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rudjedet · 3 years

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Okay, I'll ask because someone has to: what *about* the Vigorous Nature of Seth's Coition? What is the context for this? To which does said vigorous nature relate, and what does it imply? (Apologies if you've answered this question before)

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Ha, well, the context is that it's a phrase from a paper by my thesis advisor Jaap van Dijk on the story of Seth, Anat and the Seed of P'Re. This text is part of the corpus of mythological stories that are used as medicinal heka - i.e. a story that is a recounting of something that happens in the realm of the gods, and which ends with Isis proclaiming her proficience as a magician, and reciting an invocation to effectuate a cure. In this case, it's an invocation against a headache thought to be engendered by The Seed (mtwt in Middle Egyptian, which can mean both "semen" and "poison").

In the text, Seth comes across The Seed, a goddess who is likely a personification of semen (and who is also Hathor) and who is said to be the wife of P'Re in his nocturnal form, as she is taking a bath. He is mightily taken by the sight of her buttocks, and has sex with her. The text is a little bit ambiguous, some interpreting it as Seth forcing himself upon her, but textual analysis of the words used may indicate that it wasn't so much rape, but rather, quoth Jaap, "[stressing] the vigorous nature of Seth's coition". Either way, The Seed wasn't too fond of it, and she flies up against him and hits him in the forehead, so that comes down with a sick headache and has to go lie down in his bed.

Another argument against the rape interpretation is that the text seems to be dealing with the fallout of Seth engaging in sexual indulgences as he's wont to do, and through that, throwing a spanner in the works for the rebirth of the sun god. The nocturnal form of P'Re copulates with The Seed every night, so that he may be reborn as the sun god every morning. But because Seth had sex with The Seed, and The Seed in response fucked him over by entering his body and causing a terrible headache, that cyclicity is broken. Anat, who is at this point in time Seth's wife, then enters the story and asks P'Re to take The Seed away from Seth's head, but P'Re is angry and says "let his stupidity be a lesson to him". After this, Isis shows up and instigates the invocation proper, which has both real world consequences (i.e. a medical cure) and mythological consequences (The Seed is taken from Seth's head and the cyclicity of rebirth is restored).

To recap the full story: P'Re is old and dying; Seth, by robbing P'Re's Seed through having sex with her, prevents his rebirth. Anat attempts to fix it but can't because she's barren. Isis shows up, and with help from Anat, recovers the Seed. Isis then becomes both P'Re's wife and mother, which enables P'Re's rebirth again. In its essence, Seth’s vigorous coition - which is always portrayed as something aberrant (in this case, adultery, in others, homosexual intercourse*/pederasty/rape) - just fucks up a whole lot of things for a whole lot of people and this story is a representation of one of the ways in which Seth can be a dickbag the antithesis to Ma’at.

This a condensing of some relatively complicated religious concepts. There's a lot more to be said about how the three goddesses stand in relation to each other and Seth, which Jaap does in his paper. If you're interested in the full background, hit me up with your e-mail through messages and I'll send the paper to you. I can't post it because Tumblr would just hide the post because of the link.

Ultimately, the phrase "the vigorous nature of Seth's coition" really tickled me because I know the man who wrote it and I know just the kind of face he likely made when he did. I also think it's one of the more interesting myths involving Seth, because it has a lot of parallels, for example structurally, with the Osiris Mythos, but also in terms of goddesses; Anat and Nephthys are similar figures - both either barren or unable to give birth to children, both said to assist Isis, and both with a spousal relation to Seth.

*homosexual intercourse in ancient Egypt was considered an aberration from the norm, the all-important nuclear family focussed in procreation. Although we do have evidence that same-sex couples existed in Egypt and weren’t necessarily shunned or otherwise punished for their homosexual behaviour, within the religious realm this is portrayed as undesirable because of the nature of the gods.

TL;DR; The vigorous nature of Seth’s coition represents an aberration from the norm that results in the breaking of the cosmic cyclicity necessary to maintain Ma’at.

#egyptology #seth #tw rape mention #ancient egypt #as an aside this is precisely why it's so goddamn fucking funny that greekbitch keeps taking this phrase as me saying #''i would totally bang seth''#lmao #but hey we already knew he knows absolute jackshit about the intricacies of Egyptian culture so are we really surprised?#he's 100% hate reading this so who wants to take bets on when he's going to look up everything Herodotus ever said about Seth #to somehow prove that I do actually want to have sex with an ancient assholic deity

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tlou-1 · 3 years

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Joel x Reader - Home (Chapter 9)

Note - This chapter is bit of a long one (sorry) and the songs mentioned are Give In to Me from Country Strong and Take on Me by Aha.

On a cool Autumn afternoon, you are sat on the sofa of Joel’s house playing guitar with Ellie. She is most extraordinary kid you had came across and you had come to love her. From the witty remarks and one liners, to the enthusiasm when she spoke about her comics or something new she had learned and wanted to share with you and Joel.

Joel arrives home and is kicking off his boots “That’s starting to sound a lot better”

“Well between you and Ellie, I have got two pretty good teachers.” You say passing the guitar back to Ellie “Here you go kiddo, I’ve got to head”.

She sighs “Okay but we will see you later at the Tipsy Bison”. You nod to her silently smiling and remind her to get there for seven.

“Where you off to?” Joel asks. He had only just got back from a patrol, but you also had left Bruce in the house for too long before your shift tonight.

“Can’t you just bring him with you next time?” he asks, you can hear in his voice he is disappointed to not get to spend some time with you.

“I could, I never thought but I would need to bring all his thi-“” Joel cut you off before you can finish.

“Well why don’t you just bring him, his stuff and all of your stuff here…. And keep it here”

“Keep it here? Joel Miller are you asking me to move in with you” you playfully pinch at his hip but then you can see, he is serious.

“Can I think on it for a bit? It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just I have lived in that house for a long time on my own – I just need” but Joel interrupts you again. “Hey, hey darlin” he begins in a soothing tone, smoothing his hands over your hair, taking your head in his hands. “Don’t worry, take as long as you need. I aint going anywhere”. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head.

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Its just after seven when Joel and Ellie arrive at the bar, Ellie pulling Joel by the hand in a hurry in front of him. They take two seats and the bar, “and what can I get for you two this evening?” you chirp. Ellie orders an orange juice and Joel a beer but when you present him with a whiskey, he looks confused “I’m sorry Y/N to tell you this but that aint a beer” he says in a sarcastic tone.

“I know that I just think you might need it” you bat back as you push the glass closer to him. “Alright between Ellie dragging me here and you acting odd, what’s going on?” He gruff leaning back into the chair looking between you and Ellie, looking to see who would break first, you caved. Heading towards the wall where an array of musical instruments are secured to the wall, you pull a guitar from its stand and gesture to Joel to take it.

“You said when you were younger you always wanted to be a country singer. Now I know it’s not exactly the Grand Ole Opry in here, but I do think these folks would like to hear a bit of music, other than old Seth banging a tune out on the banjo” you smile. Joel begins to protest but you shove the guitar in his hands and fill his glass once more. “A bit of dutch courage and go get up there cowboy”. Ellie is at the back of Joel pushing him toward the front of the bar where one microphone sits. “God you’re a stubborn women” he sighs, looking at you and Ellie defeatedly.

“I thought that’s what you like about me”

“Mhm – well not when its used against me” he laughs but stops as his mind seems to conjuring up some plan, “on the other hand. I do have an idea, don’t get mad and just remember I love you”.

“Evening folks – tonight I thought we could have a bit of music. Now I can play a bit of the guitar but there is a young woman in here who I think sings pretty good. Christ I think she’s something else if I am being honest. Y/N get yourself away from the bar and up here” Joel calls loudly from the microphone. This had totally and completely back fired and he was using flattery to make it worse. The entire bar begins to join in trying to coax you into signing. Molly and Ellie are cheering, Jesse is laughing knowing how uncomfortable you look, Tommy and Maria tap you on the shoulder “You can’t just leave the poor bastard standing up there” laughs Tommy. ‘You could’ you think to yourself.

You give everyone the biggest eye roll and fling your towel down annoyed “Fine – alright, alright! I’ll sing a damn song”. Joel is smiling cheekily at you when you stand next to him, only a small amount of space between you and a microphone. “I can see why you decided that was a good time to tell me you loved me for the first time. It’s the only reason I haven’t smashed that guitar over your head”. Joel lets his head back and laughs, he got you this time. A couple seconds later he composes himself and he begins to sing his part.

“I’m gonna wear you down

I'm gonna make you see

I'm gonna get to you

You're gonna give into me

I'm gonna burn for you

You're gonna melt for me

Come on, come on

Give into me”

You feel your stomach do a double flip, a mixture of nerves and the way this man was looking at you. You seemed to bring out the best in each other, he would never have done this before, and you would never have done it on your own. It would have seemed so stupid with everything going on beyond the gates of Jackson but you seemed to be able to stop and enjoy the simple even frivolous things since meeting Joel. It must be what joy felt like you thought after years of forgetting to feel it. You move in closer to the mic, your faces so close, to sing the next lines together.

“You're gonna take my hand

Whisper the sweetest words

And if you're ever sad

I'll make you laugh

I’ll chase the hurt

The song comes to an end, everyone gives a round of applause and you take an over-the-top bow. You make your way back to the bar and Joel begins to follow you when you stop in your tracks “and just where do you think your going?” you ask him, he still has the pick of his guitar in between his teeth and can’t respond. “I still want to watch you sing a song from the bar like I had planned”. You hear him try muttering something but its incoherent. You take your usual spot behind the bar as Tommy passes you a whiskey “I think you earned this’ he chuckles in his seat. “You think?” you laugh. Joel clears his throat, and you snap your attention back to him.

“Well let’s try something maybe some of us older ones will know” Joel scratches the back of his neck looking viably more uncomfortable without you there. You catch his eyes and silently mouth the words to him across the room “I love you”. He begins to play a familiar song but he has slowed it down, made it gentler. ‘Take on me by Aha” you think to yourself. Once he finishes everyone gives an applause and Joel couldn’t get to the back of the room quick enough. For spending his childhood dreaming of being a singer, he had become rather bashful in his adult years.

Joel heads behind the bar and passes the guitar to you, “Thank you” he says as you reach to hang it back on the wall “No, No thank you for keeping us folks entertained for the evening” you laughs trying goad him.

“Joel can you teach me that song you just played! I’d like to play it for Dina and my friends” Ellie smiles from her seat.

“Sure thing Kiddo” he chirps as he slings his arm around your shoulder, it was very rare you ever showed each other affection in public but after that performance in front of everyone it didn’t really matter. People could see you were together; they could see the way you looked at each other. You move to face him and lift his other arm around you so as that Joel is wrapped around you.

“I’ll start tomorrow” you smile at him, but he just looks confused

“You’ll start what?” He titles his head

“Moving my stuff across, I’ll start tomorrow. If you’ll still take me and Bruce” you smile warmly. Joel kisses you tenderly

“Baby I wanted you to live with us weeks ago” he laughs and kisses you on top of your head before moving closer to your ear so only you could hear him “and I meant it – I love you”.

“Would you to get a room” Ellie holds her hand up to try cover the sight of you both.

#TLOU #TLOU part 2 #Joel Miller #Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller Imagine #Joel Miller Series #Joel Miller Smut #Joel Miller Fluff #tlou p2 #The Last of Us #tlou fanfic #tlou fanart #The Last of Us Fanfic #tlou part 2 fanfic #tlou2 fanfic #The Last of Us part ii icons

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staytiny-angel · 3 years

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Grace and Country 2/5

Rating: M

Pairing: 'Hangman' Adam Page/F!OC, One-Sided Kenny Omega/F!OC

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Harrassment.

Co-Written with @lilmissriottbliss

Taglist - @moxleyunstable, @axelwolf8109

Summary: Ava and Adam go on that date, it goes about you'd expect with the Dark Order involved, Things with Kenny come to a head.

"Violet!"

"Ava? Mon Cher Smackdown is about to start why are you screaming?"

Violet gave Finn a look before putting her friend on speaker "Mon Roi is here too, what has you so excited?"

"ADAM ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!" The younger woman yelled

Ava could hear Violet cursing in French from a small distance. “Really? That’s amazing! Give me details now!”

“I lost my phone and he found it near your adopted brother and then Kenny was annoying me again so he covered for me by saying we were going on a date so we’re actually going on one!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“Could you do me a solid?” Ava asked

Of course darling," Violet agreed

"Could you guys not tell the big boss?" Ava begged "You know I love Seth to death, he's my dad shaped person but he wasn't happy about this whole AEW deal and he'll be even less happy to know I'm going out with one of their biggest stars"

Violet and Finn silently looked at each other before agreeing to the younger woman's request

"We have you covered darlin" Finn said

"What are you going to do about Omega?I'm starting to worry. He's really not taking no for an answer"

“I honestly don’t know” Violet handed Finn her phone, taking out the one meant to contact family. “I think she’s going to threaten Malachi into watching over you” Finn laughed.

Ava sighed in relief. While Malachi Black, formerly Aleister to Violet, was dark and broody, he did scare Kenny with a simple stare.

“So how’s Mox doing?” Violet asked

"Good, he got Omega off my back last night at Dynamite, threatened him with Ruby." Ava said "He said something about promising Seth to look out for me?"

"Seth called him and Miro when you decided to go to AEW." Finn explained

"Called in a couple of favors. You are the baby."

Ava rolled her eyes even though the couple couldn't see her "You've got to be kidding. I can take care of myself"

“We know you can take care of yourself, Seth has a overprotective complex”

Ava sighed but didn’t disagree. “We got to go now, see you tomorrow!” Violet hung up.

Ava turned off her phone, seeing a text from Kenny. Rolling her eyes she deleted it. “Is he ever gonna get the point?” she asked herself before flopping on her hotel bed with a sigh. He thoughts turning to the next day and the date she'd been dreaming of for years.

-Next Day-

She met Adam outside a café, the cowboy looking handsome in normal street clothes and without a certain purple and black group shadowing him.

“Wow, you look great” He said. As she grinned and twirled once, showing off the chic black suit she'd chosen for their date.

“Hope you don’t mind but I invited Violet and Finn just in case your friends crash this”

Adam laughed. “They probably will ”

Inside the cafe, Finn and Violet were waiting at a four person table, surprisingly without their daughter in tow.

"Where's my honey bunches?" Ava said with a pout, that Adam found adorable

"Becky and Seth have her" Finn explained "Shes having a playdate"

“Next time you bring her” Ava pointed. Finn raised his hands and laughed. Violet slid over a black coffee to Adam.

He accepted it with a smile. “So you’re both going after the top titles in Smackdown” he grinned.

“Yup!” Finn grinned. “It was fun in NXT but I wasn’t spending another week without my husband there” Ava sighed.

“It’s harder to get a title shot in AEW, I have no idea how to get to Britt”

“I lost the chance to be the inaugural champ because someone thought an ass deserved it” Adam muttered.

“Adam I think your shadows are here” Violet pointed to a booth in the corner

Sure enough, the purple and black clad Dark Order filled 2 corner booths, trying and failing to be inconspicuous.

"Oh god" Adam murmured "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told them where we were going"

"They really care about you" Ava smiled at Adam causing that feeling to flutter in his chest again.

"You may not, have been the first AEW champion but you've got a shot at Kenny at All Out" Finn says

"Sure do" Adam says "I can't wait, I've owed Kenny an ass whipping for a while now"

“Fucking creep” Ava rolled her eyes. “How’s Paige?”

“You don’t know that from Mox?” Violet raised an eyebrow. Ava shook her head

“She’s ok, doing wonders with her makeup. Her and Sonya are planning a wedding”

Ava nodded. “Sorry about the Kingdom disbanding”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Of course Vince brings up Shotzi and us but doesn’t want Kyle, Millie, Priscilla or Jordan”

Adam and Ava share a smile knowing while AEW wasn't a paradise by any means…it wasn't run by Vince.

A loud bang sounded from the back of the restaurant and every turned to see one of the corner tables flipped on its side as John Silver looked around sheepishly.

Adam dropped his head in his hands as Ava giggled "I'm sorry, I'm gonna go uh…handle this" he said rising from his seat and heading toward the back.

"They are quite the band of misfits aren't they?" Violet said as she tried not to laugh as they watched Adam easily lift the table back in place and start seemingly scolding them for crashing their double date.

"They love him, and with the entire….mess with the Elite…their very overprotective." Ava explained

“Reminds me of Seth” Violet said. Ava’s eyes widened.

“It totally is!” Finn laughed as Adam came back and sat down.

“They swear it’s just a coincidence they all wanted to come here on the same day and time as my date”

Violet flipped her hair and put on her flirty voice. “So this a date?

Adam blushed hard. “Um…well, it’s definitely not a…friend thing…we’re not friends. I mean we are friends!, but I want to be more then friends!"

Ava blushed as she watched Adam flounder under Violet's question

"Leave him alone, mo chroi" Finn finally rescued the younger man from his wife.

“I was just being a good friend” Violet smirked.

Adam took a breath. “I don’t know why but I have a thing for goth people”

Ava looked at Violet.

“Really? Is that why you went to the Dark Order?”

“Honestly? Kenny ruined tag teams for me. The Bullet Club went to shit after you were kicked out”

Finn’s eye twitched, remembering how the Young Bucks fucked him over.

“The Bullet Club is nothing to me now. They ruined it!”

“The Elite’s worse, nothing but kissing Kenny’s ass, apparently he was looking to go to Impact and take their top title”

“Thank god the old man bought them, Impact might have been the worse part of my career but AEW would have ruined them” Violet sipped her ice coffee.

Adam sighed.

“I don’t know what happened. One minute he was my brother, now he’s a stranger” Adam said quietly as Ava rubbed his back

"Its okay, your going to take the AEW title from him at All Out." Ava consoled him.

The 2 couples finished their meal and left the restuarant, Finn and Violet heading to the arena to get ready for Smackdown, and Ava and Adam walking though the city streets enjoying each other's company.

"This has been great" Ava says as they finally end up back at the hotel

"We'll have to do it again sometime" Adam replied causing Ava to blush again.

"Maybe next time….just the two of us?" He asked softly

“No demon and vampires. No Dark Order” Ava agreed. Adam hugged her.

“Adam!” Evil Uno yelled. The pair looked at the stable. Anna walked over. “Well, the date was a success so Alex made you this” She handed a black jacket to Ava. It had a purple rose stitched in the back.

“Wow, Alex’s a suckup” Adam joked. “I’m totally wearing this next week” Anna smiled.

“C’mon Adam, before the idiots start screaming”

He rolled his eyes but hugged Ava goodbye, kissing her hair before walking away.

The Next Week

After spending the weekend and into the next week bouncing between elation over her successful date with Adam (including spending a hefty amount of time texting back and forth with the cowboy) and annoyance that Kenny just would not stop texting and calling, it was finally Wednesday and time for that weeks episode of Dynamite, at which Ava had a match against Nyla Rose.

Over the past few days she had gone hunting for more appropriate gear to compliment her new jacket and was now wearing black leather shorts with purple accents and a purple and black corset top.

"Don't you look like a full fledged member of the misfit society, I really thought you'd have better taste Sweetheart" Kenny said walking up to her, the Young Bucks flanking him

“I’ve liked purple and black before the Dark Order existed” Ava snapped.

Kenny grabbed her arm. “Let go!”

“I just want what’s best for you” Kenny said fiercely

“HEY!” Darby Allin hit Kenny with a skateboard.

“She’s said no to you for weeks now, get lost!” He roared, Ava seeing why Mox had pretty much adopted him.

Kenny looked panicked and all but ran. The Bucks, glaring at her as the followed

“Thanks” Ava said to Darby. “I hate that fucker”

"Join the club" Darby replied

Later that night after beating Nyla Rose, Ava was celebrating in the ring when Kenny's music hit and The Elite surrounded the ring.

"I really tried to do this in private Ava, baby but you just won't listen to me, you'd rather hang out with those losers instead of being part of The Elite"

“I. Am. Not. Your. Baby!” Ava screamed,.

Kenny stepped in, smirking. “Just accept the date”

The crowd began chanting variations of yes and no.

Then the music of the Dark Order hit, Adam leading the stable to a beat down. Colt tackled Kenny, Adam waving sarcastically at him before going over to Ava, "You okay Darlin?"

"Yeah, fucking asshole. Why won't he leave me alone"

"Ava, Ava!" Kenny panted, "I have a deal for you, since you and the drunk, seem so close lately, Next week….you and Adam against me and Britt Baker. You win, you get a title shot at All Out. You two lose, Cowboy loses his shot, and you go out with me"

Ava looked at Adam, who was clenching his jaw. Anna and Evil Uno nodded their heads.

Ava grabbed a mic. “We accept! And let’s raise the stakes!!! If we win and move on to kick you asses at All Out, you leave me the fuck alone!”

Kenny gulped "Done!"

“I’ll add to that!” Adam yelled. “When I kick your ass, you don’t get to have a rematch as long as I’m champion. Let someone else get an opportunity”

"Deal!" Kenny said cockily "It doesn't matter anyway "You two are gonna lose and when you do...not only will Adam never get a shot at the AEW Championship, Ava...baby...your all mine"

#shai writes #hangman adam page x female oc #Hangman Adam Page #Hangman Page #Adam Page #Kenny Omega

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mapatow · 3 years

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓 → 𝕛.𝕖. 𝕡.𝕕. 𝕞.𝕞

For as long as Maude could remember, her father was always bringing high-profile names around the family home - she grew up around the likes of Seth Rogen, Paul Rudd, Jonah Hill, Adam Sandler...all at some point or other completely stoned, sprawled out on reclining chairs in their large yard. Obviously, as a kid, she loved it, all of them being young souls at heart, and she particularly recalled inviting each and every one of them onto her trampoline at some point or other, to which they always obliged. Pete Davidson was only different in terms of the age-gap, he was much closer to her age than any of the others, but he’d also been a regular visitor for years now - so much so that she viewed him as some sort of messy older brother, a sentiment that was clearly reciprocated as he had been the one to ask Judd if she could play his sister in The King Of Staten Island. Now, it seemed that the wolf pack was growing ever larger as Pete had begun to grow closer and closer to none other than Maude’s co-star, Jacob Elordi. A turn of events that obviously worked in her favor - the last time he’d smoked with her dad, Jacob had ended up back in her bed, a pattern that she wouldn’t mind repeating each time it happened. It wasn’t totally obvious for her to go home and visit her mom and sister on the very night the boys had plans to hang out again tonight, right?

Wrong. She had been so wrong. Maybe if she hadn’t have gone home that night she wouldn’t have experienced that gut-wrenching moment when the two impossibly tall boys sauntered through the back-gate, trailed by a petite, brunette - honestly, not too dissimilar to herself - who she immediately recognised as Maia Mitchell. Of course, she’d seen the girls face in some of Pete’s pictures before, but more notably, she knew her name from that night. The one where she and Jacob had actually taken their friendship to the next level. Was it kind of dumb of her to even hook up with him after he’d been telling her about some other woman that was messing him up in the head? Maybe. But since when was anyone able to think rationally when your crush of three years started kissing you?

Her first instinct was to turn around and flee back in the house, but she couldn’t imagine how cowardly that would look. Instead, she found herself plastering on a smile, telling herself that Maia was probably just here as Pete’s friend, and this may have been just as awkward for Jacob as it was for her, right? Right? Somehow, she found herself wrapped up in the ebb and flow of their conversation, her eyes on Pete showing her dad what he’d brought round for them, but her ears tuned into whatever might leave Jacob or Maia’s mouth, as she tried to gage the situation. As far as she could tell, the poor girl was just as clueless in this scenario as she was, talking to Jacob in a manner that seemed far too affectionate for it to just be friendly. After having heard enough, Maude turned to Pete, interrupting his and Judd’s interaction, and grabbing onto his arm with both hands. “Dude, I totally forgot. I have something really neat to show you, follow me-” she insisted, suspiciously, but Pete rarely ever picked up on social cues and followed her blissfully unaware into the house, only to be met with a slap around the arm. “Peter! What the hell is she doing here?” Her tone didn’t show any kind of distaste towards the other woman, she was hardly a vindictive person, instead she’d probably put all the blame on the two oafs that brought her here.

“Ow! What the fuck?! What is who doing here?” Pete rubbed at his arm, his expression mimicking that of a scolded child. Throwing a glance back out the window as if he had to remind himself who he’d brought, Pete turned back to Maude, still just as clueless. “Maia? She’s like, Jacob’s girlfriend, or something. They’ve been banging on the reg. What the fuck’s your issue?”. As if he couldn’t already guess from her wounded expression, Maude hid her face in both her hands with a shake of her head. “Fucking, god...” she breathed out, “how long, Pete?”.

@hqelordi @maimitch

#( me? rambling when setting the scene? never ! )#( feel free to not match the length :') )#( i'm telling myself it HAD to be this long to play two characters in it )#( 005 )

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 3 years

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The Full Moon (A White Demon’s Love Song, Part 7.)

Series description: A new job was the reason you found yourself on a lonely road trip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of the Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfunction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

Part Summary: As the relationship between you and the grumpy shapeshifter finally moved on to the better ground, you knew you were now in the position to ask to see more of the magic that Quilete people could do.

A/N: Okay, okay, okay. I'm back and... Let's get this bad boy running, shall we?

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Word count: 4.6 K

Twilight playlist: ✨ Twilight Crackheads ✨

Series masterlist: H E R E

Jacob sat there in dead silence for a moment, before he looked back at you, just sitting there, chewing the meat and staring at him with a small smile. - "Are you sure that you're in the right headspace? We can talk about this later if you want." - At that, you furrowed. You've asked him to show you the wolf again. Okay, maybe, you've been making a fairground attraction out of his abilities and you weren't afraid to tell it out loud, but you wanted to see the animal again. You were curious about seeing it. - "What are you after?" - You mumbled, taking another bite from your almost cold meal. Dear Lord, you've been sitting at the table for more than half an hour. - "You've hit your head, had a panic attack, fainted twice, and even though, you want to see it again. Don't you have any sort of self-preservation instinct? Or do you just find it exciting to have your life threatened all the time?"

It was played out as a joke and you both grinned, you even let out a small laugh... But it was just reminding Jacob of her. How excited she was to discover the werewolves, that she was fond of learning more about them - more so, there was a short fascination phase. Funny, how things sometimes replayed the exact way it was before. - "Hey, look at it from my perspective. I've been living my whole life listening to fairytales and legends, myths, stories... And now, I've learned that some of them are real. Of course, I want to see it again." - "It's not a magic trick. It's who I am, Y/N." - Jacob looked you dead in the eyes to scare you off a bit, but it hadn't made you even flinch. - "And I do respect that, Jacob." - It was just a whisper, but the five words meant a whole lot.

You were telling him that you're respecting this side of him and that you're not scared anymore. Well, that you're not scared of him, more so - which was fair, there was something way more malicious to be scared of. The cold ones, knowns also as the fricking vam-pi-res which you still couldn't say out loud. And now, it was your conflict as well, whether you wanted to take part in it or not. You were there and you should accommodate real fast, or it's going to cost a lot more than a slight concussion, two faintings, and obviously, making yourself an idiot out of yourself in front of fucking everyone. Which made you furrow. - "How do you even know I fainted twice and that I was acting like an idiot? You weren't here - Seth was with me the whole time." - "It's going to get crazier than it already is... Do you want me to answer this one?" - Jacob furrowed and you nodded. - "Are you sure?" - He asked once more. Again, you nodded

Maybe you thought that you're going crazy, Jacob couldn't tell what was going through that head of yours. So far, it seemed that not that much was going on there. And so, he went for it. - "We can see, hear, and feel our thoughts. The members of the pack a 24/7 access to every thought that has ever gone through your head, every feeling that went through... They can see everything. It's very uncomfortable and scary - but that's how I know what was happening here." - "Like all the time?" - "No, only when we shift and the person shifts around the same time." - Wow. How many boobies did the werewolves have to see? How much of the action... Did they see? Sex was the last appropriate thought in a situation like this one - but it was the most natural one.

Once more, your face was looking like a frozen Windows XP program as you thought about all the dirty secrets they knew about eating others... Well, there weren't any dirty secrets if they simply saw all of them, huh? That was one of the most fucked up things you've heard until that day. - "And can you like... Not share with them?" - You wondered after at least two-minutes-lasting silence. - "When you're good at playing mind games or you're a total asshole, constantly thinking about something unpleasant, theoretically, you can hide some of your memories... But trust me, we've been in each other's heads for enough of a long time. Mind games start to bore you to death after some time." - "But it's better than seeing someone bending Betty from the gas station over a table, ain't it? I'm sorry, but I can't stand the bare thought of seeing my friends... Doing stuff. Yuck." - At that, Jacob snickered - which fluidly translated to a burst of happy laughter. - "I'm talking years of being in each other's heads. Not just... Weeks or months. No matter how hard you'd try to conceal everything, there's always a small moment of vulnerability, which can tell others everything, especially when you imprint. Then you don't care about how the miserable singles perceive your all-day projection of a happy relationship." - Jacob mumbled then, his expression coldening at the end of his statement.

Again, there was this hint of sadness and the other Jacob taking over the wheel, steering the ship for now. Yet now, you were to jump straight into the sadness. - "Come again? Imprinting? And what's that about?" - You asked, reminding him that most of this is all news for you. You've never been inside the consciousness of the pack - you never saw Quil constantly gushing over his precious Claire, or before, you couldn't hear Sam thinking of Emily. At the start, it was sweet, but occasionally, it started to feel like flexing on the members who hadn't found the one yet. - "That's another form of slavery we, as the werewolves, participate in." - Jacob tried to joke around, but the tone of his voice gave him in. - "Okay, I'm ready to hear about that."

It wasn't making Jacob easy to talk about the imprinting, trying to explain it to someone - again. But he did. He talked about endless love where the wolf had no choice but to listen to the damn calling of his imprintee. He couldn't leave, he couldn't just stop loving them, the wolves had no choice in this matter. It was one of the most unfair and disgusting, weird things you've heard about that evening. But it made you think... Maybe this was why Jacob was so sour about Bella all the time. He imprinted - and she just let his trust go, becoming a vampire. She let him suffer, alone and unwanted. - "Did it..." - "No." - Jacob answered before you've even finished your question. So that wasn't what happened either - but you were positive that something similar to it had happened. The idea simply haunted you - how would it feel to fall for someone without choosing to do so? Without any reasoning?

On the other hand, it must've been extremely freeing. Not to think about doing right and wrong, just to do as your head tells you to - to love, admire and care for a person until the point it almost kills you, not to put yourself and your feelings in the first place... Damn. It had pros and cons. - "Okay." - You said when you've settled all the ideas inside your head. - "When we'll be doing it? I mean, when you're going to show me?" - Well, you certainly weren't fucking around. There was no question about IF Jake's going to show you, the question asked was starting with WHEN. On one hand, you've had the right to know more about it. On the other hand, it was none of your fucking business - especially with the vampires lurking around Forks.

And as usual for Jacob, he chooses the less logical solution. - "Tonight. I have a watch over the Ozette lake and I'm supposed to be alone there. Also, it's not probable for the leeches to track us out there." - Jacob was never the best with making good decisions, that was the first thing going on there. The second matter was that Jacob was sure you'd follow him into the woods - and if you'd drop dead again, Seth couldn't be the prince to rescue this time. The third thing about this situation was that it would be most likely the best solution, for a few days, to stick with one of the wolves. The trackers hadn't come across the few drops you've let in the forest when you banged your forehead into a damn root - they'd surely soon do so since it was quite smelly.

Now, when you were on board with everything, it also wasn't so crazy to ask you about borrowing a t-shirt from you. Sure, other boys and mainly Sam won't be too happy with how much did Jacob tell you - yet it was better than you walking around without having any clue. He could leave out some parts, for sure, but why would he do so? He was in a fucking shitty situation - no way in hell would he be pretending that everything on the planet is a-ok. - "Okay." - You chimed happily. Suddenly, you whipped folds with papers on the table, working as you ate the last crumpets on your plate. - "Also, there's this one problem." - "The money doesn't add up? " - Jacob asked back, his eyes glued to the TV. - "No, I'm just almost done with all the papers I was able to find there. You don't have the business for too long, do you?

At this, another bit of the conversation was started - Jacob told you how he got the old workshop from a mechanic who was too old to keep up. Of course, he paid something for the business, but it was more of a symbolic amount of money than a huge sum. Jacob also started to keep the record about all the gigs he has taken since he started to work as the new mechanic; yet despite his best tries, he was a messy person - your help was heavily appreciated in this field. This start-up was just what Jacob needed to leave La Push. He was still spending some time at the weekend in there with his dad, Seth, and his other friends, but now, he was trying to get through life on his own.

He dreamt about going on a vacation to somewhere where it's always sunny and warm, but he was still saving up for the dreamy trip of his life. Which, as you guessed, wasn't going too well. Jacob, being the good-willed idiot, was trying to help the needy people who couldn't afford to pay that much for a mechanic and there was a lot of small amounts of money he just... Let go. Just like with you, with Mrs. Peterson, and a ton of other people. So... He was most likely to spend his whole damn life in Forks. - "Yeah, but I mean... I will be done soon. What should I do when all the papers are sorted?" - You asked when the story was ended. - "Well, since you still have a debt, you might as well help me with the gigs, I suppose. Tomorrow, I have one in Sappho and then two cars in La Push, I think. And a routine check-up at the station... And then your car." - Jacob started to count on his fingers, naming every gig he had written into his calendar. - "I don't know anything about cars. And you've told me that you're gonna do something to me if I even get close to one of your cars. The cars don't like me either, just to let you know." - At that, Jacob laughed into the back of his palm. - "I'll be there and I'll show you your way around the cars, I swear. You won't be letting anyone's car blow up on my watch." - And there, it was the start of something so-called a friendship.

As Jacob promised, it could be around 8 p.m. as you both climbed into the tank he called a car. He made sure you've made yourself some hot tea and put it into a Thermo cup, some food, he so made you take your jacket and his raincoat just to be sure you won't feel cold. The whole ride to the unknown was quiet, yet in a nice way. You've been shifting on your seat expectedly, watching your surroundings. There were woods as far as you could see, nothing but deep and dark woods. Suddenly, Jacob turned off the engine and looked at you. You've been in the middle of literal nowhere, yet Jacob was sure you're just where you've been supposed to be. - "Well, come on, we're here." - The man smiled sadly. He was playing out the worst scenarios inside his mind for the last ten minutes and he was just praying you wouldn't fain when he'd show his wolf form to you. - "We'll be walking for half an hour," - "In this pitch-black night? Are you out of your mind?" - At that weak argument, Jacob snickered quite happily.

"I forgot you can't see that well in the dark." - The man scratched the nape of his neck as he looked around. - "But you'll be just fine, trust me. Let's go." - With a quite loud clap, he ventured to the forest head first, not waiting for what you wanted to do. Unexpectedly, you stood still at the trunk of his car while the wildest thoughts raced through your mind. That man told you, just mere hours ago, that there are vam-pi-res somewhere in the woods and now he wanted you to wander somewhere behind him, orienting only through the sounds of his heavy footsteps... Jacob was surely half-insane, you were one hundred percent sure of that. Suddenly, said crazy man popped his head on the other side of the trunk, making you squirm in fear. First, you ducked and tried to hide, but then, your mind clicked as your brain realized it's only Jacob

"Holy mother of shit." - The curse made Jacob grin, but he didn't say a single word as he leaned his elbows to the sides of the said trunk. - "I swear to God that I'll have a heart attack if you keep fucking around with me. You scared me to death."

"What are you so scared about? I've heard everyone looks better in the dark, Y/N, which makes me the best looking man in all of the Forks and La Push." - At that argument, a wide grin appeared on your face. Sure, you still were a bit tense, but as of now, Jacob's presence was calming you down... Which was a thing you thought you'd never say out loud. In the end, he was one grumpy and scary package. As of now, he was tall as a mountain and pretty well-built as far as you could judge; said man could also turn into a wolf at will, so it was a win-win situation. You had to be safe with him even if you didn't want to. - "Debatable." - It was not much more than a silent mumble when you answered Jacob. - "Come on. Don't be a sissy, nothing bad can happen to you. I can't smell anything inhuman in here. You're safe."

To be absolutely exact, Jacob couldn't smell anything other than you. Not that you'd be smelly or smelling funny, your smell was just outrageously strong, even in an opened, windy space. But he was sure that if any leech would be lurking around, he'd either see or smell them. - "Sissy?" - Was the answer you came up with, leaving the safe space behind the trunk. With never-before-seen confidence, you walked up to the edge of the woods, quite literally pulling your sleeves up in the process. - "You called me a sissy? Well, young man, you just outdo yourself. I'm no sissy." - And just like that, you stumbled to the pitch-black dark forest, walking a few steps forward between mossy, cold trees. At first, you still knew Jake's right behind to watch each of the steps you made, yet as the time passed by, the silence was growing louder and louder.

You've made it a few feet into the woods before you realized that you, in fact, were a total sissy. As you walked out of the edge again, you could now see Jacob resting his back on the side of his car, watching you with a small, daring smile. - "I gave you a minute before you walk back out. You impressed me with your time of a minute and fifteen seconds." - "Oh, fuck off. A forest is a freaky place when you can't see even a foot away from you. I almost hit a tree with my forehead." - With a sigh, you caught the straps of your backpack in your palms and looked at him. - "Well, lucky for you, I have a plan B."

First, you didn't know what he was doing - the man kneeled in front of you while showing you his back, waiting for you to do something. What you were supposed to do was in no way clear to you, to be honest. - "Are you climbing on it or not?" - Jacob asked impatiently after almost a minute of getting his knees wet. Were you doing... What? What did the man just ask you to do? To climb on his back? Well, who were you not to deliver?

With all the concentration you had in you and with the best skill you could have while wearing two thick jackets, you climbed on his back, making sure you were holding to his shoulders as firmly as you could. At first, it seemed to be working - with little to no actual force, Jacob walked at least half a mile with you on his back. The only problem was your ass slowly slipping down with each step he took. And suddenly...

"Oh, loca. Did you hurt yourself?" - As soon as Jacob heard a loud wet thud, he knew you've fallen directly on your ass. Yeah, it did hurt a little, but it was nothing you wouldn't walk off pretty easily. - "No, I think I'm good, it's basically nothing." - A mutter along with a sharp curse word left your lips as you tried to pick yourself hard. And you needed to say that it wasn't the easiest task when you couldn't see more than one and a half feet from you. Jacob watched you trying to find a tree nearby with a smirk on his face before he actually bowed down and made sure to pick you up bridal style.

"I can walk on my own, Jesus Christ, Black! I'm heavy!" - A quiet squirm hit Jacob's ears as he started running with you in his arms as if you were nothing but air. Even though you started to wiggle a bit to show you're not consenting to be carried, the man could hear your heart slowly calming down. Just like that, you felt very safe. - "We can talk about that once you start walking properly. You women really need to work on your marches, let me tell you that." - Jacob answered while making his way forward as if you weren't even there. - "It's hard to walk when you can't see for your dear life." - Was the last mutter you left out before curling up closer to the warmth he radiated as you tried to find a better position for yourself to relieve both him and you.

Jacob remembered the forest trail to lake Ozette from the back of his head. During the day, the place could be lovely when any leeches were around - it was a huge body of water laying as far as an eye could see, some shores were beachy, some of them were covered in reeds. When the summer was warm enough, it was one of Jake's favorite spots to take a swim at along with the boys, especially when they decided they are bored of cliff diving for now. As he thought about that, there were many beautiful spots around Washington the guides didn't talk about and which you definitely had to see for yourself - just like that one meadow high up in the mountains, or the canyon cutting the edge between Quileute and Cullen territory. There was just something simply magical about these spots.

It took him a moment to form the right kind of sentence before he started talking. Which, let's be honest, kinda freaked you out - the man was running around a pitch-black forest with you in his arms and nothing more than jean shorts and a plain t-shirt on, barefoot, let you add and he still found to breath to talk to you amidst all of that. - "You know, if we survive all of this in good health..." - Jacob started carefully. It was meant as a joke, but seeing your eyes widen in horror made him realize this wasn't funny to you. - "I mean, when all this is over, because, we will destroy those leeches and that's a promise, I think I have some secret spots for you that you might want to see." - "But... What about my car? Won't it be long repaired by then?" - Ouch. It was a good question, but it hurt the good-hearted Jacob right in the feels; this time, the mean, grumpy guy wasn't in charge.

Yes, he should focus on repairing your car as quickly as he was capable of just to get you out of Forks for good. As a reward, he wouldn't feel the heavy responsibility for another human being who was fully dependant on him and his pack in this scenario. On the other hand... - "What if we don't get the right parts, huh? I think you should start to prepare for prolonging your stay in Forks and by all means, you should find yourself a good part-time job. Newtons always look for a part-time worker." - Even if you could see just a sheer glimpse of his teeth, you knew he was basically smiling from ear to ear.

"Jacob Black, you're one of the best mechanics I've seen," - Wow. That was a huge compliment. Yet, then the second part of the sentence came to play and it ruined the nice thing completely. - "Truth is, I have seen like... One mechanic working. But you seem to be great at what you're doing and with your love for classic cars, there's no way in hell you wouldn't get my Beetle working." - "You meant do say the wreck, didn't you?" - "Oh, fuck you. No more compliments for you, you get cocky too easily." - To keep you in the headspace of winning that small quarrel, Jacob didn't say a word throughout the rest of the way. It wasn't much longer a mere five minutes later when something very bright hit your eyes.

Oh, it was the moon. It made sense - no clouds were in the sky, it was clear and you've also been miles away from the nearest small town. Here, as it reflected in the masses of water, the moon looked as big as never before. When Jacob put you down, you didn't wait for a signal that the proximity of Ozette if vam-pi-re free and just walked to the meadow surrounding it. As it was to be expected, it was cold as hell - there was a huge mass of water in front of you and the wind was blowing; yet your eyes were basically glued to the big, grey, shiny ball on the sky. - "I told you there are some secret spots you might enjoy." - Black grinned as he pressed something to your hand. At first, you just nodded with your mouth opened as you were unable to look away, yet as soon as you realized you're holding a piece of cloth, it hit you - Jacob walk walking back to the edge of the forest's edge, unzipping his jean shorts. It was happening.

With a soft thud, you took down your backpack and turned head first towards the spot the man disappeared at. Nothing more than a splashing of water and soft howling of the wind could be heard, yet you knew exactly what was happening. And when it happened, the sound reminded you of a quiet, strange explosion, you knew that this time, you've been perfectly prepared for what was waiting for you hidden just ten feet away from the nearest tree.

This time, when you saw it, you hadn't fainted. In fact, you stood perfectly still and watched the majestic animals slowly walking towards you.

#the twilight saga #jacob black #jacob black x fem!reader #the werewolf bois are back baby #you'll see them in the next round #they'll make at least a guest appearance #damn it feels good to be back #even if i just finish this series #did you listen to twilight soundtrack?#you should #it's cracked #i swear

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betasuppe · 3 years

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Follow up to this amazing present by @the-writer-nerd-ro where Kei has to go home & tell Obake what's going on...

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The two chattered excitedly on their journey home, but the euphoria of the moment came to a bitter end when they departed the train to start on their separate ways home.

But, before, the two parted, Seth turned & hugged onto Kei extra tightly as one last form of good-bye.

"Everything is going to be fine, Kei. Obake is going to be thrilled, first of all, and Morgan & I will be there every step of the way," they gently reminded Kei with another squeeze. "Just… before you guys settle on names, run them by us first. Can't trust a guy who calls himself something as crazy as 'Obake,' you know?"

Kei laughed raucously & brushed the bangs away from obscuring Seth's face. "You have a valid point, kiddo. And thanks, I'm so glad I have you in my life."

After exchanging another set of good nights, the two began their walks home.

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Like a thief breaking into a stranger's house, Kei carefully snuck through the front door & entered the foyer, trying desperately not to make any noise as she stepped out of her shoes & crept over to the staircase. The house was incredibly quiet & dark, so with any luck, Obake would be asleep & she'd be able to quietly creep into bed without waking her husband up, which would at least give her a bit more time to think of a way to broach the very difficult, life changing news she received at the doctor earlier that day.

But, luck wasn't something Kei usually had on her side - tonight was no exception. As she stepped up to the landing on the upper floor, Kei cursed upon seeing a beam of light coming from the master bedroom. & truthfully, Obake was a raging insomniac, so she shouldn't have been so surprised to find he was still awake. Kei crouched down on the step, her stomach flipping in agony at realizing what she had to do. She stayed there for what seemed like ages before she heard a book shutting, which was followed by a familiar, weary sigh.

"Kei, are you going to hide out on the staircase all night? Or are you at all interested in actually coming to bed?"

The DJ wanted to scream & run down the stairs, out of the house & vanish into the night, but Seth's words echoed in her mind: "Obake will understand… Your kid is going to be lucky to have two of the best parents in San Fransokyo." Kei made a mental note to text them tomorrow to vent about this whole situation, but in the meantime, she steeled up her nerves & shakily stood upright.

"I'm coming! Just… thinking. I'll be right there."

She forced herself to climb up the last few steps & trudged into the bedroom, where Obake was sitting on the bed, his glasses halfway down his nose as he passed her a curt smile, with a few pages of notes & some old looking books spread out around him. At least he made use of his sleepless hours, but even so, Kei wished he was a normal human just this once so she could forget this conversation until the following day.

"What's all this stuff about?" Kei asked nonchalantly as she began shrugging off her hoodie. "Scheming something new up?"

"Yes, I've been thinking about… No, no, nevermind all that - what's going on with you? You're really late &, just now, were you hiding on the stairs? What was that about?" Obake adjusted his glasses as he looked her over & Kei felt her face heat up as he passed her a rather stern look.

"I'm not that late," She mumbled before quickly turning away from him & venturing into the closet to step into something more comfortable. She groaned internally as she slipped away from his piercing gaze, which made her feel just like a little kid that was about to be punished for causing a mess. "I told you the train would have me back around 2AM."

"Kei. I don't know what time you think it is, but it's six o'clock in the morning," came the reply. "You're four hours late."

"Oh," she mumbled, already trying to forget how she took the longest way home possible, taking a trip to the park, a quick stop at one of those 24/7 quick shops for a candy bar & her late night meal at a Noodle Burger on her short walk back from the train station. She began fighting with the hanger as she tried to force it into the jacket's sleeves, her frantic mind in a total panic with how to explain this whole situation to Obake. "Right…"

Her cheeks were still burning painfully hot as she struggled with the simple task. She nearly jumped as a pair of hands gingerly took a hold of her shoulders, finding Obake standing behind her.

"Here, allow me."

"Sure," Kei gulped & stepped back, watching Obake take over & complete the easy task in one simple motion. After a beat, he finally turned around & looked over at his wife, who was practically shrinking under his gaze.

"Kei… what's going on?"

Kei meekly glanced up to him, fearing she'd see anger or annoyance caught in his glare, instead a very worried expression was knotting up his eyebrows.

"Is everything ok?"

"I'm totally fine!" She replied casually with a grin, though her smile slowly began fading as she realized she couldn't lie to him about this, even if she wanted to. "Er, ok I'm, like, mostly fine, that is. I… I think you should sit down."

"Hell, now, you have me worried! Why do I need to sit?"

"Hey, if you don't wanna sit, I do! I've been on my aching feet all night. C'mon, 'Bake." He simply followed Kei back into the bedroom, where she plopped down on the bed & patted the empty space to her side. Instead, he remained standing, his arms crossing sternly across his chest.

"Well? Go ahead. Out with it, then."

Kei chuckled dryly, her stomach knotting up miserably as a cold sweat began running down her back. "You know how we've been talking about the future & all that sort of stuff lately?"

Obake tilted his head in interest. "Yes. And…?"

"Well, like, we've talked about what we want out of the future & that sort of thing? All that stuff that'll make us happy & whatever? And you know that one particular thing we both agreed would be especially awesome, but we weren't sure when it would be best to do? So, we just kinda decided to put it on the back burner, to worry about it later? Well… we don't have to worry about it anymore, because that thing is happening now."

He shook his head & laughed mirthlessly. "I'm afraid you've lost me. What on earth are you talking about?"

"Omg, I'm such an idiot," Kei groaned. Suddenly seizing up in embarrassment, she covered her rosy face with her hands as best as she could. "Let me put it this way: Obake, I'm pregnant."

She peeked through her fingers to watch his face as her words sunk in. That annoyed expression he was wearing quickly dissolved into disbelief & a gentle glow began lighting up the side of his face.

"You… you're serious, aren't you? You're actually pregnant? And we're having a kid? Us? Together?" His knees seemed to give out & he suddenly knelt down at her side. He took a hold of her hands, gingerly pulling them away from obscuring her face so he could clutch desperately onto her. "Is this… This is really happening?"

"Yes," she smiled feebly through tears that were pooling at the corners of her eyes. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad?! I'm the very opposite! Kei, my dear, I couldn't be happier!" He leapt back on his feet & pulled Kei upright with him, dragging her into an especially tight hug. She squeezed hard onto him, relishing in that particularly strong glow he was letting off on the side of his face. "Darling, when did you find out? I hope you weren't out there hiding from me tonight!"

"If I'm honest… I was terrified of telling you! But, it's not because of you! It's just that… I'm too used to messing everything up. I wanted this to be a good thing for both of us, you know?" She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. "And, don't worry, I only found out this morning. I thought I had an odd stomach bug & wanted to get checked out before the show &... well, here we are!"

"This is utterly magnificent." Obake gazed at Kei tenderly, gently drying her cheeks as her laughter transformed into a case of hiccups. "And, unless I'm mistaken, I can at least assume that Seth & Morgan know, right?"

"You damn well know I tell Seth everything, even before you," Kei smirked, burying her face in his shirt. "I love you, 'Bake, but Seth is always with me, so they got to know first & helped me figure out what to tell you."

"Well, I'm glad they were there for you today, Kei." Obake pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "And now… our little family is going to be getting a little bigger. Imagine that."

Kei only sighed happily as she snuggled up in Obake's arms.

For a girl who grew up fearing she'd never have a place in the world, let alone ever make a family of her own, Kei had proudly found an odd little niche of her very own where she was simply flourishing with an absolute madman as her partner in crime.

Who could've ever seen this coming‽

#bh6 the series #dj parasite #kei tanaka #obake #obakei #seth drake #stardust angel #nok writes #AAAAAA I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO OOC FOR ANYONE #IF YOU DONT LIKE IT PLZ BE NICE #OK THANKS BYE #nok talks

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fortysevenswrites · 3 years

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Fic Premise You Would/Should Write: The Gecko/Fuller Prank War Of (Insert Year Here) escalates as quickly as you would expect.

I could absolutely see myself writing this. It would be as cracky and as absurd as ever, and would probably start with a suuuuuuuper innocuous argument between Kate and Seth, and Kate, being the secretly devious one we know and love, does the first prank. Seth retaliates, and it explodes from there. Kate ends up teaming up with Richie and Kalinda, while Seth (reluctantly) teams up with Kisa and Scott, who are coincidentally both in town at the same time as the nonsense.

And, of course, this ALL masks Kate and Seth’s RAGING sexual tension and ends up with them realizing that instead of playing pranks, they should just bang.

Obviously.

Send me a fic premise I would TOTALLY write and I’ll tell you about it

#asked and answered

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captain-mcdavid · 4 years

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word count: 2.6k

smut: yes | no

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of a break in (tw)

It’s early morning when you finally drag yourself off the couch and to the bathroom. Your apartment is pitch black around you, and the clock on your counter reads 3:48. You peal off the outfit you wore to the bar, tossing the garments carelessly on the floor while you reach for the robe on the back of the door. The silk feels out of place on your sticky skin, but you tie it on anyway, eyes drifting up to your reflection for the first time since you stepped into the bathroom.

You look like a wreck. The mascara and eye shadow you put on earlier was not in it’s correct place, tears washing it to the tops of your cheeks. Hair a complete mess of tangles falling past your shoulders. It’s pathetic really, how upset you are, and how much it shows.

You should have seen it coming.

Slowly the makeup comes off, and the tangles come out, and the more normal you look, the more normal you feel. You finish off with some lavender lotion on your arms and neck, hoping the scent will make you tired, because at this point, you’re not sure if you’ll sleep at all.

You’re just about to head to the kitchen to make some tea when you hear the sound of your front door closing. You freeze in your place, stomach dropping to the floor. You can almost feel the color drain from your face, shaky hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

There’s a bang that follows, and an audible grunt while footsteps thud towards the living room.

You look around for something, anything that will help you in this situation, but there’s nothing, your phone is back in the living room, and there’s nothing that resembles a weapon anywhere.

Leaning out the doorway of the bathroom, you can’t see anyone down the hall, and the footsteps have stopped. Your eyes catch on the vase that sits on the side table in the hallway, and with a surge of confidence, you toe as quietly as you can out of the bathroom, clutching onto the vase like your life depends on it.

Your heart actually feels cold when you think about whoever the hell is in here with you having a weapon. If they have a knife, or heaven forbid a gun, the vase you’re holding isn’t gonna be near enough to stop them.

You near the end of the hallway, and your heart is pounding so fast and loud that you’re sure the intruder can probably hear it too. The foot steps start again, and as they get closer and closer you clutch the vase harder, tears spilling over your cheeks again while you listen carefully for the movements of the person.

They take one another step, and they’re so close now, so you listen for one more before turning the corner, clenching your eyes shut while you swing the vase blindly at whoever is there.

Your makeshift weapon doesn’t make contact with anything, it’s pulled from your hand while the intruder shouts, “What the fuck?”

You open your eyes as soon as you hear his voice, because you’d recognize it anywhere. He stares at you with wide eyes for a second, and you have to take him in slowly before you can let out the breathe you were holding, slumping exasperatedly with a choked noise as Josh shoves the vase onto the counter, lurching forward to crowd you into his chest. “Hey, hey- it’s just me!” He says, and you relax against him, letting out a sob while you wait for the adrenaline to leave your system. “It’s just me, Y/N! I’m here, you’re safe,” He whispers, but you don’t quite believe it yet. “You’re safe,” He repeats, like he can sense your doubt.

“Fuck, I can feel your heart pounding,” He pulls you into him tighter, and you close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing, sucking in air until your shoulders rise. Josh rubs your back soothingly, and finally you feel your body start to relax. “You’re okay, you’re okay,”

His hand wanders up, smoothing your hair while he rests his cheek on the top on your head, and that’s when you finally have the mind to ask questions. You push him away forcefully while you look him up and down just to be sure, “What the hell are you doing, Josh? I thought I was about to fucking die,” You cry, and he takes another step forward, reaching out for you but you mimic him, stepping back just as quickly.

His shoulders fall the slightest bit, and he looks at his feet with a clenched jaw before speaking, “You could have, you left your door open. You need to be more careful,”

You scoff, pulling your robe tighter around yourself while you roll your eyes. “Quit mansplaining, that doesn’t give you the right to just walk in,”

“I knocked,” He fires back, and you just shake your head, “It was quiet, but I knocked.”

“Why are you here?”

“Cause I want to explain,” He says, and before you can jump in, he’s starting again, “Since this whole thing started neither one of us have stopped being angry long enough to let the other talk, and I think if we just listen to each other-,”

That’s where you cut him off. “I don’t want to talk. You’ve made it more than clear how you feel about me, I don’t need any explanations, I just want to move on,”

“Y/N. please, let’s just-,”

“No,” You cut him off for the second time and his fists ball up at his sides. “Seriously Josh, this is toxic. I’m mad at you, you’re mad at me, it’s never ending, and I can’t do it anymore,”

He mumbles something under his breath and you raise your eyebrows in question, wondering if you heard him right, “What did you say?”

This time he speaks louder, looking you dead in the eye. “It’s not you that I’m mad at.”

This pushes you over the edge, and he’s looking at you like you’re psycho because this sends you into full blown laughter. “Well, you could have fooled me! It sure seemed like you were mad when you fled the country after I went to Seth’s, and then yelled at me over the phone when I tried to tell you what happened,” Josh rolls his eyes and it fuels you to keep going, voice thick with sarcasm, “It also seemed like you were pretty mad when I left the bar with Seth too-,”

“Okay!” Josh finalizes, “Look, I didn’t come here to fight, honestly. I just wanna explain.”

You give him a weary look, and as much as you want to be strong and kick him out after all the shit he’s pulled, you find yourself wanting to give in. After all you’ve done some bad stuff too and you would have loved the opportunity to explain.

“I know you think I don’t care, but would I be standing here if I didn’t?”

After thinking carefully, you finally nod, and he sighs.

You end up on the couch, Josh extending his arm over the back while he takes a deep breathe, “So I guess I’ll just start from the beginning?” You nod, and he directs his eyes somewhere else while he clears his throat. “So Lindsay and I met like, I don’t know- two years ago maybe? It was like two or three months before I met you.” He says her name and all you can do is cringe, but you listen none the less, “We slept together a few times, but we were never together, I was seeing other people and I assumed she was too, but I don’t know she got a little crazy so I just stopped talking to her.”

That sounded familiar. Did you get a little crazy too? Is that what turned him off?

“Few months later I met you, and yeah, we had a good time, then we stopped talking, and the next time I saw the both of you was at the bar,”

It’s honestly comedic how he’s managing to make it sound like things ended seamlessly with the two of you. We stopped talking? You think to yourself. Nope, that was just you.

“To be honest that night I barely even paid attention to Lindsay, I knew she was there but I didn’t care, all I saw was you.”

You want to scoff at how cheesy that is, but you force yourself to stay silent, eyes falling to your lap as you try to process what he’s saying. “You’ve kind of always had that effect on me, honestly.” He says it bashfully, like he’s not comfortable with the words coming out of his mouth. “I know you’re not gonna believe me when I say this, but after we started up again I wasn’t seeing anyone else. And then that month came where you were gone, and it had been like three weeks since I’d seen you when Lindsay called. I shouldn’t have answered but I was feeling like shit, I thought you were done with me so I picked up, and she came over.”

You bite your lip, trying to blink away the images that are flashing through your head.

“I swear to god, the moment I hung up the phone, I knew I fucked up. I knew she was your friend and that it was wrong, and I was ready to tell her go home as soon as I opened the door, but she didn’t really take no for an answer. She said all sorts of things, she said you weren’t friends anymore and that you hadn’t talked in like weeks. She said she’d heard you’d moved on and were with some other guy, I don’t know all this shit, and the more she kept on going the more I felt like a total loser, and we ended up making out a little bit, and it almost went further, but I stopped it.”

Your eyes snap up at this, because you weren’t expecting that, the words falling out of your mouth in disbelief, “Wait, you didn’t sleep with her?”

He shakes his head, and you feel like a weight should be lifted of your shoulders, but there’s nothing.

“I told her to leave, and she was pissed but she went home. And that’s when she left her jacket. And then you came over like a week later, and we started hanging out again and it was the same as before, I was just focused on you. I had completely forgotten about Lindsay. And then came Boone’s party, and I saw the two of you come in together, with your other friend and I kind of panicked. I avoided you almost the entire night because I didn’t want to see Lindsay. So then when we went up into Boone’s room I followed, and I let you lie because I didn’t want you to know that I had seen you earlier. I was watching you talk to Seth, and you were laughing, and I don’t know, fuck, it made me so nervous because you ghosted me for like a month, and seeing you with Seth just made me insecure, I don’t know. So I lied, cause of that, and cause I was so terrified that you were gonna find out about Lindsay.”

His face turns read, and he rubs uncomfortably at the back of his neck, and you can see how nervous he is, but he continues anyway. “Then when we clinched a playoff spot, and had that party at Ryan’s, and you were hanging out with Seth, and it just kinda drove me off the edge. You came to the party with me, but you weren’t actually mine, and thinking about you with someone else- fuck, I hated it. I was so pissed that night,”

It was the same night that he let it slip that he saw you and Seth at Boone’s, it was when things started to unravel.

“Then we beat Tampa and yeah, fuck- I just, I saw that text from Lindsay on your phone,” He actually looks pained talking about it, and you feel guilty all over again.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to say this.” He starts, running his hand through his hair repeatedly, eyes darting around the room. “I just-,” He starts again, but stops, and you wait patiently, stomach erupting with nerves while you listen. “I felt like shit, cause I actually liked you. Like you were the first girl in forever that I actually had feelings for, and then to find out that it was fake? I don’t know I lost it,”

You try not to let your head spin at his confession, because you’ve been waiting for him to say that for so long, but there’s still so much more you need to know, so you continue to listen.

“I was so pissed, but I had to focus on the playoffs, so I just ignored you, which wasn’t right, but I didn’t know how else to handle it. And then we lost game six and I got hurt and you came over, and to be honest, I hadn’t even thought about Lindsay for weeks, and then you found that fucking jacket, and I could literally see everything going up in flames around me, and I didn’t deal with it well, I was an asshole, but you were so mad, and I knew what I did was worse, but I was still so hurt I couldn’t just let it go. I had no fucking idea what I was feeling so I kept texting you, and you wouldn’t answer, so I went to go talk to Seth, and then I saw your purse on the table,”

He pauses for a second after that, and you bite the insides of your cheeks, hearing all this makes you realize just how bad you fucked up.

“That just kind of confirmed what I was thinking, that text from Lindsay and you seeing Seth, I was so sure that you were just playing me, and I was pissed, so I left. And I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have hit Seth either, but I don’t know, I was feeling so much shit, and I was being impulsive. I don’t know, it was just hard. That’s when we talked on the phone, and I said a lot of shit I shouldn’t have said. We went the whole summer without talking, and I barely talked to Seth either. So when I got back into town, I just wanted things to be okay with me and him so I asked him to pick me up from the airport so we could talk. He explained what happened that night, told me everything, and then when we got back to my place, I played the answering machine, and that’s when we heard your message,” He chuckles a little bit as he says it, and even though your ears burn with embarrassment, you can’t help but smile a little bit.

“I went over to your place right after that,” Your eyes widen when you hear him say that cause you don’t remember seeing him until your run in at the thai place. What was he talking about?

“I don’t know what I was expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t what I got. I was ready to forget everything honestly, and then he opened the door, and-.”

“Wait what?” You stop him, speaking for the first time since you sat down, “You came to my house? Who opened the door?”

Josh looks confused, “Yeah? I came the day I got back, but that guy Blake opened the door.”

Oh my god. That day that Blake was at your place, when he was acting all weird after he answered the door. It was because it wasn’t Mr. Danby at the door...

It was Josh.

#gpp fic #liv writes #josh anderson #josh anderson imagine #columbus blue jackets #columbus blue jackets imagine #nhl imagine

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writteninart · 3 years

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(For the hc's) Seth keeps a Journel to try and be like Patton, but literally almost never writes in it

Firstly I thank you so much that you were kind enough to write all the asks again. Here's your hc, enjoy yourself ❤️ Sorry it's not long

Oh and ease remember it's my first hc I've ever wrote so don't expect it to be ideal.

12 year old Seth chased upstairs like a shadow and bursted into the attic tightly pressing something tucked under his shirt. Once again he quickly made sure no one (especially his sister) suddenly wouldn't come here until he was done. After making sure he will be alone the dark haired boy closed the door quietly and made his way to his messy bed. On his way he grabbed one of his pens and pulled out from under his shirt a middle sized peculiar journal, sitting on the bed. It was covered with some skin alike material and had thick yellowish cards. He found it somewhere in Newel and Doren's stuff when he was there a couple days ago.

A couple minutes ago Seth came up with a great idea, he would start writing a journal. But another thing, nobody, and I mean nobody could know, he wouldn't hear the end of it. He opened the old note book and thought about what to write. He didn't know actually how to start it, no way he was gonna write some cheesy and all mishy-mushy stuff like: "Dear Diary". No, it had to be something way more entertaining than that. He closed the gap between the pen and journal and started improvising, he doesn't expect much because he surely wasn't a writer.

"I thought, why not?

Hi, my name's Seth Sorenson and I'm a Shadow Charmer. On regular days I go to school and try to concentrate on learning (at least that's what I say), then I go home, bicker with my sister and just daily basis things. And although I'm not Patton Burgess I guess my life isn't less exciting sometimes. Hear me out..."

Seth started with something like this, he felt kind of proud and smiled a little starting to write down anything what came to his mind. Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly shoved the journal under his bed and hided the pen. After a second the door flew open showing no-one else but Warren Burgess himself.

"Your Grandmother sent me here for you, dinners ready" The man said with a smile. Warren was dressed casually, some black sweatpants, a white T-shirt and some sports shoes. Seth looked up at him.

"Be down in a minute" Seth replied getting up.

Warren nodded - See you in a minute then - And then he made his way back down to the hall.

Making sure that Warren has no intention in turning back the boy grabbed the journal and quickly hid it in the closet where nobody really looked in. When he made sure that nobody will find it he guided his steps to the others downstairs.

**************

Seth's Grandma decided that it's time he threw out all the clothes that doesn't fit on him anymore. He really grew over the past almost year, he started as a not so tall boy and now is taller than most. So you had to agree that it was time to actually throw the clothes away even tho Seth was internally complaining and literally throwing all the to small clothes on the floor.

'Kendra didn't even grow too much'

He almost laught at that thought. At the same time he pulled at a particular shirt making something fall to the ground. Seth instinctively he catched it mid air before the thing reached the ground. He looked at it with furrowed brows, remembering what it is, he opened it.

"I thought why not

Hi my name's Seth Sorenson..."

He was actually surprised that... It's still there? It didn't have legs. Seth didn't know. He looked at the journal and smiled because he never continued writing it even tho it had more than ten filled pages. He quickly put it back not wanting to throw it away and left the room with the clothes.

When he came back he added a couple things to the journal.

*****************

At age 15 Seth totally forgot about the journal except for one day when he was actually searching for some more fancy clothes. Over the past years Seth grows up a little bit more, his shaggy dark hair was now ear length and skin really just a little bit more tanned than before. He also had a very slim with athletic muscles. But although, he never changed much in personality, he was more mature but still had the confident air around him and in his posture and words, and still had the mischief sparkling in his eyes. The thought of Seth's Journal was actually really random. He grabbed the note book and opened it. He didn't even remember it. Maybe it's time to do something he always wanted. He ran downstairs and into the garden.

He greeted everyone downstairs including Knox, Tess, Tanu and Vanessa.

Everyone changed in these past years, no Kendra didn't grow at which Seth and Knox still laughed about, but she was more curvy than the last time and trimmed her hair a little bit. Knox grew taller but was still shorter than Seth and except that he didn't really change. Tess grew tall and let her hair grow past her shoulders. Now she had bangs. Although she was older she still sometimes dressed in fairy dresses when she was sure nobody was looking. Well she never checks good. And then, nobody else really changed.

Seth walked to the doors.

"And where do you think you are going young man?" The fifteen year old heard a familiar voice, he turned around and saw grandpa.

"To the garden"

"Why, it's only 7AM you never go out this early"

The diary wasn't the actual reason why he firstly woke up so early in the morning but something else. He shrugged with a smile.

"I'm back in a minute"

He said chasing out.

"That boy will never change"

He heard Grandpa mutter under his nose. He was sure he could even hear a small smile on his lips before Stan disapeared in the house. Seth kneeled in a place further from the house and started burying the book. He actually did it with his powers, he trained himself after Ronodin kidnapped him and he actually found out some new cool powers. When he sighed a little hole he threw the book into the hole and buried it.

"All done"

He said to himself before he turned back home to change.

That all are questions that can be taken in different ways. But I'm curious to what you are thinking.

Where do you think Seth is going?

What was written down in the journal?

Who do you think found it?

And why did he bury it?

#seth sorenson #kendra sorenson #vanessa santoro #warren burgess #knox larsen #tess larsen #tanu fablehaven #fablehaven #dragonwatch #dragonwatch spoilers #headcanon #dale burgess #bracken

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 3 years

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Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Six) (B. Urie x Reader)

"DAMN BOYS," Ambrose wolf-whistled, letting his gaze wonder up and down as he approached you and Brendon at the bar with Reigns and Rollins in tow, "Have you ever seen anyone so attractive? So undeniably sexy?" He bit his lip and nodded appreciatively, then looked at you and gave a big smile. "Oh hey, (Y/N). You look good, too."

Unimpressed and unamused by his colleague's teasing, Brendon delivered a death stare in the Hound's direction before softly clicking his tongue and downing the remainder of his drink.

"Back so soon; I guess that means that the mission was successful?" you queried, arching a brow as you addressed the towering agents.

"Well it was definitely... eventful," Rollins answered. Your bodyguard's jaw tensed at the choice of words.

As Rollins and Reigns stepped around to properly greet you, Brendon took the opportunity to grip Ambrose's jacket and yank him closer. He growled lowly into his ear.

"The fuck are you guys doing back? And be warned that there's only one acceptable answer to that question."

The agents were so close to one another that Dean could smell the bourbon on Brendon's breath, and feel the vibrations of his voice on his skin. The blond gently shoved him back and smoothed the creases Brendon's fist had created in his jacket.

"Ease up on the suit, dude – it's a rental," the Hound complained, maintaining a perfectly jovial expression despite the furious one adorned on his counterpart's face, "And to answer your question... we're back because we got a lead."

Brendon frowned. "What kind of a lead?"

"The kind that-"

"Ambrose!" Your voice pierced through the air and halted their conversation, prompting them to both look to you expectantly. "Your friends are wusses. Wanna do tequila shots with me?"

Behind you, Reigns and Rollins stood vigourously shaking their heads and mouthing the word 'NO' over and over. As always, the third Hound totally disregarded his friends' instructions and proceeded to do his own thing.

"Fuck yeah!" He strutted over and picked up the salt shaker from the bar top. "When in Vegas..."

Cheering, you picked up a second shaker and the two of you went through the motions of taking a tequila shot. You were busy downing the alcohol when Rollins sidled up next to a seething Brendon.

"You wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Puffing out his cheeks and exhaling, Rollins turned to face Brendon and began speaking in a hushed tone.

"Alright so, two things... one, we got a lead for this 'runaway-couple' mission and that's why we're back."

Now properly irritated, Brendon had to physically grip the edge of the bar to keep from lashing out. He'd given them explicit instructions to not return until they'd done what they were supposed to, and yet, return is what they did.

"You couldn't have called?" the brooding agent grumbled. "(Y/N) and I could've handled it. You had more important things to take care of."

Pushing himself away from the bar stool he'd been leaning against, Rollins straightened himself up and pointed at the other agent.

"Which brings me to thing number two – we didn't find Mason. BUT," the Architect made sure to elaborate as quickly as possible, "we're pretty sure that he's dead."

Red.

Red was all that Brendon saw.

However, for the sake of not drawing attention and blowing their cover, he suppressed his rage.

"Prettysure?" he echoed, voice eeriely calm, "You're prettysure? Do you have any idea what I will-"

"Before you bring the place down..." Rollins held his hands out in an attempt to combat the hostility radiating off of Brendon. "We have it on good authority that he's dead."

Taking a step forward, Brendon leaned in and narrowed his eyes. His tongue darted across his bottom lip. "And whose authority would that be, exactly?"

"A friend."

The Hound's face was earnest; he was clearly wholly convinced that the information he'd received was correct, and upon realising this, Brendon relaxed ever so slightly. He trusted the man in front of him, and would take his word as truth.

"Okay." Standing down, Brendon nodded slowly. "Okay. Good."

The sound of what was your and Ambrose's fourth tequila shot glass clinking against the top of the bar reverberated through the area, immediately drawing the attention of the two agents. Reigns was trying to prevent you from going in for another, but was failing miserably.

With frustrated sighs, Brendon and Seth made their way over and wrestled the shot glasses away from both of you.

"Will you quit it?" Rollins scolded his friend, knocking the plate of lemon slices away with a scowl. "We can't follow through with the plan if you're wasted."

"And the plan is what, exactly?" Brendon queried, furrowing his brow as he wiped the grains of salt off of your hand.

The three Hounds shared an unreadable look, then all stared at Brendon uneasily.

"We think it's a solid one," Reigns explained, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets and cocking one brow, "But you're not gonna like it..."

✧✧✧

Twenty minutes later. The music lounge.

"Just tell me what the plan is," you groaned, tugging on Brendon's arm while you had a hand wrapped around it.

The Hounds had explained what the lead was – according to their source, there was a concealed area of the casino that the kidnappers operated out of and wherein the abducted couples were held until transport. This 'lair' was reportedly accessible through the back area of the music lounge.

As far as leads went, this one wasn't particularly plausible, but it was the only one any of you had conjured up so far, and all of you were firm believers that any and all leads should be followed up on.

Your bodyguard and the other three agents had rudely excluded you from the earlier discussion of what exactly the plan involved, so as you shuffled along the carpeted lounge floor, you were entirely in the dark about what was about to go down.

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you're drunk." He looked at you disapprovingly. "And we can't take any chances. So you'll just sit right here," he led you to one of the couches and gently guided you into the seat, "and let us handle it."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. "Typical men. Always thinking you're better because you got the muscles and the charm and the-" you made a disgusted face "-testosterone. I could totally pull off this plan, you know!"

"Of course you could, babe." Glancing over his shoulder, he motioned something to one of the passing waiters before refocusing on you. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head to the side and raised his brows. "But not like this."

You clicked your tongue and waved one hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

"You most definitely are not. And I must say, I'm crazy disappointed in how low your tolerance is."

"Whatever," you mumbled, slouching back into the soft couch and gazing out across the lounge.

Moments later, Brendon placed a ginger ale on the table in front of you. "Drink up. It'd be nice if you were at least slightly sober for this."

You obliged, and with the straw dancing across your lips, you frowned up at him. "For what?"

"This."

The alcohol coursing through your veins had slowed down your brain's processing abilities greatly, and it was only once Brendon was standing on stage with a microphone in his hand that you fully comprehended what was going on.

"Oh... my... god."

The opening notes of a song you didn't recognise blared through the speakers scattered around the lounge, garnering the attention of every person in the room and drawing their eyes toward the stage. The stage on which your bodyguard stood, face as emotionless as ever, but hands gripping the micstand with familiarity.

You stared, wholly captivated, watching as his hands slowly danced along the shaft of the mic, his fingers tapping along to the music that sounded through the air. As the gentle beat in the opening picked up, it was joined by a guitar riff, and when the drums jumped in soon after, your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as you saw how Brendon reacted to it.

His usually perfectly quiffed hair bounded out of place as he banged his head back and forth, rocking out to the track with such vigour that you were completely convinced that the man that stood up there was not your stone-hearted, icy bodyguard.

But then he started singing.

And you knew that it most definitely was.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, burn my lungs and curse my eyes," he started, silencing everyone and everything in the room.

"I've lost control and I don't want it back; I'm going numb, I've been hijacked," he sang, slightly bumping up and down to the melody, "It's a fucking drag..."

He locked eyes with you, peering deep into your soul, and proceeded to sing his heart out.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah..."

Stepping down from the stage, he ran a hand through his hair to push it back and swaggered over in your direction. Heart hammering in your chest, all you could do was sit there and watch; you couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you couldn't even think.

You were entirely puzzled as to why he was doing this, especially since he'd so often reminded you that he "doesn't sing." But you didn't dare question it. It was far too magical.

His voice was so powerful yet so angelic and each time he started singing again, you were drawn back in. You watched, entranced, as he commanded the room in such an effortless manner it was unreal.

Diverting his path, he turned to the right of you and began singing to the lady in red sitting alone at a table.

"It's better to burn than to fade away, it's better to leave than to be replaced,"

She blushed, clearly flattered, and you scoffed under your breath. Before the jealously could really set in though, he pulled away and strutted over to another table. This one had a group of girls around it – all of whom were shamelessly gawking at the gorgegous man performing in front of them.

"I'm losing to you,

Baby, I'm no match,

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked,

It's a fucking drag," he serenaded each one of them in turn, and they were practically drooling over him.

The intial shock and elatedness at hearing him sing had worn off now – mostly due to his show of obnoxious flirting – and you sat back in the couch, unimpressed.

Thankfully, he moved away from the girls before any of them could grab onto him. Now, he sashayed across the dance floor and towards the bar with each and every pair of eyes in the room focused on his every move, all of which were incredibly graceful and showman-like.

Reaching out to grab the edge of the bar top, he used it to spin himself around as he delivered the pre-chorus for the second time.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,"

In a movement so fluid and quick, he darted his eyes over to the far end of the lounge. It was so subtle and undercover that you were the only one able to catch it; and that was merely because of your heightened senses and agent training.

Knitting your brows together, you looked over to where he had and noticed something you hadn't before – a door, secluded and hidden in the dark but nevertheless surrounded by two bouncers.

At face value, they could've passed as regular patrons of the casino, but their burly nature and stiff body language told you that they were more than that. Although, judging by the tapping of their feet and slight bobbing of their heads, they were enjoying Brendon's performance just as much as everyone else.

And then it dawned on you.

Straightening up in your seat, you turned back around and watched wide-eyed as Brendon climbed atop the bar in one swift movement.

This was a distraction.

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah,"

The agent leapt off the bar, pressing his feet to the backrest of one of the stools and using it to slide down to the floor. Your eyebrows raised and you couldn't help but smile at his smooth moves.

Yet again, he approached a woman. This one, however, was with a partner and as a show of respect, Brendon didn't spend toomuch time serenading her.

"Just one more hit and then we're through,

'Cause you could never love me back,"

He turned his attention fully on you, as he started taking slow steps to your table. The two of you locked eyes again, and your lips parted slightly as he got closer.

"Cut every tie I have to you,

'Cause your love's a fucking drag,

But I need it so bad," he closed his eyes and shook his head lightly, now practically right in front of you.

"Your love's a fucking dra-a-a-ag,

But I need it so bad."

He ran his fingers along your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Preparing to belt out the final chorus, he took one step back and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeahhhhh."

Pulling you up and out of your seat, Brendon gripped you flush against his body and as the audience in the lounge gave him a standing ovation, hegave youthe most passionate kiss of your life.

So passionate, in fact, that you nearly passed out.

"Hey," he whispered, steadying you as your knees buckled, "You alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah," you were breathless, both from the kiss and from his performance.

"Good." He looked over his shoulder, noting that the two bouncers were now gone. "Let's get out of here."

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argylemnwrites · 4 years

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Life Changes

Pairing: Seth Levine x MC (Jessica Parker)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries (about 5 years after Book 3)

Word Count: ~2000

Rating: PG

Summary: A surprise statement from Jessica might mean doubling a blessing for their family.

Author’s Note: Written for the “Things You Said” prompt 19. The things you said when we were the happiest we ever were as requested by @drakewalker04 and Day 9 of the Choices March Challenge (Euphoria). Trigger warning for discussions of infertility and adoption.

“Come on, Ben. What do you say we stack some blocks? I hear they’re all the hottest thing with the daycare crowd.”

Ben let out a long string of random consonants as Seth laid down on his stomach across from him, watching him bang two blocks together.

“Sorry, sorry! My mistake. No plebeian daycare for the child of the Hollywood elite, only a personal nanny,” he said, picking up one of the yellow blocks laying on the floor and placing it on top of the red one that was sitting in front of Ben. Ben watched Seth’s movements and tried to imitate them, but got frustrated pretty quickly when he knocked the yellow block off in an attempt to add a blue one.

Seth wanted to scoop his son in his arms and just talk to him, as he was finding that usually soothed him pretty quickly, but he kept demonstrating the stacking motion. He knew Jessica would have his head if he quit working on fine motor tasks. He thought Ben was doing fine, all things considered. After all, he’d only been in LA for about three weeks at this point, and he was already more vocal, even if he didn’t have any words yet, and he was responding to his new name like a total champ.

But Jessica had taken him to the international adoption clinic at UCLA earlier this week, and after meeting with a developmental specialist and a therapist had come home with about 57 tasks that she and him needed to work on with Ben to help catch him up when it came to his fine motor and speech development and to try and ease the transition from a Ugandan orphanage to a Brentwood home. This was in addition, of course, to all the research she’d done since they’d first considered adopting.

But after all the pain and heartache and frustration it had taken to get to this point, all the tears and disappointment and fatigue that came with trying and trying for years, all the stress and paperwork and need to let control over anything fly out the window once they’d decided on an international adoption, letting Jessica go back to her Type A ways, particularly when she was focused on making things the best they could be for their son, seemed like a pretty reasonable thing. The truth was that Seth was so insanely happy about finally getting to be a father that he would agree to just about anything Jessica wanted, particularly since her connection with Ben hadn’t been quite as instantaneous as his was. But things were progressing, and they clearly both loved being able to bring their son home.

“So… I’m late.”

Her voice interrupted Seth’s thoughts. He looked up towards the doorway, taking in Jessica standing there in a pale pink jumpsuit. “Relax, Iowa. Chazz isn’t picking you up for…” he trailed off, sliding his phone out of his back pocket and checking the time, “20 minutes.” He looked back down at Ben, who was now just sliding the blocks across the floor, babbling excitedly as he did so.

“No, not late for something. I’m late.”

His head jerked back up at that. It had been a long time since those words had brought him or her any sort of hope. A very long time. Her cycles had been pretty irregular since she’d gone off the pill all those years ago, and anytime they’d thought it had been “too long” to just be her cycle in the past, it had been followed by disappointment.

“How late are we talking here?”

Jessica waited a moment before she answered, “My last period was… four months ago.”

“Holy shi-” but he cut himself off at the look in Jessica’s eyes. It would be just his luck to have his son’s first word be a swear.

“It is probably nothing. With all the stress and travel and everything, I could be this late for no real reason. With everything going on, I hadn’t really notice even, but…”

“What?”

“The dress I was gonna wear to brunch didn’t zip all the way.”

“Okay. Okay,” Seth said, nodding slowly, scooping up Ben into his arms as he stood up, “I think you have to take a pregnancy test.”

She sighed at that. “I know. Do we even have any left?”

“Probably,” he said, joining her in the hallway and heading towards their ensuite. “It felt like we were buying them in bulk for a while.”

“Do they go bad?” Jessica asked as she rummaged through the little cabinet that was right inside their bathroom, digging past extra toilet paper, Kleenex, and tampons, to the ovulation and pregnancy tests that had been shoved away after too many months of negatives. Sure, they’d never gone back to actively preventing pregnancy, but once they’d committed to the adoption path for growing their family, there had been this sort of unspoken agreement to not go back to that regimented, painful, stressful, calculated pattern of trying, and the tests had just been kept out of sight.

After several seconds of hunting, Jessica pulled a little pink box scanning over it quickly, “Well, looks like it’s good for another couple months,” she said once she found the date printed on the side, but she made no move to step further into the bathroom.

“You can do this, Iowa. No matter what it says, it’s gonna be okay.”

She breathed in and out deeply a few times before she spoke, “This was never the plan, Seth. We were supposed to get pregnant within a year of trying, and when that didn’t happen, we saw Dr. Agrawal and she was supposed to help us figure out how to get pregnant, and when that didn’t happen, we were supposed to find our kids through adoption and-”

“Jessica, you’re right,” he interrupted before Jessica could spiral any further. “Nothing has gone to plan here. Why would you expect bringing our son home and settling into being parents to be any different?”

“I just wanted something to go right, just one thing.”

Seth paused for a moment. It was rare when he had to be the optimistic one in their household, instead typically using some self-deprecation and humor to cope while Jessica was usually able to plan their way to better days in her mind. But right now, she needed him to keep spirits high.

“Hey!” he said, settling Ben onto his hip with one arm, sliding his free hand over her jaw and neck, “I think having this little guy in our lives has been pretty alright!”

“I know, I didn’t mean that… of course finally meeting our son has been wonderful.”

“Jessica…” he sighed out, tilting her head up slightly to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. I know this is a lot to go through, and I get that having to take another one of these probably brings back all sorts of awful memories I can only begin to imagine.”

“It’s not just that, Seth. I.. I don’t even know if I’m more scared of the test being positive or negative. Because negative, well you and I have been through that in the past, and while it hurts, I know we’ll get through it again. But positive…” Jessica trailed off, taking a deep breath before she continued, “We’ve never been there before. And what if we get all excited and something bad happens? I traveled internationally, and I definitely haven’t been taking precautions like I’m pregnant.

“And what does being excited even mean about us as parents? We just brought him home and I don’t… I don’t want to act like he’s just a consolation prize, and does being happy undermine how wonderful it felt to have him and hold him as ours? And he’s just going to be getting used to us and his life with us, and then what? We throw an infant into the mix?”

Seth shook his head, “Remember how when we first met with the adoption agency, and they told us we had to be prepared to just take this one step at a time? Well, I think the same thing applies here.”

Jessica nodded and let out a big sigh, “You know I’m not always the best at that.”

“Trust me, Jessica. If I could pee on that stick for you and it would be at all helpful, I’d do it. And while biology wasn’t my favorite subject in high school, I’m at least 70% sure that won’t work.”

She gave him a little smile before taking a step back and shutting the door in his face. After a couple of minutes, he heard a flush and the faucet running, so he knocked and entered.

“Alright, just a couple of minutes until the moment of truth,” she said, drying her hands on the teal towel hanging next to the sink.

“How did we use to distract each other while we waited for these things to cook?” Seth asked, bouncing Ben on his hip and handing him the towel he was reaching for.

Jessica actually let out a little chuckle, “I think by the end, we just resigned ourselves to them being negative.” She reached over and grabbed Ben snuggling him close. “Be honest, Seth. What do you want it to be?”

Seth shrugged, “We always said we wanted two or three kids.”

“So you want it to be positive?”

“I mean, yeah? That’s nothing new. I’ve always hoped that we’d get a positive one day. Do you not want a positive?”

Jessica ran her hand over Ben’s curls before she answered. “I don’t know if I’m just so convinced that it will be negative that I’m trying to not get my hopes up, or the thought of having two children under the age of… two,” she said, clearly doing some quick math, “just has me terrified. I mean, I barely am figuring out how to be a mother to him.”

“Pssh, Iowa. You’ve survived a Markus von Groot set. You really think two babies as cute as this guy are going to be worse to deal with than a temperamental Dutchman?”

Jessica genuinely laughed at that, her head thrown back and her blonde curls bounding across her shoulder as Ben continued to pass the towel from one hand to another. Seth figured it was a testament to how worked up she was, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test, that she hadn’t commented on how passing objects from one hand to another was something they were supposed to work on with him.

After a few more tense, painful moments the alarm chirped on Jessica’s phone. They both turned to look at the white plastic stick on the side of the sink, Jessica flipping it over as she’d done so many times before. But this time, it wasn’t one vertical line. It was two.

“Oh my God,” said Seth after a few seconds, finally finding his voice. “Jessica...:”

He turned to face her, taking in her wide eyes, a slight glisten noticeable in the corners, a smile spreading across her lips. “Seth, we’re… We’re gonna have another baby.”

Seth pulled her into a tight hug, Ben sandwiched in between them. Well, Ben and their child currently growing inside Jessica. He felt so full of joy, of hope, and of contentment. It was like the feeling he’d gotten when they’d first seen a picture of Ben, this feeling of euphoric potential. But now not only was there a child coming to him and Jessica, but he had his son right there with him this time. It was everything.

“I know we shouldn’t get carried away,” Jessica mumbled into his chest, “But Seth, I’m just…”

“I know, Jessica. Me too. Me too.”

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hydemeincradle · 4 years

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Far Away - Chapter 1 - Seth megafic

Welcome to the beginning of my Seth mega fic! I have currently written it all (but it needs editing and chaptering) and has a total of 22k (which will go up in editing). I have spent all year writing this and I am really hoping you all like it. Expect many more chapters ;) Link to my fic masterpost (where all the chapters of this will go): https://hydemeincradle.tumblr.com/post/187532565674/fic-masterpost Word Count: 2464

Notes: As always much love to my waifu @stupidoafofspades for helping me with this in many ways, including editing, cheering me on, and generally being awesome and the bestest ever <3 This fic is a mix of things, but as a lot of my writing goes, it does have a lot of angst and I’m hoping lots of feels! But there is fun times too! (I’m going to hide now before @chiefofpigs starts chasing me with a newspaper again for taking everyone to Angst City all aboard the feels train :D ) Without further ado, enjoy :3

Chapter 1: A Jacket for Two

I’d ran down the cobbled streets of the Central Quarter so many times, it felt like any other day. My hand started to slip from Seth’s as he pulled me along, and I worried for a moment I’d fall too far behind.

The once blue sky was now filled with plumes of black smoke and dust clogged the air. The brightest days always did come crashing down harder.

“Quick, let’s get you in a carriage,” Seth said coughing. “It might be safer.”

The Central Quarter had been quiet ever since the evacuation. The bustling streets were now filled with Black Army officers, all running back into the open. As we had secured the winding alleys, strange devices had been found. Our small group had been lucky, we’d ran. Others didn’t get the chance. Looking back it’d been too simple, the Red Army had backed down quickly and Fenrir’s troops had pushed them back to the Red Bridge. It had become a stalemate, and for the past few days we’d camped here securing what we could.

A flash, a terrible blinding bright light, and then... everything. A rush of dust and screams so loud, I didn’t even realise they were mine. Blood, bodies, confusion, chaos.

“Maya? Maya?” Seth’s frantic calls were broken by coughing.

I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t see anything. My eyes were scrunched up tight as I tried to understand what was happening.

An explosion. It had to be.

I was too slow to stop the magic. I thought we had ran far enough.

“Maya?”

I opened my eyes to be laying in the dirt surrounded by rubble, the buildings around us now broken and falling.

“There you are.”

Seth rushed into view, face covered in dust and blood. He dropped to his knees and took hold of my hand tight, frowning, glancing around in fear.

I tried to speak, it came out as a coughing mess. I couldn’t breathe, the air too thick and... oh geez the world began to spin and I couldn’t think, oh I couldn’t think at all.

“Oh sweetie.” His voice held such pain I wanted to cry. “Don’t move.”

He reached into his torn jacket and brought out a handkerchief, then dabbed it at my cheek. It came away bloodied and all I could do was stare. I tried to reach up to him but my body barely responded. No, no, let me… Fresh blood rolled down his soft skin and I wanted so desperately to wipe it away.

“It’s going to be alright Maya.” His voice caught and shuddered. “Listen to me, I just n-need to sort this for you and then we c-can get out of here and—”

“Seth?” He sat back and rested his chin against his chest for a moment. Although his hair fell and obscured his eyes, I knew he was crying. “Are you—”

“It’s going to be fine,” he whispered. With the pain in his voice I swore he was trying to convince himself not me.

My head thumped and screamed in pain, I just wanted to curl up and cry. I tried to move, but Seth grabbed my shoulders.

“Please don’t move.”

“But I—”

I placed my hand on his arm, leaving a bloody handprint. “No, no. Sweetie, stay still for me.”

“Seth!” I panicked, staring at it in shock. “There’s… blood.”

“I know, I know,” he soothed. “But we’ll sort it. I just need to do a little adjustment to your dress, and it will be fine. Trust me.”

Bang.

I flinched and Seth covered me immediately. His face hovered near, his tears pattering on my cheeks. Somewhere bricks crashed and skittered across the ground.

“Was that..?”

Seth paused then glanced around. “A gunshot.”

“Fenrir? Oh no, is he alright?”

“I don’t know,” Seth whispered. “I need to…” He pulled out one of his knives and tried to smile. “We’ll have to b-buy you another dress. Go on a shopping trip.”

The cold knife pressed against my arm and I felt as it run along, slicing through the fabric of my sleeve. Pain lanced through me as it moved, I glanced down to see it bloodied and strewn in the dirt.

“I-I’m… I need to use some of your dress for the next bit. I’m sorry.”

Seth reached down and pulled at my skirt, lifting the top layer and folding it back. Then with his knife, he started cutting at the underskirt, tearing strips away.

“I’m nearly done, I just need to cover it.”

“What?” I winced as I felt the strips press down, I wanted to kick and scream but I bit down on my lip. As Seth’s face hovered near I fought my fatigue and reached up to his face, holding his cheek, “you’re bleeding.”

“So are you.” I cried out as Seth pulled the next strip tight, my fingernails pressing against his skin. Bright pain surged through me, leaving me breathless and frozen. “I’m here, sweetie.” Seth’s hand held mine against his face tight. “Listen to me, it’s over for now. We need to get out of here.”

I nodded, my movements stiff. Somehow I managed to sit up with Seth’s help, and finally I realised the extent of everything. There was nothing left. Just rocks and the edges of buildings. It can’t have been just one explosion. I saw as other army members lay in the rubble bleeding, crying out, some weren’t moving. They… They weren’t…

“Seth,” I said with tears flooding my eyes. “I’m scared.”

Warm arms wrapped around me as Seth held me tight, tighter than ever before. I found my head resting against his chest, against the torn fabric of his favourite jacket, against the solid sound of his heartbeat thumping. The tiniest smile broke all the horror; at least I knew he was alive. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I could feel a calm washing over me, I clung to him not wanting to ever let go. If I just closed my eyes for a moment I could imagine being far away from all this, just laying somewhere listening to this same melodic beat. Oh! I let go, awkwardly moving away, all too aware of what I’d been thinking. Seth’s teary brown eyes watched as I felt a flush grow across my cheeks. I’d held on a little too tight, been a little too careless.

“Maya? What’s wrong?”

“We should go.” I glanced away, in the corner of my eye I spotted another flash of light. I screamed, “no!”

Another explosion rattled through the debris, the force sending Seth forwards. The faint outline of my deflection lingered for a moment, it hadn’t stopped it all, just enough. Exhaustion flooded through me and all I wanted was to slump down and sleep. Seth grabbed my hands and dragged me back up to my feet.

“Come on. We need to get you out of here.”

Around us people were scrambling and fleeing, all hurrying back towards Black territory.

“I’m so tired.”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” Step by step he gently led me away, holding my hands tight. “We’ll be back soon and then you can sleep as much as you like. And after you wake up we’ll do something fun and we’ll have tea in our matching cups again.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Hey,” called a voice from behind us. “Come this way instead.” I glanced to find Oliver hurrying through the rubble towards us. “No doubt this goofball got herself hurt.” Seth paused and I looked up at him. “Blanc has gone to get Kyle and any other doctors. You’ll be safer this way.”

“Safer?” Seth frowned and shook his head. “No, we are going back to headquarters.”

“And if more explosions happen then? Just come with me.”

“How is—”

"I work with magic crystals every day,” he hissed. “Do you really think I don't have protections?"

I heard Seth sigh as he held on to me tighter. He began to pull me in the direction of Blanc’s house instead.

“Aren’t you hurt too?” I asked him, his brown eyes watching my every move.

“I’ll be fine.”

Oliver followed us quietly as he stared at the mess. We slowly worked our through it, my tired legs threatening to give way at any moment. I was so tired and felt like I could sleep for days. Seth’s strong hands kept me going, kept me safe; with him I didn’t feel scared and it warmed my heart. I was so glad that of all the people here, it was him with me.

I stopped outside of Blanc’s house and looked to him, “Seth, I...”

He reached out and stroked my hair. “What is it, sweetie?”

“I don’t understand why… all this and…”

I paused, took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to try again.

“Get in here already, dummy.” Oliver hissed from the doorway. “It’s not safe out there.”

I winced, sighed, and left it there. My mind was fuzzy and I struggled to think. I would try again later instead when my thoughts might come easier.

Still holding his hand, we entered the blue roofed house, all clean and unharmed from the blasts.

“Are you sure it’s safe here Oliver?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “This stupid war is on our doorstep but we always are unscathed. Whatever happened, it was meant to harm the Black Army, so there shouldn’t be an attack here. And like I said, I have my protections.”

I followed Oliver through the house and crumpled down on the sofa, glad to finally have somewhere to rest.

“You look exhausted, I’ll make some tea.” Oliver wandered off into the kitchen, grumbling to himself.

Seth nodded. “Yes and rest up too sweetie. You were exhausted before all… this.” He glanced out the window and let go of my hands. “I am going back out there to help the others.”

“But—” I reached out to Seth then stopped. He was right. I couldn’t let my feelings come first when there could be others out there hurt. “Make sure you stay safe out there,” I added eventually.

“I’ll be back before you know it Alice ☆” Seth said trying to be his cheerful self.

I wanted for that to be enough, and normally it would be, but my mind couldn’t wrap around what had just happened and I didn’t want to let go of him just yet. I wished I could be selfish for an extra moment. Seth dropped the facade quick, realising that it wasn’t working. I watched as he unclipped his knife belt, slipped off his jacket, and then draped it over my shoulders. I winced as it brushed my arm.

“Maybe this will help.”

I felt my cheeks flush and I tried to smile. “Thank you, Seth.”

“Yes, yes, go on already.” Oliver said shooing Seth back out the door. “I will watch over her.” As they walked, I managed to catch a whisper something which sent a chill down my spine. “And if I find out you or those friends of yours are behind any of this…”

I clutched onto Seth’s jacket tighter. What did that even mean? What did they know? I was tired, scared, and hurt. Maybe I was misreading the whole thing.

“You two make me sick.” Oliver grumbled, going back to the tea to pour into the small cups.

“What?”

“Who do you think I mean dummy? You and him. I think I'm going to choke on the sweet air.” Oliver concentrated on his tea adding a lump of sugar and swirled everything around.

Me and him? A blush heated my cheeks. “No, you’ve got it all wrong—”

“Uhuh.”

“—he was just watching out for me and he cares a lot.”

“Can you really be that dense?” Oliver stared at me a moment before returning to his cup. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected more from you of all people.”

“Hey.” I felt my cheeks burning now, my heart latching onto his words hoping they were true.

Oliver smiled slightly. “It’s good to see you being you.”

I stopped to frown, realising what Oliver had been doing. This had been a diversion all to cheer me up. I reached for my tea and sipped, hiding my expression behind the cup. Oliver did care really, underneath it all.

“How is your arm?”

I paused and looked towards it, the fabric still in place where Seth had wrapped it tight. Blood soaked into it and it hurt like hell, but I was still riding a wave of adrenaline. I wanted to touch the bandage, see what was wrong, but I pulled away knowing it would make it bleed more.

“It hurts now you reminded me of it, gee thanks.”

Oliver was quiet a moment before he continued. “That idiot of a drunk doctor will fix you up well. I’m surprised you managed to get away with just injuries to your arm. The blast looked bad.”

My eyes widened as I remember the sound, the air being forced towards me, sending my body sprawling.

“I just hope everyone else got away with few injuries.” Oliver didn’t respond, instead he sat sipping at his tea. “I feel so useless having to sit here, I want to help them.”

Oliver turned to me with a frown. “You are going to sit there, or I will make you.” I stopped to look at him and he sighed. “So I am not useless too. There’s not much I can do like this, but I can watch over you and make tea. So that’s what I am doing.” I felt bad for him, to feel so powerless being in his child form. “I don’t need your pity. I can see it on your face, dummy.”

I finished my tea and set it down on the table in front of me. “Do you really think Kyle will come to help us when it was the Red Army who attacked us?”

“Yes, unlike the others in that Army, he’s the only one who’d help. You obviously don’t know him well enough if you are asking that question.”

“You don’t need to be so mean all the time,” I hissed.

I didn’t mean to snap, but I was so tired and the hot tea was making me sleepier. My eyes felt heavy and I knew I should try and sleep.

“I’m going into my workshop,” Oliver said standing, “call me if you need anything.”

“But—”

“Rest, sleep, do whatever you want. I need to keep busy.”

I snuggled deeper into Seth’s jacket, it smelt of him and brought a warm comfort. How did such a beautiful day end so bleak?

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