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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Love and Medicine ~ 13

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Word Count: 3,160ish

Summary: You try to handle what happened with Steve, while Natasha tries to handle her pregnancy.

Warning: serious pregnancy complications

A few days later, you were anxious and needed to get energy out. You dragged Natasha to the park for a run. She was huffing and puffing as you basically ran circles around her.

“You’re stupid,” Natasha panted, trying to keep up. “You're stupid, evil, sadist and I wanna kill you.”

“Endorphins are good. Endorphins are mood elevators,” you replied. “This is supposed to make us feel better.”

Natasha stopped and threw herself on the ground. “Do you feel better?”

“I’m stupid.” You jogged around her.

“Slutty mistress.”

“Pregnant whore.”

“Sleeping with our bosses was a great idea.”

You stopped and sat yourself beside Nat. “You know what’s ruined for me?”

“What?”

“Ferry boats. I used to love ferry boats and Steve's got a thing for ferry boats. Now every time I see a frigging ferry boat—“

“You know what's ruined for me? Coronary artery by-pass grafts ... and aortic aneurysms. I used to love aortic aneurysms.”

You laid next to Natasha with a sigh. “Have you cried yet?”

“What do you think?”

“Do you think we’ll feel better if we cry? You know like just let it out?”

“Probably. Yeah…. Do you wanna cry now?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

~~~

Steve entered the hospital elevator, finding himself alone. Which was relieving. Unfortunately, at the last second, Fury entered wearing a beanie.

“Nice hat,” Steve commented.

“Shut up,” Fury responded.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m going back to work.”

“You’re not cleared for surgery.”

“Leave me alone. I’ve been sitting at home watching Ellen giving away things on TV. Ellen, Steve! You clear me now or I’ll hurt you.”

“If you want me to clear you so soon, maybe you should've thought about that before you gave chief to Stark and invited Satan to Seattle.”

“Satan?”

“Good morning,” Peggy greeted, entering the elevator. “I like the hat, Nick.”

“Satan speaks,” Steve murmured.

“Actually I prefer to be called ruler of all that is evil. But I will answer to Satan.”

“What is she still doing here?”

“I asked her to stay,” Fury answered. “We have a pediatric surgery attending on maternity leave.”

“Actually, I could use you on a consult,” Peggy told Steve. “Will you meet me up there Steve?”

“Ah yeah. Fine,” he responded. Peggy left the elevator. “I’m not clearing you for surgery.”

~~~

Dr. Gamora and her group of interns were all gathered in a patient’s room for rounds. Dr. Banner was also in attendance.

“Mr. Jackson is scheduled for resection non-small cell carcinoma today,” Natasha stated. “He did well overnight, has remained afebrile. He's had a dose of ceftriaxone this morning. He's pre-op labs are unremarkable. His chest x-rays, um, are unchanged from the previous.”

“I own a couple dry-cleaning stores,” Mr. Jackson explained. “Never believed what they said about inhaling the chemicals.”

“We’re going to do everything we can for you, Mr. Jackson,” Banner promised. He turned to Natasha. “Did oncology see him yet?”

“Uh, they’re waiting for the surgical path,” Natasha replied.

“Thank you, Dr. Romanoff.”

“Next patient,” Dr. Gamora said. The group of interns followed Gamora.

“You need to tell Banner,” you whispered to Natasha.

“No,” Natasha responded.

“I just think you should still tell him about the baby because he'd at least have the responsibility of having to pay.”

“No! You know what? He’ll never know. It’s over. Once this pregnancy is taken care of, Banner won’t even be a blip on my radar. He’ll be a smudge.”

“Right,” you scoffed.

You all entered the next patient room to see a young woman.

“Alexa Rickie,” Peter began, “she’s 23 years old. In for a scheduled ETS for treatment of her erythrophobia hyperpyrexia.”

“Erythrophobia?” Val whispered to Clint.

“Blushing,” he answered.

“You have any questions about the procedure?” Gamora asked Alexa.

“Oh. Dr. Ro….” Alexa began, but paused as she started blushing badly. Trying to get it to go away, she fanned her face. “Dr. Rogers explained everything. He was very… huh… helpful. He gave me some…. sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Peter said. “Half the patients that come through here have the hots for Rogers.”

“Dr. Quill,” Gamora scolded.

“What? It’s true.”

You simply rolled your eyes. It’s not like Peter was wrong. It was just so annoying because it was true, all the patients did swoon over Steve. Gamora ordered all of you to exit the room. You followed her and stood in front of her when she stopped.

“Okay, assignments,” Dr. Gamora said, looking at some papers. “Val, the Rogers’ need an intern up in the NICU.”

“The Rogers’?” Val repeated. “Like, the both of them? Together? And me by myself with the two married people who hate each other?”

“Go.” Val sighed and walked off. “Natasha you’re on the thoracotomy.”

“With Banner?” Natasha wondered. “Oh, can I have the hateful married couple instead?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I thought that I was your resident and not your hostess. I assign, you take. Is there a problem with that?”

“No.”

“Is there some reason why it's inconvenient for you to spend the day in the OR, learning from Dr. Banner?”

“No. I'm very happy to be working with Dr. Banner. Thank you very much.” Natasha rushed off.

“Clint and Scott, the pit.” They nodded and left. “Peter, Alexa Rickie is your patient.”

“Yes,” he said quietly before leaving.

“Y/N, you will be doing scut.”

“Excuse me?”

“I can tell you’re still distracted from the Rogers’ drama, and you need to find some focus.”

“I’m plenty focused.”

“Prove that to me today.”

~~~

Val stood by Peggy in the NICU as Steve went over a baby’s chart.

“Where’s the mother?” Steve asked.

“Gone,” Peggy answered. “She stuck around long enough to get the kid strung out and then took off. Sound familiar?”

“Peggy!”

“Steve, I know it’s a long shot. I know that.”

“You told me you had a newborn with an invasive mash. You fail to mention that she's premature, underweight and addicted to narcotics. There's no way that this baby is going to survive spinal surgery.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Even if she does, she's a mess. She'll just get meningitis seizures. She's going to live a short painful life.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s my job to know that.”

“You’re not God, Steve.”

“Excuse me?”

“I'm sorry honey but you're not. You don't get to decide—“

“Wait, did you just call me honey? Don’t call me honey!”

Val tried to focus on the baby as the conversation grew more uncomfortable.

“Fine,” Peggy conceded. “You’re not God, Dr. Rogers. Look if a patient has any chance at survival, which I think she does, then you have a responsibility—“

“Don’t talk to me about responsibility,” Steve retorted.

“You took an oath Steve!”

“Oh, don’t you dare talk to me about oaths!”

“Steve, I messed up. People mess up.”

“You slept with my best friend in my favorite sheets.”

“The flannel sheets? You hate the flannel sheets.”

“No, I love the sheets.”

“You like the Italian sheets with the paisleys—“

“Would you just stop talking about the sheets?”

“Fine!”

“Look I’m sorry. I’m just gonna go,” Val interrupted. “I’ll go check on the labs.” She couldn’t leave the room fast enough.

“Peggy, don’t do this,” Steve said.

“Steve… look she’s a fighter,” Peggy watched the baby girl. “Look how far she’s come already.”

“Don’t get attached. Don’t get involved. Just… don’t make her life more painful than it already is.”

“Steve, please. She has nobody. She needs someone to fight for her.”

“She’s too far gone. You have to let her go. Let her go in peace.” Steve started to head out.

“Fine Steve, walk away. It’s what you do best.”

~~~

“How are you holding up today?” Tony asked, cup of coffee in hand as he walked beside you.

“Fine,” you responded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard Gamora has you on scut today.”

You scoffed. “It’s ridiculous. She’s questioning if I’m focused.”

“She’s just making sure you’re alright. It’s her way of showing she cares.”

“Stupid way. Can you just put me on one of your cases for the day? I desperately need it.”

“Fine. Come on, I have a surgery in 30 minutes. You can scrub in.”

~~~

Natasha rushed into Dr. Banner’s surgery that had already began. She wasn’t feeling well and had spent a majority of the day in the bathroom. A nurse quickly handed her a gown.

“Here, Dr. Romanoff,” the nurse said.

“You’re late,” Bruce commented, focused on the surgery.

“I apologize,” Natasha responded, merging into the group of others that were watching.

“Just starting to dissect around Mr. Jackson’s tumor… I’ve almost got visualization.”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, as her head pounded. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn’t willing to sit out on this surgery. She was already mad at herself for being late.

~~~

Val walked into the NICU with the baby’s chart. Peggy was watching over the baby who was gripping onto her finger.

“She’s got a good grip,” Val commented.

“Yeah,” Peggy agreed.

“I don’t think…” Val sighed, handing the chart over to Peggy. “It doesn’t look good.”

“She's a got a resistant strain of pneumococcus. The antibiotics aren't working. You may want to get yourself reassigned Val. I don't think we'll be operating today.”

“So do you think Dr. Rogers was right?”

“She’s just too far gone… she does have a good grip… I hate admitting that he’s right. Especially right now.”

~~~

Natasha was getting more exhausted with each passing second, and sweaty.

“The tumor has infiltrated the pericardium,” Bruce stated. Looking up, he sees Natasha looking like she’s day dreaming. “Romanoff! Romanoff!”

“What… sorry?” Natasha answered, the world around her muffled.

“Is my surgery interrupting your daydreaming?”

“No. Sorry.”

“There is an arrhythmia when I press down on the tumor. That is a sign of what, Romanoff?”

“Umm…. Ah. It’s a sign of, it’s a… it’s a sign that the uh, tumor has infiltrated the pericardium.”

“Possibilities?”

“In all… I’m sorry. I…”

“Do your homework, Romanoff. It could be causing a tear in the aortic muscle of the heart.”

“So he’s got a broken heart,” another doctor commented.

Panting, Natasha swayed before collapsing on the floor. A few of the doctors let out exclamations of surprise. From the gallery, Gamora, Scott, and Val saw everything. They quickly headed down to the OR.

“Dr. Romanoff, are you okay?” A doctor asked, kneeling beside her.

“Natasha,” Bruce called. “Natasha. Somebody help her!” He stopped surgery, but hadn’t moved from his spot. “Natasha! Don’t just stand there, dammit. Somebody help her. Get a gurney in here!”

Gamora, Val, and Scott rushed in with a gunnery and supplies.

“Natasha,” Bruce called again.

“Natasha,” Val repeated, getting down beside her friend.

“We’ve got it Dr. Banner,” Gamora said. “We’ve got it.” She put a breathing mask on Natasha’s face.

“Okay, talk to me. Tell me what we do we know,” Bruce ordered. “What do we know? Talk to me Valkyrie.”

“I don’t know,” Val responded.

“Come on people let’s move.”

“Natasha!” Gamora called. “What hurts?” Nat didn’t respond, but was conscious. “Let’s get her out of here. There’s a patient on the table. Lift.” They lifted Natasha onto the gurney and started moving her from the OR. “Good, good.”

“Dr. Gamora, when you get her stabilized, I need a report please.”

“Right, Dr. Banner!” They quickly move Natasha out and down the hall. “Uh! Her pulse is racing. I need her on a monitor to get a BP. Also I want her started on a liter of LR wide open. Val run ahead to emergency and let them know we're on our way.”

Val noticed that Natasha was trying to talk. She removed her friends mask. “What?” Val questioned.

“Seven weeks,” Natasha said, breathless. “I’m pregnant, Val. I’m pregnant.”

Val, Scott, and Gamora stopped and looked out each other. They moved the gurney into an elevator.

“Okay, no. We’re going to pre-op instead,” Gamora instructed. “Val, find Peggy Rogers. And be discreet.”

Val nodded and hurried off. She found Peggy with Fury and Clint near one of the nurses stations.

“Excuse me, Dr. Rogers. We need you fast,” Val said. “Um.. it’s Natasha, one of our interns. She’s…. she’s collapsed.”

“Natasha’s collapsed?” Clint repeated.

“Why do you need me?” Peggy asked.

Val sighed, not saying anything. Comprehension dawned on both Peggy and Fury, realizing that she must be pregnant. Clint looked at them, getting it too.”

“Natasha’s pregnant?!” Clint exclaimed.

“Shut up Clint,” Val scolded, before turning to Peggy. “Please come.”

“Of course,” Peggy agreed, following Val.

~~~

“Thank you for that, Tony,” you said, scrubbing out of surgery beside the attending. “I really needed it.”

“Of course,” he responded.

“Y/N,” Clint said, bursting into the scrub room.

“Clint?” You questioned. You studied him, realizing that there was something wrong. “What is it?”

“It’s Natasha.”

~~~

In pre-op, Peggy was performing an ultrasound on Natasha. Dr. Gamora was standing behind Nat’s bed, stroking her hair.

“Have you notified the father?” Peggy asked.

Natasha didn’t answer, simply breathing funny.

“Natasha? Natasha?” Gamora called. “Natasha? Is there anyone we can call?” Natasha just continued to gasp slightly. “Oh we’re losing her.”

“Do you see that?” Peggy asked, pointing at the screen displaying Natasha’s uterus. “It’s an extra uterine pregnancy in the tube there. She’s bleeding out. We need to get her to surgery immediately.”

They rushed Natasha to surgery and immediately got started. Gamora was still behind Natasha, watching over her, asVal observed the surgery.

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Val worried.

“How attached was she to this pregnancy?” Peggy asked.

“I don’t know. She’s a pretty private person.”

“She's lost a lot of blood but I've got it from here. Dr. Gamora you must have a surgery or two of your own today.”

“I’m fine right here,” Gamora responded, keeping her eyes on Natasha.

~~~

You were rushing through the hall, trying to find out any information on Natasha and her condition. You were so incredibly worried about her, which didn’t help your already bubbling emotions. Rounding a corner, you rammed right into a chest. Hands grabbed your arms to steady you. You looked up to see Steve, looking down at you with concern. Just looking into his eyes, made you want to break down in his arms. Which was so extremely frustrating. You pushed back out of his grasp, causing Steve to hold up his arms in defense.

“Don’t!” You said sharply.

“Sorry,” Steve said.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so tired of it, Of you being sorry.”

“Dr.—“

“Don’t do it!”

“Dr. L/N—“ He glanced around as you began causing a scene.

“Dr. L/N, seriously? Are you concerned about people finding out about us? Is that what matters to you?”

“Y/N, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! You have a wife who’s not easy to hate. Who’s annoyingly kind and painfully smart and I pretty sure that she’s current saving my best friend’s life.”

“Y/N, just—“

“Don’t! Stop talking to me like you’re my boyfriend! Stop talking to me at all.”

You rushed away, finding the OR that Natasha was being operated in. You opened the door. But before you could get fully into the room, Gamora saw you and came up to you.

“Need something?” Gamora questioned.

“I’m coming in,” you stated.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am. I’m her friend.”

“Exactly. She's lying on the operating table, naked, exposed. She's sedated but she's probably scared out of her mind. Now right now she's not a doctor. She's not your friend. She's a patient and she deserves to have all the privacy I can give her. You're not going any further.”

“We went jogging this morning,” you sighed. “I made her go jogging. Did I… is there a way that it could of….”

“No.” Gamora shook her head. “It started out this way. Nothing caused it to happen.”

“Just, please, let me stay by her side.”

“You can try. But I’d have to take you down.”

“Right now. Just in this moment. I hate you.”

“Yeah, well, I can take it. Focus on scut and wait outside.”

~~~

You found yourself working on scut in the lobby, trying to keep your mind off your friend in surgery. Steve stood far off, watching you. He couldn’t stop feeling terrible for what he had done to you, and he couldn’t stop loving you. Knowing that you wouldn’t want to be comforted by him, he found himself in the NICU, checking up on the premie baby Peggy had asked him to help on.

“Look at that, BP is stabilizing,” Peggy noted as she entered the NICU.

“She’s stronger since this morning,” Steve said, rocking slightly in the rocking chair next to the baby. “There’s no reason in the world why she should be stronger since this morning.”

“She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?”

“I’ll tell you what. If she makes it through the night, if she has a little bit more strength, I’ll operate.” They gave each other small smiles.

“You know the way I see it we could deal with us in one of three ways. Option 1. I could apologize. You could forgive me and come home and we could move on with our lives like adults. Or, option 2. I could apologize. You could forgive me, come home but, you can still bring it up to use against me whenever we argue.”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“Satan has a sense of humor.”

“What’s the third?”

“I don’t know what the third option is.” She leaned in and kissed Steve, who kissed back. Slowly, she pulled away. “I just know that I still love you.”

~~~

Waking up, Natasha glanced around the hospital room. Her eyes stopped roaming when she noticed Gamora sitting in a chair beside her.

“What happened?” Natasha asked.

“You had an extra uterine pregnancy. Your left fallopian tube burst,” Gamora explained. “Dr. Rogers… she did everything she could but there was too much damage. She couldn't save the tube.”

Natasha didn’t respond, she simply looked away and closed her eyes.

~~~

You were sitting outside the medical center on a bench. It had been an emotional day and you were finally allowing yourself to cry. Walking out of the hospital to leave, Steve noticed you. But hadn’t noticed that you were crying yet.

“Y/N?” Steve called softly.

“Oh,” you gasped, trying to wipe the tears quickly.

“Y/N.” Steve came around to the side.

“Don’t…” You swallowed. “Please, please just don’t’ say anything.”

“Okay.”

He stood there, watching you try to pull yourself together before you quickly got up. You walked over, stopping in front of him.

“I’m just exhausted,” you sighed. “Missing my parents is exhausting. What happened to Natasha and you is… hating you is the most exhausting.” Without much thinking, you grabbed his face and briefly kissed Steve. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

You headed back into the hospital, leaving Steve stunned.

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peacefuljoon · 4 years

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I hope you like it!

Y/n was a smart girl. She was an organised girl, worked fast and knew how to handle business . Her talents was what landed her a job as a secretary to the CEO of Tuan Corps. Her only problem....

Clumsiness.

Y/n was so clumsy to the point of where she would trip on air. It has caused her many mishaps with her boss, lucky for her, she’s managed to get away with most of them because of her valuable skills. But that doesn’t mean her cold ass boss doesn’t remind her of how lucky she is to not have been fired. Mark Tuan was a cold man, the dude puts Elsa to shame. He’s not afraid to voice his opinions and wouldn’t hesitate to fire anyone on the spot. Y/n remembered the time an intern got the wrong type of coffee for Mr. Tuan, the poor boy got sent home crying and got told to never come back. Now imagine that happening on a regular basis, Y/n was definitely lucky for sure.

Today however, was not a lucky day for Y/n. Being the secretary means you have to stay behind if the boss stays behind. Y/n had already planned out the rest of her day. A bottle of wine, some pasta and ice cream and a whole season of food wars to get her weekend started. But that’s all gone to shits now. Mr Tuan had a big meeting today that didn’t go as well as he hoped, leaving him in a stroppy mood and y/n to deal with it.

It was now 7:45pm and y/n was finishing up the minutes from the meeting. She probably would’ve got it done a lot quicker, had she not been distracted from all the shouting she heard from Mr Tuans office all afternoon. By this time, all her co workers have left. Only the security guards and the night cleaners were around at this time. Speaking of which, y/n noticed Steve coming her way, the guy was a big ole man, muscles like crazy. But deep inside he’s a big softie who would cry if a bug got squashed. (A/n: Could never be Jackson—- oop😂) “Good evening Miss Y/N, a food delivery arrived for the big boss, you mind if I leave it with you? Kinda don’t want to face his wrath today.” “Thanks Steve, I’ll be sure to give it to him, you make sure to take care of yourself and eat plenty! And how many times do I have to tell you, drop the Miss, we’re friends okay?” “Kind as ever Y/n. You have a good night!” And with that, Steve went about his business.

Y/n felt a bit nervous about seeing Mr Tuan. He had been so stressed out today and that’s never really a good thing. Mr Tuan + Stress= an angry man. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with his attitude on a Friday evening. She took a deep breath and mustered all her courage to knock on the door. She stood there for a good minute before hearing a faint “come in” from the other side. “I have the food you ordered and the minutes you requested sir.” Y/n entered the office, trying to balance the food in one hand, and the stack of completed notes in the other. And I’m sure you guessed that this went horribly wrong for Y/n. As soon as she got to the desk to put the food down, she tripped, who even knows on what? Mark Tuan was confused, one minute his secretary was placing takeout on his desk, the next she was on the floor, in front of him, with papers everywhere. But what got to him the most was her flipped up skirt, where he could see just a peek of her underwear. Y/n was so flustered and scared to the point of where she didn’t even realise she was putting on a show for her boss. “Oh God—holy— I’m so sorry sir it was totally an accident I didn’t mean t-“ “It’s fine. Get up and help me sort these papers out.” Y/n got on her knees and piled the papers together as quickly as she could to avoid a scolding from her boss.

Mark couldn’t help but notice the compromising position Y/n was in, it didn’t really help the growing bulge in his trousers. Mark would be a fool to not have noticed how beautiful y/n was, or notice her ample figure. In fact, every male and female in the company had noticed this, but it always went unnoticed by said girl. Speaking of which, y/n had compiled all the papers in order and placed them on the desk. “Everything is in order sir, I will be at my desk if you need me. Enjoy your meal.” And with that, she proceeded to walk out of the office. “Wait.” She turned around to see her boss staring right into her soul. Y/n felt intimidated, but not because she was scared, it’s just hard to keep eye contact with a very attractive man. Of course she knew he was hot, she wasn’t blind to not have seen how good looking he was, and that alone was making her nervous again. “You didn’t think I ordered all this food just for me? Sit and eat, I’m sure you haven’t had the chance to eat anything.”

It was awkward. Y/n didn’t really know how to act as they ate in silence, she stayed looking down whilst eating, creating a uncomfortable silence between the two. Mark however, couldn’t stop staring at Y/n as she chewed rather cutely, the movement of her lips were driving him crazy. Suddenly he wasn’t so hungry for food anymore, he was hungry for something else, or rather, someone else.

“I can’t do this anymore, y/n come here.” This was it. This was the moment her luck run, she was definitely getting fired. That’s what she thought as she walked to the other side of the desk. So you could definitely see her surprise when she found herself sitting on her bosses lap. “Sir! What are you doing — oh,” she couldn’t help the moan that came out. Mark had placed his lips on her neck and found her most sensitive spot almost instantly. “Mr Tuan, this really isn’t appropriate” “shh. You’ve been driving me insane all day, do you know how hard it’s been for me? Seeing you in this outfit? Swaying your hips without a care in the world. Do you enjoy teasing me like this babydoll? Hmm?” Mark whispered into her ear as he continued to make his mark (I’m sorry I had too😂😂) on her neck. Y/n couldn’t stop the whimpers, the feeling between her legs were becoming a bit too much for her as she tried to subtly suppress the arousal. But of course it didn’t go unnoticed by Mark, “are you getting turned on princess? Do you like it when I kiss your neck here hmm?” All y/n could do was moan, and Mark wasn’t having that. “Use your words princess, I don’t like to repeat myself.” “Yes sir, I really like it.” It drove him crazy, hearing such filthy words from such a innocent voice. His hands slid from her waist down to her butt, he couldn’t stop staring at her lips. They were just so beautiful, he longed to see how they would feel and how they would taste against his. It was almost as if y/n could read his mind as all of a sudden, she gently pressed her lips against his. She didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but she did it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss went from gentle to heated in a matter of seconds. Mark grabbed a handful of her butt as he deepened the kiss. The small gesture subconsciously caused y/n to move her hips back and forth on Marks lap. Mark couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, the feeling of the hair on his nape being tugged, y/n’s hips grinding against him, her lips on his. It was driving him crazier than ever. He needed to have her now before he bursts. “Tell me what you want baby. What do you want me to do hmm?” “Touch please” “Touch who? Touch where? I thought I asked you to use your words baby.” Mark’s soft yet intense stare was making y/n feel some type of way. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but it gave her some new found confidence. “Touch me sir. Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please—- fuck!” Mark rubbed her most private area through her underwear , he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn’t wait to taste. “Shit, you’re so wet, look at you, soaking through these panties, it’s sexy as fuck. Lay down on the desk for me baby.” Y/n obeyed immediately, eager for what Mark was gonna do to her. Sure he was excited, but he wanted this moment to last. In a slow, teasing manner, Mark took his time with pulling down her panties, making sure to kiss every inch of her thighs. He was in awe, her most prized possession, it was like a glistening jewel and he was entranced. “Such a pretty flower. I wonder if I just have a taste—“ he didn’t even bother to finish his sentence. Mark went straight for her clit. Flicking his tongue in such a wicked manner, y/n couldn’t help but place her hands in his hair, she almost felt bad for tugging roughly, but the moans she felt from his mouth gave her the thought that he was enjoying this as much as she was. “Fuck! It feels so good! Please keep doing that” it almost sounded like words of encouragement to keep Mark going. But he wanted her to be louder, he dipped her tongue into her folds as he used his thumb to rub on her clit. She tasted like honeycomb and he was becoming addicted. His movement was so fast, taking Y/n over the edge “I’m-

Fuck I’m cumming!” She only continued to scream louder as Mark continued on through her orgasm, there was no way he was letting a single drop of her precious cum go to waste. As she came down from her high, Mark lifted his head. He felt proud when he saw Y/n’s fucked out face, and he would do anything to see that every time if he could. It gave him great pleasure to see that he made her feel this way. With a gentle smile, Mark leaned up and gently caressed the side of Y/n. The look in his eyes made her heart swell. “You did so well baby, and as much as I want to take you right now, I’d rather give you pleasure on a bed. Now how about we go back to my place?” With a playful smile, Mark reaches his hand out, to which Y/n took with a giggle. “Why of course sir,” “As hot at it sounds when you call me sir, Mark is good with me. Now how about we get going princess?”

I’m sure you know how the rest of it went. ;)

A/n: I’m sorry for the delay once again. But I hope you enjoyed this! Stay safe my loves🙏🏽

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[CN] Victor’s R&S - So-called Disparity (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (“所谓差距”) will not be released in EN or any server as it’s one of the cancelled R&S which came with the Dream Heart Lake gacha event!🍒

This is a full translation, so you can follow along with the narrator if you want to!

Summary: Goldman recognises that the gap between him and Victor isn't actually that large - it simply spans the Amazon River.

Cancelled Victor R&S:

> flashback

> six out of seventeen

> paradise on earth

[ Chapter 1 ]

Goldman entered that university as the third highest scorer in his entire province. Before that, he always felt like students who jumped off buildings in high school were mentally weak, and were making a fuss out of nothing. It was only after entering university that he knew how blessed he was to be a frog in the well.

Goldman has always had a pretty good mentality. A normal person would require a semester to get used to the psychological gap of being a big fish in a small pond instead of a small fish in a large pond. However, Goldman only needed two weeks - to be more exact, thirteen days, to adjust.

In his own words, it was something like this: “There is sky above the tallest mountain, and there is land under the deepest sea. This is very normal. I’ll never do something which puts me at a loss like jumping off a building. I, Goldman, have an eighty year old mother and an eighteen year old girlfriend--” before he could finish speaking, the neighbouring scholar snatched the reins of the conversation.

“I couldn’t tell at all. Just because you say something, it doesn’t mean it’s true. Show me a photograph!” The air in the surroundings of the dormitory, which was originally full of pretension, was altered by Goldman’s words.

In a sense, Goldman had a talent for being a “coordinator”.

The first time he heard of the name “Victor”, Goldman had experienced life as a university student for a month.

“Do you know the guy from 207? The one from the economics department... I can’t remember his name right now, but he’s the one who dresses very stylishly and always has a group of ladies running behind him.”

“Ah, I’ve seen that guy before. I think his surname is Gu. What about it?”

Goldman continued cutting voting slips for the student union, but his ears had long since developed a mind of their own, eavesdropping on the two people engaging in idle conversation.

“He seems to have invested in a business run by a few third year students, and they even promised to return him thrice the principal amount in a month.”

“It’s obviously a trap.”

“Let me finish. I originally thought so too, but that guy actually bought a new car!”

“Could his family be wealthy to begin with? Come to think of it, being able to buy a car means the amount he invested as a principal sum must have been quite a lot.”

“Who knows. Anyway, he has been advertising for those third year students recently.”

“Are you stirred?”

“I am, but it was a recruitment for an intern assistant. The opportunity to earn thrice the amount is gone, tch tch tch.”

“If you think about it, If we could learn how to earn thrice the principal amount, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be an intern.”

“It’s not rare to see such businesses come to a premature end halfway. What if you end up wasting your time if you can’t prove that you did an internship there?”

“That’s true. Also, I’m not even certain what it is they do... it feels a little weird and scary.”

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener heard it. That night, Goldman knocked on the 207 dormitory, and heard the name “Victor” from the man whose surname was Gu.

Even though he just experienced the blow of seeing a Gold Olympiad medal in the room of this scholar, Goldman was not to be trifled with. If other people didn’t dare to test the waters, he won’t be the first one to stupidly try.

Which is why in the following year, Goldman adopted a wait-and-see attitude.

[ Chapter 2 ]

Goldman interacted with Victor in person in his sophomore year, after he thought to look for an internship.

At that time, the newly established company which was still in its incubation stage was not Goldman’s first choice. But as a full-time sophomore, it was difficult to guarantee the prerequisite GPA in order to receive an offer from the top 500 companies. Which is why decided to try knocking on the doors of the new company.

At first, what went through Goldman’s mind was - if this company was unable to develop, he’d just go somewhere else. After all, there was still time to find other internships.

In the end, halfway through the interview, Goldman realised that the issue wasn’t whether he wanted to join the company, but whether it was willing to give him a fighting chance. Those who fluently recited their prepared lines and rehearsed repeatedly said that they failed to be accepted into the small company called “LFG”.

In actuality, Goldman’s self-introduction was cut short not even after thirty seconds, by a sharp-eyed man with short black hair.

“I only have one question. What will you do?”, with an emphasis on the word “you”.

Goldman noticed that when the young interviewer asked this question, the other interviewer had a hand to his forehead.

“Huh?”

In just two seconds, Goldman was left dumbfounded. However, as a student leader from the student union for such a long time, he reacted quickly after a slight pause, and started talking grandiloquently about his experience of attracting financial support for businesses.

This was an experience Goldman felt proud of and thought could prove his capabilities, which was why he was full of confidence as he talked about it.

He didn’t expect that... it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the interviewer, who, at a glance, looked like he wasn’t good to get along with.

“I’m asking what you, Goldman, will do.” It wasn’t even a question this time. Separated across the table, Goldman could easily sense the other party’s brimming impatience.

“Ah, Goldman, don’t be anxious. What Victor means is that if you weren’t endorsed by the school, do you think that company would still support you? And what is the reason for that?”

Thanks to the other interviewer, Goldman’s interview could continue.

When Goldman left the company, whatever impression he had of that “saviour” was merely an outline - his short hair was dyed brown, and he looked pretty easy to get along with. Apart from that... he couldn't remember anything.

The thing he remembered was that sharp gaze, that impatient tone, and that emphasis on “you”.

Oh, so that’s Victor.

Always observant, one moment didn’t slip past Goldman: the interviewer with the genial expression looked at the CV on the desk before calling his name.

But Victor didn’t.

On hindsight, Goldman wasn’t sure how he managed to pass the interview. Perhaps it was because Victor chose based on impressions?

Just like the moment he met Victor in person - even though he was stunned by Victor’s aura, there was a sense of expectancy and admiration in his heart.

Vice versa - Did Victor also experience something back then - a shred of “good feeling” which explained why he allowed Goldman to pass the interview?

But Goldman would never have the courage to verify the answer to this question with Victor.

Even more so when the reputation of LFG grew, causing Goldman’s courage, which wasn’t very large to begin with, to shrink even further.

[ Chapter 3 ]

In the year of his graduation, Goldman had a few choices:

One - pursue postgraduate studies in his major as the top of his class. Two - accept one of the offers from the world’s top 500 firms. Three - continue staying in LFG and working together with Victor.

Goldman eliminated the first option - he was in no mood for further studies. Back then, the reason why he entered the country’s top university was to find a good job in the future. Now, since he already had the second option in front of him, doing a postgraduate wouldn’t mean anything to him.

Goldman had a long struggle between the second and third options. He even specially called his parents in his hometown to seek their opinions.

“Being a trainee is essentially meant to train me to become part of the management in the future. If I go to that company, I just have to work hard and one day, I’ll make it big.”

“Mm, and a large platform means a stable job, and a broadened view. As for the salary... it’s around this amount at the start.”

“If I stay at my current company? I’d probably continue getting scolded by my boss every day. Although the prospects aren’t bad, it might close down anytime.”

“Boss? Oh, actually, he’s a senior who’s older than me by two years. I’ve interacted with him for two years, and he’s all right, just that his temper is a little bad.”

“How do I have a bad temper? Mum, you have no idea that compared to him, your son is piteous little sheep who hasn’t even learned how to hurt someone!”

“And I wasn’t mistreated or bullied. Your son’s skin is tough like iron! It’s not like you don’t know it. Also, I'm not the only one who gets scolded by him. If he only scolds me or can’t tolerate me, why would I follow him? Your son isn’t that silly.”

“Anyway... I feel that following him has enabled me to learn quite a lot of things. I’ve also thought about it - to use my youth to give it a try, and if I really can’t do it, I’ll find another job.”

“My classmates from different fields? They’re either inheriting a business, or going overseas for advanced studies, and can’t give me any advice at all.”

“I’ve been so worried these two days. Mum, which one should I pick?”

Talking garrulously on the phone, Goldman was best described as “a baffled person on the scene.”

[Note] The first part of an idiom is used here - “当局者迷，旁观者清”, which loosely translates to “The person at the scene is baffled, but the onlooker sees clearly. It refers to how outsiders tend to have a better perspective on matters.

He was completely unaware that he had already made an important decision during his discussion with his mother.

[ Chapter 4 ]

Although Goldman had indeed made a decision after graduation that only a hot-blooded youth would, he wasn’t the type of person to get frenetically excited over something.

As a man, he even allowed himself to wallow in a gloomy mood for a few days each month. This “dejection every month” became all the more inevitable when his understanding of Victor gradually deepened.

At the very beginning, he wanted to learn things from Victor, and from LFG. Honestly speaking, Victor did teach him how to get multiple returns on a principal sum in a short period of time, and he was also exposed to the many rules of the market. But there were still many things that he just couldn’t get a hold of no matter how hard he tried.

For example, strategising. For example, structuring.

The gap between himself and Victor... how should he put it, it wasn’t that large - it simply spanned the Amazon River. Even though the gap wasn’t as frightening as the Mariana Trench, it was still a distance that he couldn’t cross through sheer hard work.

How did the proverb go? All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome. Whether it was Victor’s thinking or his vision, these were things Goldman couldn’t learn.

Sometimes, he felt discouraged when thinking about it. Despite being born into a good life and having handsome features, Victor was still so hardworking. In that case, was there even a point for a normal person like Goldman to work hard?

On one particular day, when he was harbouring such a dejected feeling, he accidentally spilt coffee outside Victor’s office. To make matters worse, Victor was sitting in the office, witnessing the scene of the coffee being overturned.

Goldman was certain that he would get chewed out by Victor: Just like the time when he made a mistake and missed an underselling opportunity, had an incorrect financial leverage, and pasted wrong labels on documents, etc...

Or maybe he’d hear a clicking of the tongue, or receive a glare. But he never expected that this time, Victor’s response only comprised of four words: To err is human.

“Boss, are you talking to me?” At that time, Victor was not yet LFG’s CEO.

“...who else? Would I be talking to myself?”

Oh, it’s that familiar tone and familiar taunting, there’s nothing wrong - that was what the junior thought.

“Boss, are you in an especially good mood today?” At that time, Goldman was not yet as overcautious as he is.

“...I guess so.” A pause followed. When the senior opened his mouth again, it was uncertain whether it was an invitation or not. “The company going public is something that is more or less done discussing. When the time comes, I’ll need a CEO assistant.”

Such a light tone caused both parties to involuntary think of what happened during the interview a few years ago.

“...if you do that again.” his gaze was cast towards the mess on the floor. Victor’s tone was as calm as always. “I’ll do an external recruitment.”

Only after three seconds did Goldman understand what Victor was saying.

In just three seconds, the Amazon River became the limpid, clear stream outside his old home.

In this mirror-like stream, Goldman suddenly saw himself clearly:

Actually, Goldman had never sought to possess Victor’s air of a monarch.

To him, it was enough to be acknowledged by such a “king”.

After three seconds, apart from “dejection every month”, this little assistant had another motivation to press on.

Other cancelled R&S: here

Lucien’s cancelled R&S (by other user): here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc victor #cncancelled #Goldman why do you use so many idioms T^T #mlqc goldman

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ZonZamy~~

DISCLAIMER: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT ZONZAMY IS, I WILL EXPLAIN. So, this is like another dimension, in a place called No Zone. Everyone’s names start with the letter ‘Z.’ So, the Sonic in No Zone is named Zonic, and Amy is Zamy. SO, it’s sonamy, but in another dimension. This is an AU.

Ages:

Zonic/all the males: 21

Zamy/ and basically all the females: 18

It was a normal day in No Zone, and there were zone cops running around Headquarters, getting to their missions. A zonecop in particular was just roaming around the place.

“Hey, Zonic!” Zails, the scientist/mechanic of Zone Cop Headquarters yelled at the zone cop. “Ms. Zamy is asking for you, Zector, and Zespio.” Zonic nodded.

“Thanks, Zails.” And with that, he zoomed off to Zamy’s office. Zector and Zespio were already inside.

“Where were you?” Zector whispered to Zonic. He just shrugged. The chair behind the desk of where they were standing at spinned around. It revealed an 18 year old pink hedgehog with a white office blouse, and a black pencil skirt with a slit on her left leg’s side. She had her hair in a bun, a few strands of curly quills messily placed in with a bobby pin. It was, Zamy Rose.

“Oh! Zonic, finally. Now that all three of you are here, I would like to address two things. Number one,” Amy stood up, and leaned against her desk. “You failed to catch Zcourge. Again.” She had a disapproving face as Zector whistled, nodding his head to the side, gesturing that it was Zonic’s fault they got away. Zamy looked towards Sonic. He sighed.

“That son of a b-” He looked at Zamy to find that she was not amused with what he was about to say. “...I mean, Zcourge, was insulting you, and I got outta control and started beating him up-

“-and started destroying anything within a one mile radius.” Zector interrupted. Amy just glared at Zonic.

“Thank you for defending my name, Zonic.” She went back to her office chair and sat. That’s when Zonic noticed that her quills were a little out of place, and her office blouse was pulled down a little. “Anyways, I have Zhadow and Zilver working on that. “Number two, Zails has found some new leads on a mission that we’re debating on. We don’t know whether to abandon the case, or continue. We don’t even know what it would result to finding out! It’s stressing me out!” Zamy was their friend, but also their boss. No wonder her blouse looked out of place.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Zamy. We’ll go to Zails to ask for the leads, and we’ll try to figure something out.” Zespio spoke up. Zamy nodded. Zector and Zespio left, while Zonic stayed in place.

“Well?” Zamy asked, not taking her eyes off the paperwork she was skimming through.

“Aren’t you going to lecture me about letting my anger get the best of me?!” Zonic snapped at her. She seemed unfazed by his actions.

“Actually, I’m in a good mood, and I want the people around me to feel happy too. But, I like scolding you when I’m happy too. It’s usually a source of my happiness.” Zonic looked annoyed, but decided not to think too much of it.

“C’mon, babe.” He sat on the desk, and leaned his face towards her. She nudged her face away, a small smirk visible. He pulled at the bow of her blouse, causing her to lean forward.

“W-What are you doing?!” Zamy asked, feeling a little spooked at his actions. He slammed his lips against hers, and continued in a compassionate, little bit of tongue kiss. He licks his lips, and pulled back.

“Mind telling me why you’re wearing a pencil skirt with a slit?” He took a breath, trying not to let his inner-feelings do something unexpected right on the spot. “And a blouse that shows cleavage?” He asked, dragging his finger along her cheek.

“I’m having a sleepover with the girls.” Zonic held a laugh in.

“A sleepover? What are you? Eleven?” Zonic burst out, falling to his back and started laughing hysterically. Zamy just kicked his foot. Once he was relaxed, he went over and hugged her from behind, taking in the rosy scent of her quills. “Baby, I’m sorry!” He kissed her neck. “Why are you so excited though?”

“I’ve been so stressed these past few weeks, that I’m starting to not care about my hygiene, and never really pay attention to how I look.” She turned her head to Zonic. He lowered his eyes, and put his nose on her cheek. “I’m not wearing make-up. Sorry.” He pulled away.

“Zames, don’t apologize about not wearing make-up. You’re beautiful either way. Second of all, why hang out with them to relieve the stress? You could always ask me~” Zamy rolled her eyes at his playful behavior. They were secretly dating, with only Zails and Zream knowing.

“By the way, the sleepover’s happening in Zouge and Zhadow’s room.” Zonic made a face. Zhadow gets to be a part of the sleepover. That’s not fair. As if Zamy knew what he was thinking, she cleared his misunderstanding. “Znuckles won’t be in the sleepover. Zhadow will be hanging out with you!” Zonic grimaced. He didn’t enjoy hanging out with Zhadow. Zamy kissed his cheek and pushed him out of her office.

- time skip because I can hehehehe~~~

Zonic was with Zhadow, Zails, and Znuckles as they tried to find out how to crash that sleepover. Zilver was there too, but was raiding through Znuckles’s fridge.

“Why don’t we just dress up like Pizza Delivery guys?” Zilver asked, as he brought some soda back to where the boys where. Zonic snapped his fingers.

“YES! I mean, it’s not full of pizzaz, but that’ll work!” They all snuck into Zyra’s (lol my oc in no zone dimension) room and looked around. She had some pizza delivery outfits. They took an old pizza box from Znuckles’s fridge, and ran to the other side of the dorms, where Zouge and the girls were. Zonic was forced to wear the delivery uniform as it would only fit him. He rang the doorbell, getting ready to switch to Znuckles in case Zouge opened the door. To his luck, Zamy opened the door.

In. A. Nightgown.

Zonic’s seen her in nightgowns before, seeing as they both share a dorm. (Zamy managed to switch with Zhadow because of their arguments.) This one just seemed. . .

Different.

Not a bad kind of different. Zonic liked what she was wearing but tried not to focus on that. She leaned against the door, obviously recognizing Zonic.

“Yes?” She asked, amused at his antics.

“Pizza delivery for some young ladies?” He bowed, as he showed the pizza box. Amy smirked.

“Code pizza, girls!” This confused him heavily. What did she mean, code pizza? She turned back to her secret lover. “Lower your men.” Now this made Zonic even more puzzled. What did she mean by lower? She pointed up towards the ceiling. Zails was in the vents, while the others were kept up against the ceiling by Zilver. Zonic mentally face-palmed at their stupidity.

“Oh...Still...pizza?” He asked her, as if hoping she would get the memo to open the door all the way for him. She knew their plan, and she wasn’t going to let them have their way.

“Mmm...No thanks, we’re fine with pizza.” She smiled at him, and started to close the door. Before the door shut all the way, he stopped the door with his foot.

“I hope you know...I don’t go until I’m paid.” He said in a flirtatious voice that got Zails and Znuckles suspicious.

“And I hope you know that I don’t want anything to do with that cheesy stuff.” Zamy’s words had a double meaning.

“OH C’MON, ZAMY, LET ME IN!” Zonic yelled in anger. This was not the plan. She was supposed to let them in so they could have fun with them. It wouldn’t be fun looking through their window, because they’d just be doing something boring, like putting make-up on, or gossiping.

“Wow. You already resorted to begging? Hm. I thought you could do better than that. Oh well,” She opened the door all the way, as Zilver dropped the the boys without mercy, and Zails climbed out of the vents. She let them in, and the boys sat down next to their respected girls. Zonic sat a little closer to Zamy, giving her a pillow to cover herself. Did I mention that even though this is another universe, Zonic is still overprotective of Zamy.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare! I’ll go first. Who’ll I choose?” Zouge asked. Everyone raised their hands except for Zonic and Zhadow. Zouge smirked and picked Zonic. Zamy and him were internally screaming at what she might do. “Zonic, I dare you to go into the closet for seven minutes with Zamy.” Zamy looked away. Zonic sighed in submission. Zamy followed. Zouge put a timer for seven minutes and stood outside the closet, with Zyra and her tripod.

“So...what should we do now?” Zonic asked, loud enough for the people outside to hear them.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that you’re going to keep your lustful self on that side of the closet, and me on my side.” Zamy said, making noise in her corner, pretending that they’re moving. Zonic grabbed Zamy and locked his lips with hers. They tried to be as quiet as they could, not raising suspicion. He pinched her butt, however, Zamy kicked him in the crotch. Knowing that Zouge may have heard that, she goes “Zonic! Are you alright? Did you hit your head against the shelf?” She said loudly, making sure that Zouge didn’t suspect anything.

“Ow...I’m fine, Zamy...” He rubbed his head. “How much time is left on the timer?” Zamy looked at her phone.

“Two minutes left.” They sat there, cuddling to their hearts’ content, until the door opened and Zamy was pushed to the other side of the closet. She glared at her boyfriend, who only nervously chuckled. He was gonna get his ass whooped later on.

HEY, SO, I know this was TRASH, but then again, I am sonamy trash, so...

THE NEXT THING I’M GOING TO POST IS GOING TO BE EITHER A FLOOFY ONE SHOT, OR CHAPTER ONE OF ROOMMATES AU.

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Hiii. It's me. Again. May i ask if you're making song fics? If you do can u make a mista x gang member s/o one with a song titled shiver by coldplay? If its too much to ask u can totally ignore this ask. Arigathanks and stay awesooome💕

shiver (mista x s/o)

hi! of course i’ll write song fics! i wasn’t sure what this song was at first, but i looked it up and gave it a listen. it’s a very chill song, nice aesthetic for it as well! once again, i hope you enjoy this! feel free to send me more asks if you’d like. nothing really bothers me!

@hoetaro-kujo

“So I look in your direction

But you pay me no attention, do you?”

Looking over at your side, he stared at you. It was almost like he was caught in a trance of some sort, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He couldn’t exactly explain why, either. Something about the way you moved, the way you talked, and the way you carried yourself. It was all very attractive to the gunslinger. He wanted you to notice him, but of course, you turned your head away once again.

His teammates were taking up most of the attention, as he had went silent a few seconds ago. They were talking about the assignment that they got a few days ago, from Giorno. The don was apart of their group, always fighting along side the two of you. It was nice, having a don who actually seemed to care about the two of you. Discussing plans, you firmly laid down your own ideas, pressing your hand into the table.

It was almost exilerating, watching your confidence as you laid down your ideas. The team seemed to agree as well, nodding to the beat of your set drum. Mista would have agreed. It was just something he had always done with you. He wanted to see where your strong lead and ideas would take the two of you. After all, you two were the closest out of everyone in the group.

However, he was always looking at you. Everytime you weren’t looking, he was staring right at your beautiful face. It was a nice fave to look at. Very sculpted, yet had a soft edge to it. Something like that shouldn’t have been so attractive, but it was. You never looked back at him, though. Your head was always in the other direction, facing away from your best friend. It seemed like you were growing a bit distant.

“I know you don't listen to me

'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?”

There was an argument between the two of you, once or twice. Mista had come back to the base so late, it made you worried sick. Of course, like any worried person, you panicked. You made sure that he was safe, but he brushed it off like it was nothing. His stupidly carefree personality could have gotten him into some serious trouble. You should have been there to watch him. Or, at least, someone should have been there.

It was in the heat of the moment, really. Your true feelings for Guido had bubbled up. You had messed up, really. You were scolding him about coming home late, about making you worry so much about his safety. Then again, internally, he knew that you were right. There were dangers out there, things that he would never be able to control on his own. Especially in the body guard position he was in. Being Giorno’s right hand man meant that he would have to stop going out so late into the night. But you two argued anyway. “Why are you so worried? It’s only... one in the morning. You shouldn’t be so worried, (Y/N). I’m an adult, right? I’ll take care of myself.”

“Mista, you can’t just say that! You could have— who knows what could have happened out there! You’re a right hand man, now. You’re important! You need to be more careful, coming home so late at night... You’re Giorno’s right hand man. I’m yours,” you said, sternly gazing into his eyes. You were adement about him getting home earlier. It was worrisome already. If the blonde knew what he was up to, he probably would have gotten scolded by him, too. After all, they’re not just some underlings anymore. They’re important.

“I know! I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to have fun again, is that so hard to understand? I just... sometimes, the whole Mafia mojo gets hard. You should know this! You’ve been here long enough to know about that,” he said. It’s what made you snap at him. He could see the muscles in your hands tense up, knuckles turning white. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

“Just because you want to have fun... what’s that fun going to mean if you’re gone?! It won’t mean shit, okay? Just... please. I care for you, so much. I’m sure even you know that by now. I care for you so much, you don’t even know,” you said, shaking your head while closing your eyes. Mista really didn’t have anything to follow up with. You were right, after all. He shouldn’t have stayed out so late, not with out his partner right there. You turned around, which stung the gunman’s heart more than most bullets that he had taken. It was more of an emotional pain than a physical one. Starting to walk down to your room, you turned your head around for a quick glance. “Goodnight, Mista.”

And you were gone.

“And on and on from the moment I wake,

To the moment I sleep,

I'll be there by your side.

Just you try and stop me.

I'll be waiting in line,

Just to see if you can.”

You and Mista were always close, always standing right next to each other and being there for each other. Today, you were in a weird mood. Maybe it was because looking up at the sky, you could see the faces of your old friends. Abbacchio, Narancia, Bucciarati, they were up there. Somewhere, you had no idea, but they must have been watching you from above. It made you a bit distant, that day.

You looked away from Mista when he looked at you. Honestly, you weren’t too fond of trying to express your emotions to him. Maybe he wouldn’t understand. Or maybe he would say that it was over now and that there was nothing to fear. You really just wanted someone to say that they would have been proud of what you were doing, something like that. But he could see it in your face, before you looked away. Something must have been bothering you.

“Hey, you okay? Ya know, I’m always here if you wanna talk,” he said, giving a concerned look. You knew that look from a thousand miles away. It was when he was worried about those who were close to him. At least he was worried about you. It would have been even more depressing if he had just not cared about your emotions. But there he was, worried about you.

“I know, I know. I guess I should talk about it, but I don’t want you to think it’s stupid,” you said, glancing down towards the floor. He gave you a surprised look, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What? Look, I would never do that. You already know me well, right? Just tell me what’s on your mind, please?” he asked, giving you a pleading look right after. You sighed, not being able to say no to his offer. So, you talked to him about your worries. How you were worried that your passed friends would be disappointed in you. You also talked about just how much you missed them. Everyone in your team was close. You all at least had some form of respect for each other and you didn’t want to see any of them die. However, you were sadly there for some of their deaths. You had seen their bodies. It was terrifying and it gave you nightmares sometimes. Mista ended up pulling you into a hug, frowning softly. “Hey, I know shit’s hard. They’re gone now, I miss them too. But I know they’re all proud of you, even if you don’t think so. Plus, I’m always here for you. If you need help with anything, I’m here. Just give me a call.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, only to hug him back tightly. Closing your eyes, your face buried into his shoulder, hiding your tears that soon came. The feelings where overwhelming for you. Mista was a source of happiness, you realized. Someone that you could rely on and trust deeply. “Thank you.”

“Did she want me to change?

Well I change for good.

And I want you to know.

But you always get your way.

I wanted to say

Don't you shiver, shiver, shiver.”

After a hard battle, you were sweating. It really was hard, dealing with the other gang. However, you finally dealt with them. It reminded you of the times where you were going against Diavolo, your old boss. It was tough back then as well, but it was way harder than this. Panting, you leaned back on the wall, watching Mista kicking someone and pointing a gun at them.

You felt your arm, it stung with the touch. You had gotten shot earlier. Of course, Guirno could fix it with Golden Experience Requiem, but he wasn’t near by, not right now. He was dealing with the boss of this gang. Mista was right there, though. But he was still dealing with the men that were trying to get back up and fight for their lives. You grit your teeth together before coughing a bit. That was what snapped Mista out of his trance-like state.

When he turned back to look at you, the first thing that he noticed was your arm. It was bloody, dripping blood from the ends. He was shocked, but decided to come closer to you. Forgetting about the man in the floor, he wanted to make sure that you were okay first. He could always protect you if need be. Coming to your side, he gently touched your arm, which you flinched at first, but ultimately gave it to him. Examining the wound, he started seeing if it was a deep one. It didn’t seem to be too deep in there, but he would have to be careful. Maybe taking you to where Girono was would be best. After you got to safety, though.

When a man aimed at him, gun pointed up to shoot, you almost shoved Mista. Of course, he was observant enough to quickly pick uo his gun and fire it, shooting at the man. Setting it back down in his holster, he sighed and started to grab something from within his pocket. A towel was what he carried on hand. It wouldn’t do much, but it would help clean off the blood that was coming out. He wrapped it aroujd the wound, leaving it stinging you. Then, he started leaning down towards you to pick you up. Initially, you protested. You didn’t need to be carried, but he said it was for the better. You didn’t need to be using energy up.

Secretly, however, it was just because he was overly worried. Something else might happen to you, he couldn’t have that. Not on his watch. He started to carry you back to the car, where Trish was. She was helping out for this mission, but she still thought you were all insane for still going along with your crazy gang ideas. She quickly did what she could to help the bleeding stop, but she didn’t want you to bleed out before they could get you help. Mista was worried, really. He stayed near your side, mostly forgetting about his original job to come and meet up with Giorno inside the building. He just needed to make sure you were safe.

“I'll always be waiting for you,

So you know how much I need you.

But you never even see me, do you?

And is this is my final chance of getting you.”

At one point, Guido was terrified that he was going to lose you. Not to death or anything like that, but because you were slowly drifting apart from each other. Each day, he grew busier and busier. He didn’t have time to hang out with you anymore. You rarely felt his presence near by. At first, the thought scared you. What if you were really left all alone? But now, you had gotten used to him not being around angmore. After all, he had duties that were much more important.

But he didn’t want to be apart of those duties anymore. Though, he promised Giorno that he would stay by his side as his right hand man. He promised him that he would help him whenever he needed. Times were getting tense and the thought of losing you as a best friend made him even more stressed. However, he managed to catch a break. He could finally see you!

When he came to see you, you were so excited and happy, you practically jumped right into his arms. He swung you around a bit and laughed as the two of you hugged. It had been about only a few days since you last saw each other, but it was starting to get lonely. When he set you down, he started to talk about where he had been and why he was gone for so long. But you quickly shushed him. “It’s alright, you don’t have to explain. I know that you’ve got important things for the gang to do. Don’t worry about it.”

Although it was the truth, it hurt him to admit that. He didn’t want that to be the truth. More than anything, he wanted to be able to be by your side again. He desperately longed for it, but slowly, he knew that your friendship was fading away. He was going to keep waiting, though. For a chance that you two could reconnect once again.

“And on and on from the moment I wake,

To the moment I sleep,

I'll be there by your side.

Just you try and stop me.

I'll be waiting in line,

Just to see if you care.”

One night, you were sitting in your room. Things were getting harder and harder on you each day. The one person you trusted with your life, the one person you wanted to see more often than not. He was being pulled away from you. It wasn’t his fault, you knew that for sure. It was just because of the busy lives you both lived. But you desperately wanted to see him. It hurt, a lot. Then, you felt the tears coming. They made your vision blurry and your cheeks red and wet. It was hard to hear anything but the choking silence that wrapped around you.

Suddenly, you heard the door swing open. It sounded like Mista, from what you heard on the other end. Giorno was also there, as you could hear his soft and polite voice speaking through the door. They must have been talking about work again. “Oh, yeah, I’m just heading in to see (Y/N). I’ll get it covered in a little bit, just count on me!”

Wait, he was coming in your room? You weren’t really ready for that. You were already getting ready to sleep, wrapped up in a blanket and sitting up with your pajamas on. It wouldn’t have been embarrassing, had it not been for you crying. Fat, hot tears rolled down your cheeks, even though you tried to will them to go away. You moved your hand to your face, half covering it as you tried to wipe away more of your tears.

Mista came in after a few moments, looking around the room before his eyes laid on you. He looked happy, at first, but then the realization hit him. We’re you crying? At further glance, you were indeed crying. He frowned softly, coming closer to your bed after closing the door behind him. He gave you a questioning look, like he was asking to sit down. You nodded and he sat down on the edge, running his hand on the white bedsheet below him. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about things, that’s all,” you said, sniffling at the end. Your tears finally stopped, but your face now felt sticky and wet. He looked back up at you before sighing, looking back down at the bed. Maybe he was waiting for you to tell him the truth? You knew you could hide it from him. He was exceptionally good at noticing what people close to him were thinking. “I mean, I was just thinking about it. You’re so busy all the time. I hardly ever see you anymore. It’s just that I want to see you more, you know? Maybe you just want to have some time to yourself or—“

“Of course I do! I mean, I want to see you as well. But you know I promised Giorno that I would help him with the gang and processing things, things like that. I wouldn’t just leave him with that by himself. He’s just a kid. But I still want to hang out with you. I miss it, ya know. Just being by your side and doin’ whatever the fuck we want,” he said, a fond smile ghosting over his lips. He looked back at you, which made you smile softly as well. “Yeah, I wish we could have that back. But I guess it doesn’t work like that. Not yet, at least.”

“Yeah, no. I get it, but still... I just want to be closer to you. I wanna be friends again. Like, close friends,” you said, telling him about your feelings. Of course, these weren’t your full feelings. If you could tell him everything, spared from fear of rejection and embarrassment, you would tell him that you loved him. You’d tell him that you wanted to be together. But it sounded silly, in your head.

“I know, it’s hard. But we gotta get through it together, yeah? I’ll try to see if I can get more time off to hang out with you,” he said, moving closer to hug you. You hugged back almost immediately, feeling his hands stroking through your hair. It was something that friends did, right? That’s what you thought, anyway. This wasn’t really the most romantic setting. Sitting in bed, venting about your feelings wasn’t really the most romantic thing, but you didn’t care too much. At least you were there with him.

“Did she want me to change?

Well I change for good.

And I want you to know,

But you always get your way.

I wanted to say

Don't you shiver.

Don't you shiver.”

Ever since Mista had comforted you that night, everything seemed to change. You were much more happy now, staying by his side during missions and just being able to hang out all together. It was a blissful feeling, really. You were just happy to be able to have some company, especially company that you enjoyed. He was always there, watching over you. But you found it to be a bit endearing, how he would smile at you when you looked at him.

Today, it was getting colder. You weren’t wearing much, while the boy was wearing a coat. It was a nice, expensive coat that he bought, using the money that he got from the gang. Well, Giorno let him have a lot of things like that. It was nice, really. You two would mostly be out and about together, today was no exception. In the middle of town, you noticed that the sky was getting chiller as the day passed by. Maybe it was a sign that snow was about to come? Who knows, but you didn’t really want to stay in that weather.

Mista, however, happened to take notice of your shivering. He looked back down at his jacket. He wasn’t particularly cold or anything. Plus, if he gave you his jacket, he would be able to gain a few “romance points,” something like that. He slipped off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You turned to him, a bit flustered, but you saw that his fave was also flushed red. His head was turned a bit away, but you could see the large grin poking out from the side. “Here, you— you seem... cold.”

“You’re not? It’s freezing out here!” you complained, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to contain the warmth. Quickly, you slipped the jacket properly onto yourself, slipping your arms in the sleeves holes. At least you would be able to stay a bit warmer, now. The gunslinger didn’t seem to be cold whatso ever. In fact, he seemed to be doing just fine. You scoffed a bit, not really believing that he was fine.

“Sing it loud and clear.

I'll always be waiting for you.

Yeah, I'll always be waiting for you.

Yeah, I’ll always be waiting for you.

Yeah, I'll always be waiting for you.

For you, I will always be waiting.”

Distant sound of music was playing, somewhere. At first, you were confused, but you left the room to find Mista dancing in the middle. He was closing his eyes, dancing around with the broom. When he heard the door open and close, he turned around and snapped his eyes open to face you. You could see his expression turn from a happy and cheerful one to embarrassed and flustered. You laughed, wondering what exactly what he was doing.

“What are you even doing out here? Cleaning or something? You’ve got that broom,” you said, pointing to what he was air-guitaring with. He looked down at the broom and chuckled nervously before setting it down to his side, dusting the floor a little bit.

“Well, yeah. I was cleaning earlier, but then this real cool song came on and I got distracted,” he said, looking up at you. Well, you could help clean up, so you grabbed things from the table and set them in their proper place. The mess reminded you of your old gang members, but you didn’t want to remember the bad things right now. Just the good things, like spending more time with the gunman.

“Cool, cool. If you want, I can help you clean,” you said, starting with your cleaning work regardless of what he said. You didn’t want to seem rude and not clean up. Cleaning wasn’t something you were the best at, but helping out with the chores could have been better than doing nothing all day. You didn’t have anything else planned.

“You sure?” he asked, eyesbrows tilted slightly. You could see the confusion on his face. Not many people would usually help out being boring tasks like cleaning up, but you probably were able to hang out with Mista. It was worth it for that.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“And it's you I see, but you don't see me.

And it's you I hear, so loud and clear.

I sing it loud and clear

And I'll always be waiting for you.”

Sitting on a gondola was always fun, especially if it was just for fun. Usually, you went on boat rides like these to just get to one place to another. You decided to take a trip here with Mista, as it was starting to get a bit cooler. It was supposed to be fun, anyway. This time, you wore a thick jacket and warmer clothes.

There was someone rowing the boat behind the two of you, but you didn’t pay much attention to that. Instead, you paid attention to the view that you had of the entire city around you. From here, Naples looked beautiful. The architecture looked intricate and detailed, figures and symbols representing all sorts of different things etched into buildings, pillars, and plenty of other things.

“It’s really pretty, huh?” he said, leaning back in the chair. It was really nice, honestly. From what you could see, the water was clear and the sun was shining out on your skin. You looked back at him, smiling softly as you nodded. He leaned closer to you, looking over at the building across from you. Your face flushed, just a little bit. He looked at your face with a soft smile before realizing that your face was red. He awkwardly shifted a bit away, looking towards the other side. “Ah, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Come here,” you said, willing away the blush on your face as you patted the spot next to you. Mista ended up sliding himself to sit next to you, looking at the scenery. “You can sit with me, you know.”

“Ah, thanks...” he said, starting to lean in closer. Your hand moved towards his arm, holding onto it gently. He just kept still, not moving away from the touch. It was a bit weird to cling onto his arm, but then again, he’s had weirder. Besides, there might be the off chance that you just wanted to not shake too much, due to the water. It was starting to get a bumpy.

“So I look in your direction,

But you pay me no attention.

And you know how much I need you,

But you never even see me.”

Today was supposed to be the day. At least, that’s what Mista had planned. He wondered what to say to you. After, he was never really good at romance. He wanted to be ask you out, really. You were sitting outside today, feeling the cool air touch your skin. Though, the sun was out, making it just a bit warmer.

He found you out there, thinking that you looked beautiful out in the sunlight. Coming up to you, he smiled softly as he sat down next to you. “Hey, you looked kinda lonely out here. Mind if I keep you company?”

“I mean, you’re already here. Why not?” you said, a small giggle coming from you. Staring back up at the sky, you gave a fond smile. Yes, you missed your friends, but you hoped that they were in a better place. Turning back to face towards Mista, you gave him a subtle stare. “So, what’d you come out here for? Just hanging out or...?”

“Actually, I kinda wanted to ask you something. I’m not really sure how to go about this, but, fuck it,” he said, nervously playing with the hem of his cropped sweater’s sleeve. “So, uh... Look, I’ll just tell you. I like you, a lot. Yeah, that’s... that’s it. I really like you. Not in the “bros” way or anything, but in the “I really want to date you” way. I don’t even know how you feel about me, but... I just wanted to tell you about it.”

You could only sit there, a bit stunned. What? What? You were so confused in this current moment. He liked you? Why did he you? Whatever, that didn’t matter right now. The only thing that really mattered was that he liked you. It was bizarre, way weirder than other things that you had experienced. He said that he liked you. You felt your heart beating wildly at that confession, your face growing a bit red with slight embarrassment. “Oh, uh... okay. I— I like you, too? Yeah, I like you, too.”

“Oh, you like me? That’s great! Yeah...” he said, awkwardly looking back down at you. You knew that he could be smooth at some points, but romance was a weird thing. Especially with the two of you being friends. You looked back up at him with a bright smile, taking his hand. He blushed, feeling your hand on his. “Doing this now? Okay... yeah, this is... nice.”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you said, grinning softly. It finally felt like things were over. Finally, something came out of the trauma that you had sustained during that horrid week.

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that’s how you get the girl (more or less)

pairing: han solo/leia organa

fandom: star wars (original trilogy)

rating: teen and up

word count: 4881

warning: swearing

summary: Han's kind, and he's an idiot. What a combination. (newspaper reporters!au inspired by nickie’s gorgeous aesthetic. happy very belated birthday @ladyeowyn ♥ really hope you enjoy this love!!)

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Han Solo might possibly be the stupidest person on the face of the earth.

There are many things in this world Leia can’t be certain of, but this one, she just knows.

And she definitely didn’t expect to meet him at her job, of all places.

About five years ago, Leia got an intern spot at Cloud City Times, along with her lovable, strangely connected twin brother, Luke.

She didn’t even know he applied til they got their acceptance emails.

Regardless, they did everything together, so Leia didn’t complain.

Their mother always had a fond look in her eyes when checking on them after their bedtime, in their younger years, scolding them with no real irritation when she found them reading Lord of The Rings, flashlight in hand, hidden in a fort of blankets.

She could never really get angry with them, no matter how much trouble they managed to get into.

So, of course, she was over the moon when the twins told her the news.

On their first, they were reminded by her to work together, and not get into their ‘usual squabbles’, a comment that made Leia scrunch up her nose.

She still kissed them goodbye, though.

And Leia worked hard to impress their boss, she really did, and she can’t really speak on Luke’s behalf, but she’s sure he did too.

She knows him too well to think anything else, her brother doesn’t do anything half-assed. They are Skywalkers, after all, as their father always said.

The internship eventually earned them both an actual, stable job, and six months ago, the boss appointed Leia as managing editor.

And she held a lot of pride in that, you know?

This essentially means she was put in charge of hiring and promoting, or in worse cases, firing staff.

Luke teased her for being his boss, he was proud of her, but also loved pushing her buttons every once in a while.

And if Leia didn’t know better, it might look like her brother is doing just that to her now.

Yesterday, Luke asked her to take this guy in for an interview, someone he apparently met in his weird board game club or whatever.

He insisted that this new friend of his needed a job, insisted he had some good ideas, too, and Leia decided to put her faith in him.

Oh boy, was she wrong to do so.

Because in front of her, he’s sitting, Han Solo, the man her brother said was practically born to have this job.

If Leia has to be completely honest with herself, cause her mother always valued honesty, her first thought when she saw him made her rather flustered.

But can you blame her, really?

He was polite and shook her hand, his own wearing rings on every finger, and showcasing a smile that could almost cross the line to being a smirk,

This guy proceeded to shower her with compliments, rambling about how he’s a huge fan of hers, highlighting the pro-abortion piece she published a couple of months prior, and even saying her office was comfortable, not crammy and dull like those in the movies.

Him being insanely attractive doesn’t help Leia’s professional and social ability, either.

She never thought herself as one to swoon over someone she just met, yet here she is.

Leia had always liked her partners tall, her ex-girlfriend Amilyn was more than a head taller than herself, and so is this Han, and he still has some sort of sparkle in his eyes she doesn’t really know what to do with.

All polite greetings and various compliments aside, Leia has to retain some level of authority, so she starts the interview, the usual questions of past experience, ambitions, strengths and weaknesses, you know the drill.

And, well, the conversation turns out interesting, to say the least.

“So, Han, you got any past experience in the field?”

He blinks at her, pulls a lock of hair behind his ear before he replies, “Ah, well, not exactly.”

Leia waits expectantly but the man in front of her seems done with his sentence.

Man of few words, huh. This is going to be a long interview, then.

“Would you care to elaborate?” she asks, already impatient. His good looks are one thing, but not a basis for employment.

He smiles again. Dammit, Leia, pull yourself together.

“You talk just like in your writing, I’m impressed,” he tells her, reaching out to presumably take a closer look at the framed picture of her parents on her desk, “I, uh, how much did Luke tell you about me?”

Before Leia can answer, a shattering sounds, and Han’s face in a state of shock.

He fumbles his fingers where he dropped the photo.

“Jesus, that, uh- wauw. It’s real glass?”

She just has to do a double a take. Leia’s not surprised as much as confused, switching her gaze to the photograph and shards of glass now inhabiting the industrial Ikea rug.

Han looks embarrassed.

He still tries a smile, this one most likely one he uses to charm himself out of possible incidents, she bets, or accidents, as in this case.

Leia just huffs. She can’t help but give him a smile back and a simple shrug.

He’s an idiot.

With this realisation, Leia relaxes in her seat once again, while Han runs a hand through his hair anxiously, “Oh f- I mean, damn. I’m so sorry. I’ll get you a new frame, I really thought I had this, of course my dumb luck-”

“Don’t.”

She puts her hand up to further get her point across.

“It’s a frame, Han. The photo’s still intact. Don’t worry about it.”

Still, he picks up the photograph and hands it to her, appearing to hold further apologies back, and she nods a thanks.

“Look, uh, to answer your question - I got experience a couple years back. Thing is, well, I exposed… some stuff. My rep ain’t the best cause of that.”

His hand gestures are large, vivid, quick, and Leia wishes he would catch his breath.

“He deserved it, though! And Luke’s trying to help me out, honestly, he’s the nicest, ever. Please believe me.” he finally finishes, adjusts his wristwatch and just… looks at her.

It’s silent for a while, because Leia doesn’t really know what to answer, and she wishes she could go against her gut feeling.

This kind of charm sucks her in and she scolds herself mentally. Will never admit to it. At least she’ll have someone pretty to look at.

“Luke believes in you.” she tells him simply, “And I trust my brother. If you got a portfolio, I’ll look it over. Just, please, stop looking like you’re terrified of me.”

And Han releases a breath, nods decidedly, “Hell yeah I got one. Okay, you won’t regret this. Seriously.”

Leia gives him a smile, exceptionally warm for someone she’s only known for about thirty minutes. Don’t even think of judging her right now.

“I’ll hold you on that.”

…

Two weeks pass by since Leia hired Han, and she has to admit, she’s positively surprised.

Han’s an exceptional writer, she thinks, after having three published pieces so far, and she feels a sense of pride, almost.

Thing is, well, he needs a metaphorical kick or two when it comes to work.

Not actually working, it’s not like he’s lazy, but let’s say Leia wonders if his definition of a deadline is something different than hers.

Every piece so far, the first draft comes into her hands at least two days after she told him to. And his charm aside, it’s getting on her nerves.

She doesn’t want to act over powerful, but warnings are given where warnings are due, and he always apologises profusely, trying to lighten the mood with one of his bad jokes.

Oh, the cluelessness of him.

The way Han has that smile permanently plastered on her face, it’s a weird combination of someone having the looks of a cocky bastard that makes every swoon, and the personality of a clumsy high school dropout who somehow always ends up saving the day.

And he definitely doesn’t have a problem making friends.

Han’s way too nice.

Everyone’s nice here, don’t get her wrong, but Leia finds it strange, almost.

It’s come to a point where he tells her of his adventure to another department when their own printer broke down, and he casually mentions someone named Boba, Leia ultimately hiding her confused unknowing of who he’s talking about.

How does he even have the time to meet so many people?

But Leia can’t lie about the fact that she enjoys this weird dynamic they’ve started.

He teases her, in a professional manner that is, always guessing, and always somehow hitting it spot on, what her newest piece is about.

He also knocks on her office door more than anyone else, untimely or not. When she tells him she’s in the middle of something he takes the cue, thankfully, but she suspects he’s waited outside for whatever call she had to end.

Three weeks pass by and it’s like Han’s living in her mind.

She’d suspect of him being a mind reader, if she believed that sort of stuff, and if Han wasn’t so impulsive and strangely dim in certain areas.

Basically, she’s seeing, and hearing, a lot more of him than she expected to.

And whether this is a curse or a blessing, well, Leia is troubled.

Because more than anything, Han is turning out so incredibly annoying.

She hates that thought, because what she finds annoying is not, per say, annoying, not in a traditional sense.

He’s late to everything, yes, but he’s extremely genuine.

Discussions with him is always something Leia looks forward to, and his feedback to her is honestly excellent. It’s almost like he changes personality when he’s deeply concentrated in work, always has to the right constructive criticism, always the missing word you’re looking for.

He works most nights late, he casually told her of that fact, and if she shows even a hint of annoyance towards him, he leaves whatever the case is be and greets her the next morning with coffee.

How’s he learned how she takes her coffee so quickly, anyway?

What shifted their dynamic even more was that Leia and Han both started working late at the office.

First happened on a Friday, where she went to the coffee machine and spotted him still staring at his screen.

This evening encounter ended up as a routine, and eventually, Han more or less moved into her office, until they were both done with whatever task at hand.

And, after five weeks, Leia has now found the most annoying thing about Han Solo.

She likes him.

Leia supposes this is a natural progression, after the weird first job interview, finding he possesses charm in spades, and where she definitely couldn’t deny that he is, in fact, attractive.

Actually, he fits her type completely. And that can’t be happening.

Leia keeps trying to look for signs that he’s actually a douche, but, tragically, not the case.

Han cares about this job, minor flaws aside, and if his interactions with Luke is any indication, he cares about people, too.

He’s kind, and he’s an idiot. What a combination.

Tuesday morning, Han knocks on her door as usual, which is why Leia just yells for him to come in, zero surprise in her tone.

“General,” he greets her, a nickname he came up with on his first day and never explained, and it makes Leia roll her eyes, “You eat breakfast yet?”

Well, that was new.

Leia looks up, Han holding a brown paper bag in his arms, along with the carefully balanced coffee cups, as per usual.

She leans back, trying to hold a smile back but probably failing, “No, now that you ask. Tell me, what would’ve you done if I had?”

Han laugh and sits down, clearly already at home, and starts presenting her with the meal, “We could’ve eaten it for lunch, of course. Multipurpose, right?”

Leia scoffs back at him, but grabs the coffee with a nod as a thank you.

“I do have to take a phone call, though. You wanted to discuss your piece for next week?”

He smirks at her again, “You must be a mind reader, General. But yes, it can wait though. You’re a busy woman, I’ll just take my half of our splendid meal and leave you be.”

Han works a fake cry of despair into his words, and walks out the door, the sulky look way too dramatic for anyone to believe it, but there’s no point in telling him that.

“That’s appreciated.” she tells him, shaking her head fondly at his act, “Remember the deadline this time, now would you?!”

“Of course. It’s me.”

His look of disbelief is given no more than a raise of Leia’s eyebrows.

This man will be the death of her.

…

Out of the many discoveries Leia’s made about Han, her latest is that he’s, in fact, a clingy person.

Very clingy.

This is not something bad in her mind, maybe because he’s so likable.

She’s had to remind him and Luke of their duties a few times, when they were too occupied looking at photos of Han’s dog - Chewie, another thing she has no idea what means - on his flip phone.

Han’s simultaneously the first and last person she expected to still have a flip phone.

And, turns out, Lando and Han dated back in high school. Not that that’s something to think about too much. Leia doesn’t overthink.

Regardless, Han tends to hang around other people for as long as humanly possible.

To begin with, she didn’t have the heart to say something, maybe, possibly, because of her crush, but not really.

Stupid crushes. Leia shouldn’t have crushes.

Now that they’re comfortable with each other, Han clings even more, believe it or not, only difference is Leia is not afraid to tell him to back off when she’s going to a meeting.

And she did figure she’ll have to, well, keep her distance and let whatever she’s feeling go away.

Dating a coworker would be extremely unprofessional, at least in Leia’s mind.

She doesn’t know really if there’s any rules about it. Might be some restrictions, she figures.

And dating Han would require some more patience than what she’s capable of, she thinks, and also that the feeling was mutual.

Han Solo is incredibly hard to read.

During their late night work sessions, they’ve had some, what can you say, heartfelt moments. Honest, raw perhaps?

It surprised her when they happened.

Here, Han’s smirk disappeared, and a relaxed smile took its place. His smirk seemed, sometimes, as something forced, but this, Leia somehow knew was genuine.

He seems more thoughtful about his words, it seems, when they’re one on one.

It’s weird. Not that it means anything.

To begin with he told mostly of Chewie and his car, and he then keeps on telling her on a semi-daily basis how she definitely has to see it, maybe go for a drive because he assures her it has the best motor and perfect glossed paintwork and other car stuff she pretends she cares about.

One conversation went to his high school girlfriend, Qi’ra, and eventually of his more or less absent parents.

Han’s been fending for himself since the age of sixteen, and honestly, that doesn’t surprise Leia at all.

He’s clumsy, an idiot, yes, but he seems like someone who can feel at home anywhere, or with anyone.

She might be imagining that maybe, possibly, he could feel at home with her, but when the thought crosses her it’s stupid. Just because they’re more comfortable than someone should be with their boss doesn’t mean anything.

And well, about these unexplainable feelings of hers towards this dummy, Leia suspects he might be interested in someone else.

Someone else being her twin brother. Now listen, Leia’s not jealous, okay? She hates thinking that way.

Because Han takes a liking to everyone, but especially to Luke.

They’re seeming, at least, to get into a lot more trouble lately - not anything major, just with her, because a common interest is teasing her, apparently.

And Han hangs around Luke’s desk a whole lot, no matter how many times Leia points it out with a raised eyebrow.

He does go when she’s told them a third time, sending a salute her way.

Come to think of it, they’re practically attached by the hip by now.

Luke’s board game club meets twice a week, so Leia can only wonder how much time the two spend together, outside of work.

And her brother always mentions some anecdote or movie or weird fact Han’s told him, excited as always, and as much as Leia gets a pit in her stomach, it’s adorable.

“Have you seen Han’s car?” and when she shakes her head, he looks bewildered, “Leia! You need to see it! He’s like, customized almost everything. It’s some old classic car, can’t remember the company, wait, let me look it up...”

Her brother’s tales of him frame him as close to the standard of a greek god, or something, and it’s hilarious, to be honest.

Like, Leia can tell his idolisation of Han’s clouding his judgement. He’s definitely not as wise as he’s making her brother think, at least.

Similarly, Han talks of how Luke constantly beats him in everything, despite his fine tuned skills he otherwise loves to brag about.

“I let the kid win in chess, though, like, that’s my homefield, you know?” he tells her with a wink, and Leia just laughs, because she’s pretty sure Han isn’t protecting her brother’s dignity with this one.

And Leia has to, finally, admit to herself that she needs to do something.

She has to get over this crush of hers, because she doesn’t have a chance. And she values her brother’s happiness higher than her own.

Leia figures Luke has more patience for Han’s shenanigans than herself, and maybe just a more similar personality, really.

She’s a lot more organized, she thinks, maybe she’s a bit uptight, okay, but that isn’t bad, is it? Why’s Han Solo making her doubt herself so much?

The irony, twins falling for the same guy. Ridiculous.

Anyway, Leia decides to text Han, asks him if they can talk the next morning. Before working on her own heartbreak, she’s gotta make sure he knows she’s got her brother’s back.

And yes, she’s got his phone number, she’s got all the staff members’ numbers, though. Don’t you dare get into that right now.

And Han, like the weird, dreamy guy he is, answers with the usual “‘Course, General”, followed by a winky face. Dear God.

The sooner this is out of the world, the better.

…

Before Leia knows it, the following morning comes and she’s finishing an email when the usual knock sounds.

Han doesn’t even wait for an answer this time, just appears and fumbles with the door handle, trying his hardest not to spill their coffee.

She simply gives him a look and the “You know, usually, regular human beings wait for an answer after knocking.” question.

He raises one eyebrow.

“I’m not even close to regular, General. How could you underestimate me like that!” he cries out with a laugh. “And you did say you wanted to discuss something.”

Leia sighs, yeah, she can’t cover it up with a joke, in the end. Han settles in the seat opposite her desk, giving her a suspicious look.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” She sips the coffee, way too hot, fuck. Her burnt tongue’s halting her words, but she speaks up again regardless, “Not exactly, no.”

His brows furrow. She can’t really tell if he’s confused or worried or disbelieving, he’s always doing that frown whenever something bothers him, though.

“I know I got my piece to you late last week, I- again. I’m learning that, uh, time thing, you know. Just, please don’t fire me. I really need this job and-”

“Han!” she has to outburst, because he’s rambling.

He visibly has to catch his breath, puts on a semi good smirk on again, Jesus, and straightens his back a little.

“Sorry. I’m all ears.”

As much as she’s gotten to know him, she still wonders how many of his mannerisms are put on and how many are genuine.

He certainly flails with his arms a lot whenever he tries to explain something. That can’t be faked, right?

It’s the amount of charm that, well, sometimes seems plastered on.

Not that it’s not working, because boy, it sure does, but if Leia’s being honest, she’d much rather have their solemn, relaxed late conversations.

There, she feels like he’s being more himself, whatever that may be, because she actually doesn’t know this man very well.

She wants to. Maybe. Yeah, no, she does, is that embarrassing? Sue her.

He’s not even the mysterious kind of guy she saw in those stupid shows when she was fourteen, he’s just the right amount of off, compared to her current social circle.

Leia could spend ages trying to describe him, still wouldn’t justify her feelings for him to herself, whatever.

“I didn’t want to see you because of something work-related.” she finally tells him, and the frown reappears on his face, but Leia continues, “I just want to make sure we understand each other.”

Han rustles a bit in his jeans pocket but pulls nothing out, slicks his hair back like he does way too many times than someone should, probably.

He tries an unsure smile again, “I’m not sure I know where you’re going with this, General.”

And he turns a couple of rings on his fingers, presumably because he’s still nervous about where this is going, so Leia has to cut the chase, already, dammit.

“Okay, well, you and Luke hang out a lot. Seems like you like each other.”

Now Han’s mannerisms seems to slow down, he gives her, once more, a slightly lifted eyebrow, replying, “I mean, yeah? Luke’s great. You wanna talk about Luke?”

Leia nods. “I know this is weird, but honestly, since I don’t, really, know you outside of here I might as well get it done here.”

She leans back in her seat, searching for any clues that he wants to say something, but he keeps quiet.

“I love my brother, and I can tell you’re making him happy, but just because I like your work, and well, I like you as a person as well, doesn’t mean that I’ll give you any mercy if you even think about hurting him.” Leia nods to herself, thinking she got that out alright - right? Han, however, seems even more confused than before.

He tilts his head a bit and looks at her for a while.

She doesn’t really know what to do, then, leaning forward again and resting her arms on the table. “You understand where I’m going with this?”

“I think so, General.”

“Good.”

“Tell me, you think I’m flirting with your brother?”

Leia blinks at him, “I- I do. That’s what you’re doing. I hope this isn’t too personal, you really are a friend to me, but as I said-”

“No, no, no. Leia.” he says, and she has to admit she’s taken back by that, because when’s the last time he’s not called her by a nickname? First time they met, probably.

“Fuck.” Han suddenly exclaims, and his face quickly changes, “F- I mean, excuse my language. Anyway. Damn, I’m really bad at this, aren’t I?”

And honestly, Leia now has zero idea what he’s saying. It’s like they’re speaking two different languages, because she’s never been this dumbfounded, she thinks.

“Bad at what?”

Han shakes his head, scratches his neck, almost in despair, “Seriously, I didn’t think this would happen. Shit, this is my fault. I’m so sorry for the confusion, but Luke’s just my friend.”

She fights not to narrow her eyes at him, half suspecting his statement to be a lie, out of embarrassment.

“Han, I know you tell me I’m intimidating sometimes, but I’m serious.”

“But I’m serious, General.”

Leia’s almost getting frustrated, and throws up her in despair, because what? What’s he trying to say, or run from, maybe? This man’s impossible.

“Leia- I’m sorry. You know what, I’ll go, okay? Sorry. I just- Luke’s advice didn’t work, but please don’t blame him-”

“Advice?” she’s afraid she snaps at him at that, but he seems unfazed, half out of his chair and stopping his movement.

What on earth is he talking about, now?

“I, well. I asked him about you, and tried to spend more time with you, because he said you’re not that big on, you know, elaborate wooing, or whatever. And coffee!” Now, excuse Leia’s language, but what the fuck.

“What?”

Han sits down again, ruffling his hair, looking at her with what seems like a million thoughts running through his head, and honestly, that’s exactly how Leia’s head is right now.

“You like coffee, right? Or did I mistake that, Jesus. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so forward with coming into your office, I-”

“Han, are you telling me you asked my brother for advice on how to… woo me?”

And the man in front of her nods, a few too many times, looks down and up at her and around the room and out of the window, and fuck, Han’s a mess.

Leia leans back. This cannot be happening.

Well, she’s not complaining. No, not at all.

She didn’t expect this for the life of her, though, and that’s why she’s at a loss for words at the moment.

By some unknown force in her life pulling this idiot into her life, making him so goddamn likable, making her have a crush after being comfortably single for a while, he’s been spending time with her brother because he wants to know her?

She almost wants to laugh, it’s ridiculous, laughable, if she wasn’t so lost for him. And there’s nothing wrong with that, she’ll have to get her brain to stop fighting her.

“Are you angry at me? Please don’t be! I, okay, Luke’s so great and like, dammit, I feel bad- If you’re offended I understand, believe me.” he says, finally settles his eyes on her again. “I know it’s unprofessional to flirt with your boss, anyway, so-”

“Did you ask Luke to hype you up?”

Han looks embarrassed. “Well, uh, maybe. A little bit?”

Leia nods, and now, she has to smile. Genuinely, getting continuously warmer, “You know I’m not that into cars, right?” and damn, she’s never seen him look so beat.

She almost, immediately, regrets those words, but continues regardless, because surely this situation can only benefit them, now. Screw whatever dating policies that may or may not be existing, she’ll look them up after this whole mess is cleared.

“I’m into you, though. Like, you didn’t have to enlist my brother to help you, but I appreciate the effort.” she tells him with a laugh.

And Han morphs into a look of shock. It’s almost like he’s going through every state of emotion at the same time.

“Are you serious?”

“Why else would I say it, Han?”

“Well- good point General.” he fumbles with this rings again, looks at her in that pondering way again, like he’s expecting this to be some sort of practical joke.

She finds his utter confusion adorable, almost, and scoffs at herself.

It’s stupid, this way he thought of wooing her, in his own words, but she gets it, somehow. This is unprofessional.

She’s stupid, because she shouldn’t be swooned by him so quickly, but also she’s not stupid, because this dumbass likes her and she likes him, and this one time, Leia decides not to argue with her own head.

Why would she do that, anyway, when Han’s admitted he tried to flirt with her, and they shared most of their life stories with each other, and seriously, they could, well, get on with other activities?

Not here, though. Obviously not.

Leia’s still a professional, mind that. She doesn’t have to be that after work, though, right?

She wants to shake her head at Luke for agreeing to Han’s schemes, but that can wait. That can for sure wait.

Screw her idea of professionality, then.

“I don’t know anything about the company’s policies on… this. You mind if I come back to you on that?” she asks him, still smiling, and the way he’s smiling back to her, now, he’s turning on all his charm, but also, probably, realizing that he doesn’t really have to.

He’s almost acting like an excited puppy, God, Leia’s not sure how complicated this will be, but she’s prepared to take that fight.

Han’s to the point of almost dancing in his seat.

Her patience is practically bulletproof by now, anyway.

“Not at all.”

“And- well, are you doing anything after work?”

Han shakes his profusely.

Leia bites her lip, nods certainly in her confidence.

“You got something we can do? Like, I guess, a date? Other than car talk?”

“Oh, you bet.”

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H.P.’s Full Character Profile

Slight Riddleverse ‘fic spoilers. Your mileage may vary.

OVERVIEW

Full Name: Fergusius Alexander Whimsifinado

Title(s): Head Pixie the First / Pixie holotype / Pixie 001

Preferred Form of Address: H.P.

Alternate Forms of Address: Esteemed Head Pixie / Mr. Whimsifinado / Fergus S. Whimsifinado / Fairy-Fergus / Fergus Prime / Boss / Sir

Aspiration: Build something great that will last in the hands of his descendants long after he’s gone

Born: Winter of the Fallen Mountain

Zodiac: Soil

Birthday: February 12th

Hometown: Novakiin - Small, wealthy town in Fairy World; features Wish Fixers and the science museum seen in “When L.O.S.E.R.S. Attack”

Came Into Adult Wings: 153,887 (Slightly earlier than average)

Age During Frozen Timestream: 744,699 (Mentally 66)

Age As of “Live For the Moment”: 892,130 (Mentally 79)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 907,959 (Mentally 80)

Race: Fae (Seelie Court)

Species: Pixie (Formerly classified as Fairy)

Ethnicity: Originally classified as a crossbred common fairy, but technically a full-blooded pixie (Faedivus quadratum). He has fairy, leprechaun, imp, nix, brownie, and will o’ the wisp ancestry.

Nationality: Formerly Ildáthachian (Obtained at birth); automatically changed to Spriggish shortly after the War of the Angels when Pixies became recognized as their own class

Patron Insect: Polistes dominula (European paper wasp)

Mindset: Gyne (Dominant)

Alpha Retinue Drone: Ennet Sanderson (Firstborn)

Previous Alpha Drones: Cosmo Waterberry (née Higgins), Buck Banister, Ren Hasten, Rupert Roebeam

Pheromones: Switched into maturity [unusually late in life] after pairing with Kalysta Ivorie in the Year of the Charged Waters.

Counterparts: Dame Head > H.P. > Anti-Fergus

Core: Laser cannon (“The Fairly Oddlympics”)

Core Color: Purple (Layer 1: Red; Layer 2: Blue)

Core Trait: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “The Makings of Greatness”]

Anti-Pixie: Tough-love backwoods type turned whiny emotional eater

Pixie Refract: Religious PTA mom

Stats:

Power: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Endurance: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Wisdom: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Adaptability: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Charisma: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Openness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Conscientiousness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Neuroticism: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Crown Lift: Very low

Breathing Lines: Triple fishtail braid

Karmic Weave: Frayed | Sparse | Plain | Average | Thick | Elaborate | Royal | At Equilibrium || Manifests as coronation robes

Fagiggly Color: Lavender

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Goose

Signature Tactic: Disarming Kick - Literally kicks weapons out of people’s hands and catches them as they fall. More effective in his youth; not so much anymore with his older body.

Wand Type: Ulkroot / Gold

Struggles to use other wand varieties as his is a handicap booster to help him channel his limited magic. Chews on it when stressed (if he isn’t in public).

Family: High status and wealthy (Whimsifinado)

Creed: Páistí refracta foirfe daoine - “Heirs don’t make mistakes.”

Caretaker Spirit: His Glory Twryth (The wild hog)

Permanent Residence: Pixies Inc., Inkblot City; Pixie World

Has the penthouse suite at the top of the Headquarters building

Occupation: Head Pixie / CEO of Pixies Incorporated / Junk hoarder

Ruled: Year of the Dipping Moon - Present day

Heir: Markell Longwood

Previous Employment: Wish Fixers intern, worked in a bookstore during high school, butler to the Blue Robe, owner of a small tourist shop, owner of a small paperwork company, owner of Wish Fixers, worked under Santa Claus at Kringle Inc.

BACKGROUND

Self-Perception: That underappreciated guy who keeps the universe in order when the Fairies and Anti-Fairies go full chaotic mode.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

MBTI: ENTJ

Deadly Sin: Pride

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Love Language: Quality time

Reinforcers: Attention; he thinks getting scolded in public is funny

Personality: Very laid-back, although hot tempered in his youth. Has a sassy tongue and little shame. Likes to get his way and be the center of attention, and will undermine anyone who attempts to dominate over him. When H.P. is around, he makes sure you can’t miss him. Very organized, with a few small OCD tendencies that flare up worse when he’s stressed. Major procrastinator.

H.P. views the world in goal-oriented terms, and constantly tries to tackle large conquests without gaining experience from side-quests first. He’d prefer to try and fail at the boss fight over and over instead of backtracking to form a new strategy, the way Anti-Cosmo prefers. A lawyer at heart, H.P. would rather fight enemies on level ground through the legal system (aided by the occasional random blessing of chance) than maneuver political obstacles that simply force you to concede beneath social pressure. There’s no glory in an unfair fight.

Special Note - Compulsions: H.P. does not have obsessive compulsive disorder in the human sense of it; his half-insect brain makes him immune to such a human thing. True, he does likes to keep things orderly, and he always rewrites all his notes on a new page of his notebook rather than cramming a note into the margins. Many other pixies show similar preferences. However, they do not experience compulsions in the same way a human with OCD might; H.P. is not plagued by reoccurring thoughts and does not have regular rituals. His experiences are closer to zoochosis (expressing repetitive behavior patterns with no obvious goal or function; generally seen in zoo animals when they don’t receive enough stimulation).

H.P.’s organizational tendencies ebb and flow depending on his mood and current levels of stimulation; his compulsions are not as stable as obsessive compulsive disorder would be. When he becomes stressed, they flare up intensely and he’ll lock himself into stereotypic behavior patterns. Without someone like Sanderson around to redirect his attention, he can easily get stuck in the same repetitive task (like scratching a gash in a wall or picking at a thread) for twelve hours straight. If confronted, he’ll defend himself by saying he’s a “master procrastinator.” He tries to avoid talking about it since he’s reluctant to accept his behavior patterns might be destructive. Because he was raised by a therapist, he’s extremely paranoid about sharing his feelings with one and refuses to think too much about his internal struggles in general.

On a normal day of only mild stress, he can walk past a bookshelf without reacting to it. If he’s uncomfortable with the thoughts on his mind, he’ll stop moving, hesitate, then turn around and reorganize it as a way of calming down. Notably, in the 130 Prompt “Minion,” he nearly left the grocery store successfully, but turned around to rearrange bouquets by color when the anticipation of meeting with his crush overwhelmed him with nerves. Technically he doesn’t organize things until he begins settling down; at first he moves them around and measures them against each other and moves them around and around and around as a way to focus on the physical world. Once he’s no longer stressed, then he can finally clean up and put things in whatever order he likes.

H.P. does not have a specific way everything must always be; some days he prefers organizing by color, others by size. Usually if he took everything off a shelf, it was already organized so he invented a new pattern for it while trying to relax and he’ll put it back in a different way. The shelves he sees on a regular basis are orderly and won’t throw off his groove unless something is out of place. If just one item is wrong, he’ll dump everything and start from scratch; shifting just one thing around doesn’t work for him. Vice President Longwood’s kleptomania leads him to shift things around in H.P.’s territory as a subtle way of expressing dominance, and the two often clash over this.

Education: Helped organize paperwork at Wish Fixers for the majority of his young life. Attended school up until he dropped out of the Fairy Academy (within the first month). He later returned to school in order to receive a degree in food sciences, which he puts to use baking cake and bread. His magical focus is essential sensories, allowing him to visualize places he’s about to ping right before he commits to pinging there.

Spellementary School: Completed his Spellementary education in the expected amount of time. Was considered an oddball child due to his genetics and being born out of wedlock. He didn’t really have friends; his neighborhood pals Marina and Sunglow were older and younger than him (respectively) so they weren’t in the same cohort during school.

Middle School: Received average grades; did not particularly excel or fall behind. Viewed as a quiet and studious child unless you said something he disagreed with, in which case he was prone to arguing loudly. A hard worker at school, but lacked motivation for homework.

High School: His vision began deteriorating, causing his procrastination habits to worsen further. Reading (an activity he’d once loved) became difficult. His grades started slipping lower in classes he couldn’t be bothered to care about; by this point, Fergus knew his father would pay his way into the Fairy Academy whether or not his grades were good. He spent years as Magalee Dustfinger’s lab partner in potion classes (she later went on to be the will o’ the wisp ambassador and Idona Ivorie’s mentor).

No longer seen as the quiet, studious kid he once was, Fergus developed a reputation for arguing and causing trouble. Easily bored by the subjects most kids loved, he slept through or skipped a lot of classes. Due to his large build and aggression, faculty often encouraged him to try out for sports teams, though he rarely had enough interest to do so and struggled to meet application deadlines anyway (That, and his unstable magic was a barrier). His father pushed him to date several damsels during this time as he searched for a wife, but no one clicked.

Halfway through high school, Fergus let slip to his roommates that he thought it would be nice to marry a Refract instead of a Fairy; he was blackmailed by his roommate’s brother for centuries because of this. Also worth noting that he worked in a bookstore throughout high school.

Further Education: Sent to the Fairy Academy by his father to earn a degree in psychology so he could eventually become a therapist and take over Wish Fixers someday. Tensions rose when Fergus seretly changed his focus to the law program; he ended up dropping out of school after his father confronted him about it, and spent the next 300,000 years avoiding Ambrosine on Earth. After the birth of his first several pixies, he finally picked his schooling up again and earned a culinary degree. No he is not happy Pixies are banned from participating in the annual bake-off between the Fairies and the Anti-Fairies.

Favorite Magic Subject: Sensory Distance Analysis

Least Favorite Magic Subject: Advanced Transformation Sciences

Favorite Non-Magic Subject: Further Studies of Da Rules

Least Favorite Non-Magic Subject: Fae Reproduction II

History: Born out of wedlock, unwanted by his mother, nearly drowned by his grandfather simply for having freckles, Fergus was raised by his adolescent father and, for the most part, seen as an outcast of society for being sickly, inbred, and square. Though heir to Wish Fixers, he didn’t find therapy his calling and quickly dropped out of the Academy. After that, he spent much of his life on Earth, eventually became infected with the Wolbachia pipientis bacteria, and gave birth to Sanderson shortly afterwards (much to his confusion).

Sanderson was nursed by a will o’ the wisp, who kept Fergus around as part of her harem for a year until he was able to win his freedom. He returned to his father’s home and began working his way towards supporting himself independently. After his third pixie was born, Fergus married a selkie named China Mayfleet, although they divorced 1,500 years later.

After the birth of his seventh, the cherubs learned of Fergus’ strange condition and brought him in for intense study and laboratory work. Cupid’s mother eventually helped him declare himself his own species, making him the holotype for the pixie race, and the first ever Head Pixie too. Most of his adult life has been spent juggling his duties as CEO of Pixies Inc. with his parental duties. He also participated in the War of the Angels (the war from the episode “Balance of Flour”), and was captured by the Anti-Fairies as a prisoner of war.

Nowadays, H.P. asexually reproduces on a regular cycle, manages Pixies Inc., and lives in constant fear that Pixie society will fall apart after his death. Having no idea if his pixies are fertilized with short-term purple magic instead of permanent yellow magic does not soothe this fear whatsoever. Secretly convinced his offspring will die with him, he’s begun to hatch a plan... but that’s a story for another day.

Notable Likes:

Chewing on wood

The color purple

Orange flavoring (But not orange sherbet)

Rave parties

Drinking soda

Massages

Silk

Oatmeal raisin cookies

Child-proof locks

Owning the latest technology

Running a tight ship

Puns and witty innuendo

All the memes

Goals:

Unlock the secrets of immortality

Live to see as many of his descendants as possible

Get the Fairies to pay attention to him

Finally beat Anti-Cosmo at cricket

Continue holding the universe together through the almighty powers of bureaucracy and endless paperwork

Beliefs:

The stars are Fairy warriors

He’ll become one with his counterparts in the afterlife

Fairies are rude and unprofessional

Coffee is a godsend

His kids are idiots but they’re doing amazing

Fears:

Being forgotten and/or misremembered. H.P. strives to leave a paper trail behind him and secure his place in the memories of those he interacts with on a regular basis.

He’s also afraid of heights and will avoid them at every opportunity. Those penthouse curtains are usually pulled shut.

Fireworks.

Upsets:

Frustrated by rebelliousness

Stressed by lack of control

Flustered by PDA and by children being exposed to things he believes they’re too young for (Swearing, reproductive knowledge, etc.)

Comforts: Thumb-sucking, chewing wood, having circles rubbed into his palms.

Indulgences: Enjoys the party atmosphere. He prefers soda to candy.

EXTERNAL

Verbal Notes: Uses very short sentences. Sometimes fragments. Really. Dialogue is very casual and includes phrases such as “Get with the times, dude.” Likes to refer to things as “cute” and “adorable,” not always sarcastically. Constantly makes demands, and is generally oblivious to others’ culture and overall just plain rude. One of his quirks is a tendency to focus on the wrong or unimportant parts of sentences. For example:

“Look what I found in my sock drawer!”

“Why do you have a sock drawer?”

H.P. has a tendency to state the obvious. His dialogue is often unnecessary but he does what he wants anyway. If he shows you a photo, he will make a point of informing you “That’s you, that’s me, and that’s your husband,” even when it’s obvious. It’s his dull and boring way of initiating playful banter. In general, he can easily separate literal and figurative language and is an expert at identifying sarcasm. He has a special knack for reading someone’s tone of voice even through a screen.

H.P. adapts to new phrases quickly. For example, before he met Emery in Origin of the Pixies, he would say “Wait a wingbeat” in conversation. After spending time around her, he picked up saying “Wait a second” instead. He also picked up “Roger that” from China and “Dude” from Sparkle. That said, he tends to jump the gun on using new slang terms before he fully understands the appropriate context for them- For example, he once referred to Anti-Cosmo as “hot” instead of “cool” and got a few weird looks.

H.P. asks questions as rarely as possible (without going out of the way to specifically avoid them). He asks through observations instead; rather than “Is it lonely?” he might say “You seem lonely” and await agreement or denial. “I heard” and “My understanding is” are other common ways to make inquiries without technically asking them like questions. When he does ask questions, they’re mostly meant as jabs (See also, “Why are we in jets when we can fly?”)

Language: Dry wit. Throws vulgar language into his speech, but tries to censor himself around kids. Fluent in Snobbish, can speak some Milesian. Milesian phrases occasionally slip out when disciplining his pixies.

Physical Notes: I’ve always struggled drawing his pointed forehead, so in my style he’s just very tall. He’s big, with wide hips (owing to the fact that male Fairies give birth in FOP canon). His freckles were pale in his youth, darkened in his adult life, and paled again in his old age. His arms are covered in magical tattoos. And, obviously, he is infected with Wolbachia pipientis. The changes that bacteria made to his body are all internal things.

Handedness: Perfectly ambidextrous.

Body Language: Regularly places one or both hands on hips. Places his right hand over the knuckles on his left and rubs them when nervous. Carries himself in a relaxed way.

Hair: The swirl in the back of his hair is referred to as “the Whimsifinado family cowlick.”

Teeth: Small but extremely sharp; must chew on solid things in order to keep them from growing into his brain.

Wings: Pixie wings mimic those of the Polistes dominula. Pixie hindwings are stunted compared to most Fairies’ wings.

Gyne Freckles: Average dusting on face and throat, light dusting on back of shoulders, heavy dusting on upper arms.

Scars: Right palm is very scarred, as is his right cheek.

Notable Tattoos: Logo and “001” on underside of left wrist; piggy bank and Soil symbol on left shoulder, blue fox and rat further down left arm, commelina wrapped around left wrist, paper wasp on right shoulder, flying fox bat and purple crowned fairy wren on back of shoulders. Tattoos are capable of “burrowing” under his skin if he wants to hide them.

Style: Crisp. Well-dressed. Dull colors. He wears a 4x2 double-breasted, single-vent suit. He owns several, with different interiors (some fully lined for extra warmth, others unlined to prevent overheating).

Regular Clothing: Usually in his suit when in public.

Casual Clothing: Often attends casual events still dressed in his full suit. Alternate outfits include a sleeveless gray and white shirt that says “Pixie Holotype” across the chest.

Preening Clothing: Normally wears a simple gray or white shirt, usually with pajama bottoms (Pixie Holotype shirt is a common choice).

Nightwear: Often sleeps shirtless. Mint green is his preferred nighttime color, as he says that color is the only thing he actually finds boring. Sometimes wears the Pixie Holotype shirt to sleep.

Ceremonial Clothing: Red robes decorated with scattered golden stars; only worn during deep preening rituals with important political figureheads.

Other: Also dresses in rave clothes on occasion, which for him usually means gray floral shirts and short sleeves. He loves kandi bracelets. At the beginning of the War of the Angels, he wore white and blue.

Height: 4′1″ (Tall for a fae)

Hygiene: Bathes or showers every evening, but not in the morning. Generally very clean, but touches his face frequently and still puts his thumb in his mouth on occasion when no one is watching. His pixies do his laundry and dishes for him, or else they probably wouldn’t get done (even with magic). Sanderson takes care of his wings by regularly scrubbing and brushing them.

Morning Schedule: Usually awake by 7:00. Sanderson arrives for morning retinue duties around 7:15- he prepares H.P.’s breakfast (including coffee), cleans his wings, and helps him dress for the day. Most days, H.P. briefly preens Sanderson so Sanderson can spread his pheromones to other drones throughout the company. H.P. is usually ready to start work for the day by 8:30 (though most of his pixies are ready by 6:00 or 7:00). He usually has reports from the previous day that need to be delivered, and will either hand them out himself or find someone else to do it depending on his mood.

Typical Day Schedule: Now that his pixies are older and can handle things on their own, H.P. isn’t as involved in the inner workings of the company as he was when he was younger. Most of his job involves touching base with his employees, spreading pheromones, and just generally being his territorial queen bee self. He tries to focus on a handful of employees after lunch each day, preferring to hear about the workings of the company directly from workers, not just supervisors. Sanderson frequently massages his shoulders after lunch, sometimes extending the session as a full back massage, and he might take a nap. He visits Talon at the Water Temple twice a week on average, just to check in. Some days, he meets with important political figures. Other days, he works on schemes to take over Fairy World. He reads a lot of memos and writes a lot of performance reviews. When he’s not procrastinating, anyway.

Evening Schedule: Touches base with Vice President Longwood every few weeks. Sanderson’s retinue duties begin at 9:00. If H.P. hasn’t met with an important figurehead for dinner, he’ll probably eat something while Sanderson brushes his wings. Some days, he and Sanderson preen together, in which case H.P. will have to write another feedback report before bed. He prefers to be in bed by 10:45, but preening with Sanderson usually pushes that time off to 11:30. Even when he does crawl into bed, he’ll probably flick through his phone for another two hours before falling asleep with it in his hand.

Sleep Schedule: H.P. is a light, restless sleeper, owing to a lifetime of raising young pixies who might cry out in the middle of the night. He usually sleeps on his side or stomach, resting his head on his arm (He has to sleep on his back if he has a nymph nursing in his pouch, much to his annoyance). For most of his life, H.P. has slept alone, but when he does share his bed with a romantic partner, he rests his hand on theirs. He’s not a cuddler, but he enjoys that slight hand touch. On nights he and Sanderson have traveled away from Pixie World (vacations, business conferences, political meetings that require visits to Anti-Fairy World, etc.) the two sometimes share a bed (though H.P. will undoubtedly critique Sanderson’s cold feet and excessive wing twitching in the morning).

H.P. is always the last one to fall asleep if he’s sharing a room with other people, so Sanderson feels quite safe when he curls up near his boss. H.P.’s territorial instincts spike when he shares a room with his drones, so he has an extremely difficult time lying down and will sit on the bed keeping watch for at least an hour after the last person in the room has gone to sleep. Sharing rooms isn’t H.P.’s favorite, but he’d rather be anxious and share a room with Sanderson than have Sanderson stay in a separate room at an unfamiliar place. Much easier if they need to wake each other up in an emergency.

PERSONAL

Relationship Status:

He’s more or less given up on romance by this point. He’s abandoned sex (which he was never crazy about anyway) and gets his social needs met by his pixies, Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, and Jorgen. He has a massive crush on the Fairy Elder, but that might just be thanks to her overpowering pheromones.

He’s head over heels for Anti-Cosmo in a “Dude, let’s go out for lunch so we can swap guy talk and show each other memes” type of way. He sees Anti-Cosmo as his closest friend, maybe a brother-in-law, and is possessive of him around everyone but Anti-Wanda, whom he defers to.

He and Sanderson are committed preening partners who respect one another, although Sanderson values physical touch in preening more than H.P. does and that makes their relationship rocky at times.

Ideal Relationship: Living with someone whom he can trust to take his side and have his back during difficult confrontations. Someone who is willing to be around him and simply “hang out” without making him feel pressured or guilty that they aren’t “doing anything exciting.”

Sexuality: Perhaps romantically attracted to Seelie Courters but with a very low drive; not entirely opposed to relationships with Anti-Fairies; asexual

Attractiveness: Growing up, Fergus wasn’t considered a very attractive fairy even though he came from a high-class family. His various health problems affected his looks and magic, and on top of that his social skills were terribly lacking (he was once told he “flirts like he’s conducting a job interview”). As an adult, his brute strength, ever-increasing dominance, and the novelty of being holotype of a brand new race began to attract attention. As he progresses through his elder years, he is considered highly attractive by Fairy standards and most people would be shocked to learn he ever wasn’t. Nowadays he’s considered the “soft pretty boy who doesn’t like to get his hands dirty.”

By Pixie standards, he is likewise considered very attractive, and always has been. Pixies gravitate towards the most dominant figure in the area and H.P. easily qualifies. By Anti-Fairy standards, his brains and influence make him attractive from afar, though his mean, sarcastic humor often rubs them the wrong way.

H.P. is so neutral and so incredibly influential in the universe that his karmic weave - an invisible “coat” of delicious luck that Anti-Fairies can sense around living beings - is considered the most attractive in the cloudlands today, and definitely one of the most attractive of all time. His weave is only visible to Anti-Fairies at certain times, but when it’s visible they tend to drool over it. The reigning High Count always has dibs on “sipping” the luck from his weave by biting a certain point on his neck, but only with permission. H.P. has allowed both Anti-Bryndin and Anti-Cosmo to sip from his weave on multiple occasions, which they consider an absolute honor. H.P. doesn’t see the appeal, but it makes them happy, so... whatever.

Intimate History: Attempted to court several damsels in his adolescence under his father’s insistence; all fell through. Mary Black was his crush for millennia (possibly just because his father didn’t like her). Considers his first sexual experience to be with Kalysta Ivorie, the will o’ the wisp who nursed Sanderson. Was also intimate with the selkie he married for a time. At one point in his adult life, he attended parties constantly and recklessly slept around. He also had an emotionally intimate relationship with the High Count before Anti-Cosmo (Anti-Bryndin) and is most likely projecting the expectations of that former relationship on Anti-Cosmo. Later in life he pursued a relationship with another damsel, but after that came crashing down, he swore off sex and romance permanently.

At present, H.P. is the only political figure known to have preened with an Anti-Fairy (He’s preened with both Anti-Bryndin and Anti-Cosmo). Because of this, and because he’s seen as a figure who embodies neutrality without playing favorites, it’s widely assumed he’s had affairs with both Jorgen and Anti-Cosmo and switches between them depending on where Pixie loyalties lie at the time (or perhaps the loyalties of his race switch according to how well his affairs are going). H.P. spent a lot of time in his younger years arguing with the media and vehemently denying it, but by this point he’s given up. He still loathes the implication, but tries not to let it get to him (It totally does). Jorgen will pound anyone he hears insinuate such a thing, but Anti-Cosmo finds the gossip entertaining and sometimes teases the media deliberately.

Turn-Ons: Physical touch, actually. Like getting scratches behind his ear (He melts over those). Having someone cup his cheek in one hand, gently kiss his lips, or trace their fingers along his upper arms. Something that wouldn’t occur on accident, or while preening with a drone. Something that feels undeniably “Yes, this is what people do when they’re wooing someone.” He’s a little oblivious to emotions and you have to be super blatant about your intentions to get through to him, so direct physical touch is the way to go. Despite his massive ego, fawning over him is actually a turn-off; he gets satisfaction out of pleasing his partners, but thinking about his own reactions paralyzes him with dismay.

Reproductive Status: Infected with Wolbachia pipientis; reproduces asexually every 500 years, menopause kicks in ~1,000 years post-Season 10

Children: The list of Gen 2 pixies can be found HERE.

Notable Grandchildren: Aspen Longwood, Cavatina Sanderson, Blackwood Longwood

Godchildren: Unknown ancient humans, IX (“Nine”), Dale Dimmadome, Flappy Bob, Gary Cabrera, Betty Lovell

Foster Parents: Raised by “Mama Gidget” and “Papa Reuben” for his first 29 years while Ambrosine fought in the War of the Sunset Divide

Father: Ambrosine Alexander Whimsifinado

Grandfather: Praxis Whimsifinado

Grandmother: Nettle Whimsifinado (née Gumswood)

Aunts: Adrina, Amalia, Ara; two married, no children, all deceased

Uncle: Alik Whimsifinado

Notable Ancestors: Windshine Whimsifinado (Once held the position of Purple Robe on the Fairy Council); Ezekiel Whimsifinado (Earliest ancestor the Whimsifinado family have written record of)

Mother: Solara Lavender Wurpixiz

Grandfather: Beckham Wurpixiz

Grandmother: Corinna Posy

Uncle: Hugh Posy

Cousin: Sparkle Posy

Sister: Emery Dakota Ranen (née Whimsifinado)

Met at age 491,535

Brother-In-Law: Logan Ranen

Nephew: Chrysanthemum “Zan” Ranen

Firstborn: Mister Ennet Sanderson Chipixie

Met at age 491,535

Ex-Girlfriends: Don’t get me started

Met in youth

Ex-Captor: Kalysta Lola Ivorie

Met (officially) at age 491,535 (encountered at age 157,344)

???: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “Fruitful Fruition”]

Ex-Wife: China Cassandra Mayfleet

Met at age 491,535

Wing Notches: Scoop (Care) / Scoop (Diligence) / Slit (Spirit) / Scoop (Unity)

Former Platonic Partner: Anti-Bryndin Kitigan Anti-Coppertalon

Met at age 494,529

Former Platonic Partner: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “How Not to Bake Brownies”]

???: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “The Fading of Light”]

Major Political Ally: High Count Anti-Cosmo Julius Anti-Cosma

Met at age 491,535

“Stepson / Nephew”: Anti-Westley Talon Anti-Lunifly

“Stepdaughter / Niece”: Larkspur Shiny Mayfleet

Celebrity Crushes: Venus Eros; Ilisa Maddington

Current Love Interest: Unrequited crush on the Fairy Elder

Other Important Relationships: Sees the anti-pixies as his nephews and sees the pixie refracts as his nieces; dislikes Anti-Sanderson.

Sanderson - H.P. values Sanderson as useful, but considers him emotionally unstable; he firmly believes Sanderson can only be a good leader if watched over by another leader figure, which limits his promotion opportunities in the workplace. Nonetheless, H.P. does care for Sanderson and values the perspective he brings to the table; Sanderson would sooner give an honest opinion than blatantly suck up, and H.P. respects that immensely.

Longwood - Vice president of Pixies Inc. and H.P.’s heir. H.P. considers him a little wishy-washy, especially with his tendency to flirt with damsels and hesitation to bond with his coworkers (not to mention his dream to keep Pixies a strictly neutral species someday), but admires Longwood’s creativity and dedication to his job. H.P. sets regular time aside to teach Longwood the ropes of being Head Pixie and holds him to a high standard; he’s quicker to lose patience with Longwood than with most.

Smith - On paper, Smith is one of the subordinate gynes at Pixies Inc., though his pheromones flicker in and out of dominance depending on how strongly H.P. presents himself that day. H.P. and Smith have had a number of bad clashes, and Smith has even overthrown him in the past. Smith and Longwood do not remotely get along, meaning H.P. has to keep Smith outside the inner workings of the company, meaning Smith is outside the normal range of his pheromones and therefore a dominant gyne more often than not. H.P. respects Smith’s strength, but is wary of his bloodlust. They keep the peace by taking turns with Sanderson’s free time and pretending that they don’t.

Anti-Cosmo - H.P. admires Anti-Cosmo for clawing his way to a leadership position at such a young age and, minus the emotional instability, considers Anti-Cosmo a hard worker and excellent role model for his pixies. He sees Anti-Cosmo as his best friend and shows his affection by roasting him with quick wit and dry sass. H.P. had a close relationship with Anti-Cosmo’s predecessor and is probably projecting the feelings of that relationship on Anti-Cosmo; H.P. doesn’t let go of friends easily and clings to Anti-Cosmo as his main source of support outside of Pixie World.

Anti-Wanda - H.P. and Anti-Wanda share a love for sass and innuendo and get along well. Anti-Cosmo tends to take H.P.’s teasing personally, and while his reactions are funny, sometimes H.P. wants to hang out with a friend who gets his sense of humor and won’t require follow-up apologies to calm down. He and Anti-Wanda enjoy the occasional party together, or at least playful banter over lunch. Anti-Cosmo frets that H.P. is flirting with his wife, but reluctantly accepts that H.P. isn’t going to go away any time soon and that he needs to trust Anti-Wanda to make her own decisions about her friends.

Jorgen - H.P. and Jorgen get along best when business and money are being discussed; they share a lot of political opinions about order and discipline. They work well together when they see themselves as a guest in the other’s home and the dominance hierarchy is clear-cut, but clash when cultural norms expect them to work out a pecking order in neutral territory. They simultaneously respect each other while having no moral issue with tormenting one another. During times Fairy World and Pixie World are officially aligned against the Anti-Fairies, Jorgen and H.P. have a very close relationship as H.P. treats Jorgen as his closest friend (even above Anti-Cosmo) and Jorgen tries to prevent him from swinging back to the “dark side.”

TRIVIA

His legal name is Fergus, not Fergusius; he had it and his middle name legally changed when he turned 200,000.

His in-story namesake is Fergusius Mór mac Eirc, also known as Fergus the Great, the legendary king of Scotland. In reality I named him after my brother’s stuffed triceratops, who is very cute and widely underappreciated in this household.

Without his cohuleen druith (magical hat), he would die after about an hour of mildly strenuous activity (i.e. walking or flying). It’s not really a concern when he’s in bed for the night or sitting quietly at his desk. This hat also grants him the ability to breathe underwater in addition to being filled with squid ink (thus it’s also a pen).

Anti-Fairies show up to break his back when his pixies step on cracks.

Not good with hugs because of the whole “bees cuddle their queen to death when she’s no longer useful” thing. Paranoia game is strong.

He’s borne more offspring than any single Fae drake in history, although it’s possible future pixies will usurp this title from him.

Absolutely plays favorites and makes no attempt to hide it.

Along with all pixies, he has much higher tolerance for caffeine and sugar than the majority of fae do.

His pride is his downfall; he hates being thought of as weak or cowardly and can’t resist a dare. His desire to show off and impress others often outweighs his common sense.

He’s extremely honest and sneers at the idea of telling lies- even white lies. He tends to speak his mind regardless of the consequences.

His blood is purple 95% of the time due to his neutral emotions. Most fae bleed blue (irritation), pink (knee-jerk reactions), or green (misery).

He chews his fingernails. And sticks. And a lot of things.

He’s allergic to honey. His Refracted counterpart runs a honeywheat mill.

Wolbachia pipientis prevents him from bearing children the traditional way. It also blocks all other STDs.

Wears watches on both wrists. One is set to the Pixies Inc. time zone and the other is set to the time zone of Fairy World’s capital city.

There’s a joke to be made about his friendship with Anti-Cosmo and smoke’s calming influence on bees, but you didn’t hear that from me.

APPEARANCES

Riddleverse Classic Timeline: Origin of the Pixies > Frayed Knots > “Liquidation” > Baby, You’re a Rich Man > “Pink and Gray” > “No Absolutes” > Identity Theft > “Yellow Flower Number 9” > “Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails” > “Bells On Bats’ Tails” > “Health Bars” > “In Confidence” > Devil’s Backbone

130 Prompts Timeline: “Hate That I Love You” > “Mature” > “Rain Dance” > “Not” > “Grooming” > “Minion” > “Solo” > “Fight or Flight?” > “Gaining the Upper Hand” > “Do the Math” > “Open Your Eyes” > “Make You Proud” > “Think Positive” > “Dignity” > “Entire World” > “Terrible Timing” > “Hate Mail” > “Unheeded” > “This Is a Box” > “Take a Break” > “The Other One” > “When Suddenly…” > “Final Stand” > “Fatal Mistake” > “Tools of the Trade” > “Live For the Moment” > “Forever” > “Reality Doesn’t Work That Way”

AU Appearances:

“Reedfilter Rules”

Little Imperfections

“King Me”

“Only An Idea” Prompt

“You Deserve It” Prompt

Dust to Dust

#RD Head Pixie #RD canon characters #RD character ref #RD profiles #RD Pixie stuff

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Title: The interview

Word count: 2336

Group: Seventeen

Pairing: reader x the8

Genre: Soft smut

Trigger warnings: none

Description: after what possibly could have been the worst day you meet Minghao, a boy you had only heard yelling at his boss during your interview. the boy seems to be in a low mood like you and invites himself over for a drink and some other things...

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“This has to be the worst day yet…” you groaned,trudging through the snow filled sidewalk no one bothered to shovel. Swearing to yourself you keep walking, almost falling every two seconds as snow crunches and caves in under the unequal weight caused by your stupid heels weight.

Finally the inevitable happens and you trip, face planting right into a pile of cold and wet snow, the melted snow seeping into your seasonally inappropriate dress. Maybe the water would help the coffee stain out of it… trying to stay positive really wasn’t your strong suit and your thought only reminded you of how terrible the day had been.

It had started even before getting up. The stupid little pomeranian next door had started it daily yipping at 5 am, one hour before you had to get up. The owner never bothered to pay attention to the poor animal which you were pretty sure didn’t even have a name. Unless its name was “shut up!”. The dog continued it’s yapping until around 6 and that was only because you had left and so the dog barks couldn’t be heard. Then it was the interview. The godforsaken interview. It had been about 2 months since your last interview which had been one of the worst yet, it was for an intern position at a huge search engine but so many people had been there that you had left reading the email you had printed out for directions feeling suffocated and played as the email had read ‘we are only looking for the best and have invited you into a small group of interns’ small group you ass.

But this interview was going to be different, this interview was a one on one for a personal assistant for one of the biggest kpop industries. Your job would simply be to grab coffee for the ceo and make sure all the idols were in their dorms by curfew. Easy peasy right? Right..? So wrong… you had been so wrong…

The ceo’s receptionist had called you into his office and offered you a cup of water. She was the stereotypical receptionist; long hair, pencil skirt, wire glasses, and boring personality. She made awful coffee too.

“No this isn’t fair! I know my contract backwards and forwards and this isn’t part of it” the voice was loud and startled both you and reception lady. She gave you a weak smile and bowed before heading out to see what the problem was. The voice sounded like a foreigners and his words were choppy as if he were trying not to convert back to his first language.

“Listen Myungho, this isn’t your choice. The solo stage was to be done and presented last week, it’s now Soonyoung’s stage” a loud bang followed after the deep voice finished talking. It sounded as if someone had been thrown against the wall and you couldn’t help but imagine the second person being thrown by the first.

“My name is Minghao, not Myungho.” Another bang followed by a couple whispers could be heard even through through the offices thick walls.

“We will settle this later Myungho so go back to the dorm the boys are probably wondering where you are.”

Protests came from the first person who talked but nothing else could be heard until the door to the office swung open and a tall man with broad shoulders entered, suit ironed and shoes polished.

“Sorry for that, my name is Mr.Choi I believe you’re here about the personal assistant position…”

His questions had been brutal forcing you to be completely honest about where and what you ate, what you did in your spare time, how well you took orders, if you could be both silent as a mouse but as attention grabbing as a giraffe. By the end of the interview you were convinced the man was crazy.

“Stupid stupid!” You scolded yourself, brushing off the snow before taking a good look back at the building.

“Is the second one for me?” The voice seemed familiar as it spoke not far behind you. It really seemed familiar…

Not even 2 feet behind you stands a cute boy about your height maybe a bit taller? His hair catches your eye it was the only thing not the colour of blue, white or black as winters usually were. It was bright red hanging right above his dark eyes that bore holes into your skin. He was cute, very cute, his face was soft although his expression was sharp; if he tried to look angry you weren’t sure he’d be able to.

“W-what?” You stuttered as he started to walk towards you and as the cool air reminded you that you were in fact soaked.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here.” The boy whispered once he was close enough to you. “Why are you wearing a skirt in this kind of weather? And heels? HEELS?” He started scolding forcing you to bow your head in shame. The boy was right though, heels in this weather would be like wearing football cleats on pavement.

“Aren’t you supposed to offer me your jacket?” You joke, head still staring at the ground. The boy laughs but not in a nice way it was as if he were intaking a lot of air into his nose rather than actually finding the joke funny.

“That isn’t in my contract either…” Suddenly it hits you. This is the voice that had been yelling in the hallway before your interview. Myungsoo? Or was it Myungoo?

“Myungsoo!” You yell as the memory pops back into your head of Mr.Choi calling him Myungsoo. “Wait no, your name is Minghao.” You correct looking up to see the man’s shocked face. His facial expressions move with his brain as he processes the situation.

“Ahh you’re the new personal assistant!” He recalls but the title shocks you. New personal assistant? Does that mean you got the job!? Finally after so long of searching you got the highest paying job of all of them!? A feeling of joy washed over you as it all registered. Minghao must of hear Mr. Choi talking before he left and Mr. Choi must have said

something about you being “the one”

“She’s perfect! The best one yet!” Mr. Choi whispers to the receptionist. “Absolutely amazing she killed the interview, cancel all my plans for the next week we need to celebrate!”

Okay maybe you were taking this a bit too far but maybe that’s what happened! Who knows!?

“I got the job~” you sing, completely forgetting the boy’s presence next to you. That was until he lets out the loudest yawn ever.

“I could go for a coffee and you are soaked, do you live nearby?” His straightforwardness takes you aback for a second as you process what he’s asking.

“Did you just invite yourself over?” you ask shocked at the boys rash remarks. The boy simply nods and takes your left hand, holding it between his two bigger ones warming it.

“Your hands are so cold we should walk fast to your house before you freeze.” to late for that you think as a shiver racks through your body and you are reminded of your soaking clothing. Simply pointing in the direction of your apartment you both start walking towards your apartment, his large hands still gripping yours to warm it up. At this point the blush spreading across your cheeks could have been mistaken for being just the wind but by the way your hand tingled whenever he rubbed it you know that no wind could cause the feelings rushing through your body.

“I-it’s here…” you stumble on your words hoping you can pass the stutter off as simply being cold but the boy doesn’t seem to notice as he simply waits for you to guide him to your door. The whole time you two walked the boy had seemed distant, like his mind was somewhere else completely. subliminally it became a goal of yours to bring the distant boy back to reality any way possible.

“You were arguing earlier…” wow great starter you scold yourself internally but the silence had been defining and you couldn’t stand even another second of it.

“W-what?” He asks shock dancing all over his face. Looking at him now you see that he has an eating, something that the night sky hadn’t shown you before from his high voice you had assumes he would have a baby face and it had seemed that way outside but now you see his real face. It’s harsh and chiseled with some soft line, he’s got wrinkles already on his forehead from worrying too much and tired lines under his eyes. You had heard how idols were affected by working so hard and how their looks completely changed after being in the industry but you had never seen it in real life; you had never been this close to an idol.

“In the hallway outside the office you were fighting with Mr. choi he called you Myungho…” The boy's face twists with disgust but you can tell it’s not meant for you, his eyes are distant and he looks around your small apartment, eyes wandering and fists clenched.

“I could use some alcohol if this is the topic we are starting out with.” You nod, quickly moving to the cupboard that you keep all of your drinks in.grabbing a bottle of soju and two glasses you make your way back to the boy who now has settled on your couch with his head thrown back and eyes closed. The image of crawling onto his lap and kissing his neck while your fingers curled through his bright red locks crossed your mind the thought seeming so real that you almost considered doing it until you realised what you were actually thinking. Shaking your head you slam the bottle more violently than you had wanted.

“Two bottles of soju for the weary.” you sigh opening the bottle and pouring much more than what is normal. Passing one to the boy you down your glass and place it back on the table deciding against pouring another glass as the warmth spreads throughout your body.

“My name is Minghao…” he starts not even touching his lips to the cup you handed him. Quickly you responded with your name realising that he probably didn’t know it and that you hadn’t actually properly introduced yourself. He simply nodded finally touching his lips to the cup but not drinking any, again he dropped the cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

“Are you okay?” You ask noticing how the boy’s eyes held sadness.

“I can’t drink, idol life you know…” You hadn’t thought of that at all considering he was the one who suggested alcohol. He sighed and tossed his head back again the image of crawling onto his lap and bringing his chin down to your face, placing your lips onto his and letting him taste the sweet soju still dancing on your tongue. “Do I have something on my face?” you hadn’t realised he had opened his eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t realise I was staring…” A hot blush passed across your cheeks as you looked back at the two cups sitting next to the bottle, one full and one empty.

“I was supposed to have a solo stage, you know a part of our concert where I could present my talents…” Minghao started his story, looking you right in the eye. “But I fell sick last week and couldn’t present it. Now they won’t give me a second chance.” fists balled in anger Minghao picked up the cup and whispered a small ‘fuck it’ before draining the cup of all it’s contents and leaning over to you kissing you on the cheek. Standing up a little Minghao leaned in close to your lips and whispering; “May I?”

“Please do…” where the only words you could manage as your lips pressed against his softer ones, the alcohol tasted sweet but wasn’t the only thing you could taste. It was as if Minghao whole mouth were made of cotton candy as your lips felt as if they were melting against Minghao’s. His tongue and yours dancing together in some type of sensual tango that you never wanted to stop. Moving quickly you slightly pushed Minghao back not enough to detach his lips from yours but enough so that he took the hint and sat back on the large couch moving so that you were sitting on his lap, mouths still working their magic.

As his hands wrap around you and your hands make their way to his hair you realise what is happening. You are kissing an idol… you are making out with someone who is famous. Somehow this fact doesn’t turn you off but rather makes you want more, this is once in a lifetime and his lips feel so good against yours that you don’t care about anything except how to get more of this taste, more of this feeling.

“y/n…” Minghao moans detaching his lips from yours and instead moving them to your neck, sucking lightly. You moan as he moves towards your collarbone suckling on your sweet spot.

“More..” You moan again and his lips move back to yours as you both start making out again the taste of soju now completely gone and instead the taste of Minghao filled your mouth, sweet like honey.

“Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime…” you count the number of times the clock chimes counting nine. Minghaos eyes widen in shock as he grabbed your hips and placed you beside him.

“I have to go, my curfew is nine-thirty and it’s about a twenty minute walk.” Rushed he throws on his jacket and headed for the door, turning back awkwardly and giving you one last peck on the lips.

“See you soon, personal assistant…”

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Melting a Frozen Heart

Fandom: Uta no Prince-Sama Rating: G Paring: JoshuaxCamus .

It was a cold day in Tokyo and there was a gentle snowfall that had come into Tokyo overnight for the citizens of the city. It wasn’t a harsh winter morning that could face the city but just one of those that make you appreciate the beautiful things that “Old Man Winter” can give you for a present. Sometimes however…there are things that you get that you treasure even more than that! This was the case for the duo of Joshua and Camus and on this particular morning when Joshua would usually have been up at his usual 4 AM time to get things ready for the QUARTET NIGHT he was instead pinned down by a very gentle weight on his chest and one glance over at whom he was embracing told him everything he needed to know. If you had told Joshua that he would be sharing a bed with the man that he considered one of his best bosses on the planet then he would have told you that you were nuts! He had a very deep admiration for Camus as an idol and a member of QUARTET NIGHT but feelings for the “Ice Prince” were NOT in his cards…at least…that is what he thought! There have been people that tried to figure out how long something like this had been building and truthfully…Joshua could never answer this question because to do that he would have to fabricate a story or he would have to rely on Camus to tell them and neither was something he really WANTED to do because you see he liked being upfront and honest all the time and that is what earned him the respect of all the units between QUARTET NIGHT, STARISH and HEAVENS! He said the way he felt all the time and even if it caused problems for a little bit USUALLY the mature people listened and understood where he was coming from and the others…he just didn’t have time for anymore! So what WERE the events that he could try to pinpoint the HOW he ended up like this? The best answer started after Triple S ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [FLASHBACK] Triple S had been over for about a week at this point and Joshua…well he wasn’t happy but he tried to internalize it so he didn’t cause many issues with fans on all three sides. The problem with this was that anyone that knew Joshua knew that the longer he held it in the longer he was going to hurt until he just blew up completely and then all hell was gonna break loose because its known he has a mouth on him and NO ONE can check it nor does anyone try! Heck Camus stays clear until he finally calms down and then HE goes and makes the tea for them so that they can talk if he’s with QUARTET NIGHT and if its HEAVENS…Shion is actually really good for that when he goes and finds his headphones and makes sure that its nice gentle music for him to listen to. Basically both Units had their “Go To” guy if Joshua was feeling stressed and he always returned the favor if it was needed. In Camus’ case he felt it was only fair because of the times when Joshua would serve him and in his time of need he made sure to handle his issues personally. What made this one especially interesting was that Joshua wasn’t “mad” about the outcome but it was more what Nagi and Shion diagnosed as “Aggressive Confusion” and this actually made sense to Kira who would keep watch over Joshua until he felt that things were better. Shion and Nagi agreed to help too because of how much the HEAVENS family cared about Joshua. If he was hurting they wanted to help him in any way that they could and they knew that poking this bear was NOT something you wanted to do because doing so could lead to serious problems! Now I know what you are thinking “But Joshua…how does this get us to Camus?” Patience friendos…Rome was NOT built in a day! Anyways after about 3 days where Joshua vented on social media and where Kira, Nagi and Shion came to double check on him he finally re-emerged proper (don’t worry he ate and showered and all) and apologized to everyone for the way he was acting but everyone understood. They were SO CLOSE AGAIN and they snatched defeat from the jaw of victory AGAIN and this time it was more painful because of a lot of things that happened in the buildup to Triple S…his anger was MORE THAN JUSTIFIED! Well on this day when Joshua resumed his normal duties he wanted to see the schedule that they had coming up and Kira showed him on his tablet what was coming up and…of course there was an appearance with STARISH but he knew that he needed to be Pro for that so he kept his opinions in check and made sure to be ready for it. When the time came to go to the event however…this is when a very unique set of events began to unfold! It started at the show where it was shown that they were supposed to be on the air with STARISH much like when the Duet Project was announced. THIS TIME there was an unexpected change and STARISH got pulled from the show and in their place was QUARTET NIGHT. Wanna know what the “official” reason was? “Shining was afraid it was going to cause a reaction with HEAVENS’ Manager” Okay…that would be totally valid EXCEPT Joshua knew that he actually didn’t have issues with STARISH! Matter of fact in the days that Joshua holed himself up in his room he made sure to call Ren and Masa about 5 times to apologize but they understood perfectly! It was interesting too because while they couldn’t just drop out because of the situation they said they felt genuinely bad because “HEAVENS deserves a ‘True Happy Ending’”. The point is that Shining COULD have sent Ren and Masa at the least (and Cecil too) but he chose not to and that ALMOST set Joshua off again but when he saw QN walk in he felt better actually. This was ESPECIALLY true when he saw Camus because in the back of his mind he wanted to just go work with them for a little bit and chill out but then again he also knew that working with Camus could be 24/7 and did he really need that? WELL… While the interview was going on Joshua stayed off the set because he opted out due to the fact he didn’t want to have a “flare up” on Live TV and this was respected by the hosts and the two units. Camus was concerned because he knew WHY Joshua was not participating in the interview and this actually worried him to the point that at one point in the interview he mouthed to Reiji that he “had to go take care of something” and Reiji assumed he meant something else but when he figured it out he let him go and then Reiji covered it up by saying that “Camus has an emergency and he needed to take care of it ASAP”. Now it should be obvious what was ACTUALLY going on but the hosts left it alone and Camus walked over to Joshua and this is when things started to get interesting. See ordinarily Camus would have scolded someone for doing this at one of their gigs but the Count knew what was going on with Joshua because he got a text from Shion and even one from Kira about what was going on since the Entry Concert and he respected his position. It was scary for him to find out that Josh took the loss that hard that he basically isolated himself and he wished he had heard from HIM about it because had he would have brought him back to their place and he would have made sure things were alright before he went back to Raging and HEAVENS and he would have made DARN SURE that Raging treated them better! He still considered doing the latter because he wasn’t entirely happy about what happened and he knew that Joshua was sacrificing by working with them and he was sick of either President treating him in a way that he didn’t approve of! ANYWAYS… As the interview drew to a close Camus was supposed to go back with QUARTET NIGHT…that plan changed as he told HEAVENS that he was going to go with Joshua back to Raging’s office. He had some VERY PERSONAL BUSINESS to take care of when it came to Joshua’s health and also their own treatment! Yeah…HEAVENS was about to gain a VERY STRONG ally and all they had to do (and did) was keep their mouths shut! Wanna know how the meeting went? Let’s just say that when the term “Peasant” got used here it was in a way that COULD NOT BE MISTAKEN FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN AN INSULT! Well first we got to talk about the trip there Josh drove (because he drives himself everywhere…especially when he works with Camus) and the ride was deathly silent! Like that kind of silence that basically told you that SOMETHING was gonna go down and a head or two would roll if he didn’t get what he wanted. When Camus is in one of these moods there is basically one real option and the other is if you are just stupid! - Agree to Camus’ terms OR - You learn what he can do with that Scepter and if he has to use it either you get froze up or he makes you suffer in agony which is a no win either way! The duo made their way into the offices of the actual Agency and the poor security that even THOUGHT to deny access found out that when Joshua is there with Camus that things are GOING TO HAPPEN OR ELSE! Josh legit felt bad for the guards but at the same time they had stuff they needed to get done and you were NOT going to deny him or one of his employers access…that just don’t happen! As the two made their way to Raging’s office Camus gave one specific order: “DON’T come in!” Josh has only ever been given that order one other time and when he got it he went to go the cafeteria cos he knew stuff was about to go down and he needed to just stay out of the way. Suffice to say…that’s what he did when he went to go grab lunch and Camus had a nice LONG discussion with the “beloved” President Now as I mentioned before…Camus wasn’t in the best of moods dealing with Raging. He had heard the rumblings about the physical abuse that Eiichi and his bro felt at the hands of the lunatic President and he wasn’t happy! While he admitted that he wasn’t a “perfect” boss to Raging the one thing he DID tell him was that he was TRYING to get better and its why he requested Joshua every so often so that he could work on things. In a way its because of him that the “Count” got kept under wraps in public! Did Raging have a counter? Not really but he tried by saying that they were “His kids” and “His Property” and if you want to know what Camus can be like REALLY HOT then let’s just say if he threw the chair that Joshua could hear hit the door any HARDER then Otori was gonna be missing a door soon and that was something that he didn’t want! One other thing though that Camus alerted Rage about was the fact that he was deeply concerned for Joshua’s mental state after the Triple S. He knew that Joshua took HEAVENS’ loss hard but he didn’t know necessarily ALL the details till a few days later and THAT was why they were there in the first place! It was at that time that Camus basically gave Raging an order “Joshua comes with me or I rearrange this office so that you can’t fix it!” Okay now…I know what you are thinking “But…Joshua can already go if he wants to right?” TRUTH…but the thing was for Josh that he never liked leaving HEAVENS alone to go work for Camus unless he had a reason to. Its sufficient to say that the previous events mentioned were a good enough REASON but well…you know? Joshua didn’t want to leave if he wasn’t comfortable but now it was to the point where a lot of people were concerned for him and the QUARTET NIGHT were concerned especially when Camus had to go check on him in the first place! The long and short of it was that Joshua was basically TOLD that he was going back with Camus and that HEAVENS would be taken proper care of while he was away. He also told Joshua in a very interesting way that “You have a very good man here and not just as a boss either” which was was…odd wording to say the least but when Joshua put the dots together he started to understand things a little bit better. Its no secret to a lot of people that Joshua was very much fond of Camus and that in some ways he patterns himself as far as style of managing after Camus in the way he organizes things. The thing is here that Joshua wouldn’t necessarily be going to the QUARTET NIGHT complex to work unless he really wanted to. The order that was pretty much given was this “You go there to recharge and when the time comes for you to come back to see us we’ll be waiting. You are a part of the HEAVENS family and we love and respect you for what you do for us here but you’re no good if you end up dead because you had a stroke due to being mad. Go and rest up and take care of yourself and I’m sure that your Boss here will see to that.” With that statement…Joshua was free to go with Camus and QUARTET NIGHT and after they went and packed a few suitcases with some of his essentials (Camus had a setup for him in his room just in case something like this happened so he didn’t need his computer) then they left and Joshua waved “bye” to HEAVENS but he promised he would be back and he WOULD BE…but a changed man for the better! When the two got back to the QUARTET NIGHT’s place Ai greeted them at the door and believe it or not he was actually very happy to see him again! Now this isn’t COMPLETELY unusual because Ai and Joshua got along great (actually he gets along with them all just fine) but he and Ai would sometimes spend hours analyzing the footage from a rehearsal to make sure that things went better the next time, and the time after that and after that and…you get the idea! Ran was always happy to see Joshua because if there was one thing he always needed it was an honest opinion on the dishes he was making. The good news was that, even when he was BRUTAL at times, Joshua was so honest that he almost couldn’t ask anyone else to do it and this included Camus or Haruka which was strange cos he got along well with her so what gave you know? Reiji was happy and I mean REALLY HAPPY to have Joshua back for a little while and, while this would NORMALLY get on Joshua’s nerves, he was very much happy to be back to see him again. Camus just told him to be careful with Joshua because while he was there to do some light work (Camus wasn’t gonna push him too hard with the tasks) he was mostly there to chill out and destress and if he needed to work on his laptop out in the living room to just let him be. Reiji didn’t even pout about it because he sort of already knew the situation so he let it be. The rest of the day was just getting back in stride with everyone else and seeing what their schedule was going to be like. While Joshua promised he wasn’t going to work TOO HARD while he was there he wanted to earn his keep for sure and the crew would make sure that he did just that but mostly helping with the cooking and watching practices. This is what Camus basically told him he would be doing because he wanted him to NOT THINK too much about other stuff. The rest of QUARTET NIGHT didn’t object because, as we discussed, they knew Joshua’s situation and he only had to do the other things if he got bored enough. Camus needed him to destress before he even thought about going back to HEAVENS and that was first and foremost. I stress this because you have to understand how important a figure Joshua had become when he rose to a level of power in the industry and the fact that there were a lot of groups that wanted his services really showed how popular he was…QN and HEAVENS just didn’t want him to stretch himself too thin over it is all! This was also stressed because the events of the next few days became very interesting for Joshua and QUARTET NIGHT but more importantly for himself and Camus! Okay listen…Camus considers himself a “Ladies Man” and we can dig this right? The thing of it was that when he and Joshua were driving to go see Raging he immediately thought about WHY he was doing this and it hit him like a brick! Its not often that Camus says he “cares” about a person…call it being “emotionally void” or whatever have you but Camus legitimately had told Joshua once that “Its impossible for someone like me to be in a relationship because I wouldn’t know how to handle being close to another person” and Joshua knew this was true! He was the personal escort for Camus and Haruka to a couple of functions and watching him TRY to be in any way close to Haruka was HARD and not just on the level of “Being the Count” but when they got time to be alone it was so painful that Josh had to find a way to stop the pain before it got worse! You think this is an exaggeration but it was one of the few times this self-professed “Ladies Man” was having issues and it legit depressed Josh for sure! Now why do I bring this up? This is why 3 Days later It was a really nice day out so Joshua had decided to go for a drive and he asked Camus where he and the rest of QN performed “KIZUNA” and Camus told him before he left for the day and then Joshua went on his trip after packing a “Lunch for one” which he rarely gets to do but sometimes its fun to just have a lunch that you know no one can complain about cos its all for you! ANYWAYS When he got to the beach with his lunch he did something that some would think is kind of “weird” but if you know how Joshua’s mind works it actually makes sense! He got out of the car with his lunch and then carefully climbed up onto the roof of his car and legit had his lunch up there! Some would think this is a little bonkers but then again when you understand how Joshua works on a GOOD DAY then its not that bad! What else was noteworthy was what he did after he ate! He headed down to beach and then started randomly humming the melody to “Double Face” and then switched it into “Aurora” which was an interesting transition for sure! It got better when he started humming “The Dice are Cast” and then went into “Immortal Inferno” which was completely random but what he wasn’t expecting was what happened next! Okay how to explain this… One song that Joshua simply LOVES when Camus performs it is “Double Face”. Its one of his favorites because of the “unique duet” that Camus would do with himself and every so often when Joshua would have “alone time” he would try to imitate Camus’ pitch for his “idol side” because he was promised that IF he could ever get it right that they would perform the song together for one of the concerts with QN and STARISH coming up! Since Joshua was pretty much given time to just…be alone recently he figured he would attempt it again and again until he got it right! Problem: He needed Camus to be there to help with half of it and well…he wasn’t there! Or was he? Randomly out of nowhere Joshua started at least humming the melody to see if he could remember how that half generally goes and to try and get the lyrical range down and he went over it at least 5 times before he started and the first time he could tell it wasn’t right so he stopped instantly! Each time after he could feel it was getting closer and closer and closer but that wasn’t THE ONLY THING getting closer! Finally after a long time trying he actually was able to get it! When Joshua thought no one was around he started singing the one half and from not too far behind him came that booming voice that Joshua knew well! Joshua didn’t get shook either and was able to continue with the song and Camus legit felt (and said so afterwards) that it felt like he was singing with a part of himself in another body! It was the most surreal thing he ever dealt with but at the same time he thought it was really darn cool and when the song finished Joshua realized how close they were and then turned and coughed to try and excuse himself but Camus knew what was happening in the strangest of ways…how to explain it to anyone else would be nearly impossible! Later that night things got even crazier when unconsciously while talking with Reiji Josh slipped into that voice and Rei first looked at Ranmaru and then Ai and then he saw Camus who legitimately had that look like if his jaw could detach and smack the floor about 10 times it would have! Seriously Joshua was surprising everyone and then Rei KNEW they needed him at the concert and Camus agreed…especially doing the song he promised Joshua that they would do together! What became more interesting was what happened 2 days later Now its true that Camus has stated that it was HARD for him to develop feelings for someone and by “feelings” we mean “romantic feelings” but in this case here was Camus thinking about why he even asked for Joshua to become his Assistant back at the Shining Agency a few years ago and then there was how things were when he went on a personal vacation to Permafrost. Something stuck in his mind when he found out the reason why Joshua did that “I wanted to see where you came from and I wanted to meet the people you ruled over with the Silk Queen. I figured if I did that I could better serve you as an Assistant but I could also start to connect with you better on a personal and emotional level. If I couldn’t do that then I failed and I don’t take failures well Boss so just know that!” Yes you heard right…Joshua went to Permafrost to see if he could strengthen his connection to Camus outside of just serving him as his Assistant! When Camus heard that originally he had the same look of shock that he did now standing at the window of the QN’s place while also thinking about Joshua wanting to perform “Double Face”. Yes the song has a completely different meaning but Joshua was always about “transforming songs” and seeing what he could do to enhance them. Yes the song IS about both halves of Camus’ personality but he was watching Joshua not only perfect that song but legit “perfect HIM” in that he was getting to the point where he could switch that on if he ABSOLUTELY needed to! Josh promised not to do it unless someone was being a complete jerk though cos that would be a good head game for him to use! What Camus was figuring out was that the way they were “bonding” wasn’t completely through actions…well okay it kind of was, but it was also through indirect methods that Joshua had used over the time that he got to know Camus and it was in that time that Joshua was learning something very important but the question in the Count’s mind was this “Could he learn it WITH HIM?” Their relationship was always an interesting one because when they worked together there was always “learning to do” and the big thing Joshua wanted to do was learn about Camus and, in his own way, find his way into his heart and mind. Little did Joshua realize that by doing that he was starting to…not “become” his boss but he was “inheriting” little things. To Camus’ credit when he would see Joshua on his downtime he would see how he had fun and he would try his best to at least learn how to have “fun” with him (not like that kids…this is a family story) and Joshua always enjoyed seeing him try. It was sometimes hilarious the result but he did it simply because he wanted to understand how this young man wound down and in the process he started to learn how to have fun and not be completely serious 24/7! Their bond and relationship was becoming far more than just “Boss/Assistant” but it was becoming more and Camus was realizing this when he watched Joshua working on personal projects away from the studio like when he and Ran would do some cooking and it was all good! Interestingly enough watching Joshua have all this fun in a way made him start to really examine himself more but it also was making Joshua want to go back to work with Camus too! It was interesting how this free time that he was getting (and him STILL practicing “Double Face”) was really positively affecting not just THEM but QN as a whole! But the biggest change wouldn’t be seen until the HEAVENS/QN concert! Okay so how do I explain THIS? So the night of the concert with HEAVENS everyone was there right on time (Joshua made sure that HEAVENS was there on time cos he knows how Eii is) and they went through the setlist for the night and Josh asked if a song could be moved to the end and when he explained what song and why they agreed to it because they wanted to see this for themselves and the story that they were going to tell with it! The concert went off without a hitch and HEAVENS did “Immortal Inferno” as their finishing song but then Eiji went and personally introduced the final song for the evening “Ladies and Gentlemen. The final song this evening tells the story about how two halves become one. The ‘Ying and Yang’ of a person as well as the good and bad when it unites. Its going to also tell the story in this case of how two people over time started far apart but have grown so close together that it’s a bond that cannot nor WILL IT be broken! One of our own has said that this song helped him grow closer to someone that he truly cares about and we respect this about him. Ladies and Gentlemen performing ‘Double Face’ here is Camus of the QUARTET NIGHT and our friend Joshua. Good night and take care!” When the song started the crowd was a little confused but then they saw the jackets that the two men were wearing and without having to hear the rest of the song they just looked at Joshua and Camus and smiled…this is what Eiji meant! The duo started far apart from each other but as they continued the crowd watched them drift closer and closer together and then they REALLY figured it out! Through the things that Joshua has inherited from Camus and Camus from Joshua these two “halves” have started to become one and as the song was nearing its end and the crowd watched them face each other performing the final chorus they knew something that it was going to take some in QN a LITTLE time to clue in on but the good news was…it didn’t take long! As the song finished Joshua did the one thing he NEVER thought he would do on a stage: He kissed Camus on the lips and smiled before uttering the following words “I know we are boss and employee but Camus…I love you and that means more to me than anything else in the world right n—“ Joshua was cut off by Camus returning the favor and let’s just say a few fangirls were getting out the cameras to catch this moment! OH DID THEY HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO! After this moment a lot of things changed but one thing didn’t the respect that HEAVENS had for Joshua because this took A LOT of courage and they were happy as all heck for him! [END FLASHBACK] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Joshua remembered that moment he couldn’t help but smile because he knew how important it was for them. Camus had told him once before that he wished they could evolve their relationship and now they were taking that step! When they went and talked to the rest of QN and then also HEAVENS not long after the PDA they were given their blessings because they knew how important it was for them. One thing was for sure though Reiji had wondered some time before Joshua came back to the QN’s place if it was possible to “melt a frozen heart” as cold as Camus’…this was proof positive that it COULD be done and he was happy to prove it to him! Joshua and Camus were together again and as the Assistant looked over one more time at Camus’ sleeping face he couldn’t help but smile “Good Morning Camus…may today be as blessed as our lives. I love you and never forget that!” [END]

#Amisbro #Uta no Prince-Sama #Camus Birthday Fic 1 #JoshuaxCamus #This ship is sailing once again and I love it dearly

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