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skythewriter · 8 months

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Fall For Me

Prologue: The last Outpost

Summary: 25-year-old Robin Gates(she/they) is a timid small business owner in the small town of Camden, Maine, who has just found out they have been accepted into this years craft festival! Viola (she/her) is a 23-year-old music producer/songwriter who is a bit of a night owl. This unlikely duo meets for the first time late one night at a local bar in town. Convinced this is a one-time occurrence, they part ways going about their regular routines until one fateful Sunday morning…

Characters: original characters

Authors note: Hey all!! This is my first time writing in a while so any constructive criticisms are welcome, just don’t make me cry lol. This a simple cute romance between two polar opposites! Do they have more in common than they think? Or is Robin just chasing the highs of one fateful night? Find out for yourself!

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“Finally!” Robin sighed as she locked the front door of her quaint shop, ‘Robins Nest’. The building was made mostly of red brick, with a multitude of apartments above. The storefront was on the first floor, painted white with a vibrant green trim around the large windows that consumed most of the wall. Robin took a step back and smiled, peering into the window at all of their various creations before turning on her heel and starting towards her car that was parked out front.

They slid their hand across the deep blue of the hood, lightly grazing the ornament that sat atop it and reminiscing about when she had first gotten it. The SUV was the same age as her and wore a gray stripe from the grill to the bed. The aggressive knobby tires sat about four inches below the body which was perfect for taking the rural dirt roads it had been kept on for the greater half of its life. It was a beautiful American-made car that had been Robin's pride and joy before starting their business.

As Robin climbed into the driver's seat they glanced into their mirror and saw the cotton candy clouds stirring above an orange sky. It was just past 6:30 pm in late August, still warm, and yet the wind brought an autumn Breeze off the bay and into town.

‘The night is coming earlier and earlier’ she thought to herself as she drove off of Elm St and towards home.

ONCE home they swung the door open and began their nightly routine. Socks, Robin's small grey and white cat, had come to greet her as she prepared dinner for them both, meowing with a certain impatience for food.

“Okay, okay, here you go girl. No need for the dramatics.” Robin placed down a plate full of wet cat food and socks immediately dug in, meowing with a mouthful. Robin then sat at the table with her dinner and a glass of red wine. They opened their laptop, skimming through numerous emails from clients and partnerships while shoveling chicken alfredo into their mouth, when an email named ‘OctoberFest Craft Show 2023’ froze them. Robin put down the fork and took a large gulp of her wine, crossing her fingers as she opened the email.

Her eyes lit up like fireworks as she beamed with excitement, setting the glass down before jumping out of her chair and dancing in celebration. “We did it! We did it! Socks Baby," Robin exclaimed, scooping her cat into her arms, “We're going to have a booth in this year's craft show!”

Socks growled at being taken away from the ground and jumped out of Robin's arms, to their dismay. Frowning at the now sprawled-out socks, Robin closed their laptop and chugged the rest of her wine. “This calls for a celebration! Plus, we're closed tomorrow so I may as well go out!” Robin declared, rushing to clean up from dinner before hurrying to get ready.

AT last, Robin had pulled into the parking lot for ‘The Last Outpost’ which was a well-known bar in her town. As they leapt out of the car and onto the pavement they could already hear live music flowing out from the building. It was nearly 8 pm now and it had gotten chillier than before. Robin wore a layered black skirt that came barely past her knees and an oversized honey-brown sweater that slipped off her shoulders, exposing her collarbone as well as the black bralette strap settled there. Her hair was split dyed; half of it was a dark chestnut brown and half ash blonde. They had the top half of their hair held up by a clip while the lower half was flowing down their back. Her makeup was light, accentuating her natural beauty and calling attention to her forest green eyes that contrasted her olive skin. Normally she would have worn her glasses, but instead opted for contacts, to not risk losing them. After all, she was here to celebrate.

The door opened gracefully as she floated through the room, catching the eyes of many that she passed, before settling at the bar. She smiled at the bartender as he poured her two shots of honey whiskey as per her request. Robin took them both, one in each hand before turning to the room and holding them out.

“To hard work, success, and preservation!” She said loudly and mostly to herself. She earned a few glasses raised in return before turning back to the bar with satisfaction, asking for another round of shots. Bars were normally not her thing as she prefers the company of her cat over strangers, but this victory has been one that she had worked for ages to get into, as most businesses participating have done so throughout generations and knew each other very well.

She looked around the room full of people, most of whom were focused on the singer sitting onstage in the far corner of the bar, and let out a light sigh before turning back to the bar, pretending to watch the game playing on the TV above her.

Although she had a great win to be proud of, she silently wished for someone to celebrate with and thought of her sister Elsie, who was currently studying overseas. The music had come to an end, and the main band was setting up to perform when a stranger wearing a black jacket took the seat next to them. Robin glanced to her left and found it to be a tall woman with deep brown skin and pink braids, half falling to her shoulders, while the other half was pulled into two buns. She wore blue sunglasses although it was far past any time to do so, and had multiple piercings. The woman quickly turned to Robin's direction, looking past her to the bartender, but stopped when she noticed Robin's gaze.

“Like what you see short stuff?” She teased as she leaned closer. The woman had a low voice that was sweet like honey and caused Robin's face to flush as she noticed the distance between them change.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” Robin stammered, ”your hair is-, I like the color.” The woman scanned Robin's face and smiled, leaning back into her seat with a glass of dark liquor now in her hand. Robin looked to the glass and then to the bartender who was adjacent to her right before letting out a short, nervous laugh and asked, “A shot of rum, Bumbu please.” She meant to drink away the embarrassing interaction.

“Make that two,” the woman chimed in before looking back at Robin, “I'm Viola, you?” Robin blinked, not quite registering the name, and only now realizing how many shots she had taken already.

“The names Robin” she replied with a bit more of her accent poking through. Robin's cheeks were now a bit too rosy to be just her makeup, and she cursed herself internally for having done back-to-back shots.

“Nice to meet you, Robin, Your accent is quite charming” Viola grinned, faking a British accent at the end. Robin smiled and picked up the shot that was placed in front of her, holding it up to Viola.

“Cheers to my success, Viola” Robin winked as the glasses clinked together with a newfound confidence, or rather lack of shame. Viola returned the gesture by downing the shot, a sour expression forming moments after.

Robin giggled at her and teased, “What's wrong, Can’t handle a little rum?” Before ushering the bartender over to pour another two. Viola's expression turned to something of a challenging look and before they knew it the pair was going shot for shot, laughing and talking nonsense to one another, their volume gradually increasing. The night pressed on and soon enough the bartender announced the last call. Robin looked at the clock in alarm as it was nearing 2 a.m. before staring at Viola's features a bit more intently, and shamelessly. “She really is quite beautiful, indeed” Robin muttered unknowingly.

A smirk rose upon Viola's flushed face, it was clear she heard the remark. “Do you wish to do something about it then, love?” she whispered, making a lighthearted poke at her accent, as she had done for the better half of the night. Viola then leaned in close enough to Robin's face to make the smaller girl squirm in her seat, her face bright red with a mixture of drunkenness and embarrassment.

Then, in one swift movement, Robin grabbed ahold of Viola's chin and pulled her close enough to feel their breaths intermingle. Robin hesitated for a moment, looking at Viola's soft, plump lips before turning and darting for the bathroom. Her face had gone pale and it was clear to her what was about to occur.

“Uh- Robin?!” Viola yelled, but didn’t go after her.

“Ooh shit-“ Robin slurred as the stall door swung open, half stumbling to the ground, “bleurgh-!” She had just barely made it in time and was weak from the sudden occurrence. Once Robin was sure she was done, she stumbled out of the bathroom and into the main room. She looked to the bartender who wore a pitiful expression, then to the empty room before her. Her heart sank before slowly making her way to the bar, carelessly handing the bartender her card.

He responded by handing the card back, “Everything has been paid for, darling. Will you be alright?” Robin simply smiled and took the card without a word, slowly walking to her car where she promptly locked herself in for the night.

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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nightklok · 3 years

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Kloktober Day 1 Prompt

Prompt: Favorite Character and OTP Pairing: Picklegail (Pickles the Drummer/Abigail Remeltindtdrinc) Title: The war is over and we are beginning Characters: Pickles the Drummer, Abigail Remeltindtdrinc, Eclair (cat), band members and charles are only mentioned Trigger Warnings: Very slight angst, very slight mention/discussion of trauma/PTSD. Tags: Some dark humor, mentioned trauma, discussion of trauma, fall, post galagtikon 2, hopeful/happy ending Summary: It's the first fall Pickles has realized he's lived through in years.

Author's Note: Yes this is...6 days late-But i still wanted to publish this anyway so enjoy :')

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The first day of fall fell on a Saturday.

And Pickles would realize it was the first time he had actually been aware of fall in years.

He couldn’t remember the last time he saw the leaves change or pumpkin picking or any of the fall activities he sparingly went to as a kid. He simply had no time, family, or desire to do any of those things as he grew older. He had the sudden moment of sadness that he had missed another fall but told himself fall was gonna come back next year and he’d just look at the leaves harder next fall. But he never did.

But now, he had the time. A lot of it. And a fresh perspective on life and just how wonderful living a quiet life was.

Getting to sleep in on a Saturday morning with the person he loved the most and having nothing else to do for the day was one of them. Normally, Abigail was the one who woke up earlier but for the weekend, it got to be the opposite. He could get up in an hour, make some breakfast and they could see about doing something together. Whether it’s going outside or staying in and watching something. But at the moment, he was content enough just sleeping.

But it wouldn’t last long sadly. Despite nothing important needing to be done for the day, he was woken up by the sound of meowing and a cat smacking his face.

Éclair, their beautiful cat they found outside a K-Mart, happened to like going on walks in the morning. And she was very persistent about her walks being exactly at 7:13 AM. It was 7:13 AM.

“C’mon, it’s Saturday,” He murmured as he pulled the blanket closer to his face, hoping that he could sleep for just a few more minutes.

But Éclair had no concept of time and would continue pawing at the sheets and when she began whining, he knew that his time sleeping in was already over. He didn’t want to wake her up and figured she deserved the extra hour of sleeping.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take you on a walk,” Pickles finally answered as he used a hand to gently push her away just so he could sit up. He was careful to not disturb Abigail but he saw her move and murmur something he couldn’t quite hear. He had to assume by the tone that she meant she was gonna do it. She always tried to even when he told her to sleep in on weekends.

“Just go back to sleep, babe, I’ll take care of it.” He answered quickly as he got out of bed but she was already sitting up.

“I’ll come with you.” She answered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes., “Just give me a few minutes.”

There was no convincing otherwise and he was too tired himself to argue. He quickly snuck in a kiss before he got out of bed, “Alright, take your time.”

By the time he had thrown on some clothes and made himself look presentable enough, Abigail was already by the front door, kneeling down to leash Éclair. Despite them taking the same time to get ready, she looked like she had spent much more time doing it. Then again, she always looked beautiful to him regardless of how much time she spent.

He really did save the world to get to see today huh.

She stood up once she leashed the cat and turned to look at him with that small smile he always loved, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” He answered as he made sure he put the house keys in his pocket before opening the door to let her out first before himself. Éclair already began wandering around the front lawn, as far as her leash would go.

They were hit by a cool breeze that gently swayed the trees surrounding them, causing some of the red and orange leaves to fall gracefully onto the ground. The trees weren’t entirely turning their leaves yet but the appearance was showing much more by the day. And each day only meant another normal day. The worst was behind them.

“You sure you don’t wanna get a jacket?” She asked.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Got my own body heat.” He answered before he pulled her slightly closer enough to feel her skin heat up by the touch, “Besides I know how you can warm me up if I get cold.”

She wanted to mention about the neighbors or anybody seeing them but there was no one around at the moment. It was just them enjoying the early morning fall, the cool breeze and quiet excitement for a new season that just begun.

“Well, are you cold now?” She asked as she pulled him a bit closer.

He didn’t say anything else but reached up to kiss her, feeling her warm lips as they pressed against his. It felt as compassionate as the other thousands of kisses they must’ve shared in their lifetime. Honestly, he could probably find the same feelings he felt kissing her when he got a first kiss; the excitement, anticipation and pure love that he got to kiss someone he loved.

Their kiss was interrupted when she felt her leash getting tugged by Éclair who had grown impatient of them. She sat as far as the leash would let her, looking up at them expectantly. Amused, they walked past their front lawn to the sidewalk but felt the leash being pulled once again. They turned around to find her sitting still, meowing impatiently.

“C’mon, wanna walk a bit more? No? Okay.” Pickles answered with a laugh as Abigail went to pick her up. Almost immediately, she climbed up on her shoulders as she always preferred.

Her idea of walking outside was to walk a few steps and one of them had to pick her up for the rest of the walk. Walking around a block required too much energy. Did they expect her to actually walk alongside them every morning? Yes. Did she never fulfill that dream? No. But they also fed into her routine and nature, it wasn’t just their house anymore after all.

There was no use in arguing with a stubborn cat. She had made her territory in Abigail’s shoulder and they simply had to go along with it. She adjusted the leash so the other end of it would hook onto the inner jacket pocket that had a small sewn in hole meant for earphones. Once she made sure that the leash was secure inside, she reached over to hold his hand who quickly took it.

They took the usual route around the block. Shoes crunched against freshly fallen leaves, the wind picked up slightly again causing the leaves around them to move gently against the wind to a new area. If Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Apple Cider weren’t a symbol that fall was approaching, it was the leaves.

Pickles did try to remember when he last fall. Was it when he was a kid? A teen, maybe? He always fled before fall approached somehow. Always ended up in an area where he could not see the seasons change and everything remained a stagnant season the whole time.

But there was nothing to run from anymore. He could stay and watch the seasons change and turn forever if he wanted to now. Is this what freedom really feels like?

“Do you wanna go grab some coffee at the coffee shop?” She asked, interrupting his thoughts.

He quickly snapped his attention back to her and nodded, “Yeah, actually, the one two blocks from here, right?”

“Yep.”

He knew she knew that something was on his mind but she thankfully didn’t say anything. She already knew enough that he would speak when he was ready and he was always thankful for being able to fill in the gaps when he couldn’t speak. And she would always be thankful when he knew what she meant to say when she could barely get a word. It was a secret language between the two that no one but them knew and it was one they were both incredibly fluent in.

The coffee shop was a mom-and-pop one located on the end of the corner. LGBT friendly (Did he ever find those kind of coffee shops growing up?) and even had a small corner of the area for younger kids to play with. It was one of the places that they always loved frequently going to-if they weren’t well known to the world, they would’ve been known pretty well to the baristas.

“I can take Éclair, you can go order for us.” Pickles said. There were seats outside and given the weather, it wouldn’t be so bad to just sit outside and drink coffee while enjoying nature.

“Alright. The usual?”

“Surprise me.”

Pickles managed to take Éclair off her shoulder and set her down when he found a seat with decent shade. He tied the leash to the pole of the table but she seemed uninterested in exploring and instead jumped on his lap, presumably to take a quick nap.

He checked his phone while he waited, trying to catch up on whatever missed emails and posts from friends he had missed. Admittedly, going from seeing his friends everyday to now once a week at most was one of the toughest things to shift to. From knowing everything that went on in their lives, his knowledge of their whereabouts now came from whatever they posted in the group chat or social media.

Toki’s selfie with Magnus over the Eiffel Tower during their backpacking in Europe route. Nathan’s blurry image of a kid playing with a gator from the alligator rescue/children’s daycare he had started with Rachel. Skwisgaar’s video of one of the songs he was working with Nathan. A prototype rollercoaster blueprint from Murderface for the Dethklok amusement parks he and Knubbler were in charge of. And Charles not sending a photo but reminding him through text about a meeting regarding his solo album.

It was a crazy feeling to have looking at the boys he had lived with for more than a decade suddenly doing their own things. Did he feel left out? Maybe things were moving too fast? Miss the old times? He didn’t really know.

He found himself staring at his screen for far too long until Abigail came back taking a seat in front of him, “They’ll be coming over in a few minutes.”

He set the phone down, “Alright, what’d you get me?”

“You did mention you wanted me to surprise, didn’t you?” She answered with a playful smile that was clear she wouldn’t go easy on him.

“C’mon, I gotta know if I’m allergic to it or not. Could very well be allergic to milk today and might not even know it.”

“Guess it’s up to you to find out then; I’m sure there’s an EpiPen somewhere.”

Of course, she wanted to ask what was wrong but she didn’t want to press him. She knew he would budge eventually, he always did, but it was just a matter of patience and hoping to catch him at the right time.

Eventually, the barista came with the tray of coffees and food she had ordered, including a puppuccino for Éclair who woke up and hopped down to get her treat when Abigail set it down to get everyone’s orders.

She set the pumpkin spiced coffee, cinnamon rolls and a breakfast sandwich in front of him. She had ordered the same pumpkin spice coffee and breakfast sandwich; she always tried to avoid desserts for breakfast but he quickly shoved in a cinnamon roll in her plate anyway, “Here it can be your cheat day.”

“But you made me macrons yesterday.” She pointed out.

“It was sugar-free. And you can’t just pass off on a warm cinnamon roll. It’s bad for the environment I saved.”

She contemplated not even long enough before agreeing. They were pretty good cinnamon rolls…, “Guess I’ll need to pay for your contributions. Alright, I’ll take it.”

Pickles grinned as he took a sip of the coffee. It was still hot but he refused to even express he burnt his tongue for the sake of looking cool, “Great, glad my hard work paid off.”

For as much as he joked around, he didn’t mention anything about what was bothering him for the rest of their breakfast.

He would mention it on the walk back home when it was Pickles’ turn to let Éclair lay on his shoulder and Abigail holding a bag of free treats that the baristas insisted they take home. A few desserts as payment for saving the world. It was well worth it.

“I forgot what fall was like.” Pickles finally said as he looked at her. He didn’t downplay his feelings by joking

“You did?” She asked.

“Yeah. It had been too long since I last saw leaves and everything else and whatever. I guess it’s making me realize how long I missed out on some things, y’know?”

She had to wonder how he even forgot about fall. Or the fact that his hair color always reminded her of it. It was the color of vibrant red autumn leaves, not quite ready to fall yet but when the sun hit it, it showed the intricate details and would even shine as bright as it sometimes. And how could she ever put that into the right words? Maybe it just wasn’t the right moment, “Nostalgia?”

“I-I guess it’s that. Yeah. Nostalgic for the old things I guess. I was too used to that life. And I’m very happy with you, I really am! I’m doing more of the things now than I did before, but it’s hard to just completely let go of the past.”

Of course, he thought she would get offended which is why he didn’t look at her. Here he was clinging to his past again like some spoiled brat. If only he didn’t open his mouth. He probably seemed so ungrateful-

But he was met instead with warm hands taking his and he looked up to a very understanding Abigail, “I understand. There’s some things I miss and feel nostalgic for too. I don’t expect you to not miss those things. These things just end up happening, it’s part of natural life.”

“I guess…it’s just a lot harder to adjust than I thought. I’m sorry if I’m just dumping this on you, though. I know that this hasn’t been easy for you either.”

It wasn’t easy when Abigail could barely sleep without getting horrific nightmares that he had stayed up most nights worrying about. It wasn’t easy when Pickles ended up getting horrific nightmares too when he came back home, and he had yet to tell her all that he dreamt about. Their future kids, grandkids even, and even the current neighborhood kids would ask for stories of their heroism. Do they even dare talk about the price that was paid for it?

It couldn’t even be said that they had overcome it. The nightmares were less frequent, yes, but they were there. All it took was one bad night to ruin a week or month even. The horrors of their past would most likely be there for the rest of their lives, looming over and ready to strike when things seemed to be better.

But they made it so far together too. What’s another mile anyway?

“It hasn’t been easy but we’re both getting there.” She paused her walking to look at him, “We made it so far together, after all. I don’t expect you to be okay the same way you don’t expect me to be okay either, right? I’m not gonna ask you to do anymore than you already are doing and what you’re doing is enough.”

“And if it’s not enough? God, what if I’m just fucking up right now? There’s no way I can just…I don’t even know what. It’s just terrifying to be falling down that dark path again.”

She watched as Éclair looked up to the leaves around them, eyes completely dilated to look at the world around her. A leaf would just brush past her, failed to be caught and it fell to the ground.

Of course the leaves would eventually be raked. Whatever wasn’t thrown out or burned would eventually become mulch for the soil. Would help provide for the soil when spring rolls around. Then everything will grow again. Everything will be okay.

“If we fall again, we start over and flourish.”

—

“What was your last memory with fall if you don’t mind my asking?” Abigail asked that evening. They sat in the living room couch, sharing a blanket as they watched Knives Out. It would quickly become a tradition for them to watch whatever fall-related movies there were just to get in the spirit.

He paused for a moment, before finally coming up with an answer, “I met you, didn’t I? We were at that fall event Cornickelson used to host. It was probably a few years before you became Dethklok’s music producer? But anyway, we were paired at the same table and I was probably awkward as fuck right then and there but you still wanted to talk to me. We went to the garden and we just ended up talking about everything. God, I felt like a teenager with their first crush when I was with you. I never got to say that your hair color reminded me of the leaves.”

#my writing #metalocalypse #abigail remeltindtdrinc #pickles the drummer #kloktober2021 #kloktober

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xomarauders · 3 years

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ever since I read that line in Order of the Phoenix where Ginny says “Excuse me, but I care what happens to Sirius as much as you do!" (ch. 33) I have created many head canons of them being pals.

here is an example of one of those moments <3

tw: implied PTSD

The house was more ominous at night. Almost as if all the dark magic they worked so hard to get rid of during the day was seeping out of the dusty walls, vibrating in the air, and making one’s skin tingle. Ginny lie awake, not because of the house and its horrors but because of her own mind and the demons that have remained there since she was eleven. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to go to sleep, but the moment her eyelids close together she sees his face. She hears his synthetically understanding voice as she remembers how she bore her young, naïve heart out to in a cursed journal that she would never truly be rid of. Her eyes snapped back open and she lets out a slow, but shaky breath, afraid she might wake Hermione, who was fast asleep next to her, apparently oblivious to the darkness swimming around them and inside of Ginny’s head.

It is unsurprising that Sirius hates this place. She did not understand why Dumbledore made him come back here, but her mother constantly reminded her to not question the headmaster’s judgement and so Ginny said nothing. She exchanged looks with Lupin at the dinner table, a mutual concern seemingly running between them, but she never spoke. It was not her place to.

During the day it was easier to be in the house. Fred and George were a great distraction, even Sirius with his ever-declining mental state seemed to perk up whenever the twins pulled pranks and got on their mother’s nerves—which really was not all that hard to do. Sometimes, though, it was tense in the house. Order meetings were becoming more frequent—they were planning on brining Harry soon—and the news shared amongst members was rarely good. Ginny was unable to attend the meetings, of course, but from what she heard from Lupin and Bill’s mumblings at dinner and the information she was able to persuade Tonks to share, she knew things were not in their favor.

A small meow at the foot of the bed suddenly made her jump. She sat up, her long, red hair flying forward with the motion, to see Crookshanks stretching and finding himself a more comfortable position to sleep. Ginny rolls her eyes, glancing down at Hermione to see that she was still asleep—she was. Unable to entertain the idea of rest anymore, Ginny shoves the blankets off of her and sneaks out of the room, careful to step over the creaky floorboard George had pointed out to her earlier as she wandered into the hallway.

It was cold, and Ginny mentally scolded herself for not thinking to grab her jumper. She folds her arms, attempting to preserve her body heat and continues to travel down the hallway and down the long staircase. This house was too big, she thought, as she passed rooms that have probably been locked for years, rooms that were being used for nothing but to hold deep, dark, pureblood secrets.

One door was open, though. One Ginny had never been in, one she was probably not allowed to be in. Still, she was Fred and George’s sister which meant she had curiosity coursing through her veins, and so she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. There was a huge green rug in the middle of the room with silvery designs running across it. A mahogany desk was settled in the center of it, thick layer of dusk and cobwebs covering it and the various objects sitting upon it. There were several books, a few ornate decorations, and some gaudy candlesticks. Crooked photographs hung on the wall, pictures of unsmiling people with charcoal eyes. Ginny scrunched up her nose—Kreacher has obviously neglected his duties to clean this room, much like the rest of the house. She wonders if anyone else has discovered this space.

“You know, this house isn’t exactly one you should be wandering about in at night.”

Ginny whips around, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment before realizing it was just Sirius. He was standing in the doorway, his shoulder resting against the frame, a somber look on his face. The clothes he was wearing seemed to drown him, his body still extremely thin after all those years in Azkaban. The hair on his head had been tied up in a knot on his head, wand pocking out the side of it.

“Sorry.” Ginny says after she remembers how to breathe. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Sirius shrugs. “Neither could I. Would you like some tea? I was going to make some.”

Ginny nods, following him out of the room and down into the kitchen. They are both silent, taking comfort in one another’s presence but unwilling to discuss just what nightmares had been keeping them up. Ginny sits down patiently as Sirius begins to make the tea, his hands shaking slightly as he goes about it. She doesn’t mention it. It was a bit funny to her that Sirius made tea the muggle way, warming the water with a kettle and allowing it to steep for several moments. For as impatient as he was, he seemed to take his time with tea.

“Thank you.” She says once he puts a cup in front of her. He offers her a tight smile and sits across from her. Again, it is quiet, but the darkness that was earlier overwhelming Ginny seemed to be drifting away, leaving her feeling something close to content.

“Remus’ mother taught me how to make tea.” Sirius says, staring down at his cup. “It was the summer just before…seventh year? I had been living with James for some time at that point, so it must have been. We decided to take a trip to Wales to visit Moony. Their house was so hidden, tucked away from the rest of the town. It was safer that way, I suppose. For Remus. Anyway, I had woken up early, before the rest of the lads. Nightmares were still a common occurrence for me and so I snuck downstairs in an attempt to not bother anyone. Hope was already up. I was surprised, the sun hadn’t even started to rise, but she was sitting there at the small, wooden table reading some muggle novel. I remember she smiled at me and offered to make tea. She didn’t even question why I was up. She just offered tea. So, I said yes, even though it felt like I wouldn’t be able to stomach anything. And she made tea. It became sort of routine during the week we stayed. I would wake up in the early hours of the morning and Hope would be sitting in the kitchen, waiting for me. When it got down to the last few days, she showed me how to do it myself. It was calming, doing all the steps instead of rushing the process like us wizards like to do with so much. Even after we left the Lupin’s home, I would still wake up with nightmares and make Hope’s tea.”

Sirius looked up. “I still don’t know why the dementors didn’t take that memory from me. Maybe because of the nightmares that preceded it. Either way, I’m glad that Hope Lupin remains untainted in my mind.” He smiles slightly and Ginny grins back.

“She sounds like professor Lupin. I found myself having tea in his classroom many times when he was at Hogwarts.” Ginny shrugs. “I have nightmares, too. I think he might have known.”

Sirius hums, a soft look appearing on his face. “He tends to know those sorts of things.”

Ginny was unsure what the whole situation was with Sirius and Lupin. She knew they were close, that there was some sort of history there, something that likely went beyond friendship, but she never asked about it. It was apparent to see, though, in the ways that Lupin could calm Sirius unlike anyone else and the lingering looks they exchanged as well as the gentle touches they gave one another. She wondered if they would ever be able to recover what they once had in full force instead of dancing around one another with hesitancy. Maybe one day when the war ended they would be able to find some sort of peace with one another.

“Are you ever afraid it will never end?” Ginny finds herself whispering. Thinking about the war caused an ache in her chest, one she was afraid would become chronic as time went on.

“Mm, I suppose.” Sirius replied grimly. “Not so much that the war will not end, eventually it must. I’m more scared of what we will lose in the process.”

He was thinking about Harry. She knew he was thinking about Harry because that’s who she was thinking of. The whole fate of the world seemed to fall upon Harry Potter’s shoulders and Ginny feared that there was nothing she could do to protect him from it all. She wishes she could just take him away somewhere to hide, to wait for everything to blow over, but she knew Harry would never agree. He cared too much about everyone else even if they did not care about him in return. It was his fatal flaw, but she supposed that’s why destiny or fate or whatever decided to do this to him.

Ginny shifted slightly in her seat. The idea of losing Harry was one that haunted her mind almost as often as Tom Riddle did. He had become such a symbol of hope for her, a hero that had rescued her in the chamber of secrets but also as a friend who never saw her as the victim. Someone who she could banter with and laugh with. Someone who acknowledged her strength and was not intimidated by it like so many other boys she had dated. Harry was always the one in her mind, no matter how much she tried to get over him. She could imagine spending the rest of her life with him, despite how silly that sounded to say as a fourteen-year-old girl. Which is why losing him scared her so much.

“He’ll be okay, won’t he?” Ginny asked. Sirius looked up, his face looking wearier than she had ever seen, a hollow look in his silver eyes, as if his mind were somewhere else.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “Yeah, he will be.”

Doubt lingered in the air like some poisonous fog that threatened to suffocate them, much like the rest of the evils within the house. Ginny almost wished for it, and that thought horrified her more than anything. It was too dark, too much like the thoughts she had when Tom Riddle was corrupting her mind. She took a long sip of her tea as a distraction, the heat of it scalding her throat as she did so. Her hands were quivering as she set the cup down and she tried to hide it as best she could, but Sirius noticed.

“I am definitely not as good as Remus when it comes to…expressing concern and offering counsel” he began tentatively, “but, I can listen. If you would like to talk about it. Whatever it is that is keeping you up.”

Ginny looked up him, at the kind but awkward smile he had plastered on his face and thought for a moment that Sirius was the best person she could come to with this. His mind had been toyed with for years by those vile dementors, so, if anyone could understand the feeling of losing their mind, it was him.

“My first year at Hogwarts, I was possessed by Tom Riddle.” She states bluntly. Sirius does not flinch. “Sometimes, especially at night, I can still hear him in my head. Telling me to…do things. To hurt people. It frightens me. I worry that he’s still there, that somehow he has been taking shelter in my mind waiting for the right opportunity to use me again. And so, I don’t sleep. If I don’t sleep, then he can’t take over my subconscious. He can’t control me. But it’s making me feel like I’m going insane. Makes me feel like, deep down, I am a terrible person.”

She exhales shakily. It feels nice, to say it out loud. Even if it sounds that much crazier to her, at least she did not have to hide it. Sirius remained silent, looking at her with an expression of thoughtfulness. He never seemed like the type to think before speaking, but maybe this was a special case. Maybe he did think she was crazy but didn’t want to tell her that straight out. Maybe professor Lupin had rubbed off on him.

“I get it. The feeling of going insane, I mean. And, though I’ve never been possessed, I have been under the imperious curse, so I can understand not having control of yourself. And it is terrifying, Ginny, you don’t have to pretend it doesn’t scare you. Voldemort isn’t possessing you, not anymore. And you know that. But that doesn’t mean the fear automatically goes away. It’s going to take time.” He leans forward, resting his elbows against the table and looking her in the eye. “But, you have to know that you’re not a bad person. Everyone has their demons; everyone has light and dark inside of them. I came from a family of bloody pureblood supremacists; doesn’t mean I was destined to be one myself. It’s what you choose to be that matters.”

Ginny’s a bit surprised at the tears burning in her eyes and she bites down on her lip. “I’m just so tired, Sirius.”

“I know. I know.” He moves out his chair and swiftly makes it to the other side of the table, kneeling beside her and pulling her into his arms. She lets out a sob that she feels like she’s been holding for years as she grips the back of his robes, sobbing into his shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Sirius whispers. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

She cries herself to sleep, waking in the morning to find herself tucked into yet another bed in some random room of the house. The sun was shining in through the window though and Ginny felt a flicker of ease and contentment rush through her. She sits up, feeling a warmth against her feet, and sees a giant, black dog resting at the foot of the bed. She smiles.

The house was more ominous at night, but the mornings didn’t seem so bad.

#ginny weasley #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #harry potter #hinny #hermione granger #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #nymphadora tonks #order of the phoenix #harry potter fanfiction #ginny weasley fanfic #ginny weasley angst #sirius black angst #sirius and ginny are pals #💭 by kat

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Cat’s Out of the Bag (GT)

In which Ben and Lee discover one of Delilah's more unexpected abilities.

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 / @little-miss-maggie (who created the header image) <3

Warning: Blood

“Hey, slow down—you don’t look so good.” Lee tried to get a closer look at the slash on Delilah’s shoulder, but she twisted away and gave him a coy smile.

“Aw, you’re worried about me? Blood warlocks tend to lash out when you rob them. It comes with the territory.” She stepped back on the dark sidewalk, admiring the gold amulet she had snatched. “I appreciate the help. Give me a call when you need me to return the favor.” Her playfully businesslike tone was strained.

Lee caught up and blocked her path. “As hot as this whole tough-girl thing is, at least stop by the hotel. Ben can heal that.”

“You and I both know that Ben doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s no big deal, Lee. Why stress him out?” She peeked down at her wound, and her breath caught. Her sea-blue eyes flashed at Lee in warning. “Just go. I’ll take care of it.”

“Whatever you say.” Lee raised his hands in surrender and let her walk off.

He didn’t know what her plan was. She had to be miles away from wherever she was staying, and this quiet slice of suburbia didn’t have any taxis crawling around. If anything, someone was more likely to call the cops if they saw her staggering through the neighborhood at three in the morning, covered in blood.

He couldn’t help himself—he looked back. And she was nowhere to be seen.

“Delilah?”

Maybe she had done some kind of magic to spirit herself away. He didn’t know the extent of her powers, after all.

Two houses down in the direction she had fled, a flicker of movement caught his eye near the edge of a lawn. The streetlight barely illuminated it—a fluffy white cat.

Lee almost wrote it off and turned back around, but then he saw the cat was staggering with a peculiar, defeated gait. He stared for a moment, frozen as a ridiculous thought took hold of him. But considering Delilah was a witch, maybe it wasn’t that ridiculous.

“Hey,” he called out to the cat. “... Delilah?”

The cat paused and looked over its shoulder. Its eyes narrowed in a distinctly human-like way, and it took off at a foster trot away from him.

“Hang on!” He jogged to catch up.

As he closed in, the cat turned around and hissed. It took slow steps back, scowling. Under the streetlight, those sea-blue eyes were unmistakable.

Pushing a hand through his hair, Lee tried to get his bearings as he processed what he was seeing. “Okay, I… I’ve seen Ben make ghosts out of thin air. I can handle this, just give me a second. You’re… a cat?”

Delilah the cat rolled her eyes as if to say “Duh” and started to turn away. The way she limped brought his thoughts back into focus.

“Wait! You’re not gonna trot your way downtown. Come with me. This is weird as fuck, but… you’re hurt. Come on.” Despite her injury, she still managed to flick her tail imperiously as she walked away, ignoring him. “What if I told you I have a can of tuna in the car? Catnip?”

She paused to glare at him, then took off at a quicker pace. It didn’t last long. She staggered severely and came to a stop at the end of the sidewalk, hanging her head. Lee approached with slow steps and dropped to a crouch behind her.

He reached a hesitant hand to brush his fingertips on her back. “Del—”

She whirled and bit him. Shouting, he snatched his hand back. Delilah’s fur stood on end. Her wide stance warned that she was ready to strike again. As she growled, Lee spotted a patch of red staining the white fur on her front. Even in a different form, her wound had transferred.

The longer he observed her eyes, the less it seemed like anger and more like… “You don’t have to be scared of me.” He took a chance and smiled—the kind of smile that usually got him his way. “Have I ever mentioned I love cats? Come on, I just want to help.”

Delilah stayed coiled with tension for a few more moments. Gradually, she seemed too weak to stay on guard. She took a seat on the sidewalk, her tail wrapping around her legs. She dropped her gaze to the pavement and gave something of a sigh. She nodded with visible reluctance.

“Great,” he sighed.

He reached out with both hands, feeling awkward as he closed the distance. The number of times he had picked up Ben only prepared him marginally for this moment. As Lee’s hands approached, Delilah bumped her nose against the spot she had bitten him. She gave him a meaningful look.

Sorry.

“Don’t sweat it. Obviously, you like me too much to actually break skin.”

Carefully, he scooped her into his arms. She squirmed around as he stood, trying to find a comfortable position. When she settled, he became aware of the warm spot of blood in her fur. Her breathing was uneven.

“Let’s get you outta here.”

It was a few blocks down to his car, but it felt much longer than that. He adjusted Delilah to one arm as he searched for his keys.

“You know, I can deal with cat blood and fur on my suit, but if you get a single claw in my seats, I’m dropping you off at the shelter.”

He thought he might get another bite for that, but she meowed innocently instead. The sound made him pause. It was adorable, but he didn’t let her know that. He would get clawed up instead of the seats.

He ducked to sit behind the steering wheel, and Delilah wasted no time in hopping out of his arms. She claimed the passenger seat, laying down with a huff and curling into herself.

Lee dug out his phone and dialed the burner number he had left in the hotel room. Ben must have been waiting right beside it, because it only rang once.

“Are you okay?” Ben blurted in greeting. “It’s been—”

“I know, I know. Got held up, but I’m fine. Mostly. Cat bit me.”

“Cat?”

Lee glanced at the passenger seat, where Delilah waited as primly as her injury would allow. “On a completely unrelated note,” Lee went on. “Can you heal cats?”

Luckily, the hotel’s front desk clerk was too occupied with an unhappy guest to notice Lee sneaking a cat through the lobby. He kept Delilah tucked under his arm, hiding as much as he could while walking with casual confidence. It was a good thing her petiteness as a human translated into cat form.

When the elevator doors safely closed them away from prying eyes, he cradled her in both arms again and looked down at her.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, resisting the urge to stroke her.

She cocked her gaze up at him and twitched her shoulders up in what he assumed was a shrug. She dropped her head against his upper arm, feeling limper than she had earlier.

He took a chance and ran his hand down her back encouragingly. “Just hang on—we’re almost there.”

The elevator came to a stop, and she hurried for his and Ben’s room, locking the door behind him. As he strode inside, he spotted Ben hovering in the common area.

“Come on, I’ll put her here.” Lee gingerly set Delilah on the couch. She promptly laid down. When he turned around, however, Ben was still hovering in the same spot and looking rather pale. Lee frowned and beckoned impatiently. “What are you waiting for, Benny?”

“I’m just… are you sure that’s Delilah and not some random cat you pick up off the street?”

Lee scoffed in disbelief. “Yes, this is Delilah. Unless I’ve gone crazy—”

“Which is always a possibility.”

Delilah gave a snort that was likely meant to be a laugh. As Lee and Ben turned to her, she crossed her front paws and held her head higher, distinct intelligence shining in her eyes. All very Delilah-like.

“You see?” Lee insisted. “Have you ever seen a cat look so smug?”

“I make it a point not to look at cats for too long.” Nonetheless, Ben tentatively flew a bit lower before shooting Lee another uncertain look. “You said she bit you…”

“Even more proof that it’s her, if you ask me.”

Delilah mewled in agreement. Then her demure posture wavered. She laid down on her side and looked up at Ben pleadingly, exposing her wound in full view. Sighing, Ben finally caved and flew down. It was clear he was stuffing down a world of anxiety to even get close. But despite his misgivings about Delilah, Lee couldn’t see him turning away to let her suffer.

Lee knelt by the couch as Ben landed a short distance from Delilah. She laid perfectly still, the only movement coming from her eyes as she watched Ben approach. His steps slowed the closer he got, and she began to make a low noise. For a second, Lee thought she was growling again. But no. She was purring.

Horrible injury aside, Lee had to bite his lip to stifle an endeared smile as Ben finally closed the distance to reach out and heal her. She watched with a calm expression even as it took Ben a few times to stammer out the healing incantation correctly. Light bloomed from his palm and transferred onto the wound. As the magic did its work, Delilah closed her eyes serenely and sighed.

When the spell was complete, Delilah raised her head and lightly licked Ben’s hand before he could pull it away. He flinched and took an abrupt step back, but he stayed put long enough to mutter, “You’re welcome.”

After Ben flitted back into the air, Delilah tried to stand, but she promptly fell back onto her side. She huffed and wouldn’t quite look at Lee as he knelt over her with concern.

“Stay the night,” he told her. “And I don’t give me that look—I know what it feels like to have an intense healing like that. You need to rest.”

She didn’t try to get up again, but she did sulk at him with heavy eyelids.

“What happened out there?” Ben asked Lee as he stood. “Is this some kind of curse?”

“I don’t think so. She seems… used to this. Like this is normal for her.” He looked to Delilah for confirmation, and she nodded sleepily, putting her head down after. “She got hurt while stealing back an artifact that some wizard guys took from her. She got a nasty cut while she was at it, and suddenly she was a cat.”

“Some witches can shapeshift,” Ben admitted, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “I’ll tell you what, I’m drawing the line if you ever try to bring me some owl-shifted witch for me to heal.”

Lee grinned. “Aw, as if you could ever say no to me, Benny.”

Ben gave him a flat look and flew off to the kitchen. Feeling they both deserved a strong drink, Lee planned to join him. But when he looked back at the couch, he gave a start. The cat was gone. Delilah, in human form, was curled up on her side, eyes shut. The amulet she’d taken was still clutched loosely in her hand.

Lee stepped into the bedroom to grab the comforter and pillow from his bed. He approached her with quiet steps, guilty at the thought of disturbing her when she looked so peaceful. He gently lifted her head and slid the pillow underneath. She drew in a deep breath and rubbed the side of her face into the plush surface.

With as much care as he could manage, he draped the comforter over her. She didn’t budge. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. Normally, she was all smirks and cool determination. But he supposed he must have earned a little bit more of her trust that night.

#gt #giant tiny #giant #tiny #g/t #gt writing #ben #lee #delilah #shot in the dark #mywriting

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Deep As The Sea Goes: Cellist Part 2

Rating: Mature

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Summary: Nothing but happiness. Happiness and smut.

A/N: Nothing much to say here except for 2 things. 1) I made my own mood board for the first time, the training wheels are still engaged. 2) My betas have been nothing short of incredible, and this fic is dedicated to them ♥

Deep As The Sea Goes

Drunk isn’t quite what Claire would consider herself. She isn’t as innocent as tipsy, either. She’s somewhere in between; nicely buzzed, a little faster to laugh, most assuredly handsier. As Jamie (who’s as inebriated as she is) guides her around the corner to her flat, an idea occurs to her that never has on any previous walk in the past month. It’s dark; he’s strong, she’s safe, and there’s a small dead-end lined with recycling bins just around the corner from her building. The fact that it’s only 8 degrees outside does little to dissuade her once the idea comes to fruition.

The alley is deep enough that the long shadows of night would mask any activity, and with a wicked grin, she pauses right there on the sidewalk, looking up at her (as shouted earlier in introduction for the first time in a crowded pub) boyfriend.

“I already ken that look in yer eye,” Jamie comments in recognition, raising a curious brow. When she begins to tug at his hand, he realizes where she’s tugging him, and now both eyebrows are in on the action.

“Yer flat is right there, I can see it.” When she pouts, her bottom lip juts out in a way that begs to be kissed, and his already meager resolve wavers. In order to have his kiss, he has to follow her, like a seaman lured in by a Siren.

“My flat will be there afterward, too,” she offers coyly.

“So, ye’re sayin’ ye have plans for me?” he queries, even as her back presses against brick and his fingers push up the hem of her skirt, blunt nails grazing her skin in a feather-light, goosebump-inducing touch.

Her own fingers, skilled and nimble, make fast work of his jeans, hand in his boxer-briefs with a satisfied sigh at finding him hard and willing. “I’ve had plans for you since the night of the fundraiser,” she mumbles into his mouth, loosely stroking him as they attempt an inelegant kiss. By the time his hand slips between her thighs, a leg has hooked itself high on his hip, and she lets her hand fall away from him with a keening moan.

“Shhh, a nighean,” he mutters, pushing flimsy fabric aside. His index finger finds her slick enough to drag the moisture back up and press slow but firm circles to that round bundle of nerves. He’s telling her to be quiet, even knowing she isn’t fully capable of it. All of Scotland might very well know what’s happening in this alleyway tonight. Two of his fingers curl into her now, moving in a beckoning motion, coaxing her climax closer to the edge.

What he doesn’t expect is her push at his shoulder, and he stops, blinking in a stupor. “What—?” The one-word question is breathless and concerned, but not for long.

Shoving his jeans and underwear down just enough, her hand grasps his cock by the root before stroking upward. Her mouth swallows his groan, and then they’re working together to get her balanced between the brick and his body. The moment she knows he has her secure, she meets his gaze, her own unwavering.

“I want you now, Jamie. And don’t be gentle,” she gasps, crushing her lips to his as soon as the words are out of her mouth.

He’d be a damned man to say no to that.

It’s all the acknowledgment Jamie needs as he guides himself to her, teasing first by dragging the tip of himself over the slick heat of her, wondering how long either of them could try to hold out.

“Don’t,” she whines, heels digging into his lower back. “Don’t tease, Jamie, not out here.”

She’s right, for more than one reason to be sure, so he presses into her slowly. He watches himself disappear inside of her, and once he’s buried, feels one hand on the back of his head, tugging at curls to get him to look at her.

The only sound in the alley is the sound of them, coming together in a punishing rhythm. His eyes, narrowed to slits, are still focused on her in the dim light. He can tell that her lips are parted, plump and still damp from their kiss. The lone, dim streetlamp is enough to catch the way her forehead knits as her pleasure mounts its peak. She begins to tighten around him, and the immediate warmth is enough to make his hips stutter out of rhythm.

“Oh, Christ. Oh, Claire.”

There’s nothing but encouragement from her; feeling him, the warmth of him spilling inside of her is enough. She doesn’t stop her assault, and when he buries his face against her neck, her fingers tangle in his hair. He comes, and she sees bursts of brilliant color behind closed eyelids as her pleasure turns everything into pinpricks of sensation.

The slight breeze against sweat-cooled skin makes her shiver, unaware of how much time has passed by the time she can open her eyes again.

He comes back to reality quicker than she does, aware of the chill and the fact that they could still be chanced upon by someone.

“Jesus Christ, ‘tis January in the middle of the night and ye’re in a skirt.”

His abrupt statement makes her laugh, loudly and uncaring of who might hear. When her legs feel stronger than Jell-O, Claire lowers herself, admitting aloud that the loss of him causes the cold to cut a bit deeper.

“I’m sure you have ideas on how to warm me up,” she suggests, carefully tucking him back into his jeans and zipping him.

Jamie grunts, finally taking a chance and looking around, not noticing any unwanted attention. “I’ve one or two, perhaps. Why? Did ye have one of yer own?”

Her hand reaches for his as they finally step back onto the more brightly lit sidewalk. “I was thinking a warm shower for two wouldn’t be so bad.” She needs it now, realizing the lack of a space to clean up was a (definite but perhaps trivial) downside to outdoor sex.

He lets her walk ahead, no more than twenty paces to the front steps, admiring her from behind for a moment before joining her. “No, I dinnae think that would be too terrible,” he agrees, arms wrapping around her from behind as she unlocks the door.

Grinning, she lets them inside, Sesh at the ready to greet them. Rubbing against Claire first, then Jamie, she decides she doesn’t care to visit much, giving a soft meow before trotting off toward the living room.

“She doesna like me, I’m tellin’ ye.”

Laughing, Claire uses him for balance as she reaches down to remove first one heel, then the other. “She does. Sesheshet’s just a little...anxiety prone when more than one person’s around. She’ll get used to you.”

Once she’s steady on her feet again, he follows her to the bedroom, already intimately familiar with the path. She lives closer to the station than he does, and so they’d come to an arrangement, not two weeks in: a key to her home securely on a keychain next to his. Falling into her bed after his longer stretches of work feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“Ye never did tell me, what does her name mean?”

Flipping on the light in her bedroom reveals things to be neat and orderly; a bit scant on decoration, but obviously her refuge; blankets are piled in a basket near the nightstand, and a deep reading chair sits in the corner near the window with pillows on the floor nearby. Claire disappears into the bathroom, raising her voice to be heard.

“Sesheshet was the mother of a Pharaoh, King Teti. My uncle discovered her pyramid in 2008.” He hears her turn on the shower so that the water can have time to warm. When she returns to the bedroom, she pulls her shirt over her head, draping it across the back of a chair. “He died before her sarcophagus was found, so he never did get to see her.”

Jamie reaches out, still learning the odd bits and pieces of her life. Drawing her close, he kisses her wrist before reaching around and unhooking her bra.

“Were ye with him at the site?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck now. One arm loops around her waist, drawing her close.

“Until it was too much for him to be there.”

The lung cancer had been swift and fierce, and Claire sighs softly, kissing Jamie’s shoulder. “And that is how Sesh got her fancy name.”

He can sense the need for a change in subject. Jamie knows the topic of her uncle is still a raw wound, even twelve years later. Lamb had helped raise her, a brother doing his duty by stepping up and helping his sister-in-law. His death had left Claire bereft; it had been quick on the heels of her mother’s. Instead of pushing the subject further, Jamie’s hands tangle in her hair as he kisses her briefly, then pulls back.

“A verra fancy name for a cat who indelicately licks her arsehole right in front of me while I’m eating,” Jamie notes. “She’s done it twice now, so ye cannae tell me it isna personal.”

Barking out a laugh, Claire moves back so they can both finish undressing, then steps into the warmth of the shower.

“You’ll just have to be here more often, I suppose,” she decides, standing directly under the water with her back to Jamie’s chest.

“Oh? Is that an invitation, Sassenach?” His nose drags slowly along the shell of her ear, but when she goes still and doesn’t say anything, he’s sure he’s misstepped, pushed her too fast, too soon.

“Would you accept if it had been?” Turning to face him, she studies Jamie intently, aware that his features never betray what he’s thinking, but attempting to puzzle him out anyway.

“Aye, I would, wi’ out a moment’s hesitation,” he assures her, leaving no room for doubt. “But ye’d have to tell me it’s what ye want, Claire.” He traces his thumb over her bottom lip, humming when she presses a kiss to the pad.

Reaching out, she trails one finger idly down his chest, her gaze focused there now. “You already have a key, on account of my being impatient to see you.” There are days she very much enjoys seven a.m. Lately, he’s been showering at the station, letting himself into her flat, and crawling into bed with her, curling his body around hers. Most of those mornings they make love, lazily and half-asleep, but too eager for one another to wait any longer.

“Is it too soon?” The moment she asks, she knows his answer. Jamie is anything but subtle in his want for her to be near, as often as possible.

“A nighean, I would have moved in wi’ ye on Christmas Day if you’d’ve had me. Though, there’s something ye should ken before ye decide anything,” he murmurs, moving his hands to her hips and turning her so that her back is against the shower wall.

A knot of arousal coils in her stomach, able to feel the intent of his movements in every tightly wound muscle of his body. “What?” Her voice sounds slightly hoarse and she clears her throat, wetting her lips.

Slipping a hand between her thighs, Jamie slowly grazes the tip of one finger around still-tender nerves. When she whimpers, it cuts through him like a knife and goes straight to his cock.

“My own rental agreement ends on the fifth of March. Didna renew it on the chance this would happen.”

Her eyes, which had previously fallen closed at his touch, snap open in surprise. “You knew I would ask you to move in with me?”

Jamie chuckles, kissing her softly before deciding her neck is just as deserving of his lips.

“No, but I hoped. Truthfully, I’ve wanted to move out of that area for a while. Lacked the proper motivation, ye ken.”

Claire’s head tilts, her eyes closing once more. “And now? Where would you say your motivation ranks?”

For a moment, he’s too busy calling up a mark just under her neck before soothing it with his tongue, soaking up her whimper as both hands slide up her body to cup her breasts. The soft, slick skin of her is irresistible, and he can’t help ducking his head further to drag his lips along the curve of her shoulder

“I’ll be moved in by tomorrow evenin’, if ye’ll have me, Sassenach.”

Her response is immediate and breathless, a gasped I’ll have you just before his left hand disappears again between her thighs. She’s already decided that he can lay claim to her body any time he wants, and she’s not sure she would ever find it in herself to deny him. He can build her up, bring her to the precipice so exquisitely fast, or draw out her pleasure until she begs. Claire never feels as though she’s breathing when he’s intent on undoing her, can never find a single thought.

It’s no different now as his fingers work her over as if he’s known her body for millennia; a countless amount of lifetimes to learn every intimate part of her. With her fingers scrambling over the scarred terrain of his back, she finally finds her grip and holds on, digging into his shoulders with her fingernails before easing off as pleasure prickles up and down her spine. Head falling back against the tile, Claire pushes her hips into his hand, greedily seeking more even as the pleasure leaves her gasping.

She doesn’t realize he’s moved until his mouth is right beside her ear. His fingers have mostly stopped, his thumb just lightly grazing nerves that are taut with stimulation.

“I mean to belong to ye. To have ye keep my heart beside yours.” His thumb circles faster, words more intent. “And I’ll possess yer soul, Sassenach, to carry wi’ me, always.” On the heels of one climax comes another, and as she cries out, his eyes rake over her face, taking in the blush of her cheeks and the specific way her lips part when she’s struggling for breath. He can’t resist pressing his mouth to hers, breathing her in before wrapping both arms fully around her.

They stand like that, a lover’s embrace mid-shower, until Claire finally reaches for the soap and lazily lathers her hands, washing him before taking her turn. They say nothing to one another, stealing soft kisses, touching leisurely until their fingertips are shriveled. Jamie simply steps out once the water is off and holds out a towel for her, wrapping her up and kissing her forehead for his service. The pleasant buzz of the evening has worn off into an even more pleasant sleepiness, and once suitably dry, they tumble into bed, no need for clothing.

“Ye introduced me as yer boyfriend to yer friends,” Jamie finally says, breaking the comfortable silence.

Claire tilts her head up to look at him with an amused smirk. “That’s what you are, aren’t you?”

“Aye, just that it sounds so….”

“Grade school?”

He chuckles, rolling against her side and nudging against the side of her breast. “I verra much enjoy bein’ yer boyfriend, Sassenach. Would ye go to the dance wi’ me?”

Claire laughs, hitting his shoulder before being pulled into a kiss. “How could I have resisted?” she asks into his mouth before humming at the feel of his hips slowly rolling against hers. One leg settles over his to accommodate, both of them shifting closer, foreheads touching.

“What is it between us?” she asks quietly, closing her eyes as her hips pick up his rhythm, rocking back and forth. “Why is it so easy?”

“That’s the way it is,” Jamie begins, reaching down to guide himself into her with a soft groan. For a few heartbeats, he stays exactly the way he is, not moving except to speak. “When two people are meant to be wi’ one another, well. Love becomes an easy thing, then.” He finishes his statement with a kiss, one hand disappearing into her hair.

With her fingers dragging along Jamie’s cheek, Claire meets his gaze, feeling the truth settle over her at the same time any guilt about loving again dissipates.

“It’s never been this easy before.”

Jamie realizes what she’s said and takes her words, tucking them carefully beside his heart. Carefully, he pushes her to her back, leaning down as far as he can without crushing her.

“I promise to never make it difficult for ye, Claire,” he whispers, lips trailing along the long line of her throat. “I’ll only love ye and no’ ask for anything in return.”

She’s too breathless to speak, every thrust eliciting a sharp cry as her back arches. But when she manages to open her eyes, she finds his gaze and holds it until she can’t.

This time when she shatters, he comes with her, panting against her cheek as he spills. It’s too much to hold himself up, so he drops to the side, pulling her — still gasping — right on top of him. His arms wrap around her body tightly, shaking, hot, but unwilling to be parted from her. As his fingers take a short trail up and down her shoulder, he finds a small scar from the accident, the pad of his finger making a home there, drawing soft circles. When he can’t stand it anymore, he leans up to press his lips against the mark, as if to make it disappear.

Claire burrows closely against him, in no rush to lose the warmth of the moment, either. Her own hands aren’t idle; she drags the back of one slowly up his body with all the patience of drawing out a long, low note on a cello string. She feels his shiver and finishes with her fingers buried in his curls.

Drifting, she’s lulled by his knuckles raking slowly up and down her spine, focused on the sound of his heart beating. It’s strong and sure, and she raises her head just enough to press a delicate kiss against his chest. When his fingers tug gently at the hair behind her ear, she scoots up until her mouth meets his. Tongues unhurriedly glide over one another, and they eventually reposition themselves so that he can hold her while they sleep.

“Tonight was a good night,” she murmurs, eyes closed with one arm splayed across him.

Jamie makes a noise low in the back of his throat, one that means he agrees, as his arms tighten around her.

“One of many nights I intend to have wi’ ye.”

Exhaling, Claire manages to mumble a few final words before succumbing to sleep.

“I’m holding you to that, Jamie.”

Once she relaxes into sleep, he lets his lips graze her forehead, breathing in the smell of her shampoo, her tea tree oil-infused body wash, and a hint of jasmine beneath it all. His heart feels too big for his chest and not big enough to be worthy of her at the same time.

Christ, he loves this woman.

His last thought as his mind shuts down is that he’ll be proposing to her by the end of the year.

October.

Jamie smiles in his sleep, drifting off to the promise of his future, held secure in his arms.

#outlander fic #outlander #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #the cellist #deep as the sea goes #my fic

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enchanted-seokjin · 4 years

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The 1; kim seokjin.

↬ summary: Y/N meets Jin after six months following their break-up.

↬ genre: one shot

↬ word count: 2.6k

↬ warnings: very slightly smut insinuation

↬ note: inspired by the 1 by taylor swift

I hold my breath when I see him walk through the door. He smiles widely at my friend and hands her over the gift which stands out from every other I’ve seen so far. And I’ve seen them all, for I’ve been here even before people arrived.

My friend wanted me to help her with the last details, setting the table, making sure everything looked neat and smell good. It was a façade. I realized once I crossed that same goddamn door and saw that my friend had opened a bottle of wine and served two glasses. That could only mean that it was a setup. I didn’t say anything, though. I was reminded that it was her birthday and I had to put up with any crazy idea she had in mind.

Many thoughts crushed my brain. Was she going to cancel the party? Was she going to ask me to tell one of the people she’d invited that the party wasn’t going to happen after all?

I laugh as I remember how naïve I must’ve looked caressing the cat while my friend told me that she had invited Jin.

I didn’t get mad, but I was indeed shocked. I knew they got along well but I wasn’t aware that they were that close. For a moment, I thought she was going to confess that they were dating and my heart sunk just by the thought of it. When I asked her directly if they were more than friends, she looked at me confused and then disgusted. She assured me that Jin was her friend and nothing would ever change that. She was sorry for not letting me know earlier but it was kind of a last-minute invitation since she wasn’t sure how I would feel. She also said, “I understand if you want to leave.”

I couldn’t leave.

Now I wish I had.

My friend looks at the present, surprised by the presentation. It’s a tiny box, wrap in an elegant white paper with a red ribbon. I try not to smile but I fail and I look down at the cat moving between my legs and I’m thankful I’ve found this empty couch with no one around to bother me as a hang onto the glass of wine as if my life depends on it.

Jin has always had a good eye for details and I know that my friend appreciates it. I know I did. I know anyone would.

When I look back up, I see Jin greeting a few of the people who are standing close to the door. He’s wearing black jeans and a dark shirt tucked inside his jeans which accentuates his waist. He looks stunning, smiling cordially, and having chit-chats with strangers. He’s always been good at that, too. The first time he invited me to an event I was nervous. I hate crowded places so I tried to turn him down but he assured me that everything would be okay and I believed him. He was right. He made me feel comfortable and included. He showed me a side of me I had never seen, one that glowed every time I stood next to him, talking to strangers and making new friends.

None of the people I’ve met during those events are my friends now.

As Jin moves, I want to get up, take the cat and fly upstairs but instead, I stay where I am because, at least, the floor isn’t quicksand here.

He’s late to the party, nevertheless. I noticed that as I was drinking my third glass of wine, thinking about how I should react once I see him after six months following our break-up. He’s never late. He’s always early. If he had a meeting at the dentist, he’d be there twenty minutes earlier. He doesn’t mind waiting but hates the idea of making other waits.

I guess he has changed.

Our eyes meet and I can feel my whole body turned numb as Jin gives me a tiny smile. A shy smile. The kind of smile which has always made my heart flutter, now makes me want to disappear.

I want him to keep chit-chatting with the blonde guy but I know he’s apologizing when he interrupts him to walk towards me.

I forget how to breathe.

“Hey,” he says, smiling. His hands inside his pockets. He looks stunning under the white artificial light which makes his black hair shine. “New friend?” he asks, nodding towards the cat, now sitting next to my legs.

“She’s protecting me,” I reply, gazing at the cat as well. I don’t know if I’m holding the glass properly so I lower it to the armchair. I’m not leaving it at the little table. I’m afraid the waiter may come and take it away--- I wouldn’t know what to do with my hands either. I don’t have pockets as Jin does. I wish I hadn’t worn this stupid black dress.

I wish I was at home.

“From whom?” Jin asks.

I smile without saying anything. I don’t know what to answer. This situation is way too awkward for me.

“You’re late,” I point out instead and I wish I hadn’t. Though, Jin doesn’t seem to mind it. He stares at the window. A black cloudy sky displays through the lime curtains.

“I had to take care of a few things,” he replies, calmly and I wonder if he’s feeling his world crashing as mine is because I can sense everything coming down to pieces with him so close to me and I want it to stop.

I sigh and, this time, I gather the strength to put the glass on the table. I wait for the waiter to come and get it as a mouse waiting for a piece of cheese to drop. He doesn’t.

It’s time for me to go home.

“Well…” I begin as I get up. The house spins around for a second but I manage to keep control. Jin stares at me intently and I ignore his gaze. Instead, I focus on the cat, which meows and leaves. I’m completely alone with Jin. Great. “I hope you have fun,” I smile. I hope it sounds genuine.

“Are you leaving?” he inquires, confused.

“Yeah, I have an appointment tomorrow,” I explain. It’s a lie, so I don’t get into any detail. I know enough not to reveal too much information when you’re lying, especially when you’re drunk. I pass past Jin, hoping he’d let me go but he follows me.

“Let me take you home,” he whispers as I take my black coat.

“No,” I simply say.

I put it on and hear him sigh with impatience. Even though I’m not looking, I know he’s scratching his ear.

“My car’s right outside. I’ll take you home and then I’ll come back,” he begs. I turn to look at him. I’ve my bag between my hands, clutching onto it as hard as I was clutching on the glass of wine.

I smile ironically. Does he think I’m preoccupied he might miss this party?

“No, Jin,” I argue, slowly. “I’m good.”

I’m not getting into that hell of a car with you. I’m drunk, not stupid, I want to add. However, I choose silence and aim to walk towards the door when Jin steps in the way.

“Your house is not far,” he protests. “Let me walk you, then. It’s late.”

It’s true. It is late. The plan wasn’t for me to leave the party, I was supposed to help my friend clean up the mess afterward and stay overnight, and I was excited to have a girl’s night. I hadn’t had one in such a long time; I yearned for a little bit of fun. Yet, seeing Jin changed everything.

“Fine,” I give up. I also know that he won’t let this go. If I leave without saying a word, he’d still follow me so it’s better this way.

“Great,” he smiles. “Are you going to say goodbye?”

I deny, reaching the door. As much as I love my friend, if I see her now and get the chance to say a word to her, it would be something far from “Happy birthday! I love you,” so I’d rather leave quietly.

Outside, the air is cold. I listen to the door close behind me and Jin approaching me as I start walking in the right direction.

“Aren’t you cold?” I ask. The answer is obvious; I can see Jin shrugged with his hands inside his pockets. He’s lucky there’s isn’t any wind. “Didn’t you bring a jacket?”

“No,” he barely looks at me so I stare at the empty street. “It was kind of a last-minute thing, coming here. I forgot to bring a jacket.”

“That present didn’t look like a last-minute thing,” I point out before I can stop myself and I hate how bitter my words sound.

“It wasn’t,” Jin answers, ignoring the bitterness. “I was going to give her the present even if I didn’t come tonight.”

“Of course you were,” I agree. “You’ve always been meticulous over important dates,” These words shouldn’t be charged with resentment but they are.

Jin takes a deep breath and I gaze at him. Our eyes meet for a second and I feel I’m about to break so I turn my head straight, though I can feel his piercing eyes on me.

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to come because I knew you were going to be here,” he explains with a little bit of frustration. My heart sinks but I ignore it.

“For what’s worth, I didn’t know you were coming until today.”

He stays silent for a second.

“I should’ve told you.”

“I blocked your number, remember?”

Jin quiets again. This time, it feels like an eternity. Then, his voice echoes in my brain.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I never meant for any of this to happen,” he goes on and I lower my head, closing my eyes for a second as his sincerity burns inside my chest.

“Don’t say that,” I beg.

Jin takes a deep breath.

“I’ve been wondering about you, you know?” he says. And I want him to stop but I don’t say anything because my heart’s in half and I forget how to speak. “What you’ve been doing… If life’s been treating you good…”

I laugh and look at the other side. Job wise? I’m good. Study wise? Getting there. Love wise? Still can’t get over him. I was at the bus stop last week and my soul left my body for an instant when I thought the man driving a black Mercedes was him.

“I’m good,” I answer. “I’ve been focusing on my studies.”

“Trying to get into Art School?”

I smile as memories come flashing back.

“They say it’s never too late,” I look at him with a smile and he smiles back. We both know it was he who convinced me of that. “Don’t know if I’ll get in, though.”

“You’re really talented, Y/N,” he says with all seriousness. It’s always been like that when it came to my dreams. “Don’t throw yourself under the bus. You have a bright future ahead of you.”

I did have one. Once. With you.

“Thanks,” It takes me a few seconds to gather the strength to keep talking. “What about you?”

“Same old, same old,” he replies without looking at me. “Still working.”

“That’s good,” I babble as our eyes meet again and he flashes a tender smile. My heart sinks again and I feel tears burning behind my eyes. “Love wise?” I ask and look away. I’m not sure how I’ve mustered the strength to ask this. It’s as if someone else has taken control over me… Or something…

Jin doesn’t reply right away and I ignore the urge to start running because if I did, I don’t know if my legs would be strong enough to support me.

“Tried online dating,” he responds. “But it wasn’t for me,” he continues and I know he means it as a funny anecdote but it doesn’t sound like that. The air has shifted and I can feel the weight of these past six months over my shoulders. “You?”

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head.

It’s funny to hear that he’s been trying to move on while I’m still trying to get used to waking up alone every morning.

Jin sighs again and scratches his nose. I know he’s about to say something serious even before he opens his mouth.

“I did love you. You know that, don’t you?”

Of all the things I was expecting to hear from him, this was at the bottom of the list.

I shake my head as I bite the inside of my cheek. It’s all too real. It’s all too raw. I can’t take this, but Jin doesn’t take into account my feelings.

“After we broke up,” he mumbles as if he’s measuring his words. And I know for sure that he is. Jin’s too afraid to break me. “I’ve made up scenarios in my mind where everything worked out. I think it could’ve if we’d tried.”

I let out a weak laugh because it’s better than crying.

“I didn’t know you wanted to try.”

“I wanted everything that had to do with you.”

I smile, trying to hide my sadness. Suddenly, the shakiness in my hands is gone.

“You should’ve shown it.”

Jin looks down for a moment, and I know he’s regretting his decisions.

“We were something, don’t you think so?”

I nod. Yes, we were. All our friends and family were so sure we were going to end up together for the rest of our lives. I thought so, too. I thought Jin was the one. My family thought Jin was the one. I guess it would’ve been fun, to grow old together. To keep learning from each other until we’ve memorized every aspect of our personality, every inch of our bodies.

I see my house in the corner and we slow down our pace. Maybe it’s our subconscious working for us.

“Yeah,” I agree.

Jin lowers his head again.

“I’m seeing someone,” he lets out carefully.

I don’t react. There’s nothing else he can break in me.

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“You’ll find someone, too.”

I guess I will. Someday.

I picture Jin with this new person, hanging out with his family. I picture them visiting Jin’s family every Sunday and Jin’s mom teaching them how to cook. That’s what I did every Sunday, at least. It was fun. Jin’s mom would end up amazed at how useless I was in the kitchen while Jin would assure me that I didn’t have to worry about anything because I had him.

We stop when we reach my house. He walks me to the porch and I turn to him. I open my mouth, ready to ask him if he believed that we would be together now if only one thing had been different… But I say nothing.

“Thank you, Jin,” I mutter instead.

“It was nice seeing you, Y/N,” he smiles but he doesn’t move.

I know that, in a different time, he’d come in with me, have a glass of wine. He would be telling bad jokes as alcohol starts to hit us while I fall in love with him as every second passes by. I wouldn’t wear this black dress for too long, he’d get rid of it as soon as he gets the chance and I’d enjoy each torturous moment unbuttoning his shirt.

“It was nice seeing you, too, Jin. Have fun at the party,” I state as I walk in because I should be the strong one; as I always have.

Still, tears fall in silence knowing that Jin is on the other side of the door and I will wake up alone tomorrow, again.

#seokjin #jin #kim seokjin #bts jin #jin imagine #jin x reader #jin scenarios #jin fanfic #seokjin imagine #jin imagines #seokjin x reader #seokjin scenarios #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts x you #jin x you #bts fanfiction

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celest1all · 4 years

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stress free | draco x reader

request: Hey can you write a draco x reader where te reader is easily stressed and it’s exams time so she is really stressed like she gets to the point of vomit and she forgets to eat so she is feeling really bad like headache and dizzy but draco takes care of her thanks!!! ❤️

a/n: this is set in year 5, so when Umbridge was at Hogwarts (she is also in this one shot aha)

warning(s): umbridge since she deserves her own warning, forgetting to eat, vomiting, fluff, idk.

tag list (if you would like to be added, feel free to ask <3); @accio-rogers / @angelinathebook / @strawberriesonsummer / @theojuicee / @coldlilheart

>masterlist<

You were currently hunched over a book in the library, with nothing but the sound of rain pattering down on the windows to keep you company. You estimated that you had been there for about 4 hours, but you weren’t entirely sure. All that you were sure of, was that you were extremely tired and your back was aching badly.

You had been studying non stop for the last two weeks because the O.W.L’s were getting closer with every passing day. And you were stressing. The new professor — who had coincidentally taken over the entire school — was supposed to help you pass the exams, but when it was clear she wasn’t going to, you decided to take it into your own hands.

A small part of you were aware of the fact that it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner, but the other part — the part that was solely focused on success — won. So you powered on through, gathering more and more books to fill your brain with as much material as possible.

Meanwhile, Draco was in the Great Hall waiting rather impatiently. You told him that you would meet him so you could eat together, but here he was, alone. After a few more minutes of smelling the mouth watering food that was laid out infront of him, he caved and began piling the delicious goods onto his plate.

******

“Are you alright, [Y/N]?” Hermione asked you with furrowed eyebrows as she examined your green-ish face.

You nodded slightly and took a deep breath. “Yeah, we can’t be late otherwise Umbridge will most likely have our heads.”

Hermione was hesitant, “Are you sure? You look like you’re about to — ” Before she could finish her sentence, you hunched over and leaned a hand onto the wall. You dry heaved in the corner of the corridoor, nothing actually coming out of your mouth due to forgetting to eat. “ — be sick.” Hermione finished, rubbing your back.

You wiped your mouth before standing up right. “You go, ‘mione. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“What about you?”

“I’m going to head to the girls lavatories.” You wobbled slightly on your feet, feeling extremely dizzy.

“But Umbridge — ” You shook your head at her and explained that you couldn’t give two shits about the pink obsessed professor at this time, to which she just laughed and bid you a goodbye.

Luckily for you, the bathrooms weren’t that far away so you managed to get there rather quickly. You were in there for about fifteen minutes before you headed back to DADA.

You walked in and you were met with Umbridge smiling rather scarily at you. “Thanking you for gracing us with your presence, Miss [L/N].”

You nodded at her and looked around the room, locking eyes with your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. You smiled slightly at him and he sent a worried glance your way before turning around and facing the front. You frowned but directed your gaze towards the Professor infront of you.

“Due to your tardiness, you have been given a detention. Meet me after class, Miss [L/D].” She finished her sentence with the giggle everyone hated so much.

Not really knowing how to reply, you simply nodded again and found your seat. You caught the eye of Hermione who gave you a sad smile. You mouthed that it was okay to her and faced the front.

The class felt like it lasted longer than it normally did — probably because you couldn’t keep your eyes open — but it finally ended. You waited for Draco outside the classroom like you normally did, and he welcomed you with concern written onto his face.

“What?” You asked curiously. He carried on frowning at you. “What??”

“Have you been sick?” He questioned whilst inspecting your face intently. You widened your eyes slightly but then shook your head at him. “Don’t lie to me, [Y/N].”

“I haven’t.” You nibbled on your bottom lip, looking anywhere but in his eyes. “I gotta go otherwise I’m going to be late for detention with Umbridge.”

You started to say your goodbye and turn around before Draco grabbed your arm and made you face him.

He stared at you for a few seconds before sighing, “Be careful.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he was asking you to be careful about, but nodded at him either way. “I will.” With that, you kissed his cheek and began making your way to the part of the day you’ve been dreading since you got given detention.

Once you walked into her office, you were greeted with the sound of cats meowing and Umbridge smiling at you...once again.

“Good evening, Miss [L/D].” She greeted, making you cringe inwardly.

“Uh, good evening.” You returned, glancing around the room.

“Feel free to take a seat.” She motioned to the pink chairs in her office. You did as she said and waited for the next piece of information.

“You’re going to be doing some lines for me today, Miss [L/D].” You started to get your quill out from you bag but was stopped by the sound of her voice. “No, not with your quill. You will be using a very special one of mine.”

You watched her move towards you and place the quill next to the parchment that was on the table infront of you. You frowned and said, “I haven’t got any ink.”

“Oh, you won’t need any ink.” She replied from behind you.

“What do you want me to write?” You were beginning to get irritated but tried not to let it show.

“I must be on time.” You rolled your eyes and began to write. You wrote about two lines before your hand you weren’t using to write with, started to hurt. You started to feel nauseous again but you carried on nonetheless.

After another line of writing I must be on time you looked at the back of your hand. There you saw the words being scratched into your hands. You winced due to the pain and you could vaguely feel Umbridge moving around you. Oh, how you so wanted to hit right now. You probably would have if you didn’t feel like you were going to heave again.

You stared at her for a second, “Yes?”

You debated whether or not you should say something, but you didn’t want to get in trouble again. “Nothing.”

Umbridge let you leave, thankfully, so you started to walk back to your common room. Unfortunately, the feeling that you were going to throw up again washed over you. You stopped where you were and leaned against the wall.

“You’re under too much stress, love.” You could smell the scent of your boyfriend before he even began speaking. “When was the last time you did something other than study?”

You rubbed your forehead and willed yourself to not vomit — if what you did earlier was considered vomiting — but it apparently didn’t work. Your head pounded whilst your stomach contracted, making you dry heave infront of the person you love most in this world.

Draco widened his eyes at the sight before him. He panicked slightly, but he quickly realised he should be doing something to comfort you. He rubbed circles on your back and made sure that you were not going to hurl before you stood up straight.

“That’s it, you’re having a stress free day tomorrow.” He stated, leaving no room for disagreement.

“I’ve got to study for the O.W.L’s, Draco.” You pouted.

“You’ve made yourself physically sick, [Y/N]. You’re having a stress free day.” You looked up at him and smiled softly.

“Okay.” You agreed, a grin making it’s way onto his perfect face.

“And if you ever push yourself this hard again, I’ll hex you.” You both laughed at his joke, well, you hoped it was a joke.

“Thank you.”

“Any time.”

Draco took your hand into his and rubbed his thumb over your hand, which coincidentally, was the hand that had been scratched into. You tried to hide the wince, but he quickly looked down.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled quite loudly.

“Shush!” You surveyed your surroundings just to ensure no one was around. “Look, it’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, seems like it.” Draco replied sarcastically. “Did Umbridge do that to you?”

You waited a few seconds before nodding at him. “Don’t do anything, please.” You said to him, hoping he would understand.

He was going to argue with you, to tell you that she shouldn’t be able to get away with practically torturing you just because you were late, but the look on your face caused him back down.

“Okay.” He sighed.

“I love you.�� You smiled up at him. Draco was slightly taken aback due to the fact you’ve never actually told him that before. He saw the flash of rejection go through your face when he didn’t say it back, “I love you too.”

You both ended up breaking out into shit-eating grins. “This doesn’t mean we aren’t having a stress free day, tomorrow.” Draco sent a pointed look your way.

“Yes, sir.” You rolled your eyes at him, the smile still evident on your face.

“Come on,” He pulled you along side him when he started to walk away. “Let’s get something to eat. You must be starving.”

You hummed in agreement, starting to feel less and less stressed as the night went on. You could definitely get used to that.

#draco fanfiction #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter imagines #angst #draco malfoy x you #reader insert #requested #request

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lu-undy · 4 years

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May I have a Pearl request where she is at the thievery once again and stills snipers hat along with spy’s balaclava

I have combined your request with someone else’s, who asked to have Perle steal some noodles ;D I hope you like it! :D3

"Meow…"

"Oh, hello there, pretty cat… Yeah, I'm like you, I'm waiting for Lu' to come back home."

Mundy was sitting in front of the TV. He hadn't done much that day, the usual chores here and there, and that was about it. It had nonetheless got him tired. The miserable weather outside also got to him and he had decided to sit on the sofa and wait for the time to pass. He had thrown a thin cover on his lap and was lazily watching TV.

"Meow?"

Mundy turned his head and saw Perle lapping and eating the few instant noodles he had left in his bowl on the small table next to the sofa.

"You like the noodles?"

Perle ate the few bits that were sticking to the bowl and lapped at it repeatedly.

"Yeah I like them too. Cheap and fills you up." Mundy added before sighing. "I wonder how much longer it's gonna take him with Engie."

Perle licked the bowl absolutely clean and then sat to clean herself.

"It wasn't supposed to take him that long…"

Mundy was more annoyed at how uninteresting things got on TV rather than the impatience itself. He took the remote and flicked through the channels, unconvinced by any of them when the door opened.

"Sniper?"

Mundy jumped on his seat and sprang out of the sofa.

"You're back?"

"Oui." Spy locked the door before removing his mask and carding his hair back with his gloved fingers. Perle slid next to his legs and exited the room through the cat door.

"Finally!" Mundy answered as he went to his lover and hugged him after he removed his jacket.

"Should I understand that you missed me?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah, quite a bit."

"Hmm…" Lucien purred in his lover's arms. "I am sorry it took longer than expected."

"Nah, it's fine. Now you're here."

"Oui. So, what have you been up to?"

The conversation carried on as the white noise of the rain hitting the windows lulled them and they sank on the sofa, Lucien in Mundy's arms and both under the soft cover.

"Your taste in television programs is quite bad, mon amour. What is this?"

"It's the latest series everyone is watching."

"Why are the actors all that tanned? They almost look sunburnt."

"They're American, luv'."

"Are the United States that close to the tropics now?"

Mundy chuckled and tightened his hug on his lover.

"You're adorable…" He pressed his lips on Lucien's temple. "I love you."

Lucien closed his eyes under the affection and purred. But a knock on the door interrupted them.

"Oh, did you expect someone?" Mundy asked, seeing Lucien stand up and look for his mask.

"Oui, Engineer wasn't finished when I left him. But he kindly offered to put the final touches without me. I guess this is him… Have you seen my mask?"

Mundy rose from the sofa and looked everywhere.

"Where did you put it where you entered?"

"On the table, as usual, but it isn't here anymore…"

"If you want, I can take it, you go to the bedroom."

"Merci, mon amour."

[Thanks, my love.]

Lucien left a kiss on Mundy's lips as Engie knocked again.

"I'm comin'!" Mundy answered and waited to see Lucien was out of sight before opening the door.

"Hey, mate, sorry for keepin' you waiting."

"I hope I'm not interruptin' anything," Engie answered. "Here, Spy's sapper. It was actin' weird but now it's all fixed."

"Ah, thanks mate, I'll give it to him and I'll let him know."

"Alrighty then, see ya!"

"Yeah, see ya."

The door closed and Mundy put the sapper on the nearby table.

"Did you lock the door?" A voice asked from the bedroom.

"Yeah, I did, you can come out, luv'!"

Lucien appeared again.

"Your sapper's all repaired now."

"Ah! Perfect!"

"Have you found your mask meanwhile?"

"I'm afraid not… It is very strange. I am sure I had put it there, on the table by the door…" Lucien's eyes scanned the room. "Oh, you didn't put your hat on the table either?"

Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"Nah, I… I usually do…"

Perle entered through the cat door and meowed repeatedly, brushing herself on Lucien and Mundy's legs.

"Hey, pretty cat, what is it? Why'd you meow so much now?"

Seeing that she had caught Mundy's attention, Perle trotted to the kitchen, her meows echoing there.

"Alright, what is it…?" He followed her and saw her food and water bowls empty. "But I gave you your food this morning, I'll put more water." And he did what he said as he heard Lucien still coming and going, looking for his mask.

"Here… Sorry if we kept you thirsty, Pearl." He added as he crouched to the ground and put the water bowl back. He petted her but she still meowed at him. "What is it? You had your food and you even finished my noodles earlier…"

She jumped on the kitchen top and tried as much as she could until she managed to open a cupboard.

"What are you…?" Mundy stood back up and stared at her. Perle half jumped into the cupboard and made some packets fall here and there.

"Oi! Pearl, what's wrong with you…?"

She got out of the cupboard, a pack of instant noodles between her needle-like teeth.

"You finished mine, what, d'you want more?"

"Meow!"

"Nah, if I cook some for you, Lu' will kill me."

"Why would I kill you?" Lucien said as he joined them in the kitchen. He saw the mess of packets that Mundy was tidying up and raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, what happened? You couldn't reach something perhaps?" Lucien teased Mundy on his height.

"Nah, it's Pearl. She wants me to cook some noodles for her."

"I told you to not get her used to it…"

"Yeah, my bad, she loves it way too much now…"

"Meow!"

"Non, Perle. You had your food for today and we are giving you treats from time to time. You are big enough as it is."

"Meow!!"

"Non, there is no room for discussion here." Lucien helped Mundy clean up the mess.

"Meow!" Perle answered back again and this time Lucien looked down at her with curious eyes.

"Oh ho," Mundy said, "She's talking back today…"

"Oui, it is odd… Also, I haven't found your hat or my balaclava. I have looked everywhere and couldn't find them!"

"Meow!" Perle jumped on the counter where the packet of instant noodles was, she stole it and darted away.

"Perle! Non! Come back!" Lucien and Mundy both ran after her.

She slipped out of the Spy's suite through the cat door.

"Ah, merde! I'll go and put on another mask, you go after her." Lucien said.

"Sure." Mundy got out and followed her.

He saw her slip in the base's broom closet.

"What are you doin' there…?" Mundy pulled the door a bit more and entered.

It was pitch dark inside. He quickly found a switch and flipped it. The yellow light helped a bit.

"Meow…"

"Why did you run back here with the noodles?" He asked, pushing the brooms left and right to see her better. He crouched down.

"Wait a minute, that's my hat! What is it doin' here? Did you bring it?" He extended his hand to take it when Perle jumped between him and his hat and hissed aggressively, showing her teeth and curving her back. Her tail pointed straight up and her fluff was all tensed up.

"Hey, it's just me, pretty cat…?" Mundy removed his hand.

"Sniper?" Spy was looking for his lover and Mundy heard his shout from the corridor.

"Yeah, I'm in the broom closet, Spook. C'mere!"

"Mon Dieu… Ah, here you both are, come on, Perle, I don't know what that was all about but we are going home." Spy said as he crouched.

"Wait, Spook."

"What?"

"Look, she has my hat!"

Lucien squinted to see better, the closet was quite dark.

"Oui, she does… What is it doing here?" He asked.

"I don't know but when I tried to take it back she hissed at me…"

"She hissed?"

"Yeah, like she didn't want me to take it."

"Nonsense!" Lucien said and got his hand closer. "Perle, ma chérie, rends à Mundy son-argh!"

[Perle, sweetheart, give back to Mundy his-argh!]

She hissed and slapped her paw on Lucien's fingers with her claws out. It scratched his skin enough to draw blood but not too seriously.

"Mon Dieu, that's new…!" He exclaimed as he removed his glove to see the blood prickling on his skin.

"Look, Spook."

They both watched as Perle turned and ripped the packet of noodles apart. She took the dried product and broke it with her teeth, chewing it but now swallowing it.

"Perle…"

"Shh, watch." Mundy said.

Both Lucien and him were crouching on the ground and paying attention. When Perle was done chewing through a good chunk of the noodles, sawing it to small bits, she took the hat in between her teeth and raised it.

"Oh my God…"

"Mon Dieu…"

Lucien's mask was there under the hat but it was… moving? Mundy and Lucien frowned until a few chicks peeked out and chirped, coming out of the balaclava and hat, pecking at the bits of dried pasta laying on the ground. Perle laid on the floor next to them.

"That's where my mask and your hat were…"

"She's been rescuing chicks!" Mundy exclaimed. "That's why you needed the noodles! Look, Lu', we can't leave them there, we should bring them all at home."

"What if they carry diseases?"

"Nah, they're fine, they're just hungry and thirsty. Pearl, you let me pick them up this time?"

"Meow." She rose to her feet and went next to Mundy. He put his hat upside down to act like a basket and filled it with some crumbs from the noodles before picking up the chicks delicately. He put them in, one by one and turned to Lucien.

"C'mon pick up your mask and let's go back home."

"Why did she need my mask…?"

"To keep them warm I guess. Chicks usually sit under their mum."

"Ah, I see."

They exited the broom closet and bumped onto Scout and Engie.

"Oh, hey there." Engie said.

"What were you doin' in there?" Scout asked and before Sniper could answer, Spy stood between them and raised a malicious eyebrow.

"What do you think Sniper and I would do if left alone in a room…?"

Scout winced.

"Ew…"

"Don't ask questions that you are not ready for the answer to, Scout." He added before taking Sniper by his arm and heading back to his room with him.

A few moments later, Mundy was sitting on the carpet between the sofa and the fireplace and was playing with the chicks between his hands.

"Here, I have ground more noodles and have filled a plate with water." Lucien said as he put everything down. "Ooh, they seem to like you."

"Yeah, cause I'm warm."

"I can only agree."

They exchanged a loving grin.

"Wanna hold one?"

"May I?"

"Of course."

"How should I do it?"

"Put your hands like a bowl. Remove your gloves first."

"Don't they have claws?"

"Lu', they're tiny."

"I was scratched once today already and don't want more." He answered.

"They won't scratch you, I promise. You trust me?" Mundy asked.

"With my life." Lucien answered. He removed his gloves and gathered his hands. "Here."

"Here, I've got one in my hand and… There we go! You got it now!"

"Ooh! It tickles, it's very soft!" Lucien discovered.

"Yeah, chicks won't claw into you, they're too small and fragile. Now, close your hands slightly, leave it a bit open for some air and stay like that for a minute."

Lucien was staring at his hands and waited.

"Now very slowly, open yer hands."

The Frenchman did as he was told.

"Oh, is it asleep?"

"Yeah, it snuggled in your hands and because it was all dark and cosy, he thought it was sleep time."

"I see…" Lucien raised his head to Perle who joined them on the carpet. Some of the chicks went against her fluffy and white fur, looking for warmth. "That's why you scratched me, hm? For those baby birds?"

Perle rose to her feet again and went to Lucien. She licked his hand, on the wound she had caused.

"I know you are sorry, and I understand why. You are an exceptional cat, Mademoiselle."

[Miss]

She purred and looked up to brush her head on Lucien's mouth. He only had to bend down and he left a few pecks too.

"She's a very good kitty." Mundy added as he directed the chicks to the water on the plate, on the carpet, in front of Lucien and him.

"Oui, a truly remarkable companion."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch eleven

read ch ten here

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an; hey friends. the world is very tense right now and my heart is broken. please be safe in whatever you do. please stand up for what’s right and support those who’s voices aren’t being heard. i hope this chapter can be a short little escape for you today. lots of love.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 5k+

edie's pov

i'm gonna be completely honest here—i really like peter.

i'm kicking myself in the shin because it took me so long to realize it. the dorky boy who would follow me around like a puppy is now someone i find so incredibly attractive and strong and sexy and yikes i need to slow down. but, like it always does, a small pebble of doubt finds its way into my shoe and i can't ignore it.

we're nearing the end of june, meaning it's almost one third of the way through summer. i hate to think that maybe things will change when we go back home. maybe he won't want people to think we're a thing. wait- are we a thing? gosh, we haven't even had that conversation yet. i mean, i definitely wouldn't mind being with peter. ah, peter parker! who would of thought?

i'm laying smack dab in the middle of my bed with my arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. i'm sure i look like an idiot, just staring at the ceiling with a dopey smile on my face.

after i finished my phone call with mr. stark, it was practically dinner time. when i got back, peter was gone. but this time it didn't bother me, now that i know what’s truly up with him, and i’m sure he had a situation to take care of. i made dinner for myself and flopped on my bed, which is where i've been for the past hour.

footsteps sound off down the hall and i smile impossibly wider. i glance at the clock and notice it's only ten pm, but my excitement to see peter overshadows my concern. the footsteps stop outside my door and a soft knock raps on the wooden surface before it swings open slowly.

i raise my head to see peter standing straight up with both arms behind his back. he cocks his head and speaks, "hey you, did i wake you up?"

i shake my head and smile at him. i'm already growing impatient with his distance and i extend my arms out to him, making grabby hands with my fingers. he just chuckles at me and takes a few steps into the room.

peter is no longer in his suit and has changed into black joggers and a grey t-shirt. i let my eyes wander over his chest and shoulders. i blush when he clears his throat.

"i uh- well i guess you're curious why i'm back so early. um, so, this- is why." peter stumbles through his words before bringing his arms from behind his back and cradling the smallest kitten i've ever seen against his chest. the small fluff ball stares curiously at the room and lets out a small meow in my direction. i sit up completely.

"holy shit. that’s s a cat." i say, quite dumbfounded at the current situation. peter nods his head and lets out a breathy 'yeah' as he shifts his weight back and forth on his feet. "well bring it here!" i continue with a incredulous chuckle and a small grin. peter pads over to my bed with haste and plops the kitten on the comforter gently.

it wobbles on its feet for a few seconds before arching its back in a thorough stretch and settling into the mattress. i raise my hand and softly rub the kitten between the ears. peter is still standing next to my bed, his hands now in his pockets. i look between him and the cat and tilt my head slightly.

"where...did you get her? erm, him?" i question. he pulls his hands from his pockets and lifts one knee to lean against the bed.

"some people were messing with 'em and i don't know...i didn't know what else to do." he says with a shrug and lowers himself to rest on the bed with me. i look back to the cat and move to hold one of its paws, i smile when it doesn't pull away. with hesitant movements, i softly grip the animal under each arm and lift it up to get a look at its underside.

"um, i think it's a female? maybe?" i mumble as my cheeks flush and i place her back down on the bed. she pads over the peter's leg and nuzzles against his knee. i smile at the interaction between the two. peter runs his fingers down her spine and coos at her with the sweetest voice. he looks back up at me and shrugs.

"can i name her?" he pleads.

i look at him with fake hurt on my face, "and give me no say? i hardly think that's fair!" i gasp. peter rolls his eyes.

"i'm the one who found her. that kinda makes me her dad. so i think it's perfectly fair." he replies with a knowing smirk. i shake my head at the boy and gesture for him to continue.

"okay, okay, what's her name?" i push. he looks down at her and bites his bottom lip in thought. i think about how i want to run my thumb over it.

"how about 'cinder'? cause like she's grey and cinder is kinda grey i guess and i don't know. if you don't like it you can pick some-" i cut him off.

"that's cute, peter. cinder it is." i say with a wink as i move to pick her up again. she stares into my eyes with her own golden ones. i rub the back of her neck and she leans into my hand, making me chuckle at the little creature. perhaps she's just what we need around here. someone to take care of, someone i can take care of when peter is out.

"wait, do we even have any supplies for her? don't we need like, a litter pan? and food?" i ask, nervous that we don't have the proper things to take good care of the little thing. peter just shakes his head, "i already got it all. i had to sneak her around the store, but we got it all." he smiles at me. i return the gesture.

"now gimme, i wanna see her! gimme!" peter whines and reaches out to take her from my arms. cinder immediately lets out a low meow and wriggles around in peters arms. he struggles to keep a grip on her as she pushes against his chest and squirms like a worm in his hold. with one soft hiss, she bats a paw at peters chest and he lets her go with a high pitched yelp. she lands on the bed next to me and her tail twitches before she finds a comfortable spot on the mattress once again.

i turn to peter with a shocked face, "pfft, damn! doesn't look like she likes her dad very much." i tease before i take in his condition. a small line of red seeps through his white shirt a few inches below the collar. it's a thin line, but enough to make me want to take back my words, "oh shit, she got you good, pete." i point to his chest and pull his shirt down to take a closer look.

he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his chin down to look at the scratch, "ah, she's gonna be a momma's girl i guess." he mumbles, defeated. i perk an eyebrow up at him and withdraw my hands from his shirt.

"are you insinuating that this is our child?" i point to cinder who is curled in a tight ball, "i'm not ready to have children right now, if ever, mr. parker." i challenge jokingly, but the last part isn't too far from the truth. growing up without seeing my dad for long stretches of time made me realize a few things— i never want to not be there for my children and i never want to leave my partner behind to take care of them alone. and taking care of the city and working with mr. stark is something i love, i don't see myself giving that up any time soon.

"well- n-no! i mean, yes? but it's just a joke, obviously we haven't had sex or anything yet. ah! not that i expect us to, well i guess id l-like that but pfft what am i talking about, yanno? what do i know?" peter rambles and shuts his mouth tight when he's finished. i lower my head, sharing the awkward moment with him and look up at him through my lashes. he gulps. i take a deep breath in.

"let's clean you up, yeah?" i say, desperate for a new topic. he nods his head vigorously and leans his body in towards mine. my chest squeezes at his closeness. my thoughts linger to the future and what it might be like if peter and i were together. would we get married? would we fight crime together? does he want kids?

i force my body to move and i stumble over my feet to my bathroom, leaving peter on the bed. my hands shake as i grab a hand towel and run it under warm water. i also grab an alcohol wipe and a bandage before stepping back into the bedroom. peter stares at me patiently.

i offer him a tight lipped smile as i make my way back over to him. he naturally angles his chest towards me as i nestle myself between his legs and pull down on the collar of his shirt.

"i-i can take it off. i-if it's easier." he suggests. i blush, but nod for him to do so. peter snakes his arms around his frame and grips the hem of his shirt on either side before pulling it over his head. i try to suppress the gasp that leaps up my throat and it gets caught there.

what i had done to peter earlier in the day was simply to mess with him. i was too focused on making him squirm than actually paying attention to what i was doing. it now dawns on me that i was so close to him, so close to parts of him that made me shiver. i want peter, and i'm sure he knows that, but i don't want to give myself away too easily. i internally frown at myself for possibly giving away the wrong impression.

i toss the thoughts away, "okay," i whisper weakly. my hands move to dab the warm, wet cloth over his scratch. i see him flinch at the contact, "is it cold? i tried for warm water." i explain, mocking his reaction up to nothing but the temperature.

"n-no. it's good." he says breathily. i smile, but keep my eyes on his chest and the subsiding blood. i set the hand towel down and pick up the disinfectant wipe, tearing it open with numb finger tips.

my eyes flutter back up to his briefly, "it might sting a little." i warn softly. he nods his head. with featherlike touches, i clean the scratch and i can feel myself relax a little into his legs.

"what are you so nervous around me?"

i freeze at peter's question and lower my hands down, "i'm not?" i say, which comes out as more of a question.

"you are." he insists.

my stomach flutters at the softness of his tone, letting me know he's not speaking in an accusatory way, but that he's simply curious. i don't know if i have an answer though.

i end up shrugging, "i've always gotten nervous around people i like." i conclude, choosing to be honest with the boy before me. his eyes never leave mine as he smiles and pushes a piece of hair away from my eyes.

"you don't have to be nervous, hun. i'm the one who has a right to be nervous," he jokes. then he reaches for my empty hand and raises it to his chest, placing it right above his heart, his hand is warm over mine, "don't you feel it?" he asks, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. but i do. i feel his heartbeat beneath my fingers as it beats a mile a minute. his warm chest rises and falls slowly as i trace my pointer finger in circles on his hot skin. i reluctantly pull my hand away from him.

"thank you." i whisper, curling in on myself and taking a small step back. peter tilts his head, "for what?" he asks, eyes wide and confused.

"for being the sweetest man in the whole world." i say with a toothy smile, which he returns. it goes silent again as i open the bandaid and place it over the already better looking scratch. then without a second thought, i bring my hands to his cheeks and hold them gently. his skin is cool to the touch, but slowly warms under my hold. i lean down to his level and place a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose.

before i can pull away, peter places his hands over mine to keep me there. our eyes flicker over each other's faces as we appreciate the soft moment together. i lean in again and ghost my lips over his, but i don't connect them completely. he whines when i slip my hands out from under his and move to clean up the scraps of the bandaid and toss it in my bedside waste bin.

"let me see you." he mumbles and grabs me by the hem of my cotton shirt. i resist against his tug and plant my feet.

"see what, peter?" i ask, my senses catching aflame at what he may be asking. he cocks his head and stares at me with his warm, dark eyes. they show no intent of harm or malice and i kick myself for ever thinking they might. his hands slip under the hem of my shirt and rest gently on my hips. before i can protest, he's pulling my top up under my breasts to expose my entire side, but i don't cover myself.

"it looks good, like it's really healing." he chirps, bringing a smile to both of our faces.

"well i'd hope so."

our heads snap to the open doorway of my bedroom. peter's hands drop from my body, i go cold.

"hey, kids." mr. stark greets, leaning against the frame of the door with an all knowing grin on his face.

when i said getting stabbed was the closest i've ever felt to death- i lied. it's right now.

right now in this frozen moment, the three of us flicker our eyes between each other, afraid to make the first move.

tony stands in the doorway, arms crossed and a hip popped out to the side. his face is stoic and tense, aside from his left eyebrow that is arched in question as the scene that was about to unfold in front of him. i don’t even know what that would have been. that’s a lie, yes i do. maybe.

peter still sits on the bed, his hands cup over his naked chest as if he doesn't want anyone to see him. he's breathing deeply and is as still as a statue. his eyes never drift to mine, even as my own beg for him to look in my direction.

then there's me- arms pulled in front of my torso, fingers tangled together as i pull the edge of my shirt down past my belly button. my head reels as i take in the situation before me. the room flashes red as my brain deems it a code red, all with the awful sirens blaring to match my beating heart.

"well i can't say i'm surprised." mr. stark tuts with his tongue and continues to look at peter and i like he caught us drawing on the wall with crayons, "and peter- stop doing that it's weird."

peter snaps his hands away from his chest and sets them in his lap, lowering his eyes to watch his thumbs fumble over one another. i look at him expectantly, hoping he will come to my rescue and make this all go away.

when he doesn't, and continues to sit there and shut down, i internally sigh and take charge.

"peter was just checking up on my scar, mr. stark. like you asked." i say plainly, pushing the sirens and frantic heart beats to the side. peter raises his head at my voice and nods numbly in reply. tony brings his hand to his chin and rubs it while tapping his foot. he's fully entering parent mode now and i want to roll my eyes.

"right, yes, of course! how silly of me! walking in here to see two of my best pupils nearly shirtless and touching each other! harmless check up between two pals, for sure." he rambles and flails his arms about the stuffy room.

"it wasn't anything more than that, sir." peter mumbles, his voice soft. my heart feels heavy in my chest and my eyes linger on peter before turning back to mr. stark with empty eyes and an empty feeling in my stomach.

"if you say so, kid. i just...i don't want you guys to get caught up in some- what is that?!" tony changes lanes quickly as he points to cinder, who is still laying in a tight little ball in the middle of my bed. i move towards her and scoop her up in my arms before taking her over to him.

"this is cinder. uh, peter found her while on patrol." i explain and hold her out to him. mr. stark reluctantly takes her into his arms and tucks her against his chest. he lowers his chin to look down on her fluffy body and rubs her cheek, she leans into him. i can see him soften at her and i hold back a smile.

"oh, okay. she can stay. yeah, you can stay." he practically coos in her direction. he turns on his foot and looks over his shoulder, "go to bed you two. in your respective rooms." he eyes us before walking away. he cradles cinder in his arms and continues to coo down the hall, "and you're coming with me, little lady..."

i angle myself towards peter and offer him a smile. he doesn't meet my eyes as he swiftly leaves my room and makes his way towards his bedroom.

it's the next morning when a knock on my door wakes me up. i stiffly sit up in bed and mumble a 'come in'.

mr. stark enters the room and shuts the door behind him. i rub my eyes with my palms and wait til my vision adjusts to say anything.

"uh, morning?" i say with a groggy voice.

he turns to face me and i can't stifle the laugh that leaves my mouth. tony stands there in a dark t-shirt and jeans. his shirt is covered in cat hair and his eyes are tired as he stares at me. cinder is perched on his shoulders, her head on one and her back legs hanging off the other.

he sighs, "get this thing off of me. she won't leave me alone. i don't know what else to do." he takes large strides over to my bedside and reaches his hands around to pull the kitten away from him. she digs her claws into his back and clings to him while he lets out a string of cuss words.

i roll my eyes and swat his hands away before picking cinder up. it proves to be a true struggle as she continues to claw at tony's back. he yelps when i finally get her off and she plops her tiny body onto the bed. my abrupt wake up is making me irritable, and tony notices.

"sorry to bother you, your highness, but we have some things to discuss." i roll my eyes again and open my mouth to speak.

"mr. stark, peter and i weren't doing anything i swear-" the man cuts me off. my eyes flare at him.

"oh really?"

"yes, really. he was just looking at the scar and-"

"cause peter says otherwise."

i shut my damn mouth, "what?"

tony sits on the edge of my bed and props his chin up on his hand as his elbow rests on his knee. he begins to flutter his eye lashes obnoxiously and tilts his head to the side, "peter said he loooves you." he draws out the words and they seep into my brain.

"w-what?"

"i'm just kidding, kid, lighten up." my face falls and i can't help it. if i could have one wish, it would be to have the ability to hide things from tony. my only goddamn wish.

his face softens, "ah shit, wolfie. what's going on?" he sits up straight and leans in an inch to show he's here and listening. i gulp and look away from his worried stare. the way peter left me last night sends a chill down my spine. one that doesn't make me smile or sigh in relief, but one that makes me scared for the future.

"i- um, i guess peter and i have gotten closer?" i say it as a question. i never thought of how to put everything that's happened into words for someone who had no idea about peter and i. i take a deep breath, "and i guess we're a thing?" tony's eyebrows fly up to his hairline, i try and back pedal, "well, wait i don't know actually- i mean he may not want to be, but i thought that maybe that's where it was going. b-but now that someone knows about it, he doesn't seem too happy." i trail off and rest my throbbing head in my hands.

after peter left last night, i spent hours in bed, staring at the ceiling. my body felt cold and brittle, like my bones would snap if breathed too hard. peter's speedy retreat hurt, and it gave room in my heart for the seed of doubt to grow and blossom.

tony's voice brings me back, "i did talk to peter. last night. and kid, i'll tell you what- that boy has some weirdly intense feelings for you." he chuckles, but i don't join in.

"but you said at the beginning that you didn't want anything to happen between us. and i'm so sorry that i let it-" he cuts me off and i groan.

"edie, i don't care if you and peter get funky while i'm not around. you're adults for christ sake! and do you really think i didn't see it coming? i pretty much know everything." he says with a smug face by the end of his lecture. i shake my head and hold back the few tears that threaten to spill.

"yeah, yeah i know you do." i laugh through all the emotions that pass over me and allow one tear to fall. tony gestures to nothing, "see? you know i know. all is well now."

i nod my head slowly at him, but i don't meet his eyes. part of me is embarrassed for making a big deal out of nothing, but to me it wasn't nothing. we're talking about peter here, a boy that i adore and it would've broken my heart if tony didn't approve.

"thank you, mr. stark." i say, forcing myself to finally meet his eyes. he gives me a soft smile and a curt nod before he begins to stand. i stop him, "when can i go out again?" i ask. tony halts his movement and sinks back down into the mattress.

"that depends on how you're feeling." he says simply.

"i feel fine. the pain is gone. it's just numb now." i explain with wide eyes, hoping to convey my honesty. he sits there, thinking for a few long seconds. my mind goes in a million different directions as i wait for him to say something.

he does with a tight lipped smile, "give it a few more days, kid. we'll get you back out there soon enough. i promise." he stands up again and ruffles my hair teasingly before walking away.

"mr. stark!" i call out to grab his attention and he turns back around, "how long are you staying?" i ask.

he shrugs, "just for tonight."

peter's pov

the wind pushes against my body as i swing past building after building, all of them muddling together. the sky is pink and orange, the sun slipping down below the horizon once again. i slow down and pick a rooftop to land on. i lower myself down into a sitting position and watch the sky change colors as stars begin to poke out in the dark.

the night is quiet. no disturbances needing my attention, which gives me ample opportunity to continue looking for the pair that hurt edie. i close my eyes beneath my mask and focus on my surroundings. the air is chilly and nips at my arms and legs. the only noise prominent enough is the droll of street traffic below me. my fingers lay flat on my thighs and i drum them over my suit. i take a deep breath and engage my enhanced hearing.

i hear the thud of boots and the clacking of heels on the sidewalk. i hear mumbles and tired voices scattered throughout the streets. i can pick up the faint music that plays from someone's headphones. and i can hear someone's heartbeat. it pounds from the alleyway below and i notice the slight palpitations that skip through the rhythm every so often.

i hone in on the sound, it's loud and sporadic. i open my eyes and stand up quickly, surveying the alleyway, my eye catches movement to my left and i peer down onto the scene before me.

a young girl is whispering harshly at a man, spit flying from her mouth. i narrow my eyes and try to focus on her words and movements. suddenly her body stills and she gives the man a pointed look before changing her personality completely and taking on an insecure outwards appearance. her shoulders slump and her arms wrap around themselves simultaneously with the man who straightens his body to cower over her. he begins to whisper crude things to the girl, words that make me uncomfortable.

a rustle from the end of the alleyway grabs my attention. a dog fumbles through, happy and running. behind him is a man. he's flustered and sweaty and his heart beat is pounding in my ears. the oblivious dog runs out of the dark side street and around the corner. the tired man slows to a stop a few meters from the couple, cautious of the situation. the tall man ignores the presence of the sweaty man and raises his arm to hit the girl.

i watch the next moments in horror.

the intimidating man slaps the girl across the face and her head snaps in the direction of the hit. the tired man runs to jump on the guy and struggles to tackle him to the ground. he does, and the girl scurries away and out of sight. the two men struggle with each other, the tired man maintaining his hold on the other. out of the corner of my eye the woman returns and i see an object shine in her hand. before i can do anything, she brings the object down on the stranger and stabs him in the back. he sputters and gasps and rolls onto his side. the woman speaks.

"don't you just hate being stabbed in the back?" she takes long, heavy steps around the bleeding man, "well, that's what you get for taking the risk. helping a stranger isn't as luxurious as it seems."

it's then that everything i've just witnessed makes sense, as horrible as that sounds, i've found edie's attackers.

with an outraged cry i jump down from my position on the building and land in front of the two attackers. they flinch in surprise before the woman straightens up and a devilish smile breaks out onto her face, "ah! my little spider boy, you've finally found us."

i ignore her words and shoot a web at her hands, hoping to cuff them together. she moves at the last second and my attack hits the man in the crotch and he doubles over in pain. i shoot another web at her and it pins her foot to the ground. in one smooth swoop, she bends down to cut the web away and straightens back up to throw the knife at my head. i dodge the weapon and stumble over the bleeding man. the knife just nicks my forearm, but damn it stings.

my attention snaps to the man on the ground and my body is leaning down to help him. my brain is telling me to keep fighting, but every other part of my being needs to help this man. i flip him onto his stomach and rip away the shirt on his back.

"sir, i need you to stay with me okay? sir? just keep breathing, don't move. oh god." i can't stop myself from focusing on the blood. there’s so much blood. i use a web to close up the wound and apply pressure. the clunk of footsteps fleeing the scene makes my blood boil as i make a move to go after them. but i'm stopped by the man, laying before me, his hand grabs my wrist and he chokes on his words.

"please. please don't go. i don't want to die alone. you can't leave." my breathing slows and my head fills with conflicting emotions. i want nothing more than to run from this man, going against everything i've ever been taught, and chase down the bastards that attacked the only person that truly matters to me. i know i should stay, call for help and comfort the injured man, but my feet are already moving and i'm shooting a web to the top of the nearest building and swinging away.

i turn on my comm, "mr. stark? it's peter, i need you to come out here to an alleyway between 34th and 11th. there's a man, he's been hurt. i gotta go after edie's attackers. i found them. i found them, mr. stark."

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Sunrise - Jihyun/V x Fem!Reader Pt 1

I started this series in the middle of The Cat’s Meow and have kind of struggled with some of it (I’m sure readers will pick up on those parts). Nevertheless, I still had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy.

Part 1: Stumbled Upon You

Ambling down the road, I pause, distracted by the beautiful flowers in front of the shop. Smiling, I lean in to smell the beautiful flora. Once I’ve happily taken my fill of the calming scents, I continue on my walk only to run face first into someone, sending us both to the ground.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” I instantly spout, getting off the poor man. “Are you okay?! Did I hurt you?! Oh geeze! I need to seriously pay more attention to where I’m going! I-”

His gentle laugh cuts through my panic, effectively silencing me. That mint colored hair atop his head looks so soft, I have to resist running my hands through it. Those mint eyes are pale in color but have a spark of happiness that appears rare, but it’s brilliant.

“I apologize,” he hums, propping himself up. “I was enjoying the smell of the flowers and I knew you were there but I didn’t expect you to move so suddenly. I suppose I should’ve made myself more obvious.” I notice that his gaze stays low, locked onto the ground and it occurs to me.

“Oh my god, I knocked over a blind man.” With a gasp, I cover my mouth. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you! Sometimes I just spit out whatever comes to mind and I’m not the brightest person so it always comes out really stupid and childish and-”

“Do you always apologize so enthusiastically?” he laughs.

I put a hand to my mouth briefly. “I’m so sorry.” Standing, I take his arm and help him up.

“It’s alright. I’ve honestly had worse than this.” His hand brushes against his face. “Although I seem to have lost my sunglasses.”

I pick up the dropped eye wear. “Oh, here they-ohhh no.”

“They’re broken aren’t they.”

“I’m such an awful human being,” I sigh in defeat. “Let me buy you another pair.”

He chuckles. “It’s alright. I’ve got several more at home. You’d be surprised at how many I’ve stepped on myself.”

“Then...let me buy you a coffee or a tea or something,” I insist. “It’s the least I can do for all the trouble I’ve caused.”

That smile makes him look like an angel. “You really don’t have to.”

I don’t know what posses me to do so, but I grip at his sleeve. “Please?”

The man sighs but that soft smile returns. “Very well. Are you’re free now?”

“Yes, but are you?”

“Even if I weren’t, I’m quite interested in sitting down and sharing a cup of tea with you.” The words send a rush of heat across my face. “Lead the way, Miss…?”

“_____.” I take his arm and begin to lead him towards one of my favorite cafes.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you,” he goes on. “I’m Jihyun.”

We chat for a bit before I pull him into the small building and guide him to a booth. “Would you like green or black tea?”

“Green, please,” he hums.

“I’ll be right back.” I place the order and the woman tells me she’ll bring it out to us so I return to the man I’ve effectively kidnapped. “Guess we have to wait a little bit. She said she’d bring them out to us when they’re ready.”

“That’s fine,” he replies lightly.

“You...never really answered my question earlier,” I hum. “Were you busy...when I pretty much kidnapped you?”

A grin crosses his face. “I was on my way to see an old friend but I’m sure he’ll be fine for another hour or two.”

“Are you sure it’s okay to keep him waiting?”

“Considering his status, he’ll just rearrange his schedule.”

I tilt my head a bit. “His status?”

“He’s the heir of a large corporation.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!”

Jihyun holds a hand up. “Like I said, it’s fine. There’s no need to keep apologizing, please.”

His words soothe something in me and I feel myself relax a little. “Alright.” The waitress comes by placing the drinks before us. I watch Jihyun hold a hand out, now appearing at a loss. Reaching out, I take his hand gently brush his fingers against the cup.

“Oh, thank you. So what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a seamstress,” I mumble, sipping my drink.

“Seamstress, hm? Do you specialize in any specific type of clothing?”

“Mmm, no. I’m kind of a jack of all trades. People bring me suits to patch, there’s a musical production company that hires me for costumes, I’ve had people commission me for renaissance costumes, I even made a wedding dress once.”

“Wow. You have quite the portfolio. What drew you to making clothes?”

I answer a bit shyly, “I like creating things: shopping for fabric, putting it together, all of it. But my favorite part is making something for someone and seeing their eyes light up. The woman with the wedding dress is my favorite reaction so far, but I do feel bad I made her cry,” I laugh. “And what is it that you do?”

“I’m a photographer,” he answers instantly, but the reaction fades to something dark. “Well, I used to be. Now I’m retired and living off the pictures that I sold or are still in print.”

I feel a sense of awe and concern at the same time. “That’s incredible. I’d love to see your pictures some time.” His smile seems a little sad and I get the hint that we should change the subject. “But what do you like to do now?”

The question seems to catch him off guard. “Hmm? Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I don’t really have a hobby anymore.”It seems that his own words are a shock to him, but he goes on. “What about you? What are your hobbies? Or is work and play the same thing for you?” I hum in thought. “You don’t have to tell me. You’re not obliged to divulge anything to a stranger,” he reminds me; however, I just want to spill everything to this man who’s so emotionally sincere, though I feel that may not be the case verbally.

“Hmm. Well, I do enjoy sewing, so I do spend a lot of spare time making random things. But I do enjoy binging t.v. shows while I do.”

He chuckles. “Oh really? What’s your favorite series?”

Topics from television to world travels to even our favorite foods pass the time and I find myself earnestly speaking with Jihyun. I notice the conversation tends to lean more towards me but I don’t want to push anything he may be uncomfortable with. Still, he’s full of a passion that’s absolutely alluring.

“I would love to see your art one day,” I sigh almost wishfully.

And then Jihyun gives a conflicted expression before asking, “Would you...No. Never mind.”

“What is it?” I press.

He hesitates but takes a deep breath. “Would you like to accompany me to an event this weekend?”

I lower my cup. “An event?”

“It’s an art exhibition; a display of my photos.” The subject seems a bit sensitive but I get the gist of it. “They still like the artist to be there if possible so...I’ll be there. But it would be nice to have a friend there with me.”

Already friends? I feel a blush creep across my face.“I’d love to go. Is it super formal?”

“I believe so.”

I nod to myself. “Great. So I should probably go find a dress.”

For once, it seems that he’s the one a bit flustered. “Oh! You can-If you just bring me the receipt, I’ll reimburse you for it.” He’s so adorable.

“Don’t worry about it. There’s a dress pattern I’ve had my eye on anyway.” I notice a faint tint across Jihyun’s cheeks. “I’ve been saving up. Besides, I think it would be a bit strange for a man I just met to buy me a dress.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.”

“Maybe I should drive,” I laugh a little.

One of those mint brows arches. “Did you actually assume I would be the one driving?”

The tea almost comes out of my nose. “N-No!” He chuckles. “But seriously. Should I drive or not?”

“It’s probably better than walking,” he agrees. As Jihyun is giving me his address, his phone rings. “Hello? Ahah, I wondered when you would call. No, I’m fine. I got caught up in something else. I’ll tell you about it later. Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I can already guess who called but I’m a little disappointed that he promised he’d be on his way. “I suppose I should get going. Jumin’s getting rather impatient it seems.”

“I did keep you pretty long.”

His smile makes my stomach flutter. “It was worth it. Would you mind calling a cab for me?”

“Sure. No problem.” I escort the man outside while we wait for his ride. “You’re cab’s here.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you this weekend, right?”

I can’t help but smile. “Yeah. I look forward to it.”

“Good. See you then.”

“See you then,” I agree, watching the cab drive off. With an excited fire in my chest, I hurry to the shops for the dress pattern.

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silviiarts · 4 years

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Amazing cover pic by @venusedgedraws!! Her commissions are open, take a look at her wonderful work!!

Pairing: NONE (Geralt and Ciri have a father-daughter relacionship) Rating: G Words: 1.3 K Genre: fluff Trigger warning: none Summary: Ciri befriends a cat and Geralts gets to pet it without it running away from him for the first time ever.

"Where's Ciri?" The white-haired witcher asked, impatiently heaving the wooden sword they trained with in his hand.

The youngest of his peers at Kaer Morhen shrugged, laying back on the grass. "Coming, probably."

"She's never late to a training session, Lambert," he replied with a desperate sigh.

"Geralt, relax! Maybe you're just early?" But he didn't get an answer. Underneath all those layers of armour, the White Wolf was but a worrier. "She's not a kid anymore, dude. She'll be okay."

"She is a kid, though. She's just seventeen."

"Just?!" Lambert groaned, running a gloved hand down his face in annoyance.

Fortunately, Ciri showed up before his father worried to death, running up to their mentors as happily as always.

"Hey!" She waved over at them, already wielding her own sword and attempting a strike at Geralt with a playful grin.

The witcher blocked it quickly, despite the little time he had to prepare for it. She was a clever girl, but he was an expert.

Brows knit together, he returned the swing and they both danced to the clunks and thuds of their weapons for a few seconds before he grabbed her wrist.

"Ah! What-" She whined, caught in his grip.

"What are those, Ciri?" He growled, although that was just his way of speaking, and she knew.

She had to look at her hand to know what he was talking about. Her skin was covered in thin, barely noticeable scratches.

“Got caught in thorn bush on my way here,” she replied, without batting an eye.

Luckily, not even picking up her scent or her speeding heartbeat helped him detect a lie.

She couldn’t just tell him that she had taking the longer way around the fortress to slack off before training and had encountered a cat.

She pulled her hand back under his narrow-eyed stare, and continued with the fight before he could think of another question for her.

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Long after the sun had started its way down, as did the intensity of the training, the White Wolf decided that it was the moment to let his pup take a break.

As usual, the session ended by an Igni-casted fire, Ciri’s work. Geralt handed her some cooked chicken scraps to regain her strength, getting some for himself too.

Those late evening meals after training were a moment of leisure for them both.

They usually chatted about their day, at least about the part of it they spend separately, and then headed back to the fortress together.

But that day, she seemed eager to finish her food and leave.

“I’m so tired!” She complained, exaggerating a yawn and making the witcher roll his eyes.

“I’ll head back! You can stay here, don’t worry!” She was quick to announce, kissing his cheek goodbye and leaving before he could say a word.

Geralt didn’t wait for his medallion to start vibrating to worry.

He was too curious about her hurry but, luckily, he kept his head cool and came up with an idea.

“Hm. Okay.”

He let her leave as he finished his chicken by the fire- it wouldn’t be hard to follow her track even after a while.

The witcher tossed the chicken bones to the ground and put the fire out. Ciri had taken her rubbish with her, it seemed.

It took him less than a heartbeat to pick up her scent and know which way to go. He wiped the chicken grease off his hands on his trousers, already stained from the training, and quickly went after Ciri.

Although he seemed stubborn about witchers not being able to feel, it was different when it came to Ciri. After all, even animals nurtured their offspring with care.

He was often told that he was too protective of a father, but he couldn’t really help it. Taking care of Ciri and raising her as his own daughter wasn’t just another test for him, but the most important he had ever taken.

And, being as inexpert as he was with teenagers, worrying about such little changes in her behavior was inevitable.

That’s probably why confusion made all his worries fade away as soon as she spotted her.

The witcher apprentice was crouched down by the side of the thin path leading to Kaer Morhen.

As soon as she heard him approaching –little did she know that her quick reaction had made him proud-, she shot up into a defensive pose.

She hadn’t gone through the mutations Geralt had, so it took her a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t dangerous in the dimmest light of the evening. Seconds that the witcher could spend noticing the little, white creature that had taken shelter behind Ciri.

“Fuck, Dad!” She groaned, clutching at her chest and huffing.

“What is that?” He inquired, raising his eyebrow at the critter, a very startled cat that hissed at him. Nothing new.

She let out a whine and crouched back down to pick it up, shushing it.

Geralt sighed and crossed his arms. Before he even started to lecture Ciri, she was already pouting a bit.

"Hey there, little one..." She tried to calm the cat down, petting it gently in her hold. It mewed and hissed at Geralt, but seemed to relax in Ciri's arms.

"I know, I know!" She sighed, looking up at Geralt. "I was lazying around and found him, I just couldn't resist! I know it's childish and you wouldn't approve!"

It was a well-known fact that cats hated witchers, but Geralt didn't hate them.

In fact, he felt a sting of... something in his chest everytime he crossed a cat on the path and it ran away from him like it had seen the most terrible of creatures.

"I left earlier because I wanted to give him some food," she admitted, looking at the ground.

The bones left from Ciri's chicken laid on the ground, thoroughly cleaned of its flesh by the cat.

He rubbed his temples, sighing heavily. He really had worried that much for something so childish...

A meow dragged him from his thoughts. Despite these animals' cunning and ungrateful fame, this one seemed to trust Ciri after she had helped it.

"What's up?" She asked the cat, almost expecting an answer. "You want to say 'hi' to Dad?"

"Uh, I don't think..."

Nevertheless, Ciri had already held the cat out closer to him before he could finish speaking, with the brightest of smiles.

Geralt focused on the animal, whose eyes practically matched his. Maybe it was their similarities what made cats wary of witchers.

The white cat looked up at Geralt with its ears pulled back, but he wasn't hissing anymore, nor unseathing his claws.

"Go on, pet him!" She squeaked, stroking its soft fur.

The witcher was hesitant, but he couldn't just say no to Ciri's face.

He reached out towards the cat, watching his reactions closely. Its fur wasn't standing, and it seemed rather calm, although it didn't take its eyes off him.

He wasn't wearing his leather gloves, so the cat could pick up his scent before he gently ran his hand along its back.

"Isn't he cute?" Ciri squealed and grinned wide.

Geralt petted him for a few seconds more, until he felt a smile creep upon his features, before pulling back.

That was the first time he had been so close to a feline and, of course, petted it. "Hm... He's cute. And very calm," he agreed. "But you know..."

"I know we can't keep him at Kaer Morhen! I know! But I couldn't resist!" She whined, dropping the cat back onto the ground before it got nervous.

The witcher watched it rub its head against Ciri's boot as a farwell and disappear into the bushes with a gentle smile.

He snorted the lightest chuckle and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's for his good, really. He wouldn't enjoy living with us."

"I know, Dad," she shrugged, pout melting into a pitiful smile.

"But... I never said you couldn't have friends outside Kaer Morhen.

They were already walking back to the fortress together, as usual.

"Really?" She gasped.

"As long as they don't take a minute off your training," he grinned slightly, amused.

"Ugh... Okay!" She laughed, playfully shoving him.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair, sighing contently right after.

He was supposed to lead Ciri through life, yet she still could teach him some things.

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andtheyweredeskmates · 4 years

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Of Latte’s and Lingerie- Chapter 6

I’m delirious, sleep deprived and high on caffeine but I did the the thing so who’s really winning here? Anyways, if you haven’t already, here’s the previous chapters 1 2 3 4 5 or a link to AO3. Also, if you wanna be added to the taglist please tell me, I’m a whore for praise. Hope this doesn’t suck. Rock and Roll.

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Marinette woke up feeling like someone had shoved a wad of cotton balls in her mouth. God she hated wine. One would think that after years of “wine nights” with Alya, she’d realize she should never participate in them on work nights. Marinette glanced halfheartedly at her phone, searching for the time.

7:00

“FUCK!”

Marinette jumped up like she’d been prodded with a hot poker. She ran to her little chest of drawers and frantically grabbed the first pair of pants she saw. As she attempted to put them on, she simultaneously hopped toward her closet. After a quick analysis she grabbed a blouse that she only hoped complimented her pants. Marinette shimmied her way into her blouse and made her way into the bathroom. Tikki sat on the countertop glaring at her

“Meow.”

Marinette grabbed her toothbrush and squirted a generous amount of toothpaste on the bristles.

“I know Tikki but I have to be at work in an hour and god knows what traffic’s gonna be like.” Marinette brushed her teeth with purpose, contemplating the agenda of the day. She was never drinking with Alya on a Tuesday night ever again.

Marinette groaned at herself. She hated going to work without makeup. Because every single time without fail, Audrey had a passive aggressive comment to make.

Mari I know a good makeup artist if you ever need any tips.

Did someone die? You look awful.

Audrey was right. She was a bitch.

Marinette briskly walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot, grumbling to herself about bitchy bosses. She checked the time on the oven.

7:05

Marinette began calculating. If she left by 7:15, she would be fine. That gave her 45 minutes to make a half hour drive. She’d make it with time to spare.

Audrey put up with a lot more from Marinette than she did from most people (for the sake of art, as she would say) but Marinette was not looking to push the limits. While she waited for the coffee to brew, she grabbed Tikki’s food from the pantry and poured it in the bowl. Tikki didn’t so much as glance at Marinette as she strolled into the kitchen and began eating her food. Marinette grabbed her brush from the counter of the bar and started brushing her hair wildly. When the coffee pot beeped impatiently at her, she quickly filled up her mug and one to go coffee for the road. It was gonna be one of those days.

Marinette put her hair in a quick sloppy French braid that fell down to just the center of her shoulder blades and gulped down her first coffee. When she glanced back up at the oven clock she sighed harshly.

7:10

Marinette grabbed her purse, chugged the last bit of coffee from her mug and slipped on some flats she kept near the door.

“Bye Tikki, I love you!”

…

When Adrien woke up he was more than a little disoriented. He couldn’t see a thing and he couldn’t breathe but he could feel fur buried in his face.

“Phlghhh.” His voice was muffled by the cat laying peacefully across his face. Adrien picked the cat up and held him up above his head.

“Is this what we’re doing now?” Plagg stared back with disinterest. Once Adrien set Plagg down on the empty side of the bed, he glanced at his beeping alarm clock.

7:00

Adrien sighed contentedly and strolled into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. His favorite part of his job was the late start. He had three hours of peace before he had to be at work so Adrien relished in it.

“Plagg, what do we want for breakfast?” Plagg elected not to dignify Adrien with a response.

“Yeah, I was thinking cereal too.”

…

No. nO. NO. NOOOO.

That’s what went through Marinette’s head when she got about 15 minutes down the road and realized she left the to go coffee sitting on the counter. It was at this point that Marinette began bargaining with herself.

If I drive five miles per hour over the speed limit for the next five miles and stop lightly but maybe not all the way at Dupont Circle, then I’ll have time to pick up an order from Dunn’s. Maybe I could call the store? God I hope Tim is there.

…

“Alright Plagg. I’m gonna go to Dunn’s. I’ll see you after work.”

“Meow.” Plagg didn’t so much as lift his head from the couch

“Don’t judge me! It’s perfectly normal for people to have multiple cups of coffee a day. Good day to you sir.”

“Meow.” Adrien scowled as he stepped in to the hall.

“I SAID GOOD DAY!”

Adrien probably would’ve laughed to himself if he didn’t happen to walk into the hall at the same time as three other residents in his apartment complex. He had to trudge his way to the elevator, avoiding eye contact with every living thing in his periphery. Is this what his father meant when he asked Adrien not to make a fool of himself?

…

“Thank you, Tim. You’re a lifesaver, I’ll be there in 5!” Marinette hung up the phone and glanced at the clock.

7:30

Marinette did the math. She was at the light just in front of Dunn’s and she did the math faster than she’d ever done any math in her life.

Her job was only 15 minutes away from Dunn’s. If it took 5 minutes to get in, pay and get out, the light would probably be about 3 minutes long to turn in and out of Dunn’s. If you add all that together, plus the walk from the work parking lot to the door (which Marinette estimated to be about 5 more minutes), and if she was lucky, so very lucky, Audrey wouldn’t notice her being 1 minute late.

The things Marinette does for coffee.

…

Adrien was able to find his usual spot. He was able to order his usual mocha frappe and he was a little disappointed (but unsurprised) to see Marinette was not in her usual spot. Adrien had noticed after weeks of people watching that Marinette didn’t come to Dunn’s until after 5 pm, at which point she was usually frantically working on something. Adrien had also noticed that when he came in at about 7:30 every morning, he was the only person who would actually come in and sit down. Now, Adrien didn’t always go to Dunn’s twice a day… but he did it more often than he cared to admit.

“You know I give you all my money. I feel like you should at least take me out to dinner,” Adrien had joked.

“Nice try sweet cheeks,” Tim had said as he handed Adrien his change.

Adrien loved Dunn’s. What a peacefully, predictable and wonderful place.

…

“Yes. yES YES! YEEEEES!”

Marinette was right on schedule. She was screeching into Dunn’s at exactly 7:33 and she’d never been more proud of herself in her life.

…

Just as Adrien was beginning to settle in, the door busted open. Marinette arrived in the most ridiculous fashion Adrien had ever seen. She had a debit card in one hand, a shoe in another and she was breathing incredibly hard, as though she’d run a marathon. Her purse slipped from her shoulder to her elbow and it seemed like what had once been a French braid, was now a French mess because while the top of her head seemed to present her hair in a beautiful plait, as you moved down you could see that her hair was falling, falling ,falling until it was sprawled across her back.

“Tim, please tell me it’s already made?” Tim looked at her with wide eyes and a cautious expression.

“Um, I think I’ll add another shot of espresso while you pay, just uh, swipe.”

…

“Fuck me,” Marinette muttered. She dropped her shoe to the ground and tried to wriggle her foot back into it as she swiped her debit card.

“Are you okay Marinette?”

Now at this moment, Marinette froze in horror and a series of realizations hit her all at once. Number one, she’d forgot to put a hair tie in after braiding her hair that morning. Number two, she had walked into Dunn’s with only one shoe. Number three, when Tim said on the phone about 6 minutes earlier that the shop had been dead, he hadn’t meant empty. And finally, number four, the hot boy was sitting in his table in the corner.

“Oh, um yes! Just late! But I need coffee, and I left mine at home so I’m late and I stopped for coffee… Stress.” Marinette could practically see the word vomit coming from her mouth. This really was one of those days.

…

Adrien could physically see the stress on Marinette’s face before the word even came out of her mouth. He could tell she was nervous before her other words stumbled out too and Adrien felt awful for her.

“Well, maybe I can help! Here, I always keep an extra hair tie in my wallet for one of my friends. She’s kind of obsessive about her hair. Do you want to borrow it?” He could see a touch of relief in Marinette’s face.

“Oh my gosh. That’s really sweet, thank you!” Adrien glanced in the back and saw Tim give him a wink before busying himself with Marinette’s coffee.

“You know, we keep running into each other, but it’d be nice to actually plan a time to meet up. Why don’t I give you my number?”

…

Marinette was hyperventilating just a bit. There was a lot going on and it was very overwhelming. And that was the excuse she would give Alya when she explained the events that transpired there in that coffee shop.

She had handed the hot boy her phone and just as he’d handed it back, Tim had come back with the coffee. Without so much as a sideways glance at her phone, she snatched the coffee and turned briefly to face the hot boy.

“Thank you! Late. Really late. Gotta go. Lext you tater.” And with that, she gave Tim an appreciative nod, and ran out the door.

When she glanced at the clock in her car, Marinette was happy to see that she had a minute to spare before she needed to peel out of the parking lot. She chose this minute to take a look at the new contact in her phone. Finally Alya could stop bugging Marinette about not knowing his name.

When Marinette unlocked her phone and looked at her newest contact she had to take a full 3 minutes (that she didn’t have) to recover. There was screaming, maybe some crying, thrashing. It was a big ball of Why is this happening to me? She reread the contact name about 30 times before it really sunk in that this was really just one of those days.

Coffee Buddy.

The risk of going to Dunn’s that morning was calculated but boy was Marinette bad at math.

Next Chapter

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nyanbinary-chatnoir · 5 years

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Purr-fect Cat-ch | Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here! Hope you enjoy!!

AO3

Words: 2885

Pairing: Adrien Agreste / Marinette Dupain-Cheng

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Marinette stared down the fence which stood the middle of her and the outside world. One she have never before tread, but with the thought of her friend being hurt, or eaten raised the fur on her back raise.

She's never gone beyond her yard, Marinette's parents worry for her safety but never stopped her when they built the cat door. Marinette recalled them saying she's welcomed in or out whenever she pleased. Marinette would always have her home to return if she ever decided to wander beyond the fence.

The fact is Marinette never had found a reason to go anywhere. Her parents took great care of her, making sure she always have water in bowl, food, a nice and warm place to sleep. Marinette never liked the vet's but knew they took her their for her annual check up to make continue making sure she was healthy.

Monsieur Rat after they became friends made sure to visit, telling Marinette of what he'd seen or heard. Bringing her trinkets every so often.

Marinette stood tall and made her way through a hole in the fence behind old table and chairs.

She made her way into the alleyway behind the bakery Marinette glanced down to one end, then to the opposite end. Well Marinette had two ways she could go.

Maybe she could pick up Monsieur Rat's scent?

Bending down Marinette sniffed at the ground, hoping to get a glimpse of his scent. Abruptly pulling back making a gagging face. This may be a back alley but whatever she sniffed was horrifying.

“Gross,” Marinette's nose wrinkled.

Marinette tread onward looking in a couple of trashcans, discarded bike parts, a old and disgustingly stained mattress. Sighing when she caught no sight of the rat. As she begun to find out it was not simple finding her friend as she thought it would be. Marinette however; was not one to give in so easily!

Passing by a smelly dumpster she paused mid-step when her ears twitch. Something small was scurrying this way. Marinette waited with baited breath.

Releasing it when a furry rat, not monsieur rat, scampered on by. She smiled when she saw the rat with a small discarded piece of apple in its mouth. Apparently it was lunch time for everyone.

She got back in to focus, she had Monsieur Rat to find!

Marinette hopped on a crate in-front of her peering inside, disappointed once more when she found no trace of Monsieur Rat. Hopping down she sat down on bottom, brainstorming ideas. She wanted to search more but she also noticed she was wandering off too far. While the new world brought new places and excitement. Marinette did not know her away around the neighbor. She was not going to get herself lost.

The rat she saw scamper by earlier appeared again, digging into a knocked over trash can. She perked. Maybe she didn't know her around the area, but maybe this rat could be of help? And the rat might know who Monsieur Rat is!

“Excuse me-” she called out.

Knocked over by a heavy force, Marinette found herself lying on her back staring up into the sky. She blinks. Confused. One moment she was upside up, the next upside on her back. Turning over she looked to what crashed into her.

Not what, but who. Because there lying beside her shaking his head was Chat Noir. Life had funny ways of joking with her. It appears the stray cat wandered not far from the bakery. He'd still been around, still scavenging for food.

“What,” Chat Noir shook his head. His green eyes widened in surprise. “You??”

He narrowed his eyes. “How come you're in the alley, I thought you had a house??”

Chat Noir after leaving the backyard began wandering the alleys and back ways in search of food. Since his other meal had been a friend. He needed to find new. Technically at this point he would take a piece of fruit or, he shudders, cheese. His tummy growling and impatient for food.

He watched the other cat sit up staring at him in equal surprise.

“I'm looking for my friend. Monsieur Rat.” Marinette eyed him. “I thought you left but you're still hovering this area.”

She gasps. “You weren't going to eat the rat scavenging in the dumpster were you?” He'd tried to make one meal of Monsieur Rat.

Chat Noir gaped at her.

“Yeah? I need to eat. I'm not finding anything edible around her.”

“I'm sure you can find something to eat! You don't need to pray on the innocent rat.

“Please don't tell me all the rats around here are you friends.” Chat Noir deadpanned.

Marinette's ears flattened.

“So what if they all are,” she sniffs indignantly.

“You're joking, right.”

“Why would I joke about it?”

“You're serious,” Chat Noir replied.

Marinette nods. Determined. “Yes.”

Chat Noir stares, unblinkingly, gets up. “Well today I can officially say is the weirdest day of my life. Not only dinner was saved by a cat who is friends with a cat. Now I find she adopted all the rats in area. Did I walk by catnip by any chance?” Chat muttered the last bit to himself. He'd never met a cat who is friends with a rat. Majority cats he met typically ate or chased them.

His stomach interrupted his inner musings with a loud growl. Oh man. If Chat been human he'd be blushing by now. “Apologies to cut this conversation but I must be going. Take care.”

Turning he crouched to leap on the crates when Marinette who'd been observing him called to him. “Are you really hungry??”

Chat faces her only to bend his head and face the crate. “Yeah.”

Marinette stops next to him. “Have you...not eaten much today?”

Chat snorts. “I guess its been a day or two.”

He's not prepared for Marinette's voice to boom.

“TWO DAYS?” TWO DAYS AND YOU HAVEN''T ATE???” She cried hysterically. One day was a max for not eating, but two! Two days since this cat ate.

She rounds him pressing her nose against his. “If you told me you haven't eaten for two days I would be glad to get you food from my parents discard pile!!”

Determined, Marinette pushes Chat back to the bakery. Leaving the black cat very confused and frazzled. This is likely the most odd situation he's ever been a part of. Sure its been two days, but technically he has gone longer. It was an unfortunate downside of being a stray cat. Chat wouldn't trade it for all the food in the world if offered.

“And uh, where do you think you-OOF, are taking me??” He stands firmly, Marinette pushing him, she's not giving up.

Huffing she glares at him. “You need to eat! So Monsieur Chat Noir, I am pushing you back to the bakery and you are going to eat! I don't care what, but you need food!”

“I thought you were looking for your friend??”

Marinette rolls her eyes, gently nudging him. “I am! And still are! I'm pausing it for the moment so you can get food. Then I will return to my search!”

Chat gives in and follows Marinette through the fence. He realized it's a losing battle and better to go along with her plans. Chat Noir shouldn't be surprised. She did push him nose to nose when caught attempting to eat Monsieur Rat. Tiny cat maybe, but a strong willed one for sure.

He had no issue with her, yes he'd been mad when the other interrupted his dinner. Chat can get testy when he's hungry. Overall Chat concluded he found her intriguing, even go far as to say he respected her. How Marinette stood up and defended her friend.

“Chat?”

“Huh?”

Marinette laughs. Amused seeing Chat spaced when she began to talk to him. She walked over to the back entrance of the bakery, smiling. “I said you can sit right there while I go get you some leftovers, okay?”

“Oh.” He plops down. Nodding his agreement watching Marinette turn, go through her cat door. Chat Noir sat, awkward. Not a situation he was accustomed to. Or had been for a while. He decided to look around his surroundings.

Marinette's backyard is cute. It had nice green grass to lay and roll on. A tree she could lay down in the afternoons for a nice cat nap. He glanced over to one side and saw a garden bed. Nothing growing. Another good place to roll in.

In fact.

Chat chanced a glance at Marinette's cat door, not appearing any moment soon. He stood up making his way near the garden bed. Standing on his hind legs as his front paws touched the dirt.

“Puuuu-ffect,” he purred. Without a second thought Chat hopped in and began rolling. He found he enjoyed dirt, rolling, laying, playing in dirt. Soon his fur was covered in dirt.

Caught up in his adventures he failed to notice Marinette coming through with a small cod in her mouth. Leftover from her parents dinner last night.

First Marinette worries he may ran off, opting to go catch his own meal. A glace over the garden beds told her. She makes her light steps light and soft, Marinette wanting to surprise him. Nearing Chat Noir, Marinette's heart lurched. The sight she will admit is endearing. Seeing him so carefree and happy, but he needed to eat.

Plopping beside the garden bed she dropped his food in at her paws, meowing softly.

Chat Noir instantly froze his fun. Turning his head slow Chat wish the dirt would swallow him.

Marinette's tail swishing. “I'm not interrupting you am I?”

He sprung to his feet, looking everywhere but her. “No, no you weren't. I was merely testing your dirt.” Chat patted the bed. “You have good dirt. Perfect even.”

Marinette's head tilt. “Thank you I guess?? I'm glad you enjoy our dirt, but I have your dinner for you. I hope you are okay with fish!” She had no idea what Chat liked, fish seemed to be a good bet.

And her bet paid off. Chat's ears perked instantly at “fish”. His tail swishing frantic. “Fish?? You brought me fish??” He wiggles his butt and hops down. Chowing down immediately.

Holy mother of cats. This fish is fantastic!! Cooked at perfection. Chat continued to eat and chew his food happily and greedily.

Wiggling happy on the spot where she sat, Marinette felt proud of herself. Watching the other cat feeding on the fish.

Finishing off the last of the fish Chat Noir raised his head happily licking his lips.

“Thank you for the fish! Honestly I expected leftover or discarded bread. The fish is a total surprised.” Chat's ears flattened. Putting a paw near hers. “Not that I'm ungrateful, you graciously gave me this fantastic fish even though you hardly know me and we didn't really start out on a great paw.”

“I admit there was a small dislike for you when you almost ate my friend. And I had my doubts about you, I've never really interacted with many other cats.” Marinette shyly looked at Chat, then at the ground and she scraped a paw against the grass. “You do seem like a nice cat, and I'm more than happy to help others! How did you think I manage to befriend a rat?” She laughed joking.

Chat's gaze softened, taking in Marinette before him. She had a heart of gold. Wishing there was a way to repay her kindness.

An idea hit him.

“Hey! I have an idea, you said you've never interacted with other cats, right?” When Marinette nods her head he continues. “Well see I live in a old warehouse not too far alongside some other cats and animals. I could introduce you at one point. If you're comfortable meeting them.” He adds. Chat's excited for the idea, but only if she was comfortable. Chat isn't going to push him.

Marinette is shocked. When she offered him food she wasn't expecting him to give anything in return. She loved helping.

However hearing she could meet other cats brought excitement and nerves. On one paw, she'd dreamed on the other paw, that would mean going farther than the alley. An excursion never done.

Chat bowed his head. “Its okay if you're not wanting to, I understand.”

“I'll meet them!”

“You will?”

“Yes, I'd love to!”

Oh Chat wanted to do a happy dance right now. He chose to happily prance around Marinette. Excited.

“Fantastic!! You''ll love it, not only the warehouse, but meeting the others!” He continued to walk around her as Marinette laughed.

He babbled, then finally stopped, panting. Grinning ear to ear. “I will come get you tomorrow, say around noon?” Chat wiggles, waiting her reply.

“Tomorrow at noon!” Marinette agreed.

Chat Noir paused. “What should I call you? I never got your name.”

“Oh.” Marinette froze. Opening her mouth to reply when a ladybug buzzed in and landed on Marinette's head.

“Ladybug.”

“Huh?” One of Marinette's ears off to side as she stared in confusion. “Ladybug?”

Chat shrugs. “I'm gonna call you 'Ladybug'.” He looks off to the side. “Not just because one landed on you, but because you seemed to brought me a lot of good luck today. So I just want to say thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.” Chat looks at Marinette.

Softened by his last words Marinette replied gently, “You're welcome, Chat.” Her face turns serious. “You are not calling me Ladybug, however; my name is Marinette.” She sniffs.

Chats response is to cackle. “I am definitely calling you ladybug. It suits you.” He smirks. “Besides you're tiny like a ladybug too. So tiny and precious. A big dog could squash you.” Chat teases.

“I am not tiny!!” She retorted.

“So tiny.” Chat coos.

Growling, Marinette heard enough and tackled Chat. The two cats tussled with one another. Playful.

“I'll show you tiny!” Marinette gently bopped Chat on the head.

“Help me!” Chat cried out, giving Marinette a playful push. They circled each other. “I'm being attacked by a vicious tiny bug!! She seems to think she can beat me up.”

Marinette stopped, arching a brow at chat. “Ah yes, the poor stray alley cat being beat up by the tiny house cat.”

A paw stopped mid-air, Chat blinked, scrunched his nose cutely. “When you put it like together like that, it sounds pitiful.”

“That's because you!”

“Hey-OOF. Okay, I give I give, you win Madame Ladybug!” Chat laughed playfully, pawing Marinette carefully away.

Pinning Chat to the ground Marinette looks thoughtful. “Never! Not unless you promise to stop calling me Ladybug.”

“Okay.”

Marinette sighed. “Thank you.”

“Bugaboo.”

The look on Marinette's face when Chat called her bugaboo? Oh Chat wished he had a camera because her face is priceless.

Glaring down at Chat, another of wrestling round begins.

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“Oh, I didn't know you had a friend over, Marinette! Should I come back another time??” A voice interrupted their play and tussle asked.

Chat and Marinette sprung apart, both bashful looking, the two had been in their own world neither noticed Monsieur Rat's presence. He didn't look bothered, Marinette did see him giving worried glances at Chat, he had a magazine behind him.

“Monsieur Rat! You've returned! Safe and one piece!!” Cheered Marinette.

“Thank you!” Monsieur Rat blinks. “I think? I did find a magazine to your liking, Marinette, it took me some asking other rats and sources, but I managed.” He pulled the magazine from behind, holding it best as he could up to Marinette.

Excitement coursed through Marinette's veins, momentarily forgetting about her and Chat's tussle. She skipped over to glace over the cover. Gabriel Agreste! She could almost squeal of joy.

“Ehem.”

Both cat and rat turned to stare at Chat Noir. He seemed off put, excitement fading.

“Chat...?”

“I better get going, bugaboo. I'm sure the others will begin to worry if I don't make it back soon.” Stepping back, he glanced over the magazine, blanching.

“Tomorrow, noon, I'll be here.” He said, strained. Chat scurried to squeeze through the hole.

Marinette stared worriedly where Chat stood. He'd been having fun earlier, but it all disappeared. What had caused his sudden mood changed??

“Is Monsieur Chat all right?”Monsieur Rat showed his worry. Yes the cat may have mistaken him for dinner, but seeing Marinette being playful and relaxed eased his concerns.

“I'm not sure, I will ask him tomorrow. Maybe. If he wants to talk, I don't want to force him.” Even as she said her words she wasn't fully convinced. Something happened with Chat.

Marinette decided to wait to ask him when the time is right. She pulled the magazine to shade laying down and making herself comfortable. Marinette pushed open a page with her nose, eyes gleamed with the beautiful designs.

Monsieur Rat made himself comfortable beside her. Patiently listening to Marinette's comments and squeals.

#jaydens writing.txt #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #marichat #ladrien #ladynoir #adrientte #ml #enjoy <3

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Dandy And The Jet 🚀 [2] Bar Fights, Baby!

- Space Dandy x reader -

[part 1] [part 3]

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After transported from Dr. Gel's ship, I finally reached the targets next location. Looking around my surroundings, apparently, this Dandy guy was on his way to some sleazy alien bar.

Walking straight to the front door, the locals surrounding the place here were as shady as they come. Cheeky con aliens looking for their next sucker, prostitutes out in the open without a care in the world, muscular alien bikers that were almost seven feet tall who meant business and I mean really mean it!

The inside of the bar was warm but almost lack oxygen with so many creatures inside because of the insane amount huddled together like sardines, a human-like me wouldn't be noticed right off the bat. Unless I tried to engage in conversation with anyone. The floor was sticky - I swore some large blue alien got knocked over and couldn't get his face off the tile when he landed face first.

Luckily, a few seats in front of the bar itself weren't taken. I sat down. Once I did, a tall slim pink alien woman with three tentacles came to my seat. She was friendly but frightening to look at first glance. She brightly smiled at me with multiple small sharp rows of dark yellow teeth.

I ask for a simple Flaming Indigo, it was this purple colored alcoholic beverage that I kinda enjoyed to pass the time. It tasted of grape soda and coke and a hint of strong cinnamon from the fire that lit up before you drank it.

The barista served my drink in a matter of seconds. I stared down at the purple fizzles inside the cup and gulped it down. I asked to keep them coming while waiting for this Space Dandy.

What felt like hours, I told the alien barista to cut it with the drinks for a bit. A couple of people left the bar, so it was down to a fair few, no more crowds bumping into.

I heard the door sway open, I saw what it appeared to be him. Large slicked back pompadour, sideburns, varsity jacket, metal soles that clink. Just like Dr. Gel described.

The others were I'm guessing his group, a Betelgeusian and a small two-wheeled robot.

I tried to lay low, not seem like I'm staring at them so closely. Instead, I tried to stare down at my half-empty glass. I heard footsteps approach next to me unexpectedly, it was him and his crew. Dandy sat next to me, unaware I was next to him.

"I can't believe that the alien we caught was just some shape-shifter!" hearing the alien cat groan in stress. Dandy shook off his complaint. "Eh, it happens. Hey waitress! How about a drink for my pet over here!" Dandy cried out. "Hey! I'm not your pet!" I heard right after.

Dandy laughed it off and stopped suddenly. "Hey, do you by any chance have a locator with ya, mine kinda broke." I almost choked on my drink.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, puzzled."Yeah, sorry for scaring you like that, hun." Did he just call me hun? Oh well, just play along.

"Than yeah, I have one."

"Oh sweet! See Meow, our luck is turning after all!" He moved his excitement to his cat friend. His friend named Meow just rolled his eyes in response.

"Any drinks your interested in this afternoon, sir?" The waitress from early asked. "Uhh, yeah.." Dandy was looking around until he spotted my drink.

"I'll have what she's having!" He pointed at me. I looked at him as though he was crazy. He saw my reaction, "You don't mind, right?"

Keeping my cool all I can say was, "Not at all." Showing a warm smile. "Cool." He said simply right after.

Before the waitress passed his drink, I felt a large figure approaching us. Stomps were vibrating the ground and our drinks. I was hesitating on fighting whoever was asking for it...

The stomps stopped right behind Dandy. My eyes cornered seeing a large red-orange alien, their hair was in a Mohawk, cliche I know but true. And judging by the black leather coat, he was one of the fearsome, tough bikers from outside.

"Excuse me, but your sitting in my seat.."

I heard Dandy's crew were freaking out in the sidelines, praying for Dandy not to die. I'm guessing they were thinking of either running away to the ship or stay and watch their leader get beaten to a pulp. Either way, something bad was about to unfold.

Dandy didn't even look back at the guy, he just sipped his drink without care! He probably thought he was some alien, but I think the logic would judge by the raspy voice that this large guy had was no one to fuck with. I'm gonna take a short wild guess that Dandy isn't exactly the smartest in the crew.

Crap.

"Sorry, but I took this seat first." Dandy, not sure if this is the time to act high and mighty. If he saw who he was talking to, he probably would've given up his seat in a matter of seconds.

The biker alien grabbed Dandy by the shoulders, hoisted him up like it was nothing. Turn his small form around to see a close up of his face. And being the few people who got a front-row seat, that was a face only a mother could love...

I couldn’t let Dandy die. I had to bring him to Dr. Gel or Admiral Perry alive. But that would mean I would have to break my nice, human attitude loose now if I really wanted him alive at the end of this task. Oh, fuck this.

I looked at my drink and saw it was empty now. Right on time.

I stood from my seat, smashed the rim of the glass on the hard bar counter. I took the now open sharp glass and used it to stab the alien biker on its thick skull. A bit over the top and extreme but punches wouldn’t get this guy to loosen Dandy.

It winced in pain and let go of Dandy, dropping him on the floor. As the large alien was crying in pain and trying to yank off the glass cup off his skull, I kicked as hard as I could on his side and made him fall onto the three tables that were next to him. Making it hard to get back up, and giving me some time to drag Dandy and his crew to safety.

"Come on you idiot!" He looked at me shocked, so did his friends but I didn't care. Getting impatient, I just grabbed both his hands to get him up faster. Pulling him away from the bar, his crew followed along by his cat friend holding that small robot from earlier and running behind me.

I quickly turn to Dandy as we were running. "Where’s your ship!" I urgently asked him. He was studdering at first but quickly regained his composure. "It's over there!" He pointed a few feet away which looked like a lot when running away from a huge biker alien that was capable of whatever the fuck, which I did not plan on finding out!

It was the large yellow canoe ship of some sort. I immediately pushed all three inside the ship and went straight to the now-closed front window, seeing the alien running toward us with that a glass shard still in his skull. How the hell is he still able to walk after that?!

I immediately turned my head to Dandy, seeing him still lounging on the floor. "We gotta move!" He and his crew looked at me in question. I jumped onto the main seat, good thing I at least knew the basics of piloting a ship, like when to go fast as you can as a huge alien is chasing us down as we speak!!

"Listen, lady, I--!" Before Dandy could finish his sentence, the front of the ship was forcibly grabbed suddenly. I saw that the biker from earlier was holding a grudge and wouldn't give up on it.

"Oh geez! He caught us like we're fish or something!" The alien cat cried out. “EEEE!!" The tiny robot cried after in autotune.

"Relax, I got this!" I immediately tried engaging the boosters as much as I can so this guy can let go as we rocket the fuck outta here. I concentrated until it was the right the time to let go and having all the booster bars full. Hearing Dandy and his crew telling me to hurry up because the alien was trying to break the glass frame.

Two bars, Meow was crying out and holding the robot.

Three bars, Dandy was crying out and tried to force me to start the ship now.

Four

Five, I blasted the ship right into the billboard sign, where that alien got impacted onto in seconds. We finally made it through. I heard silence now, guess it was lecture time. I put the ship on autopilot and faced Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

"What?" I asked them. Dandy seemed more offended than the other two. "What'ya mean what? No stranger is allowed to use the ship unless it's QT our robot here."

"You do remember that I saved you, right? You know, thanks for saving me from a seven feet tall alien that could've beaten me in juices." I defended myself.

"See Meow, this is exactly why I rarely take women in my crew unless I'm doing them in the behind." Meow and QT were looking back and forth to each other, back to Dandy.

"I don't know man, I mean she did save you, we saw it," Meow said simply. "Adding on, she has sharp and quick combat skills that none of us have in this group." QT agreed.

Dandy looked at them as though they were entirely different people. "Crew meeting now!"

Meow, QT and Dandy went to a different room. You were still standing in the pilot room, looking where the ship will take next.

"What exactly are you two saying by 'group' and 'adding'?" Dandy asked, directly at QT who he quoted said line. QT responded. “I'm saying she would be a great addition to the crew, no offense Dandy, but when was the last time you shot anything with that ray gun of yours?" Dandy felt offended. How can QT bring up his poor marksmanship like that, especially since he would assume that she would be better at shooting than he would!

But, that robot is right. She would be a good use for the team for a little while... Dandy thought.

"Yeah, I like her!" Meow jumped in. "She seems cool and did you see how badass she was when she saved you from that guy! We thought you were gonna die this time."

It's so nice to know that my crew did not think I would live today.

"Alright, alright, cool it!" Dandy said to pipe them down. They looked at Dandy, waiting for what he was gonna say next.

Maybe it was time to finally have a female member in the group. Meow and QT seemed esthetic about her being here already, Other than Dandy kind of. Dandy just looked back in the small window seeing her.

She was good at starting Aloha Ole with no hesitation, and she saved my ass back there, and hot while doing it.

Although now that I'm looking at her backside a bit, she does have a body that she's comfortable with having. I'd give her booty a 7/10 at most. Something that I wouldn't mind looking at when bored but also wouldn't get too distracted by in a serious and tough situation.

What felt like painstaking minutes for Dandy to respond, he finally spoke.

“She...she can stay."

All three of them finally left the other room and went to where she was. Hands in Dandy’s pocket, sucking up with what he had to say but needed to!

"I'm sorry." Her eyebrows rose a little but not too much. "Miss, would you like to be apart of the Space Dandy crew?" Meow and QT were silently pleading in the sidelines.

Her face lit up a little bit. She mentally check-marked the first step of the mission. She never thought she’d get this far already, she mainly expected to stealthily east drop places to see them. But hey, crazy luck. Realizing they were waiting for a response, she spoke. "Alright, I always did wanted to be part of a crew." She shrugged.

Both Meow and QT wanted to celebrate that a new member was finally accepted.

Meow and QT cheered on and quickly had the idea of celebrating a new member for a 'celebration snack'?

They left soon after, meanwhile, she was left with Dandy alone, standing a few feet away from each other. Let awkward silence ensue.

"I'm sorry for saying that your a stranger and taking you from... behind." Dandy looked down, a little bit ashamed for what he said earlier. Not expecting Meow and QT to leave that fast.

"It's fine, I mean, I technically am a stranger to you guys and that last part is none of my business and I shouldn't judge you for that as a person." Someone that understands his pervy tendencies and is hot! Dandy actually doesn’t regret letting her stay now...

Before they can end this awkward back and forth conversation and calling it a night. Dandy forgot the crucial part of getting to know someone.

“By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

#space dandy x reader #space dandy #hubbywritings

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