natural. He surely needed that in his life.

Isn’t it all you had been since the very beginning, honestly? Isn’t it what love utterly is when the lights are dim and the weather changes? Cutting right to the bone like a surgeon, you were that one thing, that one hand that would touch Dean’s weary head and make it rest, those unique lips who could whisper tales of hope in the backseat of his car and he could actually believe it. The one, you know, that one person who didn’t make the eldest Winchester feel like he cared more than he was cared for. He often experienced that math problem, dad never seemed to be satisfied enough to be proud of him, and Sam was always talking about how he wanted to leave someday.

‘’Dean.’’ You said and your tone was harsh, a single eyebrow arched with a quiet defying question. The green eyed man wouldn't be shocked if you had called him out before when he was too busy paying attention to you to notice. ‘’Let's go to the garden.’’

And then you grabbed his wrist, sneaking in through the rusting garden gates in the back of your house. Such mere touch put his skin on flames. So many others, mostly monsters or people who were really monsters at heart, already chained his hands and he always broke the cuffs. This time, in your hands, Dean almost wished he could stay put, grounded to something else other than bloody walls and oily guns. He missed you so much. The way your fingers felt on his cheeks, how you'd allow him to kiss every inch of your body, and how you seemed to understand.

Anyway, it wasn't time for him to turn sentimental just yet. Leave it to Sam.

Dean’s boots were cruel against the grass, walking side by side with your high heels ones. Above all the partying noise, they both were quiet for once, as if they were going into a clandestine meeting.

He hated it.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’ you turned around in a swift move before crossing your arms. It took a lot of self control not to glare at your breast, which is why Dean didn’t. He pictured it wasn’t that bed since he was only glancing for a few seconds and the malicious smirk on his face faded into him licking his bottom lip through the memories of fucking, grabbing and playing with them. You rolled your eyes, impressed by my immature behavior. ‘’Winchester, I asked what you are doing here.’’

Always so dominant in every situation but in bed. He sighed to himself, man, I can’t lose her.

‘’Listen, Y/N/N, I’m sorry.’’

‘’You are sorry? You can take your apologies and put them in your sorry ass till’ they come out of your mouth, Dean.’’ And, of course, stubborn. Dean Winchester wouldn't be so attracted to you in any other way. Frisky women always had the best him.

He groaned, ‘’Y/N, come on, it wasn't like that--’’

You interrupted his reasoning with a laugh empty of joy: ‘’You left me. You just walked away. No calls, no texts, just left. You promised you wouldn't. You said I could trust you.’’

‘’And you can!’’

He wasn’t able to blame you for that. Still, it broke him to hear every casual syllable in raw honesty. Dean would kill for you, and you didn’t even trust him because he ran away without any note, or previous warning, or anything. If only he could do the trick of just opening his mouth and allowing his emotions to come arrive, like Sam did all the time. All he tried to be, his little brother was simply born that way. He could never be like Sammy and you deserved a guy like him. Yet, the bruised man - more like a scared boy, really - remained in front of you. Because, for once, Dean wanted to act selfish and get it what he craved for. Just this once.

‘’To leave? Sure.’’ Nonetheless, you never learned how to read his mind, so you just aim a wry smile at him. ‘’Sorry, pal. I already have my mom to do that.’’

In that moment, every word you said was a stone designed to shatter him, and it was working fatefully. Sometimes, the green eyed hunter wished he was the one being left instead of leaving people behind. But how could you know that? It's the job side effect.

Taking a deep breath, your name is leaving his lips calmly. The most calm he had ever been since my three childhood years. ‘’Y/N…’’

‘’No, Dean.’’ You spoke. Because his forest eyes matched a lot with the grass in your garden under that dim light, almost like he was made to be there and you didn’t think you could do it again; lose him. It was too much.

‘’Dang, woman. I'm trying to explain!’’

‘’No, you are trying to come up with a stupid lie to cover up whatever you were doing for two weeks! I'm not stupid and I know you.’’ You accused, exasperatedly slapping your own tights. You were right, he had showed up to your party with a dumb excuse on his tongue, ready to tell you anything but the truth. Fuck, how the short haired hunter wanted you to have the imaginary money to buy one of his cheap lies. ‘’Tell me the truth. Don't come up with my dad needed help with a car and all that. What happened to you, Dean?’’

‘’I can't tell you.’’ He shrugged in frustration.

I want to tell you everything, even the details in the corner, the monster in the forest.

You smile sarcastically, ‘’I don't see a fold on your lips.’’

But I can’t.

Dean huffed, pursing his lips. ‘’You would hate me.’’

You would think I’m a crazy liar.

‘’I already do.’’

You can be so violent when hurt. You both have bullets in different body parts, and there you are trying to shoot him. Modern Romeo and Juliet, a hunter romance; they try to kill each other instead of the evil thing.

‘’Y/N, you are gonna think I'm crazy.’’ He wiped his face, exasperated for you to change the subject.

Your lips were shut, the light reflected on you. Dean was glaring at you in a quiet desire for you to stay, to make him stay. But you stand still, looking away with delicate woe contorting your features.

It was clear after a hunt when the hunter should leave the town. And it was clear now that he killed any hope for them that Dean shall do what he usually does after a case. Nodding with a sigh, started to walk away.

But you stopped him.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You, in fact, sounded confused. Dean’s eyebrows knitted together, unsure if you two were having the conversation he thought you were not even one minute ago.

The answer resonated more like a question than anything: ‘’Leaving?’’

Your next words were the equivalent to the three ones he had never dared to say. ‘’I don't want you to leave.’’

Yes, the Winchester’s heart was pouring as fast as it was when he went on his first hunt. Yes, he could hear an old rock song playing when you have that look on your face. Yes, he knew he was acting like Sammy and all his cheesy discourses right now.

Who cares?

Apart from all that, Dean offered you a cocky smile. ‘’What do you want, sweetheart?’’

‘’Kiss me.’’

And he did. You trusted him in the garden and he got you back. Dean kissed you in the porch in front of all your stupid friends, too. And then he kissed you again in my car under the streetlight and in so many other uncountable places.

He was the person who got left a few years after that. As if his sorrow had become the prey for some cosmic joke. Sammy left for Stanford and it made his dad, well, more dad than usual. The weird thing was, inside of the grief of being left, Dean understood what he did to you. He had a lot of blood in his hands, enough to turn an ocean red if he ever tried to clean them, but I knew that leaving you was the worst thing that I had ever done.

Well, at least that was what two bottles of Whiskey helped him to get to.

Dean guessed he got what you felt on your porch that night as well. When he walked in, you knew you'd forgive him but you needed to sting back. As Sam left, his older brother already knew he'd forgive him, too. Dean fought about it, and I felt betrayed- wounded animals still attack. But he had forgave him the moment he missed him.

You forgave Dean too, and nowadays he resented for that with an insufferable regret. Because then he told you the truth about the world and showed you his scars. He kissed you, and your lips found every ugly in him. Still, they kept asking him for more. Your lips were the bed for my monster to sleep under.

Real monsters found them.

A few years later, the trio was in a town. You had a vacation from college - you dated a hunter with 5 bucks to his name, and you were studying journalism in a conceited university. It made no sense to Dean sometimes. All you asked for was to spend your free time with him and a call each night to make sure he was alive, which he gave you happily. Besides finding a way to go near your city at least once a month, more for himself than anything else. How did he get so lucky?

You liked certain aspects of the hunter life, surprisingly. The driving away, the creatures, even the restaurants. ‘’Come on, you guys hunt monsters. How cool is that? Also just driving, eating in a new place everyday. Did I mention monsters are real? You guys are like heroes!’’

He shook his head at your optimism, stroking your naked form gently that night.‘’We aren't here, Y/N. This life, it ends early and bloody. There is no place for white fancies and normal.’’

‘’Who said that I want that?’’ You mocked right before pressing your lips to the hickey on his neck, gaining a content groan from Dean. ‘’You monsters. As far as I'm concerned, you are a hero. My hero.’’ You add a subtle joke. ‘’Like a fairytale.’’

He scoffed and pulled you closer. ‘’More like a horror movie.’’

‘’Haven’t you read fairytales?’’

‘’No, but I did see the porn version.’’ Done with talking, he got on top of you, wearing that lopsided grin that started it all over again.

Years back, he asked you what you wanted. And you said, kiss me.

You kept saying that for a decade. Growing that calamitous love, feeding it with stolen glances and touches. If you knew what’s next, would you do it again?

Now you are laying on the ground as he got on my knees and pulled you closer. You are almost dead, a half lifeless body, but you hold on so tight to life, gasping for it. His stubborn girl who he loved so.

Your voice, usually so determined, is barely a whimper. ‘’Everyone wants a fairytale love.’’

‘’What? Don’t get sentimental on me, Y/N. You aren’t gonna die.’’ Dean says exasperated. It isn’t blind faith, unrealistic optimism or anything like this. It’s denial, one of the stages of grief he’s familiar with. It lives with him, as loyal as a dog, as present as a long lost mother’s love; he ignores the acceptance and hope, jumping right into anger, guilt, denial, and bargains with the devil. As if death is a champagne problem he can just drink and be done with because hey, if you can’t lose something, then you won’t right? Right? And if you do lose it, then you’ll just die too. Someone loses oxygen, they die. Someone loses too much blood, they die.

He will die if he loses you, he will. Dean is devastatingly sure of that. He can feel it in his bones. If you die, he dies. His body, his cicatrized soul was made out of in woe. That man - scared little boy like he was when Mary died, really -, He knows sadness like an old lover who always visits, and death is an old friend who always shakes his hands and appears without an invite. Dean Winchester knows pain, alright? Ask any person, he’s the Rome for men, built in ruins despise the beauty of good.

But this? No. He can’t survive. It isn’t possible that someone can hold so much suffering and agony. Skin and bone can only take so many hematomas.

‘’Dean, shut up.’’ You place your hand on his cheek and Dean can’t help but lean in. His green eyes are glistening, the memory of the garden reminiscing in the back of your mind. ‘’I’ve wanted a fairytale love since I was a kid and my dad used to read the books my mom left on the shelf for me. So, in my defense, I never actually read them.’’

‘’Is this what a fairytale looks to you?’’ The eldest Winchester asks, not missing how your touch is colder against him. Where’s Sam with the car? Where’s a miracle? Where’s the justice and fair things and anything good? Dying in his arms, sinking her fingernails into his skin.

‘’The original ones, yes. They are just like that.’’ You chortle, but what’s meant to sound like happiness develops into a cough. All the energy and strength you have are used to push the words. You need Dean to know. ‘’I don't regret anything. You loved me, and I loved you. This is good. I don’t want your silly little mind to think any other way. You aren’t the villain in my story, Dean. You are the…’’ You’re interrupted by your own body giving up on you at an alarming rate, more bloodstained coughing.

‘’Don’t speak, honey. You’ll be alright, okay? No goodbye, we don’t do goodbye. You’ll be alright. Just keep yourself awake, ok?’’ Dean doesn’t know what to do other than hold you. What does one do with all the throbbing aches? He can’t say he will see you in heaven if you die. Staying with you for ten years was heaven already and this is the price he pays. That’s like when the ocean drains in a flash right in front of your eyes and someone tells you to swim in the sky instead. He can’t jump high enough to get it, he isn’t tall enough to get it. But God, Dean can’t just give up, he can’t just let you go. You are bleeding out and he’s dying with you. ‘’Please.’’ The Winchester pleas. ‘’Don’t leave me. Please.’’

If this is how you die and you can only pick up some words to say, you need to spell love. You need Dean Winchester to know he was loved with your last breath, there’s no better use to life other than love. Therefore, it’s easy to know what to voice when you look into his eyes one last time. ‘’I love you.’’

Through the agony, Dean gives you the sort of smile... You know, the sort of smile that can only be described by I put my home on fire, so I could eat all the flames and all the bright blaze is in my teeth now. Because something is burning and you are becoming ashes, but you love this. You love that boy and he loves you. You’d do it all again. He rests his forehead against yours and you can feel his tears on your face, his hands holding you for dear life.

‘’I love you too.’’

It’s a good thing to hear as you close your eyes.

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raspberryranpo · 3 years

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Happy birthday to one of my favorite husbands, Sylvain, on this June 5th day! Can I request a s/o celebrating his bday post time skip? I feel like they’d throw a big party with all the lions and deer!

celebrating sylvain’s birthday

fire emblem three houses: sylvain jose gautier

it has been a very long time since sylvain’s birthday (i’m so sorry!!) but i’ll write this one anyway!!

probably hasn’t celebrated his birthday in a very long time - his parents didn’t care much for birthdays, just so long as he was alive, and we all know about his brother

he probably completely forgot about his own birthday, which everyone thought was outrageous… but nobody told him about it, to save the surprise

you, his s/o, and the rest of the lions & eagles decided to throw a party for the resident skirt chaser because underneath his flirty persona, everyone knew that he was actually a really nice guy

it’s your job to distract him!! good luck with that, though, because underneath that outrageous red hair & that thick skull of his, he’s actually got a very good brain

luckily for you, though, there’s nothing he loves more than spending time with you, so you’ll be able to keep him out for quite some time

he’d want to drag you around town for hours, and then take you to all the shops he wants to go to & you’ll end up with a couple bags of things he bought for you

you’ll most likely have to drag him back to the monastery for the party - he probably planned for it to turn out like this, knowing that there was something waiting for him back in the monastery

once you lead him to outside the blue lions’ classroom, you ask him to close his eyes, & he gives you his hand for you to guide him

“my brother better not be behind these doors. or lorenz. or dimitri in a swimsuit. all equally horrifying things.”

dimitri definitely heard that and took offence

once the doors & sylvain’s eyes are open, everyone jumps out & yells “happy birthday!” at the poor man

he kind of stands there for a few seconds like ?? and then realises that these are his actual friends that actually bothered to celebrate his birthday

sadly, dimitri is not in a swimsuit, but there’s a very large cake with a poorly drawn doodle of him & the rest of the gang on top of it

he definitely cuts through felix’s figure just to cheese him off

has a neutral reaction to all of the presents he receives (there’s even one from lorenz, his worst enemy) until it comes to yours, which he’s all over

when the presents and cake are over, he sits quietly in the corner with his arm around your shoulder, talking about his favourite parts of the day & thanking you all for making him feel so special

definitely cries later on when it’s just you two because of how grateful he is

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fe3h headcanons #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain #fe3h sylvain #sylvain x reader #sylvain x byleth #my posts #headcanons

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twstheadcanons · 3 years

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This is a lore question and a slightly specific one. Cater as a character and otherwise is super interesting to me but at the same time insanely confusing. While at first I thought he would end up having maybe slightly abusive family there's a possibility that's not the case. His sister's seem to enjoy dolling him up and his mother seems to go along with it and his father's a bit more absent. I think I would mainly like to know what his true self is truly reflecting and also if Trey seems to know about this 'true version'. Don't feel pressured to anwser this if you can't btw ❣️

Cater fans come get yall’s food.

S, iideally I’d go through events Cater’s prominent in (Beans Day, Halloween), but that would just make this whole post longer. So I’ll be using Cater’s card stories for now. What we know about Cater, on the surface level, is that he comes across as happy-go-lucky, energetic, social, trendy, superficial, flaky, and insensitive at times. But that’s Cater on a surface level.

So for Cater, his major issues from his background are:

his family frequently moving to accommodate his father’s occupation as a banker

his sisters dragging him into their own interests that he was expected to accommodate as well

Cater repeatedly states he disliked getting dragged around by his sisters and having cutesy stuff he wasn’t genuinely interested in shoved into his face. This would even happen on his birthday, where his sisters got him things they’re more likely to enjoy, which made Cater feel frustrated since he was supposed to be the focus on his own birthday. But despite that annoyance, Cater understands his sisters didn’t really mean any harm. From the sounds of it, they liked hanging out with Cater, and assumed that Cater enjoyed how they spent time together as well since Cater preferred to go with the flow, rather than rock the boat.

In his Bday SSR, Cater mentions that his sisters became more considerate of his own interests and asked him what he wanted. All three coming from a family where they move and lose close friends a lot, the sisters are probably close and want to stay close to their brother as well, since they’re the only consistent company in a similar age range. His sisters are each other’s best friends, Cater didn’t have that growing up. He also mentions his sisters and mother’s sweets-making kick, and how he eventually got over having sweets every day. But when he protested, it’d disappoint and sadden them/they’d have dejected looks on their faces, which Cater didn’t know how to handle, so he made himself go along with their whims to keep them happy.

This pours into his social media life, where he’s a peppy, cheery guy that posts upbeat content and responds with light, casual, carefree messages to people. His Lab SR literally has him state that he ‘should always be happy and excited, after all’. So, clearly, whatever dynamic the Diamond family has, while not what I’d call something as heavy as abuse, isn’t considerate of Cater’s feelings and views Cater’s ‘go with the flow’ ways as approval. If he ‘breaks character’ of the devil-may-care person he is on the surface, it raises questions, and Cater would rather just avoid all that and enjoy himself instead of getting involved in anything heavy.

Again, Cater doesn’t like to rock the boat. He also mentions in his Lab SR that this obsession with cutesy stuff became rather invasive, and he’d even be criticised or second-guessed if he didn’t go along with the idea. Cater ends up accommodating that interest to prevent any debate, even if he didn’t actually care for them. That said, with such an emphasis on aesthetics being the way he grew up, Cater has a good understanding and practical knowledge of decour and eye-catching designs, which makes him helpful and invaluable when the time calls for decour. This is something Cater knows he’s good at, and enjoys showing off since the focus is on himself and he’s acknowledged for his skills.

With their family moving all the time, Caters gained and lost friends a lot. Cater has an outgoing personality, at this point, it’s safe to assume he’s an extrovert, so making friends comes naturally to him. But when you’re moving a lot, maybe sometimes in the middle of a school term, . Cater needs engagement and social interaction, but at this point in his life, he’s tired of trying to keep up with old and new friends on deep levels, hence his interest and obsession with social media.

One thing to note about Cater: he likes cutting corners. a lot.

In his R card “Portrait of Rosalia”, it’s understood that Cater being nice to Rosalia by throwing her a party with some lively students around is a way for him to get on her good side, because Rosalia overhears the teachers’ discussions of tests and future lessons so that he wouldn’t have to study for an upcoming history test: while Cater’s idea of a party to lift Rosalia’s spirits is in good nature, he wants something out of it that benefits him. But while disappointed the plan didn’t work, he’s quick to brush it off, and Rosalia’s anger, by mentioning that she’s cuter when uptight anyway.

In his PE card “This betrayer!” Cater only have five laps left to do in PE. But he hates how sweaty he is and how tedious the overall task is. So he uses his UM to try and avoid doing all five laps himself. Riddle catches him red-handed, and Cater tries - albeit I’m sure he knows it’s a lost cause - to flatter Riddle at the last minute. Trey’s also involved, and despite leaving Cater in the dust, Trey also returns with Riddle, because Trey knows that Cater’s the type that tries to cut corners whenever possible, something against the rules in Heartslabyul. Honestly, as far as Trey goes, Trey’s someone used to the way Riddle holds himself back. Cater’s exterior personality wouldn’t be hard for Trey to recognise as Cater pushing himself or exaggerating points of his personality just to keep up an image. especially after being in the same dorm for three years.

In short, while he isn’t malicious about majority of the time, Cater will use others to get out situations and tasks he wants no part of. This is a huge thing reflected in his UM, as it allows Cater to be in more than one place, so that he personally doesn’t have to be involved. Growing up with two pushy older sisters, it makes he develops a UM that complements a need for escape when pure wit won’t work. And despite being someone with a superficial interest in trends, that experience accumulates in him understanding the basics about social media and how it affects others, himself included, since it became the only way he could stay in contact with acquaintances and ‘friends’ from previous years.

Cater has a good understanding of how people, in general, work, especially those in his agegroup, which makes him rather crafty when he wants to string others along and get out of a situation. This doesn’t make Cater a mean or conniving person, and in fact, he’s generally amicable and social. Cater lives by a pretty ‘live in the moment’ credo. He enjoys having fun and not getting overly serious about issues when he can help it. There are instances where he doesn’t care about the situation he’s in, or thinks it’s lame/boring, but he tries to make the most of it as something to post about on MagiCam later to engage in low-effort social interaction for a mental break.

Cater pretty much states this in his Halloween SSR:

“If I left there, they remained there. That’s why I’d rather have a casual and happy time with everyone instead of going steady. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. And that’s why MagiCam is the best. I suddenly got messages from acquaintances from the school I went to 3 years ago. Aren’t my casual and light relationships multiplying? It’s lovely! “

Social media helps him keep in contact with people on a low-effort level, so the risk of moving doesn’t damage his relationships online like it would physical friendships. As for family, Cater’s feelings towards his family are difficult, tricky ones he has problems with. He certainly doesn’t hate them, but their lifestyle, the moving and pushy personalities, don’t mesh well with Cater’s personality overall. When Lilia tries to relate to Cater’s experiences of fleeting relationships, Cater can’t help but dismiss Lilia’s empathy as surface-level, since, to CATER’S knowledge (it’s not like he knows Lilia’s old as shit), Lilia’s always lived in the VoT with his own family and friends, which hits a sore spot with Cater:

““Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback Lilia: I feel like I understand you. But it is just as Cater says, it might be the truth that you should not attach yourself too much to one person in particular.

Flashback ends Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up in the same place and never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over… He wouldn’t understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

/Notification

Cater: Hello, Trey. What’s up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And is Deuce from my committee lacking in hands, so Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to use this to ask me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I’ll be back soon, Trey, please calm him! It was such a pain getting involved in the biggest crisis of this Halloween week! No, for real! I’m not lying. That’s why you don’t have to say such cold things to me, kay? URGH, TREY, YOU’RE SO CRUEL!!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia’s turmoil has settled, it’s time to change the mood. No matter how you slice it, we’ll still separate if we become 4th years… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the memories I’m making “now”! I’ll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I’ll show them my serious side!”

Cater calls his own feelings ‘worthless and meaningless’, which likely ties into how he got dragged into his mother and sisters’ own interests over his own, and sometimes even criticised if he didn’t go with their flow. He also expects the friendships he’s made in NRC (as we see with him talking to Trey about the rest of the Heartslabyul cast), to inevitably disappear after he and Trey are fourth years with their own internships and lives to live. Because to Cater, the future of his life and relationships appear disruptive and inconsistent, so instead of fretting about them, he wants to live in the moment and enjoy what he’s doing at all times, hence why he cuts corners to make things easier on himself. This is why he can come across as superficial and easy to get along with, because he doesn’t want to fret over the details.

unrelated but we’re team ‘former dorm leader cater’ here because him doing it because it sounds cool and fun fits perfectly with his personality

#cater diamond #twisted wonderland #Anonymous

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goldenclosetnetwork · 4 years

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23 | Jungkook’s Birthday Project [Masterlist]

In celebration of Jungkook’s birthday, GCN is hosting our very first project! In honor of our Golden Maknae turning 23, our project will be based on 23 Prompts and 23 AUs!

Thank you to everyone who joined us!! We hope you had loads of fun writing for JK’s bday!!

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⤚ A Hero’s Journey by @hansolmates

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⤜ summary: Jungkook and Jisoo are the mightiest power couple. However, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. You realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story ⤜ genre: best friend’s boyfriend au, slice of life, angst, smut, graphic designer au, editor au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ EXPLORER by @1kook

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⤜ summary: Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, alien au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Good Different by @prettyboongi

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⤜ summary: You and Jeon Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you could remember. Everyone knows you two as "The Gruesome Twosome" and you'd be so lost without your best guy. So imagine your shock when one day Jungkook suddenly confesses his true feelings for you and asks you to be his girlfriend! Surprised and anxious, you accept his feelings and agree to try out a relationship with Jungkook while wrestling your own conflicting feelings towards him. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, friends 2 lovers au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Here Comes The Bride, All Dressed In Pride by @hansolmates

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⤜ summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend. ⤜ genre: fluff, crack, fake dating au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ Into The Shadows by @mikroparadise

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⤜ summary: Late nights at the office were never really your thing. But when the new guy Jeon Jungkook asks you to stay late to help him with a personal project one evening, despite you barely knowing him from Adam, you can’t bring yourself to say no to him. Your first coffee break of the night proves to be horrifying, however, when you accidentally witness an event that you should have never been there to see. And now, you and Jungkook have to run like your lives depend on it. Because they do. ⤜ genre: angst, smut, mafia au, s2l au, mafia au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ i wanna do (whatever you wanna do) by @joopiterjoon

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⤜ summary: Jungkook gets into trouble a lot, but that's okay because his three hyungs always forgive him. ⤜ genre: fluff, slice of life, mxm, poly au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x Rapline

⤚ Losing It by @yoonseoksoftie

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⤜ summary: there are many ways jungkook thought he’d lose his v-card. prom, at his debutant ball, at jin’s crazy house parties, during his first semester at college or maybe a one night stand. but never did he think it would be to you. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, fuckgirl au, f22l au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ Love Language by @ezralia-writes

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⤜ summary: “Relationships grow better when we understand each other. Each love language is important and expresses love in its own way. Learning the way we feel loved and appreciated helps create a stronger bond in a relationship.” ~ The Five Love Languages Perhaps the reason two best friends retained unrequited crushes for each other all these years is simply because neither of you could understand the different ways you express your undying affections for one another. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, f2l (idiots 2 lovers) ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Personal Galaxy by @baepsaesbae

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⤜ summary: You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, go on a stargazing date to celebrate your anniversary. ⤜ genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Prince of Darkness by @suqakoo

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⤜ summary: Your coven has protected the Prince of Darkness for centuries before you were even born. He was never supposed to wake without his mate, unless...she lives. ⤜ genre: smut, minor angst, romance, vampire au, witch au, soulmate au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Roseraie by @yeojaa

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⤜ summary: What you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you two apart. It was your love that would be your demise. ⤜ genre: angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ 神奇 (Shénqí) by @heyitsmeee2

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⤜ summary: Lost in a magical forest is not what you expected. Neither was being stuck in a fairy village for the unforeseeable future. But you didn't mind it too much, especially when there was a sweet fairy willing to help you out. ⤜ genre: romance, fantasy au, fairy au, s2l-e2l-f2l au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (gender neutral) reader

⤚ Stupid Love by @daydreamindollie

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⤜ summary: you want to be honest with him but saying you love him would be stupid; he wouldn't know love if it slapped him across the face ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, superhero au, best friends 2 lovers ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Sugar Pink by @dewykth

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⤜ summary: maybe asking his brother's best friend to teach him about sex was a stupid, impulsive decision. but jungkook has never been one for good plans. besides, it's not like it could get any worse than this right? ⤜ genre: romance, angst, smut, brother's best friend au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ The Most Lonely Creature by @astraljoon

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⤜ summary: Playing with an old radio seemed silly, but you had nothing better to do. you didn't expect to come into contact with someone, or something, and they so happened to be on the other side of the cosmos. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, smut, alien au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ There You Are by @joonkookiemonster

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⤜ summary: Everyone around him found their mates already and he is very anxious about his. Out of all scenarios he had imagined, it didn't cross his mind that his omega comes into his house as the shy fried chicken delivery girl, under his big pet dog. ⤜ genre: fluff, smut, werewolf au, a/b/o au, alpha au, omega au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x reader

⤚ (Un)welcomed Addition by @honeyj00ns

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⤜ summary: After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course. ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, neighbors 2 lovers au, fuckboy au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Wherever You Are by @suhdays

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⤜ summary: It’s not that he was afraid, he was just unsure of how to connect to those so unlike him. It’s not that he was never in love before, he just never loved anyone quite like he loves you. In all of the decades that has passed since his turning to a vampire, Jeongguk wanted nothing more than to be with you. ⤜ genre: fluff, slight angst, vampire au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Your Eyes Tell by @pars-ley

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⤜ summary: When your best friend’s a prince and inherits the throne, he needs to find a wife to rule alongside him as Queen, you’re more than happy to help him choose an eligible bachelorette. But what happens when you, who only wants to marry for love, are forced to be one of the participants? Jungkook already knows he wants to choose you. He’s loved you for years but could he do that to his best friend; force a marriage of convenience and a life of loyalty to the throne onto you, when he knows all you desire is love and romance? ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, royals au, arranged marriage au, unrequited love au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

⤚ Zero to Hero by @btsxdoll

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⤜ summary: Life hadn't been kind to Jungguk but that hadn't stopped him before, so why would it not? ⤜ genre: fluff, angst, romance, greek mythology au ⤜ pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

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Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too

Pairings/Characters: America/Romano. Background Gerita, and Seborga and Prussia are there too. Very brief appearances from Denmark and Lithuania in the video, as well as a ton of other characters who don’t get lines.

Rating: Teen, but only for cursing. Very fluffy, and no warnings to speak of.

Word Count: 2518

Summary: America sends Romano a special video for his birthday. He isn’t Elvis Presley, but it’s the best rendition of the song Romano’s ever heard.

A/N: I wanted to post something fluffy for Romano’s birthday. This will be up on AO3 soon.

It had been a nice, quiet birthday for Romano so far. Feli’s macho potato had dropped by to spend the day with him, and Prussia had tagged along too. Savino was glad Gilbert and Marcello were here, because otherwise he would’ve been stuck third-wheeling the sappiest couple in the world on his own birthday. Spain and Belgium had said they would arrive in a couple hours, which Romano was looking forward to as well. Most of the people who had sent his little brother a happy birthday message had remembered to send one to him too. America had sent them both silly e-cards, and the gifts he’d sent had arrived a week early and would be unwrapped along with all the others after they frosted the cake.

Romano was not lonely, especially not for someone who would’ve had to fly across a whole ocean to see him. He only threw a spatula at Germany’s head when he leaned in to kiss Feli right after he put the cake in the oven because the sight of the potato bastard kissing his little brother grossed him out to no end.

Feliciano pouted at him. “Fratello, that wasn’t very nice of you.”

“I had to stop you two before I lost my appetite. I want to actually be able to eat a slice of cake later!”

Germany muttered something under his breath, and Seborga giggled while Prussia ruffled his hair. “Relax, Savi. It’s your birthday.”

Romano shoved Gilbert’s hand away. “I’m relaxing just fine, damn it.” He walked over to the counter to check his phone, which had received a few new messages since he and Feli had started making their joint birthday cake.

As he was reading a message from New Zealand (who seemed to be confused by the time difference and hoped their message had arrived on time), a new text popped up on his phone. From America.

“Huh, that’s weird.”

“What’s weird?” Marcello asked.

“America sent me a link to a Youtube video.” Alfred liked to upload a lot of strange things on Youtube, including cooking videos with his twin, recordings of him prank calling England, and the occasional stunt that would’ve turned Savino’s hair gray if he’d aged like a human. Seriously, what the fuck had possessed him to surf down a staircase on a fucking ironing board?

The message before the link was cryptic as hell. Happy bday. Here’s an extra present for you. 😉 Hope you enjoy.🎶 Knowing America, Romano wouldn’t have been too surprised if he’d opened up the link and seen that one Rick Astley song the idiota still thought was funny to send to people. But Feli immediately got excited about it.

“Oh, he finally sent you the video! I thought he’d do that a month ago!”

Prussia smirked as Feli rushed over to them. “Nah, Al had always planned to upload it today.”

Germany came over with a subtle hint of a smile on his face, like he knew what all this was about too. At least Marcello still looked baffled as he leaned over to get a look at Savino’s phone.

“What the fuck are you assholes up to?” Savino didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like that everyone except his baby brother had been plotting something behind his back.

“It isn’t bad, Romano,” Germany promised. “Just open the link and you’ll see.”

Romano didn’t trust Germany further than he could throw him, and the guy was way too heavy for him to even lift. But if Germany thought it was okay, it probably wasn’t a video involving the kinds of ridiculous shenanigans America liked to film, and it certainly was nowhere near as heart-attack inducing as some of the videos he’d seen Fredo post (especially if Prussia or Denmark were egging him on). Savino squinted at Ludwig suspiciously before he clicked on the link.

It wasn’t Rick Astley. The video started with a black screen. “No, Gil, you’re supposed to press the red button!” The voice sounded like Denmark.

“Magnus, I pressed the red button!” That was Prussia.

“Guys, maybe we could use my iPhone instead?” America asked. His voice sounded uncharacteristically strained and nervous. “The quality won’t be as good, but at this point Vinny’s probably given up anyway.”

Suddenly, the image of a white dress shirt with a navy tie (and an inexplicable ukulele) appeared on the screen. The camera zoomed out a little, and he could see Alfred smiling at him in a crowded bar with many nations Romano knew well, and many who were only acquaintances. Denmark rushed past him, but Romano could scarcely take his eyes off America. He was wearing the same outfit he’d seen him in on the day of the last world meeting he’d attended a couple months ago in Berlin, and he was cradling a ukulele in his arms. His warm smile, as always, made Romano’s heart skip a beat. But there was a hint of anxiety in his crystal blue eyes, and that made Romano wish he was there to talk to America and help him with whatever seemed to be bothering him.

“Hey, Vinny! Right now it’s still January, but by the time I upload this video, it will be your birthday, so happy birthday, dude! I hope you’re having a good day with your brothers.” He chuckled. “You guys will probably need a huge cake if you’re gonna blow out all your birthday candles.”

Romano rolled his eyes. “That’s what numbered candles are for, idiota,” he murmured.

“Anyway, I know I’m not the best singer in the world—” Prussia snickered from behind the camera and America glared at him sharply before relaxing back into the smile he’d had on his face before. “But I’ve been practicing this song a lot, so hopefully you’ll like it.”

Romano wondered which song it was. If it was the Italian version of “Happy Birthday,” America wouldn’t need a ukulele, and this video would not be three and a half minutes in length.

America started strumming the ukulele, and it wasn’t the “Happy Birthday” song. Savino vaguely recognized the melody, and apparently Feliciano knew what the song was, because he was bouncing next to him and muffling squeals behind his hand. Savino was tempted to smack him, but that would involve looking away from his phone.

Then, America started to sing in a shaky but surprisingly clear voice, staring straight at the camera. “Wise men say, only fools rush in…”

Marcello gasped. “He didn’t!”

“Oh, he totally did,” Prussia replied smugly.

Savino was too emotional to talk. He teared up as Alfred continued with the next line. “But I can’t help falling in love with you.” Fredo’s voice was full of sincerity, like he actually meant it, like he actually loved him. For so long, Romano had assumed his feelings for America were completely one-sided, that he would have to ignore them as much as possible, vainly hope they might disappear, and move on with his life as best he could. But clearly, he had been wrong, and the proof was that America was serenading him with a love song. On his birthday.

America started walking backwards with his ukulele, and Prussia’s camera followed him. At the end of the first verse, he’d reached a booth with Spain, Portugal, Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg. They all held up signs wishing him a happy birthday in various languages as they sang the last line together. Spain waved and Belgium winked at the camera, and America grinned as he kept walking through the bar.

He briefly stopped by other groups of people to allow them to hold up signs wishing Romano a happy birthday as he sang. Russia, his sisters, and Canada. Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia and Poland. Hungary, Austria, Germany, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein. China, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam, and South Korea. France, Monaco, all the UK countries, and Ireland. Australia, New Zealand, Seychelles, and Kenya. Greece, Turkey, and Egypt. All the Nordics too. It was the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone had ever done for Romano. America must have gone to so much effort to orchestrate something like this, to gather so many countries together in one bar in Berlin and convince them to go along with his plan. Savino smiled as he kept watching the video. Maybe Alfred wasn’t as good a singer as Elvis Presley or any of the many people who had covered this song, but his performance was heartfelt, and Savino loved every second of it.

Near the end, all of the countries sang the line “For I can’t help falling in love with you” together and held up their happy birthday signs. The bartender and some confused humans sang along with them. Savino laughed as Alfred chuckled sheepishly in the video, cheeks turning pink because this was an unusually public spectacle, even for him.

Alfred repeated the final chorus and sang with just him and the ukulele, as he had begun the song. “Take my hand, take my whole life too.” His eyes were shining with tears, and not the happy kind Savino had been shedding since the second line of the song. “For I can’t help falling in love with you.” He repeated the final line then took a deep breath.

“So, yeah. That uhh… wasn’t just a song.” America glanced off to the side. “I’ve kinda been hopelessly in love with you for a while.”

“About 90 years, give or take!” a tipsy voice shouted from off camera. It sounded just like Lithuania, the few times he’d had a little too much to drink at a speakeasy back when he, America, and Romano all lived together. Romano remembered those days fondly.

America hunched his shoulders with a pained look on his face. “Yeah. What Tolys said. You mean a lot to me, Vinny, both as a friend and possibly more, if you want that. If you just wanna stay friends, that’s cool. I hope you liked the song. Happy birthday.”

The screen abruptly cut to black, and the video ended. Savino wiped his eyes and looked up at Feliciano. “This is… this is why we had to fly back right away, isn’t it? Our boss didn’t call you.”

Feli shook his head. “I lied. America asked me to lie so he could surprise you with that video.”

“I can’t believe he did that for me.” Part of Savino felt like he didn’t deserve it, but a much bigger part of him was too selfish to care about what he did or didn’t deserve. He just wanted to be happy. “I wish he was here,” Romano confessed quietly. “I wish I could tell him I feel the same way.” And he wanted to kiss away every tear that idiota had ever cried over him, which was long overdue.

Savino ignored his little brothers cooing over what he had just said and tried not to bristle at the fact that even Germany seemed to think it was adorable. Prussia, weirdly enough, was too busy texting on his phone to join in on the overbearing fawning.

Gilbert chuckled at something on his phone. “Alfred’s a lot closer than you think. He decided to skip the Saint Paddy’s Day parade this year.” He grinned up at Romano, who instantly got the message. Alfred wasn’t celebrating with his Irish-American citizens. He was here in Italy, and it wouldn’t take much effort for Romano to find him.

He sprinted to his front door and flung it open. Alfred, who had been standing with his back to the front door, turned around to face him. “Vinny, I…”

Savino was too impatient to let him get another word out. He tugged on the collar of his emerald green t-shirt and sealed their mouths together. Alfred made a muffled sound of surprise and started kissing him a couple seconds later. He wrapped an arm around his waist, and Savino could feel that he was holding something wrapped in cellophane in his hand. He didn’t give a fuck what it was. He didn’t give a fuck about anything except the fact that Alfred was grinning against his mouth as he reluctantly pulled away for air.

Alfred’s face was flushed, and he had to reach up to fix his glasses. “Wow. This t-shirt never worked before.”

Savino glanced down at the shirt, which read “Kiss Me, I’m Irish!” (of course it did) and snorted. “I didn’t kiss you because of a fucking t-shirt logo. I kissed you because I watched that birthday video you sent me, which was the most adorable goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“So you liked the song, huh?”

“I loved the song. And I love you too, Fredo.”

He heard sniffling, and it couldn’t have been Alfred, who was beaming at him like every prayer he’d ever uttered had been answered just by Savino saying those words to him. And the sniffling noise was coming from behind him. At least one person had followed Romano to the front door, but Romano had been too focused on America to notice.

Romano tensed up as America laughed and put an arm around his shoulder. “Germany, are you crying, dude?”

“I… I’m verklempt. That was a beautiful moment.” Savino glanced over and saw that Germany wasn’t the only one. Veneziano, Seborga, and Prussia were all standing in the entryway, and they all looked misty-eyed.

Romano groaned and turned to bury his face in America’s ridiculous t-shirt. “Seriously, did you come out here to fucking spy on us?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” America squeezed his arm around him in a silent gesture of support. He could probably tell how embarrassed Romano was.

“Well, you were the one who decided to run out the front door suddenly,” Marcello said teasingly. “You can’t blame us for wanting to see what was going on.”

Veneziano piled on. “It’s nice of you to visit us on our birthday, America. You can come inside if you want, or you can stay out here and kiss Savi some more.”

Romano growled and turned to shoot vicious glares at both of his brothers, but America didn’t seem bothered at all. “As tempting as it sounds to stand here and kiss Vinny all day, I think I’ll come inside.” He dropped his arm from around Savino’s shoulders and presented him with the floral bouquet he somehow hadn’t noticed earlier in his mad dash to the door. “These are for you.”

“Grazie.” Savino smiled as he bent his head to sniff the bouquet of red roses mixed with white lilies. The symbolism wasn’t lost on him.

“Anything for you,” America whispered, too quietly for the others to hear. He pressed a kiss to Savino’s cheek, grabbed his wheeled suitcase, and dangled out his free hand as they headed into the house behind the others.

Romano grabbed America’s hand and laced their fingers together. This was the best birthday he’d ever had, and it was due in no small part to the fact America was holding his hand right now and smiling like he was the one who had received everything he ever wanted.

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I Keep My Eyes Wide Open Chapter 3

Word Count: 6024

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major character death (eventually), Mentions of past rape/non-con (eventually)

Pairing: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (hinted?)

Summary: Damian spends some time away from Gotham and learns a few things for himself and his future.

Notes: Just a heads up, I have decided to NOT post next week at all. I have a lot left to do in regards to Christmas for my gremlins so I’m going to be focusing on that. That MIGHT mean I’ll give you two chapters the week after, but it might not. Who knows? My oldest’s bday is New Year’s Day so it depends on that really. You’ll get one that day, but you might get one before that too.

If you have not read When You Move I Move, this one won’t really make much sense. So you can read that here: WYMIM

You can also read this chapter on AO3 here

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Leaning forward to look out the window of the carriage, Damian took in the large fields of what he assumed were crops, that paved the way up to the main city of Metropolis. He remembered Jon writing about how he and his father would go down and help with the harvest because his father believed that even a king should know how to reap a field.

Damian also remembered being fascinated with the idea. When he had inquired about it to his own father, the man had laughed and said that it sounded exactly like something King Clark would say. He also said that if Damian ever wanted to experience that for himself, he was sure one of their local farmers would be more than happy to teach him. He saved the idea for a later date because he was sure his mother would have many words to say about ‘lowering himself to peasant standards’ and the eleven-year-old was tired of the lectures.

“What do you think Little Prince?” Damian glanced over at Ser Jason, who had accompanied him on his journey at his father’s request. “Their kingdom is different from our own, but I think you’ll find they are a people who love their king just as much as Gotham loves your father.”

Nodding his head, he looked back out the window. “Father said the people are kinder, warmer.” Ser Jason hummed and Damian didn’t bother looking back to him. “I am looking forward to a different perspective when it comes to ruling a kingdom. King Clark is so different from Father and Grandfather.”

“He is,” Ser Jason agreed. “Your father has learned much from his friendship with the King of Metropolis, but the same could be said the other way. If you are not willing to learn from others, then you have no business ruling over anyone.”

“Why is that?”

He leaned back into his seat as he turned green eyes onto the Dragon Slayer, watching the other man’s relaxed posture across from him. It had been a long journey, but Damian had noticed the other man relax the further they got away from Gotham despite who they were both leaving behind.

“A king should be strong, and he should be smart,” Ser Jason gave him a look, “but he should also be kind and malleable. No one man is infallible. No one man has all the answers. And the man who thinks he knows all he needs to know is someone who will demand allegiance over earning it.” And Damian didn’t need to know much about ruling to know that anyone who demanded their citizens follow them rarely was an adored ruler.

“How to you stop from becoming that person?” He kept his eyes on Ser Jason while the other man considered him carefully. Damian wondered what was going through his mind, but Ser Jason had always been good at protecting his thoughts from his eyes. Unlike a lot of people.

“I suppose you surround yourself with people who would be willing to tell you when you are making a mistake,” Ser Jason shrugged. “And you always make sure you’re willing to admit when you’ve actually made one.”

Damian considered the words and nodded. It made sense. His grandfather had struggled with admitting when he was wrong. It had been an issue with his council and even some of the citizens of Gotham. His father didn’t seem to suffer from that same issue. If anything, from what he had seen, the man accepted faults that were not his to accept. But how did you find a balance that two of the greatest men he had ever known couldn’t seem to find?

“Little Prince, we have many years to be sure that you know how to be better than your grandfather and left self-sacrificing than your father.” Damian wasn’t sure what to say to that, but was granted a pardon when Ser Jason leaned forward and looked out the window. “Ah, we are here.”

Allowing his gaze to look out the window, Damian saw as they passed the walls of the city and headed toward the center where the castle was nestled. When he had studied the layout of the kingdom, Damian had been surprised that they had built the city around the castle. But then his father had informed him that the castle used to be a religious center point. But then the kingdom had discovered that the religious leaders had been sacrificing to their “gods” and the citizens had overthrown the establishment. Once the religious leaders had been dealt with, the citizens voted to make the building the home of the king instead. It brought new light to the mindset of those living in Metropolis.

Once they pulled up to the castle itself, Damian settled back into his seat and waited. He could see King Clark’s imposing figure waiting for them, along with the other members of the royal family. It made him a little nervous to be on their terms now, but at least he had Ser Jason with him.

Once everything had come to a stop, Ser Jason moved closer to the door so he could exit first when the footman came to open the door, allowing him to survey the conditions before Damian followed. Once Damian’s feet were on the ground, he was immediately enclosed in a familiar pair of arms.

“Jon, my boy,” he could hear King Clark laughing. “Let His Highness at least get both feet on the ground.” Jon was suddenly being pulled away and Damian face to face with him and the king who had tugged his son away. “Hello Ser Todd, Prince Damian. Welcome to Metropolis. Again, for you I suppose Ser Todd.”

“Your Majesty,” Ser Jason gave a bow of respect. “And Your Highness, good to see your exuberance again.” Ser Jason chuckled at the fourteen-year-old’s enthusiastic greeting.

“Thank you for having us, Your Majesty,” Damian greeted the older man with a bow of his own before turning a smile onto Jon and allowing it to grow when Jon’s did as well. ��Your Highness, good to see you again. And Your Majesty,” he nodded to the woman who came up behind Jon. He could see Duke Kon and his uncle a few feet back, but he gave the royal couple his immediate attention because tradition called for it.

“Please, no need to be so formal here. I know your father would not stand upon ceremony, so neither should you.” Damian nodded at the king before looking around the trio to see his uncle. “Ah yes, I am sure you have been looking forward to seeing your uncle.”

Without having to be told, Damian moved forward to reach his uncle who met him halfway. “Nephew,” his uncle greeted him, hugging him tightly for a moment before releasing him so Damian could turn and hug his uncle by marriage. “We’re so glad you’re here. How was the ride?”

“Long, but comfortable,” Damian responded when he released the Duke and looked over at his uncle. “I have a few things from home for you that Father said you would appreciate.” He watched his uncle’s gaze turn curious before he looked over at Ser Jason and smiled brightly.

“Ser Todd,” he greeted formally, but laughed when the slayer picked him up in a tight hug before putting him back on his feet and shaking the hand of his husband. “My brother was unable to break away, then?”

“Unfortunately not,” Ser Jason responded with a frown. Damian knew that his mother had something to do with the fact that his father couldn’t join them, but he wasn’t aware as to what it was. “But he sent me in his place. Is that not just as good? Am I not enough for you, Duke Timothy?” His uncle chuckled and Ser Jason pressed a hand to his chest as though he were offended.

“Damian, I’ll show you where you’re staying,” Jon slipped in-between Damian and Ser Jason, reaching for the younger’s hand. “You can talk to the grown-ups later.”

“No need to lie about it, Nephew,” the duke laughed. “We all know you just want your friend to yourself. It’s quite all right.” The five adults all laughed as the Jon huffed and tugged Damian away from them toward the entrance of the castle.

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“Do you think you will make a good king?”

The question was surprising mostly because it was coming from Jon and not King Clark, but also because rarely did people ask about his future role in the kingdom. He didn’t like to think too much about taking over his father’s throne, not sure he would ever be ready for that. His father was such a beloved man and his mother made it clear she expected him to be better than his father. But how did you best that?

“I hope to make my father proud,” was all he could think of to say. He looked up from the game sitting on the floor between him and Jon, considering the teen across from him. “My mother has so many expectations, but Father just wants me to be who I am. He does not tell me to be one way or another.”

He watched Jon hum before looking down at the game and making his move. “My father is much the same. He tells me what he would do, but then tells me that I must make decisions on what I think is best. Sometimes I am not certain what that means.”

Damian could sympathize with that.

His father was such a good man, a good king. He was the ultimate standard to live up to and while Damian wanted nothing more than to do just that, he also knew his father didn’t want that of him. He didn’t want Damian to be just like him.

“When our fathers are such great men, it is hard to not want to be just like them,” Damian admitted as he watched Jon move his pieces. “But if we are just like them, then who are we really?” He glanced up at Jon and found the older boy nodded, looking at a spot somewhere behind Damian.

“I likely have many years before I am seated on the throne,” Jon told him. Damian knew Metropolis allowed their king to rule until he felt unfit or he passed, unlike Gotham where an heir took the throne when they reached the age of 25. Damian would likely be king before Jon, should King Clark’s health hold out and peace remain. “But I think about whether or not I want the crown frequently. I know I am my father’s sole heir, but Uncle Kon could easily take the throne if I didn’t want it.”

“And what would your father say if you decided that being king was not what you wanted?”

“I do not know for certain. It is only a passing thought, nothing to question just yet.” But Damian felt like perhaps it was something that should be questioned. Why continue with all the lessons and training if ultimately you didn’t want to take the crown? He had never considered what it would be like to abdicate. Between his mother’s expectations and the desire to be just like his father, he’s not sure he ever could.

“What would you do?”

“Hmm?”

“If you decided to drop your claim to the throne, what would you do?” Damian questioned, watching Jon closely. The fourteen-year-old shrugged and looked at Damian but remained silent. “I was basically born to take the throne. My parents do not love each other the way your parents do. My father…he loves someone he can never marry, and my mother came to him knowing, but hoping for more. Her only purpose was to provide him an heir, me.” He wasn’t sure where was taking this, but it felt like it had to mean something.

“Just because the circumstances were less than ideal, does not mean you were only wanted for that purpose,” Jon commented. Damian supposed he was right, but if he didn’t become king, what was the point of all of it? “Your father would love you no matter what you decided. But I know you well enough to know you will be King of Gotham when you turn 25 and your father will be so proud.”

“And you?”

“We shall have to see, won’t we?”

Damian wanted to answer, but there was something in his tone that made him pause and just observe. The look on his face was thoughtful, considering. It was unnerving and Damian wasn’t sure how to take it. He had seen a look like that on his father’s face before when looking at Ser Todd, but he wasn’t sure that was really comparable when he thought about it.

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The air was crisp as he walked the fields with Ser Jason on one side and Jon on the other. The pair spoke over his head about some adventure Ser Jason had been on since the last visit Jon had made to Gotham, but Damian had long stopped listening. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, it was just that the surrounding areas interested him more.

“Do you hear that?” Ser Jason’s question broke through Damian’s musings and pulled the younger man to look at him. Furrowing his brows, Damian tried to listen for whatever it was the older man had heard but all he could pick up was the rustling sound of the wheat in the breeze.

But then there was a whimpering sound.

“There,” Damian said, turning and hurrying toward the sound. The other two called out to him, but he knew they were following just by the sound of the wheat stalks moving. His green eyes scanned the direction the whimper had come from as he rushed toward it, looking for anything that might have been making the noise.

“Little Prince!” Ser Jason called out in warning just as Damian spotted the small black creature attempting to pull its leg out of a tangle of rope. The animal howled at the sight of them and backed away, baring its teeth at the perceived threat.

Damian held his hands up and approached slowly, shaking off Ser Jason’s hand when it landed on his shoulder.

“Damian, please.” He paused to look back at the older man, frowning at the concern he saw on his features. It was rare for the older man to use his first name so casually. “Let me try and get the pup free.” Looking back to the dog, Damian dropped his hands and stopped moving so the other man could carefully approach the dog.

Jon stood shoulder to shoulder with him and the pair watched the slayer carefully kneel down once he was close enough and held out a hand for the dog to sniff. The dog nosed at the offered hand before going back to trying to get its leg out.

“Let me help,” Ser Jason muttered, reaching slowly for the rope. He paused for only a moment when the dog let out a growl before he realized the man was trying to help. “How did this happen, hmm? You must have been dragging this rope for quite some way. It looks like it has caught on some roots here,” he called over his shoulder as he worked to loosen the knot.

The instant the dog’s leg was free, he backed away from the three of them but didn’t run off. Damian found it curious.

Moving forward, he knelt next to Ser Jason and watched the dog, locking eyes with the animal. “What kind of dog is he?” Damian questioned, shifting forward so he could get closer to it.

“Looks like a breed of hunting dog the villagers raise. I am not certain,” Jon called over to him. Damian hummed and stopped when he was within arms reach of the dog and just waited. “What are you doing, Damian?”

“He needs to be looked at. He could have hurt himself. And he certainly looks as though he needs a good meal,” Damian commented, still watching the dog as it began to inch over to him. “He could have run, but he didn’t. He is not afraid of us, but he needs reason to trust us.” He could hear movement behind him and assumed Ser Jason had stood and moved over to Jon’s side, but didn’t bother looking. He kept his gaze solely on the dog. Slowly, cautiously, Damian moved to hold his hand out for the dog to smell just as he had seen Ser Jason do and waited for the cold nose of the pup to connect with his palm.

“That’s a good pup,” he murmured as he allowed his hand to run over the head of the dog. “I shall call you Titus for now.”

“Saved.” Ser Jason’s voice sounded amused and Damian spared him a glance, finding a smirk on his face. “Fitting, Little Prince.” The words were said in jest, but Damian knew that look in his eyes. Pride. With a nod, Damian looked back to the pup and carefully moved to run his hand over the leg.

“Can he walk? We can take him to the healer in the city. They should be able to tell us how Titus will fair.” When he was certain the leg was not damaged to the point of internal injury, Damian slowly stood and looked down at Titus.

“Come, Titus,” he commanded, walking toward the city walls where they had come from. He didn’t glance back to see if the dog would follow and waved for Jon and Ser Jason to join him. It was a few paces before the sound of paws hitting packed dirt sounded and the dog was slipping between his and Ser Jason’s legs.

“I’m not sure who will want to murder me more when we come home with Titus; your mother or grandfather,” Ser Jason joked as they made their way back to the city.

“Not the king?”

“Oh no, Your Highness,” Ser Jason said seriously. “No, King Richard would murder me if I denied his son something he so clearly wants. Especially an innocent something.” Damian pursed his lips to keep from beaming at the idea of his father approving of his actions just now. He ignored the concern that wanted to bubble up with the thought that his mother was going to have a few choice words about it. He wasn’t going to think about it now. Not when he knew he would have his father in his corner.

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“Honestly, Titus,” Damian sighed as the dog panted at the window of the carriage. Just three weeks after having found him and the dog had gone from skin and bone to healthy and growing quite quickly. King Clark had warned them that the breed was one that grew quite large, but Damian had waved it off and welcomed the thought.

He wasn’t sure how Titus had come to be at that spot the day they found him, but Damian refused to believe it was anything other than fate.

Ser Jason reached over and scratched at the dog’s ears before settling back in his seat. “He knows home when he sees it. We are almost there. Are you happy to be returning?” Damian considered the question as he stared out the window Titus was still sticking his nose out of, watching the trees rush past them.

“I have missed most aspects of home,” he settled on. Though he loved Ser Jason as a father and knew he could trust him, he struggled to admit that he was not looking forward to being under his mother’s thumb once again. Queen Lois had been such a breath of fresh air. To see the way a mother could love her child, it had left Damian wanting something he knew would never be his. And though his father and Ser Jason loved him as parents should, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was missing out on something without the love of a mother.

“It is okay to be sad to be returning home, Little Prince,” Ser Jason spoke softly and Damian’s gaze dropped to his lap before looking over at the older man. His eyes were earnest and caring, but understanding as well. “I do not know what goes through the minds of others, but I do know your father understands much of what you’re dealing with.”

“But not completely.”

“No, perhaps not completely since Queen Talia was gone well before your father was your age, but from what I recall, she might have been more rigid than Catalina.” Damian didn’t know if that was possible, in all honestly, but he nodded anyway. He knew stories of the late queen and knew she was not who his grandfather had thought she was. His second wife, Selina, had not been very motherly but she was kind and she was loving. His father said he had found a friend and confidante in the former queen and it had been exactly what he had needed.

“We’re here,” Damian chose to say instead of acknowledging the conversation any more, looking out the window and seeing the approaching city walls. They were finally home and he found himself getting nervous as to what would happen upon the revelation of Titus. “You won’t let them take him?”

His green eyes looked into Ser Jason’s turquoise ones and the other man nodded. “They will have to take me down before I allow you to be parted from Titus. You have my word on that, My Prince.” Damian saw the truth in his eyes and nodded. “Besides, I already wrote to your father weeks ago and told him about the pup. His reply came a few days before we left and spoke of his excitement to meet the newest Wayne.” Damian felt a smile spread on his face as he jumped forward and gave Ser Jason a hug in thanks.

“The Prince has returned!” Damian pulled away at the shouts from the crowd and leaned closer to the windows to see citizens starting to line the streets at their passing. He could hear various shouts of his name and greetings and it made a warm feeling settle in his chest.

“You should lean out and wave,” Ser Jason instructed. Nodding, Damian did just that and was rewarded with more cheers and calls of his name. “The people already love you. You do not realize how much of your father you have in you. His influence is an overwhelming presence.”

That was the kind of praise that could be considered dangerous when spoken around the wrong people, but with just him and Ser Jason in the carriage, Damian let the pride swell in his chest. To be compared to his father and come out favorably, what more could he ask for? His father was the best man he knew, the best man any of them knew, and he could only be so lucky to be loved like he was.

Settling back into the carriage as they breached the gates of the castle, Damian smiled at Ser Jason before smoothing his cloaks. “Thank you, Ser Jason,” he said carefully. “Thank you for accompanying me on this trip. I know that I wouldn’t have been allowed otherwise, so thank you.” The older man just gazed at him with a warm expression and gave a small nod. It said more than words could.

When the carriage came to a stop, there was no waiting for formalities and Ser Jason opened the door so he could step out. Damian followed and turned to make sure Titus was able to get out without struggle.

“Dami! Jason!” His father called as he rushed forward and embraced both of them, Damian first for appearances sakes, and then Ser Jason. “We have missed you both. And this must be Titus! Your letter did not exaggerate his size,” the man laughed, kneeling to get level with the dog who now sat next to Damian’s feet panting. “He’s a fine-looking animal, Damian. And obedient already?”

“Yes, Father,” he agreed. “King Clark showed me how to train him. We still have some things to learn, but he knows the basics and will behave himself.” Damian snuck a glance toward where his mother stood at the top of the stairs with a scowl.

His father laughed when Titus leaned forward and licked at his face before standing and wiping away the dog drool. “Yes, well behaved indeed,” he teased, causing Damian and Ser Jason to laugh with him. “I asked the staff to have the necessary items placed in your rooms, but you let them know if there is something they missed. I do believe you are more than old enough for this responsibility.”

“Thank you, Father,” Damian smiled, pushing forward to hug the king around his middle before heading toward where his mother was still waiting. “Come, Titus.” He called the dog as he walked, prompting the animal to trot next to him as he walked up the steps and came to stand in front of his mother. “Hello, Mother,” he greeted. He noticed her eyes narrowed on Titus before glancing at Damian.

“What is this?”

“His name is Titus. We found him hurt and King Clark gave him to me to care for.” The scowl on her face deepened and Damian felt his heart sink. He had been hoping for a better reaction, even if he had known it wouldn’t actually happen. He had still hoped.

“You do not need the distraction. Give him to a staff member to find him a new home.”

“But- “

“You misstep, My Queen,” his father’s smooth voice sounded from behind Damian. Turning to look at the man who had his hard gaze on his mother, Damian held back his relief at his appearance. A glance at Ser Jason, who stood a few feet back, told him he had nothing to worry about. “I have already told him he may keep Titus. The arrangements have already been made. He is apparently a well behaved animal and it is a good responsibility to learn.”

The silence from his mother said a lot and Damian wondered if this was going to be a problem down the road.

“Why don’t you take Titus out to the fields, Son? I’m sure he would be happy to run around before dinner tonight.” Nodding his head, he clicked his tongue and hurried away from the three adults as quickly as he could to avoid being more of a problem. He also didn’t want to hear yet another argument between his parents regarding him specifically.

Those happened frequently enough as it was.

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Glancing over to his left, Damian attempted to catch Ser Jason’s line of sight for a moment without much success. He wasn’t sure what it was he thought he would figure out from the man, but anything would be better than the glaringly empty seats where his father and mother usually sat.

But none of the others at the table seemed to be interested in addressing the matter, given the conversation floating around from the other occupants of the table.

His grandfather had been in deep conversation with Ser Jason and his Aunt Cassandra since the moment their plates had been delivered. He could hear words like weapons, forgers, and arsenal every once in a while, so he knew it was probably about the latest weapons that the soldiers had been training with. He could hear his grandmother talking softly with his Aunt’s good friend, Stephanie, who had been his nurse when he had been a baby but was now basically a member of the family. He couldn’t make out anything from their conversation, but it didn’t matter.

All he wanted to know was where his parents were and why they had started without the king.

He was about to ask whoever was willing to listen when a loud bang sounded from outside the room and had the entire table startling. To the point that Ser Jason was on his feet, palming a dagger at his thigh and Titus had come to stand next to Damian’s chair, lips pulled back in a snarl.

Slipping his hand into the dog’s collar to keep him from running toward whatever had startled them all, Damian watched Ser Jason stalk toward the door and press an ear to the wood. Whatever he heard had his shoulders draining of tension and him putting the dagger away.

“Ser Todd,” his grandfather called out, pushing to his feet, but the Slayer waved a hand. Quickly, he tugged both doors open and revealed the two missing family members. The pair stood toe to toe and Damian wanted to shrink away from the look in his mother’s eyes.

He knew that look. This was about him.

But while his mother continued to look like she could spit fire, Damian watched his father slip back into the easy calm he always wore when people were around. Even if it was just family, he would never allow them to glimpse into his personal difficulties.

“Your Majesties,” Ser Jason greeted, tone flat. Damian saw his mother turn the gaze onto the other man and open her mouth, but she was unsurprisingly cut off by his father.

“Enough, Catalina!” It was the most forceful Damian had ever heard his father be. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to his parents fighting and he knew it had been happening more and more since he had returned from his visit with Jon in Metropolis, but his father had always seemed so collected when he did see it. “If you have more to say then we will discuss it later. You have already made your point quite clear and I have given you my answer.”

His mother jerked back as if she had been slapped and Damian wondered if that’s essentially what his father had just done with is words. Just like he had, his mother had probably expected him to keep the venom out of his voice as he always did. But he hadn’t. The King’s voice had been dripping in it.

“This is not over. I will not have my will ignored,” she growled out before turning on her heel and rushing away. And though Damian wanted to know what exactly had been going on, he was more focused on his father rubbing at his forehead as Ser Jason whispered something to him. There was a moment of tense silence between them before his father sighed and nodded.

The pair exchanged a few more hushed words before they entered the dining hall and took their seats. Damian kept his eyes on his father and tried to see if he could get any answers, but he had a feeling it would be the same as always.

And the smile he finally got from his father once he was fully settled and had his plate set before him told him he wasn’t wrong. But his instincts told him he would personally pay for whatever it was that had happened between his parents.

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In hindsight, Damian knew he should have expected backlash from his mother on the subject, but he hadn’t really thought about it. If he were completely honest, it hadn’t even crossed his mind when he had started the exchange of letters with Prince Jon of Kent. After he had stayed in Gotham when his brother and Damian’s uncle had come on formal business, the pair had just formed an easy friendship. And the time he had spent in Metropolis with the royal family under the guise of visiting his uncle had only served to strengthen the friendship.

Damian had been jealous at the easy view of the world the older prince had and had wanted to absorb that ideal. The same ideal that his father tried to instill in him, but his mother fought hard to extinguish.

“What are these?” A stack of papers fell in front of him as he worked on his lessons for the day and with barely a glance, Damian picked out Jon’s familiar script. “Explain yourself.”

Looking up at his mother with a frown, Damian watched her closely. “They are an exchange of letter with the Heir Apparent of Metropolis.” His father had been thrilled when he had learned that Damian and Jon had formed such a strong friendship. He had encouraged it and even gone as far as to offer to write to King Clark and the two boys might spend a few weeks each summer living in the other’s kingdom.

“They stop now.” And though he would regret it, Damian reacted.

“But Mother, he is my friend!” He shot to his feet and looked at her desperately. “Why should I not write to him? He will be King of Metropolis one day and this fosters good political bonds.” He knew it was a good argument but the look on her face told him she didn’t appreciate it.

“You are friends with people who can help you further our kingdom. We are already in good relations with the Kingdom of Metropolis and that makes this friendship frivolous and juvenile.” His mother glared at him and though Damian wanted to stand his ground, he shrunk a little under the weight of her stare. “You are friends with who I say you can be friends with.”

“May I write to him one last time to explain?”

“No,” her voice was cold, and Damian hated it. “And if you know what is good for you, you will not let your Father hear of this. Honestly, Damian,” she sighed, grabbing the stack of letters and heading toward the lit fireplace. His heart dropped to his stomach and it took everything within him to keep from rushing forward to grab the letters. “I am doing this for you. To make you better. To make you stronger. To make you more than your father will ever be.”

He watched sadly as she tossed the letters into the fire with a flick of her wrist and brush her hands down her skirts. The papers fed the fire immediately, burning bright for a matter of seconds before simmering back down to its original state. As if they had never been there to begin with. As if they had been nothing but a dream he had once had.

Dropping back down into his chair, he turned his eyes back to the texts in front of him and sighed.

“You will be the most brilliant king this kingdom has every had the pleasure of witnessing. And in order to do that, you must be strong. You must rule with your head and not just your heart,” his mother spoke, her tone much more even now that she had accomplished her task. A tone he heard on a daily basis and knew much more than any other. “Your grandfather ruled only with his head. Your father only with his heart. You will be better.”

But Damian wasn’t sure he wanted to be better than either of them. He wanted to be loved like his father was. He wanted to walk the streets of Bristol and have citizens call out to him just to say hello and see how he is. He wanted to welcome other kingdoms into his own and break bread with them by fireside with a mug of mulled wine.

More than that though, he wanted love. Not the love he got from his father or the distinctive love he got from his mother. No, he wanted the love he saw between his father and Ser Jason. Or his uncle and Duke Kon. Love that was built upon years of friendship. And maybe Jon had not been that love, but he had at least been a friend.

“Do you understand, my son?”

“Yes, Mother,” he agreed softly. Glancing back to the fire one last time, he picked up his quill and went back to his studies as his mother took her place in the chair by the window.

#jaydick #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #jondami #damijon #jon kent #clark kent #tim drake #kon el #timkon #lois lane #catalina flores #past lives au #anikah writes

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shnuggletea · 4 years

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This is my attempt at EdWin pairing from Full Metal Alchemist. It’s for @kalsies bday and since you like EdWin and FMA I thought I’d switch it up for you. I also realize that you don’t really know me but I’m a fan of your work! And I hate it when I miss a bday; we all deserve some love especially on our bday!

I’m going to post this on Tumblr only for now to see how it goes. Idk if this is any good and I kinda rushed it but here goes.

I do not own Full Metal or the art used in the cover above (came from here) I just own the story!

Happy Birthday Kalsies the Derp!

I also made a playlist but it is also a WIP! You can listen to it here!

The Coffee House

It wasn’t like I was looking for the place or planned to ever go inside. I blame the damn wind. It blew my hair free of its tie and damn if it didn’t want to quit! So I had to duck in somewhere and I’m not a coffee drinker. As soon as I stepped in out of the wind I was nearly pushed back out by the smell of the place.

I never had a problem with the smell of coffee really. It has a decent scent to it. But I knew that the scent was misleading and that the taste was far from the enticing smell. So much so I had distrust in coffee and everything to do with it.

Especially the baristas that slung it at you with a false smile.

And this place had all the bells and whistles of your usual coffee house. Tables and ‘comfortable’ chairs. Dark lighting and soft music. Everything you needed to get people to stay and drink more. The only difference was, this place had huge pieces of twisted metal sticking out of the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Probably considered ‘art’ but I wasn’t buying it. I did find the piece that was half an engine from an old tank stuck to the wall interesting.

There weren’t a lot of people inside so maybe this place made even shitter coffee? It made getting my hair back in its place a hell of a lot easier, slipping off to the bathroom for a mirror. That turned out to be an added blessing because I hadn’t noticed the smudge of oil on my face. Undoubtedly from work cause not even Al would tell me it was there. They would laugh while I walked the streets unknowing.

A few more bodies were in the place once I returned. It made the place loud and I hated loud. “You have to buy something!”

Turning to the shrill voice, I expected a doughty old maid. Instead, it was just a girl. She was pretty... I guess. If you’re into tall blondes. With her hair pulled back to the top of her head and the dirty apron covering her front, it was hard to say anything else about her other than tall and blonde. And irritated since she was still glaring at me for some reason.

“Huh?”

“Are you dumb? You used our bathroom; I saw you. Only customers are allowed to use it so either buy something or I’m going to punch you in the dick.”

I laughed because it was ridiculous. But that only pissed the blonde off more as she started to jump over the counter to get to me. “Okay, okay I’ll buy something. Jeez!”

She stepped back and stopped all attempts to get at me… with violence. Now she had arms crossed over her chest (couldn’t tell how big her chest was still) and went back to glaring at me. “Well? Order something!”

“Look, I just needed to fix my hair…”

She snorted. “Your hair? Seriously?!”

I growled back at the woman. “Yeah, my hair! Like you have room to talk!”

“I do since my hair is actually cute.”

“Who the hell do you…”

“Are you gonna order today or next week?”

I took a glance around. It wasn’t like I was holding up the line or anything. “I don’t even like coffee…”

“You’ll like my coffee,” the strange and annoying girl said, stepping back to a large and intimidating machine, “my coffee is the best in town.”

“Hasn’t this place only been open a week?”

“Two!” She shouted with pride and pulled down a lever. It was like an old fashioned slot machine that was ready to explode. Cause as soon as she pulled down the lever the whole thing shook and twanged like it would get up and breakdance. “It’ll just be a minute.”

The wall behind me became mine as I leaned against it. The girl didn’t talk her eyes off me so I didn’t take mine off her. She was… strange. Pushy and arrogant and rude. Her eyes eventually got to be too much and I didn’t like how she was studying my body. Not that it would help but I crossed my arms over my chest. Which most people took the hint when someone did that but not this girl.

“Who did your Automail?” The packs of coffee beans that held my attention for a second could have been set on fire and it wouldn’t have changed the glare I was giving this nosy woman. “Doesn’t look like they did a very good job. I can see it hitching at your shoulder.”

The hell she could. I had on an undershirt, long sleeve henley, and my red leather jacket. Add in my gloves and there was no way. “I haven’t been in for a tune-up in a while, that’s all.”

She couldn’t see shit, she was guessing or something. Messing with me. “How did you lose your arm?”

“That’s none of your business,” I shouted as fiercely as possible. She nodded as if I told her I didn’t want sugar though. “You know, I didn’t even use your damn bathroom. I shouldn’t have to…”

“So what are you? Street cleaner?” The woman was unphased by my angry stupor. “You have some dirt here.” She pointed to her left temple and I wiped at mine. “You do look familiar, have we met before?”

She was leaning on the counter between us, scrutinizing and sizing me up even more. The only part of her skin that was visible (other than her face) was her hands and they were covered in little bandaids. I was marveling at how tiny her fingers were and a snarky response slipped past my filter. “Maybe I cleaned your street before.”

Then she giggled. I swear there was a twinkle in her eyes, I didn’t imagine that. And adorable, mischievous, god damn annoying twinkle that made me want to burn the place down. Even more so when she stood back up and twisted a small golden tendril around one of her tiny fingers. “How do you like your coffee?”

“What is it with you and personal questions?!” She held up a small cup, innocently and I felt flames lick the skin on my cheeks. But she said nothing about it, staring at me with doe eyes that would have reminded me of a lake on a calm day but they were far from calm. More like the ocean before a hurricane. “I don’t like coffee at all so…”

“Right, cream and sugar then.” She moved away from me and I moved towards the counter. “How tall are you?”

She was crouched inside a small fridge pulling out bottles but looking up at me. Her golden hair almost touched the floor and yet she still had all her attention on me. “What’s it to you, Blondie?”

I struck a nerve with that one, finally. She slammed the fridge shut and handed the coffee to me so hard I nearly got burned. “It’s Winry.”

If she hated the name then why did she have blonde hair? It was nothing to change the color of your hair these days. She flicked a few loose locks behind her ear and showed that it was full of metal. Studs and hoops went from her lobe up to the corner of her cartilage. A lot of girls had their ears pierced but not quite like that and it made me curious if the other looked the same.

“Are you always this nosy, Winry?”

If she was offended, she didn’t show it; shrugging and looking at her bandaged hands. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Oh, you asked. About everything that has nothing to do with you.”

Saying nothing else, she held out her hand and after a minute, I pressed a few credits into her outstretched palm. She took them and then plastered on a smile. “Come back soon and tell all your friends!”

“Tell them what? Come here and get pushed into buying?”

Her smile faded, but it was fake to begin with. “Well, just tell them the bathroom is for customers only then!”

The woman (Winry) was done with me so I left. The wind blew my hair out of my tie again but I was already at the shop by then.

“That was the longest lunch break you’ve ever taken, Edward!” Louis yelled from somewhere in the back and although out of sight, I still glared in his direction.

“Shuddaup you Bald bastard and mind your business!”

The bald man with the fabulous mustache just chuckled and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in irritation. Slamming the door behind me I walked over to where Al sat, looking up at me as I approached. “You got coffee?”

I had actually forgotten, still holding the cup in my hand. “Sorta.”

He took it from me and I let him. “Shouldn’t drink coffee. It’ll stunt your growth.”

I ignored his smirk. “I freaking hate coffee and you know it. I only got that cause I was forced.”

Al chuckled while I still simmered from the barista Winry. “When has anyone ever forced you into anything, brother?”

I smirked back at him but not because of his teasing. He tried to duck but it was too late, rubbing my knuckles into the top of his skull hard and making his dark blond hair fly all around. “Get anything done while I was gone?”

He shoved me away as hard as he could with his free hand. “We got a lot done for once!! Must be you holding us back!!”

Chuckling, I let him off easy and took off my jacket to hang up. Looking back at Al I caught him sipping on the coffee. “Hey! What about stunting your growth?!”

Al wore a sad smile but at least it no longer reached his eyes. “That’s not really a problem for me, is it?”

I had nothing to say to that, watching as he rolled himself away in his ancient wheelchair. I couldn’t even afford to get him a nice one; like the kind that roll where you want them to with a single thought. But that wasn’t what was important. What was important was getting the funds for Al’s body.

It was why I worked at this shop, rolling up my sleeves to get back to work. There were a few projects still waiting for my touches so I had to hurry up. I needed to get to work and get it done for tonight. I’d already wasted too much time dealing with crazy coffee house girls.

oOo

It was a warm night but I still wore my red leather jacket. It protected my skin and it had my symbol on the back. I never intended for that symbol to mean anything, I just thought it looked cool. But now I almost have to wear it so people know who I am and what to expect.

That symbol was why (when I rolled up to the line) others either stepped out or changed their bets.

My bike wasn’t anything special but I knew how to take care of it. Unlike the others here who spent thousands of credits to fix up or buy new bikes; mine was old and cheap. Before I made a name for myself, it was what gave me the advantage. Everyone knew how I raced now so there was little point. The only reason I came here night after night was for the money cause the thrill had left long ago.

I had my hair tucked up inside my helmet so it didn’t get knocked like crazy; not to hide even as my helmet hid my face. Anyone that saw me on the street would know it was me thanks to my jacket. But not everyone here wanted to be known. It wouldn’t be a surprise if an Under was mixed in the crowd. My jacket made me known but also gave me deniability on the streets in daylight.

It was this reason that I wasn’t surprised when a stranger pulled up next to me on their bike and had a blacked-out helmet. Mine was blacked out as well but that was more out of preference than fear. It had been years since a new person showed up to race here; so I busied myself sizing them up. Their bike was nice, a newer model than mine. And an actual brand; a Tomoaki. It was a decent ride but I wasn’t worried.

The new guy refused to look anywhere but the track ahead. They were clearly a Newb, it was showing in their laser focus as well as the small shake in their arms as they waited for the ‘gun’. It had me chuckling in my helmet and fogging up the glass.

It was me, Newb, and three other guys ready and waiting for this race. Two of them were from the Homunculus gang so they would be trouble. As they were every time they lost. The other guy I knew pretty well; Roy on his trademark Mustang bike was hard to miss. That meant Risa was somewhere in the crowd. He was a good guy and a decent racer. But I was better.

This was going to be another easy win; easy money.

Olivier stood before us, taking her place with the flag to start. She was how I learned about this place; her brother complaining about the illegal activities his dear sister was involved in. Not sure what he’s so worried about; there are far worse things to be into as far as illegal activities go. Far more lucrative too but I was pushing it with Al doing this much.

The tall and buxom blonde lifted her arms for our full attention. A few idiots in the crowd with death wishes whistled at Olivier. She was a beautiful woman but if you ever told her that she would break your face. Olivier started the races for one reason only; to be a distraction and throw a few of us off guard. I looked at the Newb next to me to see if it worked. The rest of us were used to it by now. Newb didn’t look shaken in the slightest but he still shook.

Olivier dropped the flag and it was time to stop dicking around, hitting my accelerator and jumping ahead of the rest instantly. There was no one ahead of me; the track was mine. Our location switched every week and you had to be in the know to find it. You also had to use the GPS to stay on the assigned track. Mine was beeping that there was a hard left turn ahead. This was one of the reasons I was unbeatable. Without skin on it to worry about losing to the pavement, I was able to dip lower on left turns and take them faster than the rest.

It was right turns that slowed me down and this track had two right at the end. Even so, I still have the lead and little to fear.

This was it. Alone on the track, going as fast as I pleased. The only thing missing was the wind in my hair and on my skin. This was where I felt peace; felt free. Winning was no longer a thrill for me. I only enjoyed this moment now; being my own boss and in control of everything. My speed, my movements, and my life. It was easy to forget the troubles I faced daily while I raced away into the night.

Nearing the end of the track, I leaned into the first right turn. Of course, I slowed and dipped a little less than before. This was my real leg, the only one I had left. It was expected. What wasn’t expected was the other racer that passed me in the middle of it.

It was the new guy, flying by dangerously on the turn. I had been cocky and stupid, getting lost in the freedom instead of actually racing. Now they had the lead. If it was a straight away or another left turn, I could have taken the lead back. But it was neither of those and even as I dipped lower and went faster than I was comfortable with, they still had the lead.

The Newb was going to win.

There was a strange pressure that I felt in my chest. I hadn’t felt it in a while. It was… excitement.

I pushed my machine to its limits to gain a few seconds on the Newb’s lead but the race was pretty much over. We crossed the line with a two-second difference and the crowd was a mix of shock, awe, and anger. Just like the first time I raced and won.

A lot of people just lost a lot of money.

The Newb stopped and I pulled up right next to them. “Follow me, NOW!”

They shook their head at me. “Why? I want my money.”

Their voice was garbled by an electronic voice changer. It wasn’t weird; a bit uncommon but again there was always the possibility of Unders in the crowd and with this person a Newb it was a good thing they were protecting their identity.

“I’ll get your money tomorrow and give it to you later. You need to get out of here!”

Newb glanced behind us at the crowd and I looked as well; even knowing what I would see. The crowd was restless, shouting, and pushing. There were more races to be had (the night was still young) but it was clearly over as the others were already fighting.

“Great. How am I supposed to come back with that?” The Newb asked.

“It’ll be fine, they’ll get over it. But those guys,” I said, pointing to the two Homunculus members that had raced and lost to the Newb, “they will come and tear you apart if we don’t get out of here now.”

There were no more questions after that and as much as I wanted to help the guy out, I couldn’t force him. So I was glad the guy shut up and followed closely. The Homunculus followed for a while but it wasn’t too hard to lose them. We came to a stop miles from the track. A few quiet shops sat to one side while an empty park on the other. Without a word or sign, we both made for the park and killed our engines; turning our bikes into chairs with our kickstands out.

“That was too easy.” The Newb spat. “I thought they wanted to tear me to pieces?”

Even with the voice changer, I could tell they were mocking me. Resting on my bike, I pulled my helmet off so I could get more air. “Yeah, well they probably figured that they’ll get you next week. You should consider taking a little break for a while.”

They huffed, the automated voice struggling with the sound and came out like singing. “You just don’t want to lose again.”

My Automail was stiff from the ride. As were both my shoulders. So I stretched my hands high above my head and then rolled my shoulders around. “Nah, you got lucky this time. It won’t happen again.”

Newb was silent and I enjoyed the quiet while it lasted. “Why did you help me?”

His question was soft but in the silence, it was easy to hear. “Why not? I used to be right where you are now. New and talented. The Homunculi are a bunch of jealous assholes who don’t care about rules as long as they win.”

“What about you? Is winning that important to you?”

I looked at the dark window of their helmet, trying to see through it even with it impossible. My mouth still pulled into a smirk. “Of course it’s important. You get more money if you win. But only if I do it by my own merits.”

“So it’s the money you really care about?”

I shrugged, looking at my gloves and fixing the loose hold they had on my hands. “I need it. Everyone there does. It’s how this all works, right?”

“I’m in it for the racing, not the money.”

I grimaced hard back at the guy, thankful I took my helmet off so they could see the fire in my eyes. “Then you should be going pro, not slumming it with the rest of us.”

This Newb really needed to learn when to shut the fuck up; still talking away but I was no longer listening. I cut him off with the roar of my engine. He was a stranger; he had no clue who I was or the life I’d lived. My past was as much a mystery as his was to me. Only I no longer cared to know his past or present. His judgment could eat shit; I took off and left the fucker there.

He could find his own way home.

#Full Metal Alchemist #full metal alchemist fandom #edwin #coffee house trope #with a twist #same setting #so still steampunk #still working on it

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beecherdrysdale · 3 years

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Hiiii my bbs, I have literally been dreaming about going to Greece sooo I hope this is good

Adding onto brigids thoughts:

Okk so half of us pass out in the Uber that we take to the airport, so everybody is just holding onto each other barely awake or literally just fall asleep on you while waiting in line to get to security. Hehe ofc Ryan gets lost, and he’s like panic calling us and I just start laughing at him through phone. But then he finds us and I get beeped at security as usual and he’s chirping me and he gets beeped too and I chirp him, so it gets a bit chaotic at security.

Look at you brigid being organized and not over packing anything. I do the same thing to I just always add extra everything hehe. Hehe yes ‘Quinner how do you have more shit then me’ quinner likes pack extra as well hehe . We have a mini competition to see who brought more clothes lol.

Okkk everybody, Brigid has chosen, she is officially Jamie’s girl :)). Anywayssss you and Jamie are just sleeping and cuddling each other. You are in Jamie’s hoodie 🥺. Kesh and Kirby are also cuddling each other. Aww yes I’m in Quinners beanie !!. So far me and Ryan aren’t chirping you lol cuz it’s reallyyyyy early.

I wear a hoodie and sweats as well or for my bday my brother bought me a really cute sweatsuit so I might wear that lol. But I would love to wear Quinners 😌hehe we get on the plane and it’s you + Dylan and cozzy and Jamie sees and gets jealous ‘no Jamie I just got comfortable’ ‘please cozzy she’s my GIRLFRIEND’ and cozzy gets mildly terrified and says ‘only for $50’ so that happens and Jamie is super happy that he gets to sit with you. Hehe me and Ryan chirp you guys. Ok so I’m behind you, Jamie and Dylan. Then quinton, Braden and Peyton are behind my row. Kesh and Kirby are just sitting away from everybody because they aren’t ready to deal w us yet lol.

You+ Jamie +dyl. Okk so you are watching an action movie. Dylan falls asleep real quick, and you see that he’s in an uncomfy position so you just help him get more comfortable. So now that Dylan’s passed out Jamie cuddles up to you and you start playing with his hair and he loves it and it’s making him fall asleep but he’s still trying to stay awake because he wants to be w you. But you reassure him and help him get comfortable. You wrap him in a blanket hehe. Brigid you have a hard situation here because you have two hockey players asleep on you. After a bit they wake up to eat and make you rewatch the movie and your like why do I have to I didn’t pass out. Oo uno is fun, same with poker. But Jamie gets bored and just starts to braid your hair while you play with Dylan. Also when Jamie wakes up he whisper ‘thank you baby’ and you give him a kiss. Oo also while he’s sleeping you trace his freckles 🥺.

Kesh and Kirby are just chilling and being adorable. They both just make sure that they are comfy. Top tier couple.

Lexi+quinner(+Ryan)- hehe yes Quinner is immune to coffee even after drinking his two cups and half of mine. We made Ryan carry the drinks cuz we are clumsyyyyy. Awww yes, I’m vv in my Quinner feels tonight so Quinner falls asleep on me and I cuddle him and play with his hair because I am not giving back that beanie. I’ll make sure he’s comfy and all. Haha yes me and Ryan are just super loud and competitive w the game we are playing, probably uno, poker or connect 4 lol. And you turn to us and say ‘guys can you shut up, Jamie and everyone is sleeping’ and we are like ‘ok and?’ And you chirp us and we chirp you back until we realize that we really don’t want to wake everybody up lol. Ya I get up a lot on the plane so Ryan and I and you would just be walking along the aisles hehe. Ryan gets tired eventually and passes out and Quinner wakes up and we have some cute moments🥺. We just cuddle and I lay my head on his shoulder and he kisses my mild freckles.

Let’s say we are in first class cuz we got good salaries lol and we really need the leg room since we tall. Airplane food isn’t to bad. But the snacks would be elite. I’ll make sure to get our snacks brigid cuz we have similar tastes in snacks :)). Hehe yes I keep stealing snacks from them, and then get hungry and ask me to give you some but I get annoyed lol. So the y start throwing the snacks and accidentally hit Jamie and Dylan in the head but thankfully they didn’t notice.

Okkkk so now the captain announced that we are landing in like 10 mins and everybody is just super excited to get off the plane. Oo Jamie keeps showing you things through the window 🥺.

Ok so we landed, I get up quick and so do some off the other boys so that the team can get off the plane first. It’s kinda chaotic with everybody trying to get their luggage and some people get smacked in the face. Question does your hair start to curl when the air is humid. Cuz that always happens to me and it’s what I love about traveling to warm places because my hair looks good lol.

Okkk so pass border control etc and all get out of the airport. Also you and Jamie are holding hands the entire time ;)). Would you rather rent a car or take a taxi to the hotel?. Anyways we leave the airport and everybody is just so happy that we are in Greece right now!! It’s sunny and beautiful.

Skip to getting to the hotel: I think our hotel is pretty nice, and we get there at like 2 . would you share your room with Jamie or get a solo? Anywayssss we get to the hotel and all say that we are going to meet up to go to the beach for a bit? Because we just wanna wake up and cool off in the water and possibly tan.

Brigid you walk out in your bikini and Jamie is in awe like how is she that gorgeous. And some boy makes a comment and he glares at him. And he literally carries you into the water. Kesh and Kirby just want to be constantly around each other so they are cuddles to together under an umbrella sipping on drinks or possibly swimming together. Quinner and I are racing each other into the water, and then we both tackle each other at the same time. And then we see who can jump over the wave. And maybe we just hold onto each other and have moments😏 same w you and Jamie .

Side note: I’ve had some bad/funny experiences w waves because some big ones just pulled me under and I would just land on the shore lol. It would take me such a long time to regain my breathing lol.

Some of the boys are chilling and tanning because they want to get some good tans. Some boys have already met some girls and some are in the water with us.

Later we all go shower and get changed to go out for dinner w the team. I never blow dry my hair esp on vacays because it dries really quickly and I get curls wbu? You me and kesh get dressed into really cute summery outfits, I see myself in a flowy skirt and a tshirt or a sleeveless top- I am owning the freckles on my arms hehe. Brigid I can see you in shorts or maybe even in a denim skirt? And in a top that shows your pretty bralette. Kesh I see you in a sundress? Like a red or yellow sundress that looks amazing !!

They boys are speechless because we are owning our outfits. Anywayssss we all go to a restaurant by the beach and just have such a nice time. And maybe after some Brigid +Jamie and Kirby +kesh time on the beach at night 😏

Okkk I hope this was ok. Pt 4 will be more of our trip !!

omgggg i love all of this! lexi you’re amazing, thank you for providing the quality team canada content it is amazing. anywayssss long post

haha all of us just falling asleep on each other in the car and then when we’re in line for security. like jamie just rests his head on my shoulder while we’re standing there and somehow falls asleep lol. and then ryan gets lost bc ofc he does and we’re laughing at him but then we’re like oh shit we need to help him find us so we don’t miss our flight. so then we help him back to security where he and lexi both get beeped and chirp each other about it lmao

hehe yes i finally chose jamie🥰. dyl and i are more like chaotic best friends who are maybe a little flirty but ultimately are just friends lol. so anywaysss jamie is the softest bf so he lets me wear his hoodie and we cuddle up and sleep together in the airport🥺 and kesh and kirby are also cuddling and lexi is wearing quinner’s beanie that she stole lol. and thankfully ryan’s still tired and lexi’s busy with quinner so they won’t start chirping me and jamie yet. and also we’re all wearing the boys’ sweartshirts that they gave to us

hehe yes then we’re on the plane and jamie sees me with dyl and cozzy and he just begss cozzy to switch with him. and cozzy’s already gotten comfortable so he’s like “no jamie just sit in your own seat". but jamie’s like “pleaseeeeee it’s my girlfriend”. so then cozzy seeing the perfect money-making technique (and also mildly terrified lmao) it like “fine i guess i’ll switch but only if you pay me $50″. and jamie’s just like “done” and hands the money over. so then jamie and i are both really happy and ofc you and ryan are awake enough to chirp us now lol. and the two of you are sitting behind us with quinner and then quinton, braden, and peyton are behind you guys. and kesh and kirby aren’t ready to deal with us bc it’s too damn early so they purposely chose the seats far away from us lol. and the other boys are just scattered throughout the plane

me+jamie+dyl - so we’re watching our movie and dyl falls asleep realllll quick bc he didn’t sleep at all in the airport. so then i help him get comfy bc besty things and i feel bad for him bc i think sleeping in airplanes is uncomfy lol. and then jamie cuddles up to me and i start playing with his hair🥺 so then he starts falling asleep again so ofc i help him get comfy and give him a blanket so he can sleep. and then while he’s sleeping i get to play with his hair and trace his freckles🥰 so then when he wakes up he just kind of mumbles “thank you baby” and i’m like “of course” and kiss him. and then they make me rewatch the movie with them and i’m just like “whyyyyyy” but then i make them play uno and poker with me so it’s all good. but then jamie gets bored and starts playing with my hair and braiding it🥺 and it actually turns out decent this time

kesh+kirby - perfect, amazing, adorable together. trying to keep us under control, but eventually just give in and ignore the chaos and pretend they don’t know us lmao

lexi+quinner(+ryan) - hehe yes lexi and quinner made ryan carry the coffee bc they’re too clumsy and then quinner drank a shit ton of it, but he still manages to fall asleep on the plane. and then lexi makes sure he’s comfy and starts playing with his hair, all while wearing his beanie ofc. but then you’re being super loud and competitive with ryan playing a ton of games and stuff. so then i’m like “guys stfu, jamie and the other guys are sleeping” and you guys are like “so what?” before realizing you really don’t want to wake everyone up. so then you guys shut up and start wandering the plane lol. but then eventually ryan gets tired and falls asleep and quinner wakes up and you guys are being all cutsie. and you’re cuddling and kissing each other’s freckles and then me and jamie chirp you guys bc payback lol

hehe yes first class bc rich boyssss. so we actually have pretty good food but the snacks are still better. and then eventually the guys just start throwing snacks to me bc it’s faster than handing them to you to hand them to me lol

and then we’re about to land so jamie’s pointing out things out the window to me and getting super excited, so ofc i’m excited too. and then we land and all get up fast af bc we’re not waiting for other people to get off the plane lol. also i pray to God that no one in our group claps when the plane lands bc that shit pisses me off lol. so anyways it’s just chaotic getting our stuff and getting off the plane lol. my baby hairs would be getting curly from the humidity, but the rest would just turn wavy. so anyways then me go through border control and me and jamie are holding hands and so are kesh and kirby but lexi and quinner can’t bc they both have sm shit to carry lol. and then we rent a car to take to the hotel and everyone’s just in a super good mood bc we finally made it

hehe then we finally get to our hotel which is nice bc again rich boyssss. and then me and jamie would share a room bc i’m broke lol and also bc i love him and want to be as close to him as i can😍 so then we put our stuff in our rooms and get ready to go to the beach. and then obviously all our boys are so impressed by us in our swimsuits, and each of them (jamie, quinner, and kirby) is just like “damn she’s gorgeous, how’d i get so lucky” and then some guy tries to like catcall me and jamie just death glares him lmao

hehe jamie just carrying me to the water “jamie i can walk myself yk” “ik i just love you, i want to carry you” “ok thank you bb” and then kesh and kirby ALWAYS together. swimming together, cuddling together on the beach, going to get food together etc. and then lexi and quinner racing and tackling each other into the waves and stuff lol. and i make jamie join bc i’m a competitive bitch lol and i obvi can’t just leave him alone. hehe getting pulled under by waves isn’t a problem for me bc i have good breath control lol. and then you and quinner and me and jamie could have moments😏 esp bc we’re in the water which makes everyone look extra hot. meanwhile the other guys are like all playing volleyball together or picking up girls lmao

then we all go shower to get ready for dinner. personally i never blow dry my hair and my showers are really fast so i would be ready fast lol. ooh lexi and kesh looking cute, lexi with her sleeveless shirt and flowy skirt and kesh with her sundress. i’m wearing shorts bc i basically refuse to wear anything else lol. hehe but i have a cute shirt that shows off a cute bralette so it makes up for my lack of skirt lol. and then the boys are just speechless bc of our outfits and they’re making sure to keep us close the whole night. oooh and then beach time at night😏

okkkk i love all of this and i’m so excited for part 4!!

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Christopher ‘Harrington’ Knight

Thought of making Chris’s Biography, so if you want to know him, here you go!

Name: Christopher ‘Harrington’ Knight

Age: 25 (BDay - August 9th)

Home: UK, London

Family: His father owns a bank called ‘Knight Sheild’ - His mother is a famous fashion designer And has five brothers - who have their own company or work with their father. (Chris is the youngest!)

Sexuality: Gay (His family doesn’t know yet)

Crush/Relationship: No crush/Single

Nicknames: Chris, Chrissy, Bear, Mr.Bear, Richie rich, Rich bitch, British dude

Tattoos/Scars: Has roses on his left thigh which he got in Germany and a scar across his nose which he got from a drunken fight in Australia.

Hobbies/Skills/Likes/Other: Has been boxing since he was twelve and when he was sixteen; He taught kids for two years, only leaving when he started travelling. Can also play the piano but rarely plays it nowadays, since he was forced to play it at a young age. He also speaks fluent English and Spanish, only roughly knowing a few words in other languages - (Mainly thank you, sorry, hello, goodbye.) Was quite fit and muscular at age twenty-three, but now he loves and craves pizza since his travels, that he has put on some weight - mainly his belly. (Still has some muscle on his arms and thighs)

Fears/Dislikes: Chris HATES snakes, he’ll run and scream if one is slowly slithering towards him. He can’t even look at a picture of a snake or as a toy snake. The kids are thrilled with this information and always scare the crap out of him. Chris also stays far away from coffee, not because of the taste or smell, but because he’ll go crazy after one cup; being very active and wide awake - kind of like someone on crack. If you give him one cup, he’ll want more and more, until he is a coffee maniac! If you don’t provide him with coffee for twenty-four hours, he’ll be back to his old self but will have a massive headache, so don’t give him coffee!

Childhood/Teenhood/Adulthood: Since Chris is the youngest child; he didn’t get much attention from his parents nor his brothers, so he did what any child would do...Go crazy. He could shout, break things, cause trouble in school and just make a mess of everything - Just wanting any type of attention. They punished him and even forced him to play the piano, also having an awful teacher to teach him. But when he entered a contest and won first place, his parents were proud. So Chris started going the other way and kept entering contests for anything, spelling-B, music, dancing, everything - getting first or second place.

But he realised that his parents didn’t seem to care over the years, because his brothers were getting successful in their jobs, so he started doing his own thing, which was boxing. He did boxing at age twelve and was improving massively over the years, even teaching children when he turned sixteen.

But what Chris wanted to do the most was travel!

He always watched movies and tv shows about other Countries and just wanted to see the world, meet people and try all kinds of food. So when Chris turned eighteen, he left London and started travelling all around the UK - Even going to Irland, Scotland and Whales. When he turned twenty-one and could fly on his own, he went to one Country after another - France, Germany, Spain, Japan, the list goes on!

His father was throwing money at him to spend on his travels (Mainly to stop Chris from whining) but Chris was walking on a thin line when he went to America since he spent one million in four months.

So...

Main Story: Chris spent another million in America and asked his Father for more money to go back home, but his father had enough and told him straight -

Now Chris has no money and is in the middle of nowhere, so he panics - Calling his father again and again - Even his mother but she also says no. (She’s too ‘busy’ to send money over)

Chris looks through the newspaper for job offers and sees a job in a camp just near him called Camp Cambell. He gives them a call and goes over to see them - Luckily getting the job. Well...The only person who signed up for the job, but still, good for him!

He thinks it’s easy because it’s in the middle of nowhere and is dealing with some ‘stupid kids’...Oh, how wrong he was.

Characters -

David: Chis was unsure of David at first, mainly because how can a man be THAT happy and deal with these little monsters!? But he slowly realised that is just how David is and is genuinely a nice guy, loving his job and the kids. They get along well but do have their moments when David tells Chris to stop swearing and Chris getting mad at David to try and see the bright side of things, even when they are surrounded by madness. They have gone out a few times, Chris being David’s ‘wingman’ and try to get him a lady friend - But it ends badly when the woman is not interested or when the woman is crazy...Or is three girls in a trench coat. In the end, Chris comforts David with some Ben and Jerry’s.

Gwen: Gwen didn’t like Chris at first, thinking how can a rich man have struggles when she has depts and bills to pay, AND working in a crappy job that doesn’t pay her well. But after some talks and dealing with crazy kids together, they both realise they have things in common. Gwen loves romance books about vampires, werewolves and fish people - One of Chris’s favourite books is a romance about lizard people, which kind of blows Gwen’s mind. She also sees Chris as the muscle man, helping to carry heavy things and even carrying her and David after a stressful day. If it was less work for her, she was happy!

Quartermaster: Nothing. Chris is very uncomfortable and confused around this man like everyone else, so he stays far away from him.

Cameron Campbell: Chris is not a fan of Cameron, mainly because he keeps coming over with ideas and plans to tell his father so he can give money for the project. Chris likes his strength and stories, but when it comes to cash, Chris just walks away...But has been woken up in the middle of the night by Cameron about another idea.

Daniel: Chis finds him creepy as fuck and awkwardly walks away when Daniel says something about his cult, only to see the cult leader everywhere he goes. The only way Chris knows how to protect the children from him is one thing...Fighting. But while Chris knows Boxing, it seems Daniel also knows martial arts as well, but you never see it because he just pulls out a knife and chases Chris. Chris hates him, and Daniel’s feelings are mutual, but David thinks they’re great friends.

Camp Cambell kids: Like David and Gwen, the kids make Chris suffer; tying him to the pole, throwing snakes at him and getting him hurt along the way of their adventures. They call him Mr.bear or British dude because of his accent and appearance, but Max calls him ’Rich bitch’. Chris hates the kids sometimes but finds a way to connect with them in some way or another. He does Boxing with Nurf; he plays a monster or dragon for Nerris and Preston, and he throws Space kid when he wants to fly high. Chris is mainly a guinea pig for Neil for his science experiments, Nikki always climbs on Chris like a cat post and freaks out about his accent - But keeps saying he’s French. (Which Chris doesn’t know if she’s joking or not) With Max, it is similar to Gwen; they swear at each other and Max blackmails Chris in a way, but they sometimes work together to make someone else suffer or try to get money in some way. In the end, the kids drive Chris crazy, but he has a soft spot for them.

Summary -

In the end, Chris has no idea what to do. He’ll have his ups and downs about the camp but will try his best to get money to go home...Even if he has to do crimes to get it. He’ll make friends, enemies and also meet old ones this summer. Will Chris get the money he needs and if he does - will he leave or stay until the kids return home?

Find out...If I ever make comics in the future - Maybe, maybe not!