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vee-beeee · 6 months

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Where you lead, I will follow

HIII

Since I posted a super long 2 parter Im going back to short and sweet ones for a hot minute

This is a tad gilmore girls inspired, theres a quote that ive been living by in here lol

Premise: You can Connor go for a walk in the snow during your break, you go get a coffee and Connor is cute

Warnings: Fluff as always, maybe a swear word, quotes lol

Connor x reader

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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4 more minutes

You had to suffer 4 more minutes of Gavin's rambling until you could excuse yourself for your break.

And you needed a coffee desperately, its hard to deal with this guy without it.

"-and that's when I told him he should've checked the body! Hey, Are you even listening?" Gavin leaned forward from his desk, removing his feet from resting on the top, and snapped his fingers right in front of your face. You jumped in surprise, having been totally in a trance staring at the office clock counting down the minutes, and turned to look at him giving him a hard glare. You mumbled a half-hearted "I'm listening Gavin" to appease him before returning your gaze to the clock. Gavin seemed satisfied and started talking again, going off on another story about how he insulted some poor sap on the police force, and you sighed softly before putting your elbows on your desk and placing your cheeks in your hands, choosing to stare out the window now. Resigning yourself to this fate.

But you were saved, by a certain android.

"Detective, would I be able to accompany you on your break?"

You tilted your head to gaze up at Connor, who was standing before you. His hands were behind his back, his outfit looking clean and neat as always, and he was softly smiling down at you. You beamed up at him, seeing what he was doing, and you nodded gently at him telling him he could.

"Excuse me tin-can, but we were in the middle of something" Gavin leaned back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head, his face twisted in a scowled directed at the poor android.

"Yes, but it is her allotted break time starting-" Connor paused and looked off in the distance for a moment, before returning his gaze to Gavin "now"

The anger on Gavin's face was apparent, but after staring down an unmoving and unblinking Connor for a good 20 seconds, he scoffed and got up to stalk away. You gently stood from your chair, stretching your limbs and grabbing your sweater as you thanked him

"You're a life saver Connor. I don't think I would have lasted another minute." you chuckled as his lips twitched

"I don't think I would have either" You burst out in surprised laughter, while his mouth curved into a smile watching you. You definitely weren't expecting that response.

The pair of you started off, and as you passed by Connor's desk that he shared with a certain eccentric detective you quickly turned to said lieutenant before walking past. "Is it okay if I steal your android Hank?" the older man spun around in his chair, and he rolled his eyes at you both good naturedly, totally hiding a smile. "Fine by me, that'll get him off my ass for a minute" you and Hank chuckled as you watched Connor turn a little blue and look away.

You and Connor left the station after that, and you both walked down the snowy street, on route to your favorite coffee place. It was way colder outside than you remembered this morning, and you began to rub your hands together, breathing into them. Your lips were chapped too, awesome.

"Are you chilly? Do you require a warmer jacket, maybe gloves?" Connor leaned against you, and you pushed against him, smiling as you thought of a response.

"Lip gloss, actually"

Connor turned to you, and you giggled at his reaction. His LED was blinking yellow, and his eyebrows were furrowed. "Why would you need that?" you rolled your eyes dramatically "My lips are chapped, duh" his expression instantly softened, and he made his cute little oh face.

"I'm afraid I don't have that on me, however I can purchase it for next time" you gazed up at him, surprise written all over your expression as he grinned. You both fell into small chuckles, and for the rest of the walk you told him what shades would work the best for him.

He was right about on thing, Your hands were a little cold. You wished you brought gloves.

After acquiring the coffee, you were having trouble holding the hot drink because of how scalding it was. Though the small bit of warmth it brought was welcome.

"I can carry that for you, I don't necessarily input heat" you smiled gratefully at Connor and handed him your drink, taking care not to spill it. But as your hands connected, he grabbed your drink in one and took your hand in another. You stopped walking and gasped in surprise, looking at your linked palms. You turned your gaze up to his face and he was goofily smiling.

"I noticed your hands were cold. I have a setting that allows me to heat mine. Is this okay?" you melted, and looked at him with adoration as a soft smile spread across your face, lacing your hands with him, leaning in closer as well and bumping into him.

"Yes, this is definitely okay"

You walked all the way back to the station, hand in hand with Connor, both of you smiling like idiots.

Yeah, you started dating like a couple days later

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THANKS FOR READING

I hope this hasn't been done before, I added my own spin on it anyways

And I hope you enjoyed!! Its getting colder outside so this came to my mind

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh hank

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blazingphantom · 1 year

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Wendell & Wild Oneshot

Summary: Belzer accidently let's secrets of his last ex-wife slip when drunk and it leaves Helley wondering what else he has went through.

The night came quickly in Rustbank.

But in the large stretch of field near the cemetery where the streetlights didn't shine. The stars were visible twinkling and sparkling in the inky ocean of sky.

A large silhouette sat on a bench on the outlook, orange eyes peering down at his human companion. Helley was donned in a winter coat, hair up in a ponytai. A cool, crisp breeze hitting her face.

Craning her neck looking up at him with a worried expression.

Their little midnight talk was going good. Their conversations always going from slightly serious to downright goofs and jokes. Helley, treating herself with a little bit of wine which Belzer generously handed her.

Which was rich in flavor, a bit tangy but sweet. It was a special concoction made by the infernal beings down In Hell. Thus, Belzer only giving her the tiniest pint- for humans they'd easily be intoxicated just like that. Whilst Belzer seemed to have an endless bottle, pouring himself glasses into a glamorous chalice embedded with diamonds.

Meanwhile the demon lord was chugging the red liquid ravenously.

But as the night drifted on. Their conversation became more serious and solemn in a way. Belzer didn't want it too- but it just.... accidently came out his mouth in slurred speech. "I miss my wife, Helley. Miss her a lot."

Helley frowns to herself lightly- it was all so sudden, seated beside him on the bench. Holding the pint-sized glass gently.

"You had a wife?" She asks, mentally smacking herself for the stupidness of her question. Of course, he did! How else did he have children?

And honestly? She was having a hard time if he is speaking the truth. He clearly was drunk- or tipsy. Helley had some knowledge of demons (not as much as Manberg)- but not enough to know about how much alcohol they could intake.

"Yeah, I did. Didn't go too well, you know." Belzer pointed out the obvious, head slanting to the side. His cheek almost grazing Helley's shoulder. She had gotten used to his physical show of affection over the weeks, especially the shoulder resting.

But now she figured it was from, well, being a bit tipsy.

Helley was feeling torn. Why now was he talking about this? Maybe he really was being serious.

"I think... you've had too much to drink, Belzer." She tries to disengage him from the topic, reaching for the big metallic chalice that was currently secured in his grasp.

Letting loose an amused snort.

Helley didn't realize the error of what she had done, straight away that is. Only when Belzer looked down at her with wide unblinking eyes, practically staring into her soul with vexation.

Oh gosh. He is being serious!

"You think I'm joking?" The demon says, eyebrows forming into a slight frown. Clutching the chalice so hard- it starts to tremble from the force. "Well, I tell ya- I'm not." Wagging a finger directly in her face which makes her smile even more, before recomposing herself.

"No no." Helley reassures him genuinely and quickly. "I apologize Belzer. It was just me being a bit stupid."

Luckily, Belzer's frown dissipates replacing his displeased visage is softer one. A melancholic one.

Taking a long swig of his drink, gulping down its addicting contents, excess droplets trickling down his mouth and onto his beard.

A tiny bit of Helley worries that'll become his habit. Drinking when sad is an awful habit. She would know, it hits close to home for her.

The quiet surrounding them is not so nice now.

"Belzer remember. You're allowed to feel these negative emotions. You can tell me."

Helley inches closer, resting a consoling hand on his arm. She wants him to be able to vent to her when needed. He's still guarded, but that's expected.

After a few more moments of silence. Belzer finally musters up the courage to vent to her again.

"Name was Winona." Belzer starts to tell her, heaving a sudden burp. Helley cringes not so much from his lack of manners, but from the worry that he was going to get a stomachache.

Last thing she wanted was that, and she had a sneaky suspicion the demon lord got cranky when unwell. He's silent for a long while, obviously contemplating. And she's quick to notice the inner turmoil going on inside his mind. His eyes are a dead giveaway, discreetly darting back and forth. "She was my... 5th wife. Or 8th." He continues unsurely, speech still sounding slurred. But sober enough to be telling her this memory. "Winona came to me years ago, interested in starting a relationship. At first it was a fling, since it was a rearranged type deal. But yknow, my feelings for her grew."

Belzer suddenly stops peering down at Helley who nods her head lightly urging him to continue.

"She was... amazing." A dopey grin appears on Belzer's face. Very clearly thinking of his wife.

His memories were foggy, it was so long ago since he'd seen her in person. Belzer had no clue where she was now, he just hoped she was alright. "She gave me Wendell and Wild. My two boys. Who I love very much." Helley found herself smiling, finding this weirdly adorable. She knew Belzer loved the two. But she guessed the alcohol in his system was making him a bit forgetful. "Very special too." "Oh? What made her special?" Helley smiles softly, feeling at ease now as Belzer wasn't making an attempt to compulsively swig down the alcohol.

"I... I can't really recall." Belzer says honestly, eyes drifting to catch Helley's gaze for a second. It had been years and years ago "Well, she.. wasn't a fan of Scream Faire."

Helley sat upright, now scarily on alert. Where was this heading? She prayed it wasn't in the direction it was predicted it would. Her poor friend didn't need more suffering. But knew where this might be heading, oh how she knew.

"Said it was a waste of time." A small drunken giggle leaves Belzer hiccupping into the air, slouching back into the bench, the bountiful amount liquid inside his tum sloshing from the motion, lazily resting a hand on his side.

Helley listens in silence, pity clouding her gaze. Wanting to know what else he would let slip.

"Winona never really talked to me. Responses always short and blunt." Belzer then went on to explain how he'd always shrug it off, thinking she was just the untalkative type. Helley was about to speak her input but decided against it.

Let him keep talking.

"Always struggled to discuss her feelings- never asked for mine. She got defensive quite a lot.. never accepted my affection or showed her affection..."

He then trailed off, listing the evidently negative traits his last wife; Winoma had. Helley remained silent digesting this newfound, and no doubt secretive information.

She knew someone like this once. Finding it odd- yet comforting how she saw some of herself in the blue demon.

But she knew what this was.

"Belzer." Helley interrupts him gently, staring him in the eye with a solemn expression. "Hon... Winona- is what we humans call emotionally unavailable."

Belzer frowns, puzzled by this looking down at Helley with an arched brow. "What does that mean?"

"It means someone is not comfortable feeling or sharing their emotions. Or being present and responsive to someone else's emotions."

All the color is drains from Belzer face. Even the dark blush that dusts his blue cheeks has become fainter. Sitting up straighter, his grip on the chalice tightening harshly. It rattles spillages of red spewing out and onto the floor below.

"That's not true..." Belzer shakes his head lightly, glancing away before looking back. This couldn't be. He knew Winoma was a monster hunter and all that- but this? Maybe they were never really meant to be. So why did Winona choose him- why why?

Helley regards him her dark gaze so sympathetic and sad- but he knows it's true.

Giving a ragged gasp and he raises the chalice to his mouth, downing the leftover wine in what could be seen as desperation.

Maybe if he drank, he'd forget. That's what he knew some humans did.

"Belzer-" Helley says urgently watching with dismay, as he finishes it with an abrupt gasp. Tipping his other hand which clutches the bottle, intent on pouring another glass. "Belzer- hey listen to me. It'll be alright." She comforts him, angling her face so she could peer up at him. Resting her hand on his, and for a long tense moment. He drops the empty chalice which clanks onto the floor- soon after followed by the bottle.

"I didn't know. I didn't..." Belzer murmurs brokenly. Hands clenching into fists and unclenching.

Helley says nothing, for what could she say to him? Not knowing if he could be consolable now. So, she just squeezes his hand, in an attempt to alleviate his mental suffering.

"Belzer, it's not your-" Suddenly swooped up and encased in big blue arms. Helley is starstruck, this was new. Belzer was hugging her- actually hugging her. His arms secured almost crushingly along her back. "...Fault." Once again feeling the dejection radiate off him in waves. "I did love her." He murmurs softly, but how his view of Winona was crumbling down. Did she love him back? He guessed not, since they were divorced.

They made good memories. Mediocre memories? Bad... memories?

Well, whatever happened. Belzer still loved her, even if his love wasn't returned. It was bittersweet yet depressing at the same time.

"Don't want to talk about this anymore?" Helley tenderly asks him. Belzer's nods with a grim expression, gently setting the nun back onto the frosted ground. Feeling a bit better now. "Want to spend the night at mine? I have an extra bedroom, remember?" She reminds him smiling softly, nudging him with her shoulder. His eyes brightening at the suggestion. Despite the prominent haze of intoxication clouding his orange gaze. "I'll take that as a yes." Helley's lips curve into a satisfied smile. Making her way over toward the stone steps that trail down the gargantuan hill. Thud. "Belzer?" Puzzled, she whirls around only to find the giant blue lump face first on the floor. "Yep," Helley whistles tunelessly through her teeth, "definitely drunk now."

Walking over and helping Belzer find his feet, gritting her teeth with exertion. Beginning her descent down the hill leisurely. Belzer gives a small mirthful chuckle, putting all his weight onto Helley, head slumping sideways. "Can we have beer when we get back?" His syllables are slurred, very much intoxicated now. "Nope. You're going straight to bed-" A sudden noise vibrated in her ear. Helley jerks her head away and stares at him. "Belzer, did you BURP in my ear?" "No." Belzer says seriously. The corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly. "That's it no more hot baths for you when you visit." Helley hums decidedly, chuckling softly at Belzer's whining and blabbering. Their voices becoming faint and distant as they vanish down the slope. Wherever you are Winona. I hope you're doing alright.

#MORE BELZER SUFFERING #wendell & wild #just belzer being a sad goof #dysfunctional demon relationships??#kinda lost motivation at the end cos i was tired sksksk #winona isn't my oc but a friends <.3 #humor at the end ig

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jeromeswife · 3 years

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I love your content and I beg of you to write a quicksilver smut plspls also without a mommy kinkll lmao. <3

okay anon so this isn't anything new but !! it's a fic i wrote a while back on my ao3 so enjoy?? hopefully

Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty

pairing: peter maximoff x reader

warnings: smut, some comedy, sarcasm, wanda being wanda

notes: this takes place in wandavision

original link <33

"Hey (Y/N)! Get over here!" I heard Pietro call out from the living room. He and I moved in with Wanda a short month ago so we could spend time with her new family. Still have no recollection of how we ended up here though...

I walked in from the kitchen, sliding my hand along the kitchen aisle. I wondered what he wanted at this time besides twinkies or for me to play with his hair, "What is it, quickie?"

I sat down on his couch. Seriously, Wanda told me that she gave it to him because she's scared of what bodily fluids Pete's gotten on it. Pietro took my hand in his and dramatically sighed, "I'm horny, babe."

I looked at him surprised. I mean, why should I be surprised? Every sense of his body is heightened due to his special ability run god knows how fast. I swung my leg over his lap, sitting and straddling it teasingly. "But what if your sister and her family hear us?"

Pietro wrapped his arms around my waist, humming softly, "Hey, hey, don't worry about it. Wanda and popsicle took the kids to the movies and I can take this as slow," He pulled me closer to him and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Or as fast as you want."

"Why don't we go fast," I trailed my fingers on his chest as he looked down at me with a deep hunger in his brown eyes, "Quickie."

Pietro dragged his hands across my thighs and I brought my hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles that were beneath the surface of soft his skin. I really loved how sensual Pietro was during sex. Well, he was sensual and quite rough. One time he fucked me so hard that I couldn't walk for days, but naturally, Pietro enjoyed it. He had bridal carried me for the rest of that week and held that over my head.

He brought his left hand close to my cheek and bit his lip. I couldn't deny how much Pietro wanted me. I mean, the look in his eyes? Nothing says "I wanna fuck you so hard right now" more than the glint of his eyes. Pietro brushed his fingers across my soft (S/C) and his hands traveled under my shirt. I trembled from the close intimacy, letting a breath fall from my lips. He smirked and smashed his lips against mine. I could already feel myself getting wet.

Our lips moved in perfect synch, his hands running through my (H/T) (H/C) hair. Because of how fast he was, it definitely left a few tangles in my hair; but I didn't care. Pietro was here and loving me. I hoped that we could stay like this forever.

Pietro trailed kisses from my cheek to my chin to my ear, feeling his wet lips leave their mark on my skin. His lips moved closer to my ears, "Babe, you're so hot and perfect."

I felt a burning-like sensation a felt from my core as Pietro slid his hands up further, palming my boobs and massaging them. I moaned quietly at the feeling, moaning out his name, "Pietro..." All I wanted to do was rip his shirt off and let him rock my world.

Pietro dragged his thumb across my nipple, pressing on it lightly. "The way you're melting from my touch," He took his left hand from my face and ripped my heart off in one second, "I want all of you to belong to me, hot stuff."

I groaned as he pressed down harder on my nipple, eliciting a "mmf" from my mouth, "Just rip the damn bra off, you fucking tease." I was so frustrated that I wanted him to touch me so badly. I craved his touch. There was no one else I wanted to fuck me more than Pietro. I wanted his hands all over my body.

And just like that, it was gone in a second and his hands were feeling all around my breasts. The hunger in his eyes deepened as he pressed his soft, wet lips to my left nipple while he palmed the other one. My breath hitched at the way he took it as his own. He bit it and I moaned so hard; I could just tell he was smirking like a dumbass.

Pietro kept sucking on my nipple until I grew super sexually frustrated, "Pietro, didn't you say you were gonna go fast with me?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth upturning, "As you wish, princess."

Pietro trailed kisses from my breasts up to my neck and he sucked on my skin. I bit my lip due to how sensitive that spot was. The feeling of his lips taking over my sweet spot felt like sparks were flying across my skin. Pins and needles flew across my body as he teethed me softly, sucking on the small patch of skin. The sounds of my pretty moans filled Pietro's ears.

He made his way down again, kissing my breasts then down to my abdomen. Pietro gazed at my body, checking me out: was he in love with me?

Pietro suddenly dragged his hands up again, laying me down and pinning my arms above my head. He smirked, "I swear I'm gonna please you, darling. My name is the only thing that'll leave that cute mouth of yours."

I groaned at him playfully and gazed into his eyes, "Didn't expect you to be so dominant, Quickie."

Pietro quickly dragged his lips down to my thighs, kissing the inner sides of them. The sensation sent chills up my spine since I was so sensitive down there. I felt his tongue meet my skin as he moved it to my core, immediately attaching his lips and sucking on my clit.

My wails filled the suburban house as Pietro inhaled my wetness in his mouth, tasting the candy-flavored pre-cum that left my lower lips. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards as he placed his tongue at my entrance, pushing it in. Pietro's wet tongue hit against my walls due to how thick it was and channeled his vibration powers into his mouth muscles. It thrust against my lubricated walls, almost bruising it.

The vibrations caused my thighs to start shaking: I was so desperate for his cock. I craved its warmth and length; its veiny crevices; its thick hardness. I wanted him. "Ugh, c'mon! Just fuck me already, you tease!" I yelled, feeling his soft, dirty blonde hair rub up against my thighs.

Pietro smirked and pulled his tongue out. He towered over me and I saw his sculpted abs and the tent that was inside his shorts. I scrambled up to pull his pants down but I felt him slam me down back onto the couch, "Don't move, princess."

I nodded and I looked at him as he whipped off his shorts in a blink of an eye. Pietro's dick was long and hard, as I imagined it to be. The blue and purple veins stuck out from under his skin and the head curved up, pre-cum dripping on it. He quickly grabbed a condom and slipped it on, eyeing me. Pietro pulled my thighs in with his strong, vascular hands. He gripped my thighs so hard that he could've bruised them. Pietro gulped nervously and looked down at me, "Are you ready?"

"Pietro, I'm more than ready," I affirmed. Pietro placed his tip at the entrance of my pussy, slamming it into me so hard that it moved my entire body. I moaned so loud that Agnes definitely heard us. He already hit my walls with his long cock. It twitched inside me as my cunt adjusted to his thick member.

Pietro groaned at the way my walls adjusted to him, "Oh, (Y/N). You're so fucking tight, my little whore." He dug his fingernails into my thighs, bruising them. He dragged his dick out a bit then slammed it back in at super speed. I groaned at the orgasmic feeling, hearing our skin slapping against each other. Pietro's dick started vibrating inside me as it hit my g-spot and fucked my pussy.

His cock vibrated against me and slammed harder. Pietri groaned and took one of his hands, gripping my ass and slapping it so hard. "Mmf, you're such a slut. You're all mine, babe." He moaned out.

The slap stung but it turned me on even more. I felt my core swell up as his thrusts got so much quicker, "P-Pietro, I'm gonna cum!"

My back curled and I came all over his hard member. My thighs shook as my juices spilled on his cock. He pulled out and ripped off his condom, his cum spraying all over my stomach and chest. Pietro bit his lip and admired his work.

We heard the front door open and stared at each other in horror. "Hello Pietro and (Y/N)," an English accent was heard and bags were dropped on the ground. We looked over and saw that it was Vision. "Honey! Keep the kids in the car! Pietro decided to fuck (Y/N) on the couch and there are fluids all over the place!"

Vision ran out of the house and we laughed in synchronously.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm gonna kill him!" I heard Wanda scream from outside.

Pietro looked at me with fear in his eyes and threw my clothes at me, "(Y/N) run! She's gonna blast me throw the walls again!" And we ran into the hall bathroom, hiding in there from the angry woman.

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tuiccim · 4 years

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The Partner Trap

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 1438

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, sass

Prompt 31. Pranksters trap Person A and Person B together.

Summary: You and Bucky have an abrasive relationship at best until your teammates decide to trap you together.

A/N: This is for @adorkably 100 followers writing challenge! Congratulations, Angelcake! ILYSM!

Tony had bought out the entire fair for Stark Industries and the Avengers. The fairgrounds was alight with music, laughter, and squeals of delight. The Avengers team laughed as Bucky and Clint competed at water guns. Clint proudly carried his prize around and needled Bucky as much as possible. You and Natasha danced around to the band playing. Steve told stories about Coney Island. Sam dragged everyone to the wildest rides. The entire team had a blast as you went from ride to ride together.

The only sour note was the bickering between you and Bucky. Today, it had started when the two of you were forced to sit together on one of the rides and Bucky purposefully took the seat you wanted. It got to the point that Tony threatened to duct tape both your mouth's shut. Natasha and Clint were sent in to separate the two of you.

As the day was coming to a close Nat dragged you to the Mirror Maze. The two of you giggle as you got lost and confused by the maze. You hear someone coming around the corner and turn with a grin expecting Natasha. However, you run into Bucky.

"Ow." You say as you slam into his broad chest.

"Such a whiner." Bucky grouses.

"Such a jerk." You brush past him.

Suddenly, the lights in the maze turn out and you hear doors slamming.

"What the fuck?" You say.

"Hey, you two still in the Mirror Maze." Tony's voice comes over the loud speaker. "You didn't make it out in time, so now you get to stay here until tomorrow morning. Why don't you figure out why the hell you have such a problem with each other. Good night, losers." Half the lights come back on as Tony finishes.

"Tony!" You yell.

"I'm gonna kill you, Tony. Clint, too!" Bucky yells.

"Why Clint?" You ask.

"He's the one that drug me in here." Bucky says.

"Nat made me come in. Those three assholes planned this." You look around at the predicament you find yourself in. Stuck in a disorienting maze with the biggest jerk on the team. "Payback's a bitch!" You yell.

"They're gone. Why are you still yelling?" Bucky snarks.

"Because I fucking want to!" You shout.

"Why are you so annoying?" Bucky yells.

"Why are you such a jerk?" You holler back.

"Whatever." Bucky walks away from you.

"Yeah, go! Go find a way out." You say.

"If I do, I'm not bringing you." Bucky throws over his shoulder.

"Ditto, asshat." You wander through the maze and make your way back to the beginning. There's no way out you can find and the doors are padlocked from the outside. Turning back, you wander until you get to the end where you find Bucky.

"It's padlocked from the outside." He says.

"Same at the front." You say, deciding to try to be civil.

"I could try to punch through it. Metal doesn't seem too thick."

"Oh, yeah, that'll work. I mean we'll be cut to ribbons as the mirrors around us shatter, but go for it." You snark.

"Well, what do you suggest, princess?"

"Don't call me princess, geezer." You lean on one of the mirrors and cross your arms.

"You're the one that started the name calling."

"I believe you called me whiner first." You shoot back.

"Not what I meant, genius." Bucky throws out.

"Oh my God! When are you going to get over that! I called you Mister instead of Sargeant when I met you. It was a slip of the tongue! I wasn't calling you a name." You exclaim.

"It was disrespectful." Bucky growls as he stares into you.

"So was refusing to shake my hand." You spit.

"Well, after the looney bin comment you really expected me to?" Bucky comes toe to toe with you.

"Is that what made you so mad?" You say in disbelief. "I didn't know you had such great love for Senator Nichols. I'm so sorry I offended you." You roll your eyes. Being a supporter of the senator gave you another reason to dislike Barnes. Senator Nichols was an egomaniac with delusions of grandeur.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky looks at you and you see some of his snark melt into real confusion.

"Senator Nichols. I said he needed to be in the looney bin, not joining us for a party. That's why you hate me so much? Because I made a stupid comment about a senator I don't like?" You look at Bucky and watch his face move through an array of emotions. "Barnes?" You try to snap him out of his thoughts when the realization hits you and your mouth drops open. "You thought I was talking about you. You thought I meant you?"

"I, uh, yeah." Bucky says contritely.

"No wonder you hated me. I wouldn't be too keen on me either." You say, reining in a smile.

“So, that comment really wasn’t about me?” Bucky asks.

“I’d never met you. Why would I say something like that about you?” You ask incredulously.

“Because I was a brainwashed Hydra assassin?” Bucky says.

“Well, I guess that’s true. Some asshat might make that comment because of that.”

“Why did you hate me so much then?” Bucky asks.

“Uh, let’s see. You refused to shake my hand, reprimanded me for calling you mister instead of sergeant, and proceeded to treat me with disdain every time I was anywhere near you. Didn't make you very likeable."

"Guilty. I, uh, I'm sorry." Bucky says while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks." You look at him for a second. "Want to start over?" He asks.

"I don't know. I'm pretty good at hating you now. I mean I could do a dissertation on your faults." You grin at him.

"Come on, Doll, give me a chance to prove I'm not a total jerk." Bucky holds out his hand.

You stare at it for a second before putting your hand in his and shaking. "Okay." You smile.

Eventually, the two of you end up sitting across from each other and talking. A few hours go by as you talk, laugh, and learn about each other. You find Bucky sweet and funny. You can tell Bucky's opinion of you shifts as well.

"You're shivering, Doll." Bucky notices.

"It's a little cold." You flash a smile.

"Come sit with me. I'll keep you warm." Bucky grins. You move next to him and cuddle into his side as he wraps an arm around you. "That's better, right?"

"Yeah, thanks." You look into Bucky's eyes. He stares at you and then his gaze drops down to your lips for just a second. You lift your chin and his lips brush against yours lightly.

"Is this okay?" Bucky asks after he pulls back.

"No." You say and reach up to cup his jaw. "I want more." You smile as his lips descend on yours more firmly and his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

Abruptly, the rest of the lights come up and Tony's voice comes over the speaker again. "Okay, you two, that's enough. Break it up. Time to go. You didn't really think I was going to keep you here all night?"

"Still gonna kill you, Tony!" You say as the exit door opens revealing a grinning Natasha and Clint.

"Hey guys. Have fun?" Clint laughs.

Bucky smiles at Clint and then takes off in a chase.

"Won't take Bucky long to catch Clint. Hopefully, he doesn't actually kill-OW!" Nat cuts off when you punch her in the arm.

"Really? You lock us in together?" You seeth.

"Yeah. Did you finally figure out why he hates you?" Nat asks.

"Yeah. He overheard the looney bin comment I made at the party."

"Oh, crap. Did you apologize?"

"For what? I was referring to Senator Nichols with that comment." You smirk.

"No, you weren't. You… you lied to Bucky?" Nat furrows her brow.

"Better than grovelling." You shrug.

"You have to tell him the truth. Apologize." Nat says.

"No. We're in a good place now. He and I can finally be friends. And more." You grin devilishly. "And you won't tell him either."

"What's to stop me?" Nat says.

You simply raise an eyebrow at her.

Nat's eyes widen, "Fine." She says as she stalks away.

A few minutes later, Bucky reappears, "Clint will think twice before pulling a stunt like that again."

"So will Nat." You laugh. "Ready to head home and maybe we can continue our discussion there?"

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"Sounds good, Doll." Bucky says as he wraps an arm around your waist.

Part 2?

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whosaskingwrites · 4 years

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Unrequited (Atsumu x Reader)

A/N: The first one of the series. I'm actually pretty proud of this one for it being the first one on the blog. It went under heavy editing and I think I cut out a whole two pages of pointless dialog. And it still ended up longer than intended. Anyways enjoy!

WARNINGS: Angst. Just angst that's it. And blood mentioned nothing too explicit. One sided love

DATE: Thursday October 22nd, 2020

Details: 4.8 pages 1,792 words

Theme: Hanahaki Disease- The victim begins to have flowers grow in their lungs leading to them coughing up flowers petals this continues getting worse until it causes their death. There's a surgery option to get rid of the flowers but it comes at the price of never feeling love again.

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I stared at the ceiling of my room debating on if I was healthy enough for school. As I sat up my eyes drifted to the yellow petals overflowing from the trash can in the corner.

"Sunflowers," I mumbled as I looked at the petals.

They were supposed to represent happiness but as I looked at the blood flecked petals all I felt was overwhelming sadness. Summer break ended today so maybe I could get away with an I forgot.

"Yeah that sounds good," I said as I got out of bed and stretched.

I felt a cough bubble in my throat as I rushed to the bathroom I placed my hand over my mouth coughing into it. Blood seeped between my fingers as I felt the soft touch of flower petals in my palm. I sighed as the coughing subsided I put the petals on the sink counter. I cleaned the blood on my hands and face before heading back to my room. My limbs already felt weak as I walked it was a struggle to make the ten steps to my room.

"No school today," I sighed out as I laid down on my mattress. I let my eyes slowly slide closed as I fell asleep.

"Y/n," In my sleepy haze I could hear someone saying my name.

"Hey y/n wake up," I slowly opened my eyes and looked to the side. My eyes caught sight of grey hair and eyes looking at me in concern.

"Samu? What are you doin here?" My voice was thick with sleep and my speech was slightly slurred.

"What am I doing here? You haven't answered anyone's calls or texts! I was worried so I left practice to check on you," I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "You left practice? Kita's gonna be mad at you," I sat up which caused Osamu to put a hand infront of me and push me back down.

"He's the one who let me go. If anything Tsumu was mad he also didn't get to come," I coughed at that which Osamu sighed at. "Are you sick?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No I'm fi-" "Don't lie to me," I snapped my head towards him and he was staring back at me.

"I-I'm not lying," he shook his head and lifted his palm. Staring back at me was a single yellow petal dotted with red "Yes, you are," I flinched as I realized he'd figured it out.

"How long?" Osamu was quieter now as he spoke. "A year but it didn't get bad until the beginning of summer break," I whispered back as he placed the petal down on the ground.

"Who is it?" I felt everything I'd kept bottled up break down and tears fill my eyes "You already know," my voice cracked as Osamu sighed and pulled me towards him.

He wrapped both arms around me and pushed my face into the crook of his neck. "I know," he mumbled it as confirmation to my previous statement.

I started coughing again pulling back I covered my mouth with my hand. Osamu's eyes widened when he noticed more blood on the petals as they slipped through my fingers. I started heaving as more petals came up. Osamu left the room coming back with a cup of water and a rag. I put my hands down and watched the petals cover my bedsheets there was a thin red layer covering the petals making them look a reddish orange. I didn't need to look in a mirror to know there was a trail of blood leaking down the side of my mouth.

"Jesus...," Osamu spoke as he looked at me. He took the rag and cleaned my face and hands before giving me the glass of water.

"You let it get this bad?" I could see the concern laced in his grey eyes eyebrows furrowed downwards and mouth pulled down in a frown.

"I didn't realize it was this bad," my throat was scratchy as I spoke taking huge glups of water to sooth the ache the petals left behind.

"What are you going to do?" He asked "The same thing I've been doing. Try to forget about it," He blinked at my response "Is that why you've been ignoring Tsumu?" I nodded slowly. "It hasn't worked though,"

Before we could continue Osamu's phone rang. He answered it slowly "yeah?"

"Don't yeah me Samu! You've been gone for an hour! Get back here!" I could hear Atsumu's yelling through the phone. I got up and heading to the hallway with the glass tucked into my hand.

Suddenly the petals came back in my throat and I started coughing. The glass slipped from my fingers as I collapsed to the ground. It shattered next to me and a few shards cut my hands as I placed them on the floor. The petals came out red instead of the normal bright yellow causing small pools of blood to form around them.

I couldn't breath as I heard my bedroom door get thrown open Osamu stood there wide eyed with terror lacing his features. "Y/n! Hey stay with me!" He dropped to my level ignoring the glass that dug into his uniform pants and probably cut his legs. I saw the fear in his eyes deepen when he saw the amount of blood on the ground.

"Y/n!? What's happening! What's going on with y/n!?" I could still hear Atsumu's yelling despite my coughing. Osamu rapidly hung up and dialed someone else.

"Hello? My friend started coughing up blood and petals and I'm think she's dying please send help!" I could hear the panic in his voice as my eyes started to close. I finally stopped coughing and took deep wheezing breaths. Black spots covered my vision as a wave of exhaustion hit my body.

Osamu took my hand "Hey y/n no. Stay awake," I slowly shook my head in response. "Can't. I'm tired Samu," I mumbled at him. "You have to," Was the last thing he said before darkness over took my vision.

"Remove them!" "Sir, she has to make that decision not you," I let out a light groan as I slowly opened my eyes. Atsumu stood next to my bedside clearly yelling at a doctor.

He looked at me giving the doctor a chance to slip out of the room. "Osamu told me. Who is it?" I flinched at the anger in his voice.

A sense of relief filled me when I realized Osamu hadn't told him everything. "I- I can't tell you," I whispered. "No! No bullshit! Tell me!" I shook my head at him. "Is it Kita? Or Suna? No its Ojiro isn't it or-" I cut him off before he could continue. "It's you!" I yelled back at him.

"Me?" He asked slowly. I nodded in response "You can't love me," I sighed looking down "But I do," I felt those flowers again in my lungs clawing their way up to my throat.

"Well stop loving me!" I balled my fists together as a flash of anger struck me. "I ALREADY TRIED!" my throat burned in protest of the yelling. "I TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED!" "AND IT NEVER WORKED!" tears rolled down my face as I looked at him. His eyes narrowed at me "I can't love you. So get them removed," Atsumu left the room after that leaving me sobbing into my hands.

Osamu walked in soon after "y/n," he whispered my name as he got closer to me. The doctor came in and looked at me sadly. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. All I could manage was a weak nod as I looked at the hospital bed.

"Do either of you know someone who's gone through this procedure before?" Before I could answer Osamu had said something. "Yes...My brother," I looked at Osamu in shock but he was looking away from me.

"Right well I'm going to go check the x-rays and come back and we can schedule the surgery then," I nodded at the doctor as he handed me a glass of water before leaving the room again.

"Atsumu...had Hanahaki Disease?" Osamu finally looked back at me slowly nodding. "He never told me who caused it and he got it removed before telling anyone," I sighed as I looked away.

"You know Samu I used to like sunflowers," I whispered staring out the window. "They were never your favorite flower though," He responded back to me. "You remember?" I turned to him as I asked to discover he was already looking at me. "Yep. Buttercups," I laughed as I nudged him with my shoulder "You only remember because it has butter in the name," He chuckled back at me "You caught me," we smiled at eachother as the doctor came back.

The doctor had a sad look in his eyes as he looked at me. "I don't have good news for you," The smile on my face fell as I looked at the doctor. "The disease has progressed too far for us to remove it," I gasped "W-what?" The doctor looked at me as I felt tears slip down my cheeks "I'm sorry but there's no way we could remove them without killing you," I turned and buried my face into Osamu's chest to hide my tears.

The doctor left as Osamu ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. "Samu...," I whispered and he hummed at me "I just wanted to say thank you for being there and I love you," I mumbled as I began drifting off to sleep the last thing I registered was Osamu responding to me. "...Love you too y/n,"

*third person p.o.v*

"You know Samu this is my fault," Osamu's eyes glanced to his twin who was sadly looking down.

"If I hadn't been a coward and told her...She would still be here and I could still love," He watched Atsumu set a bouquet of buttercups against the cool marble infront of him.

"Her favorite...Maybe that'll comfort her," Atsumu walked away while Osamu looked back at the grave.

Y/n l/n DOB: (b/d) 'She loved until the end'

Osamu felt a cough in his throat as a small yellow flower landed in his palm. It was covered in blood as he stared at it. It matched the ones in the bouquet and a sad laugh left Osamu throat.

"Buttercups huh...," He let the flower leave his palm with the wind as he followed his brother a small sad smile on his face as he whispered one last thing to the wind.

"I love you y/n,"

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daydreamingcrackhead · 3 years

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"You're Worth It"

Bullied!MC x Julian Castillo

You've been spending your months wanting to drop out of high school because of Brian and the rest of his Hearst friends constantly torturing you after school.

You couldn't tell anyone about Brian's violent advances towards you, In the real world, whoever has the most money wins.

Countless attempts of telling someone, Like Emma or Caleb or maybe even a teacher but once you open your mouth, it always ends up in suspense.

Today you're running extra late for your English class.

'Damn it! Ms. Maddox might karate chop me in the face' You thought as you ran through the halls not paying attention to the sign on the floor

You took the wrong step which elicits a squeaking noise from your shoe.

Before your face could meet the cold tile, a strong arm swiftly grabs you by the waist.

You tilted your head up to see none other than football captain, Julian Castillo.

"Oh hi" He grinned awkwardly showing off his perfectly white teeth

A blush rose to your cheeks when you realized how close your faces were. Julian noticed your discomfort and awkwardly pulled back.

"Watch where you're going next time, alright?" He reminded, patting you on the shoulder

You stood there in awestruck watching him walk away with a small goofy grin on your face, who would've thought he was nice especially to someone who's an outcast such as you...Growing up watching cliché high school movies, the jock was always the enemy but Julian made you think otherwise.

You were about to go back to running to class but soon after the bell rung.

"Ugh.." You groaned, ignoring the students who passed you

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-After School-

It was finally home time, your most dreaded hour of the day. They say monsters only come out of night but who knew they can also appear during day?

"Hey little berry" Brian smirked, grabbing your book from your lap

You stare at them with disgust and hatred before getting off of the bench and walking away but suddenly Max grabs your arm.

"I don't think so" He chuckled "Anyways, we have a task for you to do and if you don't do it..."

"-we're getting you and your family evicted!" Kara continued earning a high five from Zoe

Getting your family evicted was the last thing you want, no matter how bad it was...You had no choice but to do as they say.

This time it can't be more worse than the stuff they made you do before...right?

"Okay fine...What do you want?"

With a satisfied smile, Zoe instructed "We want you to sneak into Burke's office and steal the playbook, don't even DARE try to ditch us once you get there"

"O-okay.." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with them

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When you arrived back to school, you were just in time. Coach Burke exited his office to go to the bathroom, leaving the halls completely empty, you took this opportunity to barge into the office and find the playbook.

Tears of regret trailed down your cheeks as you continued your search, you were trapped between doing what's right or doing what's wrong for the good reason.

You stared down at the playbook, imagining the consequences you might face when you get caught.

A knock suddenly appeared followed by Julian's voice "Hello coach?"

Your heart began beating rapidly as the knocks became louder.

You looked around the place for somewhere to hide but unfortunately there were none.

"Coach are you- Y/N? What are you doing here?" His eyes moved from you to the playbook "What are you doing with that?"

You parted your lips, about to reason with him but instead of words, a sob escaped your lips, you dropped to your knees and broke down into tears.

Opening the floodgates of feelings you've been keeping for so long.

Instead of getting angry and reporting you to Principal Hughs, Julian's face softened and he crouched down to your level.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

"Shh...It doesn't matter, Just tell me why you're doing this" The senior interrupted, silencing you by placing his calloused finger on your lips

"Brian.." was the only thing you could say but Julian understood what you meant

Without a word, Julian gets up from the floor, reaching his hand out to you.

You were hesitant yet curious about what Julian was about to do.

With a nod, you put the playbook back to its place and took Julian's hand, letting him lead you somewhere.

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You followed Julian in silence and stopped at the bench where you were cornered by the Hearst kids.

"Hey little berry! Did you get the---Julian?! What are you doing here?!" Brian asks in shock

"Don't act more stupid than you already are Brian! I know what you're doing to Y/N"

Max steps in along with Zoe and Kara "It doesn't matter what you know, this is between me and that penniless brat beside you"

Julian clenched his fist hard enough for veins to pop out and throws it at Max's cheek.

Max was knocked out cold with only a punch, perks of being a football captain was not only gaining fame but also strength.

While Kara and Zoe came to Max's aid, Brian on the other hand let out a scream of anger and kicks Julian at the side.

"Julian!" You shrieked, wrapping your arms around his torso

Julian gives you a weak, reassuring smile before pulling you behind him protectively and punching Brian square in the jaw, knocking him to the concrete next to Max.

With that being done, Julian grabs your wrist once again, taking you to a secluded area.

"I don't understand...How did you know?" You raised an eyebrow at him

"Because i know you would never do something like that and besides you don't even know anything about football" He responded casually

Your eyes suddenly widen in shock when you remembered what Kara told you, Tears started flowing in your eyes again.

Julian held you by the shoulders in concern "Hey what's wrong?"

"I-If I don't give the play book they'll" You paused with hiccup "Get me and my family evicted..."

Julian's lips curled into an apologetic smile, he then wraps his arms around you, placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

"I'll make sure that'll never happen, I won't let Brian or anyone get to you again okay?"

"Okay...But seriously Julian, you didn't have to go all out just for me"

"You're worth it"

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meenah-chan · 3 years

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Quintessence

A Lucifer x MC's Over-protective! Sister fanfic

3.4k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: use of violence; read at your own discretion.

Quintessence

(noun.)

purest essence of a thing.

the intrinsic and central constituent of its character

most perfect embodiment of something

“She is my greatest treasure. If it is for her safety and happiness, I'd gladly sell my soul without any regrets.”

“.. I'm certain you're the most capable for the task and no one else.”

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

A refined silhouette of a ginger-haired female emerged from a black Bentley. With a cold breeze welcoming her, the silky-smooth hands instantly felt cold. Her pale cheeks redden as she puffed out a white mist. Trailing down the cold pavement as she left the parking lot, with only the moonlight as her guide. But the freezing darkness of the night is the least of her concern.

Despite working for two straight days, exhaustion doesn't bother her, for she is brimming with pure delight and excitement.

A week worth of work is done. Now I can spend another 5 days with her... Smile was plastered on her face and warmth enveloped her chest.

It's been 2 weeks since MC, her sister, returned for the wedding of their parents and decided to stay at her place. She should have gone back to her school dorm abroad a week ago, but chose not to. It is slightly since it is semestral break in her school but mainly due to a quarrel between her and 'the Mammon' or whoever he is. Apparently, he used her debit card without permission and withdraw big time only to lose all the money to his compulsive gambling.

"What a total jerk..." Is the only thing that left her mouth when MC told her about the issue. But oh well... Thanks to that fiend, I'm able to spend longer time with my ball of sunshine...

Grinning to herself, she reached the entrance of the apartment building only to be welcomed by the shivering back of a familiar white-haired, tan-skinned guy in brown leather jacket.

She only saw him once in a picture but there's no mistaking it.

"Excuse me mister, please don't block the way." It's the jerk, Mammon.

What a pain. I shouldn't have let him crossed my mind, then he might not have been here...

"Huh?... Oh, hey you. Do 'ya know the PIN number for this gate?" He arrogantly asked.

She just raised an eyebrow. "Why would I tell you?"

"Hey, watch your mouth human. I'm asking here nice—"

"You're Mammon, right?"

"Huh? How'd ya kn—"

"MC have no business with you. Leave before I call the guards."

"I'm MC's sister. Now if you excuse me." She passed by him and tapped her ID to the sensor to enter the building, only to be stopped by a firm grip.

"Stop interruptin' me! And who're ya? Ho—"

"Sister? My human have no sister..." He squinted his eyes, observing her. "You don't look at least alike! And why wouldn't she pick up her phone for 2 weeks already...? Don't tell me... You kidnapped her, don't you?!"

Her blood started to boil from his words. "Your... human? And you said you have no contact with her. How did you know she's here?"

"Of course through GPS, duh." Stating as if it's the most obvious thing to do, her thread of patience finally snapped.

"What...GP...S? You tracked my sister with GPS?! Are you out of your mind?! You demon..." She hissed, shaking his grip off her.

He reached to her shoulders and whispered to her ears, "I can kill you this instant, you kidnapper. So if you value your life, then scamper away. I'm taking my human." He stride pass her into the apartment but in just a few steps, he heard a beeping sound followed by the words, "MC, to the car! Use the emergency stairs, NOW!"

"Demon?" Yet, in response to her reaction, his eyes glinted as if having an idea. "Then what if I really am a demon?" Suddenly, a pair of twisted horns stuck out his head. Wings flapped on the small of his back. His clothes stupendously changed as he emits a bloodcurdling aura, instantly frozing her in horror.

And before he knew it, he was lying on the cold asphalt outside the establishment, holding to his horn and tail from the throbbing pain due to the back throw he barely comprehended.

Snapping a glare back up, he saw an ferocious aquamarine orbs of the lady.

A reaction he doesn't expect. And as if to shake his senses, he watched her tearing on the length of her deep blue pencil skirt up to her hips.

"Oi! Why are you stripping?! Are 'ya a pervert?!" What's she... No, that's not how humans strip, is it? Or does it? Why would she do that? Mammon is perplexed, flustered of the sight before him.

"Why would a demon dawdle around my MC...? What are you planning to do with her? You dare touch a single strand of her hair and I'll drag you to the pits of hell myself, you pervert stalker of a demon!" She snarled at the man on the floor, making Mammon's turn to feel infuriated.

"You..! You're getting into my nerves! That's it! I'mma shred you to pieces!" And he dash towards her.

Wrong move. Just a few inch of grabbing her, he met a heavy blow from her right foot to his gut, squeezing the air out of him. Before he could even recover, she followed with a left high kick under his chin. And then he realized...

Ahhh... So that slit is for a high kick...

Mammon flew, without even using his wings and plummet on his back, unconscious.

That'll... buy us some time. Ahh, right, MC. I should contact her. She should be on her way to the car already—

"Haahhh..." A sigh stopped her halfway her phone. A man clad in black long coat, with black hair parted to the right and ruby eyes emerges from the shadows. "Really... What a troublesome brother..." He mutters to himself, but enough for her to hear.

Brother... Another demon... She clicked her tongue. She knew her chance to escape is gone... but not her sister.

She clicked her speed dial and slid the device onto her right ear. But why? What did her sister to have a demon or two come claiming at her as theirs? Just why?

"MC, why... Ahh, no." It doesn't matter. Tothing matters right now but her beloved's safety. "There's a spare car keys under the car trunk cover. And please throw away your devices. Leave now. And please do not return to your school anymore. It's a dangerous place for you." Unlike before, calmness spread to the tips of her fingers. The only thing she needs to do is hold the bay until her sister leave the vicinity and find a safe place.

But this guy... He's different from the first one. It'll be tricky to hold him off. She scanned him on her peripheral vision.

"Hmm? Did you say MC? Do you perhaps, know her?"

"MC? Hmm... Well, do you?" She smiled at him as if nothing's wrong.

"MC is one of RAD students and an officer of the student council. She's also an important friend. Well, anyways. What happened to this guy here?" The black-haired man kicked the stray arm of Mammon, still in his demon form, to his chest.

"Him? Who knows? He's already here when I arrived." Her eyes smizes as her smile widens.

"He is? Maybe my eyes did fool me when I saw you throw and kick him."

"Yeah? All I said is he's here when I arrived. You did saw it, so why bother asking?" She chuckled at the man.

An amused smirk lines on the man's face. A glint of ominous energy dispersed in the air but didn't faze her a bit.

This causes a wider grin from the male. "Ohhh... You're quite interesting." It's first someone actually bite back at him other than his brothers—namely Satan and Belphegor, and a human woman who met him for the first time nonetheless. She even managed to withstand his intimidation with a smile.

"You knew who I am, do you?"

"Yeah, you're that thing's brother, aren't you? By the way Mr. Demon, I have a question for you." And she's completely aware what I am... Intriguing...

"What is it, Miss Human?" He narrowed his eyes, inspecting every movement her muscles make. Yet, in split second he is eyeing him, her smile suddenly crumbles into horror, which also appalled him.

What did she just realized I'm a demon..? No, she not looking at me anymore... He followed her line of sight and fall to one shadow a few meters behind him.

"Alexa, Lucifer... and Mammon?" A familiar voice rang, calling his attention. "What's happening?"

"MC... Hmm, So you're Alexa.." he returned his gaze, only to find the woman disappear from her spot. She stealthly dashed through his blind spot and hiding MC behind her.

"You hardheaded child... Why are you still in here?" She asked irritably, not removing her eyes from the threat in front of them.

"I'm worried! There seems to be a danger and as if I'm gonna leave you behind. You even said my school is dangerous." MC pouts. "So what's happening? And why is Mammon knocked out and in his demon—" she flinch from her own words.

"D–Demon cosplay!" She laughed nervously, slowly glancing to her sister, only to be petrified by her death stare.

"MC... You knew something about them, don't you?" Terrified, she shifted her gaze to the man in black. He raised an eyebrow, smirking in amusement.

"Lucifer! This is no time to make fun of me! Tell me what happened?"

"It's because of this idiot here," he kicked the demon on the asphalt again, "Taking off here, making trouble and misunderstanding. He even called Miss Alexa here your kidnapper and picking a fight."

MC sighed and glance back at her sister. The stern expression is not there anymore but she is clearly disappointed.

"I didn't inquire you of your sudden disappearance nor the transfer overseas since I know you don't want to talk about it. But I can't really ignore it anymore based on the current circumstances, so spill everything. I have the right to know, right Mr. Lucifer? Or should I call you Mr. Vice president?"

"Lucifer will do. Well, I suppose... Go on MC." Through his confirmation, everything is uncovered to Alexandria. From how she got in RAD, why she is brought there, the program she is undergoing and how her life goes in Devildom.

"What a troublesome program... Out of all the million students..." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

As MC finished her story, gloom filled her chest.

If only I knew that'll be my last day in Devildom, I should have— "Alright. She'll continue the exchange student program."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, confused of the older female's decision. "Hmm? Are you sure?"

"A–Alexa?!" MC gripped and shooked her sisters shoulders vigorously. "What? You'd rather not? Then that's more ideal."

"No! I love Devildom! I'd love to continue studying in RAD!"

"Hmm, figures." She ruffles the younger's hair. "But... I also have my conditions." She shifted her gaze to the demon in black.

"Let's hear it."

"First, I'll be going with her." She held the head of the younger sibling, "I can't ensure her safety if I just leave her in a place swarming of predators."

"That's acceptable. Diavolo's approval won't be hard on that matter. And... The next one is?"

"The final condition, I'll tell President Diavolo myself." Lucifer cocked an eyebrow.

"Come again? Why—"

"My sister's safety is on the line. I won't compromise for something less. Or if you want to end the exchange student program right here, I'm also fine with it." Ruby and Aquamarine orbs bores through each other—the prior one pulling out first.

"Alright, since I'm in no position to make a decision about it."

"Come on. Just let me change my clothes. I'll also prepare my things for a moment."

"Sis? You mean, right now? And change clothes... Ahh!! Your favorite skirt! What happened?!"

"Long story. Anyways, I want to settle this as soon as possible. And these two here came to get you anyways."

"I only came here to clean the mess this idiot made."

"Yeah, yeah. If you say so... Ahh, and call me Alexandria. Only my sister could call me Alexa."

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They reached the Devildom few hours before the morning manifest. At the request of Alexandria, they went straight to Diavolo's residence, the Demon Lord's Castle.

"Welcome to Devildom, Alexandria. I am Diavolo. It's a pleasure to hear that a human like you wished to stay here."

"No, your Highness. It is of the greatest honor to meet a Crown Prince such as yourself, Master Diavolo." A deep curtsy from her gave Lucifer a pleased and impressed smile.

"Oh wow, as a human, I never thought you'd be well informed." Diavolo raised his eyebrows.

"Not at all, your Highness. I just figured it out along the way through your household." Her second statement astound the prince more.

"Amazing... What a curious person you are... Anyways, I heard your case from Lucifer. Tell me your second condition and I'll do my best to satisfy it."

"Then," she looked straight to his eyes, "I want you to make a pact with me," Everyone in the room but her and Diavolo froze from her statement.

"Wha—" MC wobbled on her feet.

"Wait a minute, you impud—" spite Lucifer, standing a few feet away beside Diavolo.

"—or that's my initial plan, but learning of your status in Devildom, that'll be a impudent request on my part." only to be cut off by her. "This concept of pact, it's similar to its meaning in the human world, I presume?"

"Hmm, yes it is, as far as I know." Replied the Demon Prince, serious expression now on his face.

"I see. Then, instead of your Highness making a pact with me... he might be more suitable for the task?" They followed her gaze not far off Diavolo and lands to the demon of pride.

He was repulsed of her sudden attention. "What did you say..?" His horns emerging, his set of huge, dark wings materializing. Despite having his respected Diavolo being beside him, he isn't called the Avatar of Pride for nothing. This shamelessness is just too much. "You, an insignificant human, wants to make a pact with me? Aren't you full of yourself?" Dark matter fill the atmosphere.

"Yes, well... I think a pact is a bit.." Diavolo winced.

"I know I'm asking for too much. But if I won't do this much, I can't protect her. I'm powerless against a demon."

"Hey stop there, human." The sin of greed butt in, "If that's yer' problem, then the Great Mammon here is already in pact with MC so this talk's settled." She looked at him for a second and squinted her eyes. "No, you won't do."

"You—"

"A demon who easily robbed her off all the money she worked hard on earning were definitely not cut to protect her, no– he's a threat to her well-being. Just any other demon won't also do. And this little girl is far too reckless to think of her own welfare. I can even imagine her throwing herself in front of raging demons." The little girl and her greedy demon were rendered speechless.

"That's.... True..." Diavolo and MC's acquaintances sweatdropped. That actually happened...

"Human's life is more fragile and shorter than you beings. I can't consider her pacts can keep her safe."

"I'm also trying my best to trust your race, but this is as far as I could. After all, I already witnessed two demons baring their fangs in front of me. I need an insurance, a bond I could actually hold on to."

"Even if you can't trust us, we also can't trust your words. What do we know? You may use my pact with ill intention. Pacts are absolute. A demon can't decline their master's orders." Lucifer's growl shakes the ground beneath her.

"I don't need you to trust me. Pacts are absolute, so do is the deal within it."

She faced the pair of burning crimson eyes skinning her alive. "I vow to use this pact solely for her safety and no one else. Should I go against it, you can have me. My soul, my whole existence; you can have everything of me."

"Wha—!! A–Alexa?!" MC's voice fell on deaf ears.

"She is my greatest treasure. If it is for her safety and happiness, I'd gladly sell my soul without any regrets." Unwavering, with no sense of lie nor fear her eyes ablaze, sending shiver down his spine.

He felt something: as extreme as as his revererence to the future Demon King; as intense as his fondness and affection towards his brothers.

Throughout the the moment they lock stares, she invades his senses, until she broke it to return her attention to the prince.

"So, is it possible for her to study here or not?"

"Are you sure? You'll really put your life on line?" With seriousness, Diavolo emphasized the weight her offer bears.

"Yes." A single word yet an embodiment of resolution tugs the corners of Diavolo's lips in admiration.

"Now that said it like that, everything makes perfect sense. I commend you. If I'm not tied with my responsibilities in Devildom, I, myself, might have accepted your proposal. That being said, Lucifer is the one who will decide as he is the one who will took on the duty." They returned their focus on the embodiment of pride, no longer in his demon form.

The said man then step towards her. When she's only inches away, he reached out to the stray ginger strands resting near her eyes and took it with feather light touch out of her face— with a malicious grin and expression is plastered on his face.

He took her chin in his thumb and index finger, pulling her face so close their noses almost touches and stares directly through her eyes, "Really? You'll give me everything? Your soul, your body? I can have it all?"

The fire that took him in a moment ago reemerges, without any signs of fear at all. "If I broke my promise, do whatever you want with me."

"I have a question. Out of all the demons here and the whole Devildom, why did you choose me?"

"I can feel your strength and great sense of responsiblity. I'm certain you're the only one who can do this task." Lucifer chuckled from her answer.

"You really know your way with word don't you? Just remember one thing. In this pact, I'm not your possession. You'll belong to me, is that clear? Just make one wrong move and your very existence will be mine."

"If by that you mean you will abide by the contract and do everything you could for MC then alright, I am yours." He let go of her chin and took a step back.

"Very well. I, Lucifer, am making a pact with you." The very instant he finished his words, a bearable searing is felt onto the center of her chest, right above her heart. She unconsciously held onto her chest from the foreign sensation.

"Ohh..? What a good spot for the mark to appear." Lucifer chuckled.

"Hey human," Mammon wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "That's incredible! 'Ya sure tied Lucifer around your finger! Now he can't do everything as he pleased. 'Ya know we'll make a great team. I'll teach you how to use the pact then let's take down that prideful man."

"How about this..." She grabbed the shoulder above her own. "You'll pay MC full or I'll bury you deeper than the pits of hell? I won't be needing Lucifer's powers to do so." Another hand grabbed him and when he looked up, a menacing Lucifer is towering over him.

"Let's not waste anymore of Diavolo's time. Mammon, let's talk about that debt once we get home."

MC held the hem of her shirt wearing a wry expression on her face. "Alexa...uhh..." The lady stared at the teen before reaching out to touch her cheeks.

"Ow–Oww, Owwie! Wec go!" The teen tried to pried her fingers from pinching her cheeks. "Ouch.. that hurts. You didn't have to do that.." MC pouts, massaging both of her throbbing red cheeks.

"That face suits you more."

"But still... I'm..."

"Hey, don't think too much or you'll exhaust your remaining braincells." The older female giggled.

"Hey... That's not nice..." Her little sister pouts again.

"Of course, I'm not a nice person after all." She gave her a subtle smile.

"MC, Alexandria, I'm not waiting any further." Lucifer called in the doorway, literally dragging Mammon's body by the collar.

"Let's talk about it later. Right now we should get some rest. I haven't been sleeping for two days you know. And you didn't sleep last night." Alexandria reached out for MC's free hand. "Let's go."

"...Hmm!" The youngest showed her usual bright smile that brings relief to her tightening chest.

Posted at last! Hahaha.

The idea of this story came to me in my busy schedule (and meh, I chose to write it during that time cause procastination called me.)

I did this first over my drabble "Dawn to Dusk" so this is actually my first story after half a year of not writing (I did a book in wattpad, but it's not Obey Me related)

I want to right a character different than our usual MC for a change, yet I don't wanna remove her out of the picture completely (or I'll die thinking to whom am I gonna pair Alexa 😆)

The flow so far moves the way I imagine it to be, though I don't know if Alexa's personality end the way I wanted it to be. And MC's name sure gave me a headache, so I was like, "meh, let's call her MC so everyone don't blend her character with Alexandria." I also initially want to make Alexa a "reader-insert" style but didn't because of the same reason.

Formatting sure gave me a hard time 😂 Took me 30 minutes adding that 'keep reading' button and fix that picture jumping to the end like an annoying grasshopper.

I've already started Chapter 2, meeting the 5 other demon brothers. 🤭🤭

If anyone have any suggestions, recommendations, request or violent reaction, you can reach me in the Ask box~~

Chapter 2, click here

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"It's not getting away from me this time," Sokka smirked and looked at Vanora, who had an eyebrow raised. Sokka raised his spear, "Watch and learn. This is how you catch a fish."

Vanora rolled her eyes and looked at Katara, who was looking at the water. Katara glances at Sokka, before removing her left glove. Katara starts moving her hand up and down, causing the water in front of her to ripple. A bubble of water rises above the ocean with a fish inside of it.

"Sokka, look!" Katara happily says, still surprised.

Sokka shushed Katara, whispering, "Katara, you're going to scare it away." Sokka licks his lips and wiggles his fingers, "I can already smell it cooking."

Katara was struggling with keeping the fish contained inside the bubble of water, "But, Sokka! I caught one!"

Vanora watched the bubble drift over to float above Sokka. The tip of Sokka's spear burst the bubble, causing the water to soak him. "Hey!"

Sokka huffed, "Why is it every time you play with magic water, I get soaked?"

Katara sighs, before answering annoyed, "It's not " magic", it's waterbending! And it's-"

"Yeah, yeah, "an ancient art unique to our culture", blah, blah, blah," Sokka finished for Katara. "Look, I'm just saying that if I had weird powers, I'd keep my weirdness to myself."

Katara raises an eyebrow skeptically with her arms crossed, "You're calling me weird? I'm not the one who makes muscles at myself every time I see my reflection in the water!"

"She's got you there," Vanora laughs. "And you just think it's weird because you can't do it, Sokka."

"Hey! I-" Before Sokka could finish his sentence, the canoe shudders. The canoe is caught in a rapid current, pulling it towards a jumble of large icebergs. Sokka steers the canoe, attempting to stay clear of any icebergs. He manages to get enough speed to avoid getting crushed by two icebergs that end up slamming against each other behind them.

Katara panics and yells commands to Sokka, "Watch out! Go left! Go left!"

The ice floes moved closer, narrowing the canoe's path. The canoe manages to steer clear of some of the ice floes before it's caught in the current. While the canoe gets pinned and crushed by large chunks of ice, Sokka, Katara, and Vanora jump onto one of the floes. Katara nearly slides off the other side and into the water, but Vanora grabs a handful of her fur coat. "You okay?"

"Yeah, thanks V."

Vanora smiled, before looking in front of her and seeing a large, towering iceberg. She got to her feet and faced Sokka, "You call that left?"

"You don't like my steering? Well, maybe you should've," Sokka waves his hand, mockingly imitating waterbending, "waterbended us out of the ice."

"Seriously? I'm a mediocre waterbender! Maybe you should've steered better!"

"Are you serious? Me? I knew I should've left you two home!" At that, Vanora and Katara are staring at Sokka with anger, while he rants. "Leave it to girls to screw things up!"

That set Katara off. "You are the most sexist," Katara's waving her arms, creating small waves in the water, "immature, nut-brained..." Katara swings her arms down, creating a slightly larger wave. She raises her arms back to her head during a brief loss of words. "I'm embarrassed to be related to you!"

Katara swings her hands back forcefully again and a wave gets hurled directly into the huge iceberg behind her. With a loud, splitting crack, a hooklike fissure arcs up its surface and out its side. That caught Vanora's attention and looked at Sokka, who also seemed to notice since he had a look of terror. "Kat..."

Katara ignored her and continued to yell at Sokka, "Ever since mom died, I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier!" Katara ends with a strong swing of her hand, deepening the crack in the iceberg.

"Uh... Katara..." Sokka's voice is subdued by fright, but Katara ignores once again, continuing her outburst.

"I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, not pleasant!" Katara's yelling caused two new splits in the chunk of ice, making Sokka more scared.

"Katara, settle down!"

"No, that's it! I'm done helping you! From now on, you're on your own!" Katara creates a large wave that sends multiple fissures up the iceberg; one of them reaches the top of the iceberg, splitting it in half. The two halves collapse into the water, creating a huge wave. The wave moves outward towards them and it pushes their floe backward.

"Okay, you've gone from weird to freakish, Katara."

"You mean I did that?" Katara said, astonished.

Sokka glances at Katara and smirks, "Yep."

Vanora laughs and nudges Katara with her elbow, "Good job. I think that'll make Sokka think twice about messing with you," Sokka looks at Vanora with a deadpan facial expression and sarcastically laughs.

Moments later, the water in front of them starts glowing. They scramble back, scared. A large and roughly round iceberg breaks through the surface of the water, revealing itself to be the source of the glow. The waves the huge iceberg makes as it rocks itself onto one side makes their floe move backward again.

"What the hell is that?" Vanora mumbled as Katara, mesmerized by the iceberg, steps forward. Vanora steps forward too, feeling a pull. She ends up on the edge of the floe, seeing a figure inside the iceberg with glowing arrows and something much bigger behind them. The figure opens their eyes, showing that they're also glowing. Katara and Sokka gasped as Vanora stared, becoming light-headed.

"He's alive! We have to help," Katara took Sokka's club out of its sheath on his back and ran towards the iceberg.

"Katara, get back here!" Sokka took his spear out of the ice, heading after Katara, "We don't know what that thing is!"

Katara hops on five tiny chunks of ice, making the short distance from her floe to the iceberg first with Sokka close behind her. By the time Vanora got to the iceberg, Katara was already hitting the iceberg with Sokka's club. On her fifth hit, she broke through the surface and a strong gust of wind escapes the iceberg. Fissures curl their way up the iceberg, successfully making it destroy itself. A beam of light bursts from the core of the iceberg and into the sky.

The once spherical iceberg was now a hollowed-out crater. Sokka had a protective arm around Katara and Vanora, before letting go. They all stood, Sokka holding out his spear. The glowing figure starts to emerge from the iceberg, making Sokka raise his spear once again, "Stop!"

The figure stares down at them before the light above them disappears and the figure stops glowing. The figure is revealed to be a young boy, who suddenly faints. Katara gasps and races forward to catch him before he hits the ground. Sokka begins to poke at the boy's head with the blunt end of his spear.

"Stop it!" Vanora snatches the spear away from Sokka, glancing down at it and looking back at Sokka with a raised eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Sokka glances at the boy, "What? We don't know who he is! He came out of an iceberg, glowing one second and unconscious the next."

"That doesn't give you an excuse to poke his head with your spear!"

"Oh yeah? Then give me a better one!"

Before Vanora can respond, she hears a gasp from the boy, making her attention go to him as she crouches down.

In a weak voice, the boy starts to speak, "I need to ask you something..."

"What?"

The boy speaks in a weak voice once again, "Please... come closer."

"What is it?" Katara curiously asks.

"Will you go penguin sledding with me?" The boy asks suddenly in a clear, happy, hopeful voice.

"Uh, sure, I-I guess," Katara awkwardly answers.

The boy rises to his feet in a swift motion, making Katara look at him in awe and Sokka step back in shock and aim his spear again. Vanora looks the young boy up and down in confusion.

Katara scrambles to her feet and the boy looks around and rubs his head, "What's going on here?"

"You tell us," Sokka aggressively says, pointing at the top of the crater, "How did you get in the ice? And why aren't you frozen?"

Sokka pokes the boy in the side with his spear, who lazily pushes it away, "I'm... not sure."

A low, gruff noise fills the air, coming from within the crater of the iceberg. The boy scrambles up and jumps on the head of a furry creature, who has an arrow-shaped marking on his forehead like the boy.

"Appa!" The boy happily exclaims, "Are you alright?" The boy hangs down on the side of the animal to look at its eyes, which are still closed. "Wake up, buddy."

The boy opens an eyelid that closes again once it's released. He jumps to the front of the creature and tries to lift its huge head. Sokka, Katara, and Vanora appear around the corner as Appa finally reacts to the boy's actions. Appa opens his mouth and licks the boy with his huge tongue, while the boy laughs cheerfully, "You're okay!" The boy hugs the animal's nose before it stands up on its six legs and stretches.

"What is that thing?"

"This is Appa, my flying bison."

"Didn't Flying Bisons live in the Air Temples?" Vanora quietly asked herself.

"Right, and this is Katara, my flying sister," Sokka says sarcastically making Katara send him an odd look.

Appa starts to inhale deeply, making the boy duck. Appa sneezes, sending snot towards Sokka, covering him in it.

"Don't worry, it'll wash out," The boy happily says.

Vanora laughed while getting some water from the surrounding ocean and making it drop on Sokka, "That's what you get for making fun of Appa."

"Vanora!" Sokka whined, "Why did you have to get me wet?"

Vanora rolls her eyes and waterbended the water off of Sokka, "There, I just unwetted you. Happy?"

Sokka deadpanned, "Yes, thank you."

"So, do you guys live around here?"

"Don't answer that! Did you see that crazy bolt of light? He was probably trying to signal the Fire Navy."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure he's a spy for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in his eye," The boy looks at Sokka and grins.

"Yeah, him being trapped in an iceberg is apart of this huge diabolical plan to take over the ocean and capture the fish," Vanora looked at Sokka with a smirk, who glared back.

Katara continues, "The paranoid one is my brother, Sokka, and the rational one is Vanora. You never told us your name."

"I'm A... a-achoo!" The boy sneezes, flying high into the air. He lands on the ground unharmed and sniffles a bit, "I'm Aang."

"You just sneezed..." Sokka says in total disbelief and points to the sky, "And flew ten feet in the air!"

"Really? It felt higher than that."

"You're an airbender," Vanora says, with a small smile.

"Sure am!"

"Giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders," Sokka starts walking away, "I think I got midnight sun madness. I'm going home to where stuff makes sense."

Vanora laughs, "Yeah? And how are you gonna get there? Gonna swim back?"

Sokka looks at Vanora and glares, before Aang speaks up, "Well, if you guys are stuck, Appa and I can give you a lift."

"We'd love a ride! Thanks!" Katara runs to the side of the bison.

"Oh no! I'm not getting on that fluffy snot monster!"

Vanora looks at Sokka and rolls her eyes, before moving her hand in a shoo motion and walking towards Appa, "Have fun swimming home."

"Are you hoping some other kind of monster will come along and give you a ride home? You know, before you freeze to death?"

Sokka opens his mouth ready to retaliate, but can't think of anything. He sighs and hangs his head in defeat before walking towards Appa.

"Okay, first-time flyers, hold on tight! Appa, yip yip!" Aang whips the reins, making Appa growl in response. Appa's tail moves up and down and he takes a huge jump into the air. He flies through the air for a few seconds, before belly-flopping into the water with a splash. The bison trudges through the water slowly, making Aang whips the reins again. "Come on, Appa. Yip-yip!"

"Wow, that was truly amazing," Sokka sarcastically says, Katara glares at him.

"Appa's just a little tired. A little rest and he'll be soaring through the sky. You'll see," Katara smiles at Aang, who returns the gesture.

Vanora looks at Sokka, "How much you wanna bet they'll end up together?"

"Nothing," Sokka says with an annoyed expression, making Vanora scoff.

Vanora awoke to Katara crawling back beside her, "Hey, what'd you do?"

"I asked Aang if he knew what happened to the Avatar. With him being an airbender and all, I thought he would know," Katara's smile turned into a frown, "Turns out he didn't."

Vanora sadly smiled at Katara, "The Avatar will be found again. I have a feeling."

Katara laid down next to Vanora, "Goodnight."

"Night," Vanora mumbled back. Once she was sure Katara was asleep, Vanora crawled up to where Aang was sat. "Hey. Can I sit beside you?"

"Uh... sure?"

Vanora climbed down beside Aang, before continuing to speak, "Have you heard of the Amaranthine?"

Aang smiled, "Yeah! Master of two elements, right?"

Vanora smiled, "Yeah. It's also the Amaranthine's fate to find the Avatar. It's said that the Amaranthine feels a pull when they're near the Avatar."

"How do you know that?"

Vanora looked at the ocean in front of her and sighed, "I'm the Amaranthine, and earlier today I felt a pull. A pull towards you and the iceberg. So, I have a question. Are you the Avatar?"

Aang looked behind him towards Katara and Sokka's sleeping figures. Aang sighed before looking at Vanora, "Yes, I am."

"I won't tell anyone until you're ready. The world is depending on you to save it, I know that's overwhelming. But the world is depending on me too, so I know how you feel. I'll be by your side, helping you. Sokka doesn't believe in this kind of stuff, but Katara does. Katara believes in you, and so do I."

Aang smiled, "Do they know that you're the Amaranthine?"

Vanora's face leaned back with a guilt-filled expression, "No."

"I won't tell anyone."

Vanora smiled, "Thanks, Aang. I'm going to go rest, you should too." Vanora climbed up to where Katara was sleeping, curling up beside her.

Across the village from Aang, Vanora goes inside Lorelei's tent to wake her up. "Hey, Lorelei. Wake up."

"5 more minutes," Lorelei groggily says.

Vanora laughs, "You remind me of Kano. Every time mom would tell me to wake him up, he'd say the same thing."

Lorelei opens her eyes and looks sadly at Vanora, before sitting up.

Vanora smiles, "Get dressed, there's someone I want you to meet."

"Hey," Lorelei speaks up, gaining Vanora's attention, "Here."

Vanora looked down at what Lorelei was holding. "Thanks," Vanora says, taking her necklace and putting it on, it glowing for a split second when it hits her chest.

"Why didn't you take it with you?"

"I was going into the ocean, I didn't want to lose it."

"That's fair," Lorelei says, before pushing Vanora out of the tent, "Now, let me get dressed."

"Okay!" Vanora laughs, raising her hands in surrender. "I'll be waiting, so hurry," Vanora yells from outside the tent. 10 minutes later, Lorelei and Vanora were on their way to Aang.

When they finally get there, Sokka is being crushed by snow. "Great. You're an airbender, Katara and Vanora's a waterbender. Together you can just waste time all day long," Sokka says from under the snow, annoyed.

"Hey," Vanora waves her hands, "Don't drag me into this! I don't even know how you got under the snow!"

Aang scratches his head and looks at Vanora, "I might've crashed into his watchtower, but you guys are waterbenders!"

"Well, sort of. Not yet."

"All right. No more playing," Kanna announces, making Katara and Vanora start to walk over, "Come on, you two. You have chores."

"I told you, he's the real thing, Gran-Gran! I finally found a bender to teach me!" Katara excitedly says.

"Katara, try not to put all your hopes in this boy," Kanna calmly says back.

"But he's special! I can tell! I sense he's filled with much wisdom," Katara glances back toward Aang, who's surrounded by a bunch of kids.

Aang smiles while his tongue is stuck to his stack, "See? Now my tongue is stuff to my staff!"

Vanora places a hand on Katara's shoulder, gaining her attention again, "I bet he is, but don't put to much faith into him. You never know what can happen."

Vanora and Katara run up to Sokka, who's trying to teach six boys how to be "soldiers". "Have you seen Aang? Gran-Gran said he disappeared over an hour ago."

Aang crawls out of an outhouse igloo, pulling his pants up, "Wow, everything freezes in there!" Aang points at the bathroom with a smile on his face, making the six boys laugh with him.

Sokka angrily points at Aang, "Katara, get him out of here! This lesson is for warriors only!"

Vanora laughs, "Yeah? And how's that going for you?"

"It's going great, actually! We're making big progress!" Sokka yells back with his arms crossed.

"You sure about that?" Vanora nods her head, making Sokka look over to see the village children sliding down Appa's tail.

"Stop! Stop it right now!" The children's laughter stops and Sokka's anger is directed to Aang, "What's wrong with you? We don't have time for fun and games with the War going on!"

Aang slides down from Appa's head, "What war? What are you talking about?"

Sokka raises an eyebrow in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"

Aang looks questioningly at Sokka, but it soon changes to enthusiasm when he catches sight of an otter-penguin, "Penguin!" The animal is startled and waddles away. Aang races past Vanora, Katara, and Sokka, using his airbending to enhance his speed.

"He's kidding, right?" Sokka asks again, glancing between Vanora and Katara. Vanora shrugs, before starting to follow the trail Aang left behind him.

Katara follows Vanora too. When the two finally arrive at the otter-penguin habitat, Katara is the first to call out Aang's name.

"Hey, come on little guy. Wanna go sledding?" Aang jumps at a penguin, missing and belly-flopping into the snow. He turns on his back and makes himself stand with airbending as Katara comes up beside him, "I have a way with animals." Aang stretches his arms and imitates the sounds and movements of the penguins around them, making Katara and Vanora laugh.

"Aang, I'll help you catch a penguin if you teach me waterbending," Katara bargains.

"You got a deal!" Aang happily says, "Just one little problem... I'm an airbender, not a waterbender. Isn't there someone in your tribe you can teach you?"

"I could," Vanora speaks up, "But that could only go so far. I'm a mediocre waterbender. I'm also pretty bad at teaching."

"Yeah, she is," Katara laughs, "When we were younger, she would try to teach me some moves. She would get frustrated and give up."

"Look, it's not my fault! I was very impatient for an 8-year-old!" Vanora laughs, "On the bright side, I'm not as impatient as I was when I was 8, but still pretty impatient."

Aang looked at Vanora with confusion, "Then, how do you know what you know?"

"My mom was the only master waterbender in the tribe, but she, uh, died when I was 9. She taught me as much as she could before she died."

Aang gave Vanora a sad look, to which Vanora responded with a small smile. Aang gave another suggestion, "What about the North Pole? There's another Water Tribe up there, right? Maybe they have waterbenders who could teach you."

"Maybe, but we haven't had contact with our sister tribe in a long time. It's not exactly "turn right at the second glacier". It's on the other side of the world."

"But you forget, I have a flying bison. Appa and I can personally fly you to the North Pole. Katara," Aang looks at Vanora, "Vanora, we're going to find you two a master!"

Katara was unsure, "That's... I mean, I don't know. I've never left home before."

"Well, you think about it, but in the meantime, can you teach me to catch one of these penguins?"

"Okay, listen closely my young pupil," Katara says, mockingly imitating a teacher, "Catching penguins is an ancient and sacred art." Katara conjures a fish out of her sleeve, "Observe!" She tosses the fish at Aang, the penguins immediately start crowding him. Aang laughs as the penguins pull him down to their level.

Aang, Katara, and Vanora use a protruding iceberg as a slide, making them soar through the sky before landing on a slope and continuing down.

Vanora laughs, "I haven't done this in years!"

They all laugh as they ride through a tunnel of ice. Vanora steers her penguin so she goes upside down and eventually a full circle. They soon exit the tunnel and onto an open plain of ice where they get off their rides. In front of them is a large metal ship, elevated and held in place by a large protrusion of ice with the bow pointing at the sky.

"Woah! What is that?" Aang asks as he stares at the ship in awe.

"A Fire Navy ship," Katara answers in a slightly dark tone, "And a very bad memory for my people."

Aang starts walking towards the ship, making Katara speak up again, "Aang, stop! We're not allowed to go near it! It could be booby-trapped!"

"If you want to be a bender, you have to let go of fear."

Katara thinks over the remark and starts walking toward Aang before turning to Vanora, "V? You coming?"

Vanora looks up at the ship and nods. They all walk closer toward the ship. Aang helps Katara and Vanora climb some of the blocks of ice that lay beside the ship and they crawl through a hole in the hull of the ship. They walk through the silent rooms of the shipwreck. They all walk into a room stocked with weapons in various places, making Katara speak again. "This ship has haunted my tribe since Gran-Gran was a little girl. It was part of the Fire Nation's first attacks."

"Okay, back up. I have friends all over the world, even in the Fire Nation," Aang picks up a Guan Dao to inspect it, "I've never seen any war."

"Aang, how long were you in that iceberg?" Katara asks.

"I don't know. A few days, maybe?" Aang says, uncertain.

"I think you were in there for a lot longer than a few days," Vanora bitterly laughs, grazing her finger across one of the weapons, "More like a hundred years."

"What? That's impossible! Do I look like a 112-year-old man to you?" Aang asks in disbelief.

"Think about it. The War is a century old. You don't know about it because you were in that iceberg the whole time," Vanora quickly explains, before looking at Aang, "It's the only explanation."

Aang backs away and slumps to the floor in shock, "A hundred years! I can't believe it."

Katara squats beside Aang, "I'm sorry, Aang. Maybe somehow there's a bright side to all this..."

"I did get to meet you, guys."

Vanora smiles, "Come on, let's get back. We don't want to worry everyone."

Aang goes to another room with Katara and Vanora on his trail. Aang trips over a thin rope, then metal bars slide downward over the entrance, barring it and trapping them inside. "What's that you said about booby traps?"

The gears and engines of the shipwreck suddenly power up. In shock, Katara and Aang follow the movements of the machines until suddenly, a flare is fired into the sky.

"Oh no..." Vanora says in a panic and looks to Katara and Aang, "I'm about to do something, but you can't tell anyone about it, okay?" Katara and Aang nod, "Alright. Aang, use your airbending and go through that hole with Katara," Vanora points at the hole in the ceiling.

"What about you?"

"Just go through the hole and don't worry about me. Right now, I'm worried about you guys."

"But-"

"I'll be behind you."

"Hold on tight!" Aang says, picking up Katara and jumping through the hole using his airbending. Vanora walks to stand underneath the hole and takes a deep breath. She crouches before fire starts to ignite from her hands, sending her through the hole and up several feet. She uses her firebending to fly towards the snowy ground and beside Katara and Aang.

Katara looks at Vanora in confusion and fear. "What? You can firebend?"

"Before you freakout-"

"How? How can you firebend and waterbend?"

"I'm the Amaranthine! I can bend two elements. That's the reason my necklace glows every time I put it on. I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Vanora looks down at her feet, "Please, don't tell anyone. Please, Katara, I'm begging you."

Katara was silent for a few seconds before speaking again in a small voice, "Is that why you left?"

"How about I tell you on our way back?" Vanora suggests. Katara nods and starts to walk back toward the village. "Keahi said a friend of my dad was at Kyoshi Island. A few days after we arrived, he disappeared. I don't know where he went. A women took me in and it turns out she had a daughter who could firebend. I started learning when I was 10. I'm a master firebender, but a mediocre waterbender. So, when you go to the North Pole, I'll be going with you."

#uhm hi🚶‍♂️#zuko x oc #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #avatar: tla #atla #aang #katara #sokka #zuko

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ari-shipping-stuff · 4 years

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Monochrome Week 2020

Day Three - Fake Dating AU

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@monochromeweek

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The night was alive. Colorful lights pulsing like a heartbeat. Lively disco music pumping everyone up like an adrenaline rush.

Weiss usually scoffed at parties like this. Ugh. Dance clubs. So crowded. No oxygen. But surprisingly, she found that she could finally stop holding her breath.

Henry wasn't there, forcing her to dance. Or talk about him. Or stay at his side at all times because he had no life. She could bop her shoulders to the music in content freedom. Full-out dancing had always been Ruby and Yang's forte. Which was why she stayed back at the bar to talk with Blake.

They hadn't seen each other in nearly a year, ever since Blake transferred schools, which was a shame, considering that was the year their friend circle had formed.

Weiss was the tech-savvy one of them four. She kept tabs on everyone's social media (even if they didn't want her to) and had noticed several changes on Blake's account. She was never one to post selfies. Just pictures of cute cats and her dark academia. And even if she didn't post anything in months, Weiss thought her latest picture was something worth noting.

She took a sip from her Jack Frost, swirling it around to play with the ice.

"How's Adam?"

Blake nearly choked on her drink, coughing when she put it down.

"What?" she croaked.

"When were you going to tell us about him?" Weiss tilted her head.

Blake sighed, rubbing her temple.

"We lasted like a month, Weiss; there's nothing to tell."

Weiss raised a brow. "A month, huh? What happened there? You guys looked pretty sweet in that photo together."

Blake snorted. "He posted that one. Wanted the world to know I was his whore."

"Sounds bad."

"It was bad. Still is. I broke up with him, but he's just not giving up," she grimaced, downing a gulp of purple cocktail. "Bastard."

Weiss snorted.

Pause. Then—

"Your dad still brainwashing that Marigold guy?"

Weiss groaned, throwing her head back in frustration.

"He doesn't even need my dad to tell him to do stuff anymore. He just goes ahead and thinks I'm infatuated with him or something. You know, that 'hard to get' mentality or something."

"Yeah, I know the type." Blake replied dryly.

"You think they'd leave us alone if we got into a relationship?" Weiss snickered.

Blake snorted. "Yeah, maybe."

They settled into a comfortable silence then. Weiss accepted that statement as the joke it was supposed to be. But it began to resonate in her head. The more she thought about it, the more it began to make sense in its own ridiculous way.

"Weiss?"

"Hm?"

"What are you scheming in there?"

Weiss paused. She downed the rest of her cocktail.

".. What if we did?"

"What if we what?"

"What if we were in a relationship?" she said. "That would get them to piss off."

Blake raised her eyebrows, glancing away nervously. She bit her lip.

"I.. I don't know, Weiss.." she said. "Seems a little extreme, don't you think? A-And are we even sure it'll get them to leave us alone?"

"But it makes sense!" Weiss exclaimed. "You know they won't take our word for it, Blake. Neither of them will get the picture unless they see that we're interested in someone else."

Blake drank down the last of her Purple Rain, deep in thought. Weiss distracted herself with the lavender glitter on Blake's eyeshadow.

Blake pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "What're you doing?"

"Texting Yang. My place or yours?"

"Wh-What?"

Blake glanced at Weiss, standing up.

"So we can plan." Blake said. "We'd have to start as soon as possible, right?"

Weiss blinked up at her.

".. My place."

•

In all the years she knew Weiss, this was admittedly the first time Blake had ever been inside her room.

She thought it was regal-looking, to say the least. Perfectly cleaned. Icy white walls, silk curtains and sheets.. Like some ice castle.

Blake put down her bag, laying it next to the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. She looked back at Weiss, only to see her pulling up a large frame of wood from a nearby chest.

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really need that corkboard?"

"Of course, we do!" Weiss said. "If we're going to make a game plan, we're going to have to do it properly!"

"You mean, we can't just do PDA and act like.. I dunno, Qrow and Clover?"

Weiss would've laughed at the inside joke, if not the circumstances. Instead, she shot Blake a sour pout. Which was far from the desired effect.

"Blake, if we're going to sell this to the public, you need to be serious about this," she scoffed, spreading out her arms for emphasis. "Like I said, we have to do this properly!"

"I am serious!" Blake exclaimed, crossing her arms. "If you're so experienced about stuff like this, why don't you tell me what your 'properly' means?"

Weiss blushed furiously, jabbing a finger at Blake. She opened her mouth, as if trying to say something. But nothing came out. She didn't know either.

Blake just sighed, propping herself on her arm.

"I'm starting to regret agreeing to this." she mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss cried, crossing her arms defensively. "I'll have you know, I'd make a great fake girlfriend if you were actually cooperating with me!"

"Uh-huh."

Weiss huffed, looking away, a pout on her lips. But her gaze found her clock. Then her expression softened. She punched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

"We've spent all this time arguing.. My father will be home soon, and we don't even have so much as a first move!" she groaned.

Blake looked towards the white alarm clock, wincing. 10:50.

"Alright, look," she spoke up, surprising Weiss. "Let's say our relationship started off as a secret. Several months ago. And by secret—"

"—Not even Ruby and Yang would know." Weiss finished. She nodded. "Yeah, that'll work. Then.. We're going to make us public."

Blake pursed her lips. "I.. I'll ask around about you. Pretend I'm interested. Get people talking. Would that work?"

Weiss nodded, the tiniest of smiles forming on her face. It was a little infectious, prompting a grin from Blake.

"And," Weiss added. "There's a party tomorrow night. Ruby and Yang's place. It's a little less of your scene, but if we're seen dancing together or holding hands, it'll probably do something."

Blake nodded. "Yeah."

"That should be all we have to discuss now." Weiss said. "We'll think of more at the party, alright?"

Blake nodded, standing up. She reached towards her bag, only to have Weiss get there first.

Weiss raised her eyebrows, laughing lightly, handing it back.

Blake smiled a bit, glancing to the side.

"Looks like we never needed the corkboard, after all."

Weiss glared at her. "Just shut up and leave."

•

This was a slightly smaller party compared to last night. There were a few dancers in the middle of the living room. But mostly, people were in pairs or three's; talking in the corners. Fairy lights. Finally, some punch that wasn't spiked.

Weiss lounged on a bean bag with her usual group, in a circle on the couches they claimed early. But instead of contributing whatever bizarre shower thought debate was going on, Weiss just sipped on her punch, her mind far away.

"Hey, Weiss?" Ruby whispered. She sat on the couch right next to Weiss, so she only had to turn her head.

"Hm?"

"Did you and Blake talk much last night?"

Weiss already knew what prompted this question. Though it didn't stop her heart from racing.

"I guess so, yeah." she shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"It's been a while, huh?" Ruby grinned crookedly. "Since the four of us were together in one place."

"Yeah," Weiss sighed, turning to check the door. "It was."

"So why'd you two leave early?"

Weiss flinched from the question. She took her time in answering.

"Winter got worried. She called and told me to come home. Guess Klein didn't tell her where I'd be." she shrugged. "Blake just wanted to walk me home."

Ruby's smile grew at that. "Mhm.."

Weiss raised an eyebrow at her best friend, who swirled her punch around the red cup with her evil 'I'm planning something you definitely won't like' grin.

"Ruby.."

"Yes, Weiss?"

"Ruby."

She only giggled. She put her elbow on the armrest, with her face in her hand.

"Blake just texted us last night. Aand she was asking about you."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"And—" she raised her voice, prompting the rest of the party to join the conversation. "— it wasn't just me and Yang, Weiss. She texted all of us! Right, guys?"

There were collective sounds of agreement around the table. Weiss rolled her eyes.

"And?"

Ruby groaned.

"Well," Nora interrupted. "She kinda sounded like she was interested."

Ruby stood on the couch, gesturing to Nora with extreme exaggeration.

"Isn't she with that Adam Taurus guy you told us about, Weiss?" Jaune piped up. "The one in her picture?"

"They broke up." Weiss replied simply.

"Looks like someone asked." Yang smirked.

"Blake's fair game now." Nora added, sipping her punch.

If one could drink punch slyly, Weiss was certain Nora was doing it right.

"And Henry Marigold?" Oscar added quietly. He recoiled at the disappointed expressions he got from the majority of the group. "Not that I like him.. It's just that he's been pining for Weiss even before I got here. Wouldn't he take action?"

"So you do believe Weiss and Blake are getting together?" Nora asked, jabbing a chip in his direction.

Oscar shrugged. "Yes? I'm not Ren."

"Hey!"

Weiss sighed. Thank their lack of focus. At least, she wasn't being focused on anymore.

But then, as if on cue, Weiss caught the distant sounds of door chimes. She spun towards the door, and there she was, nervously recoiling into herself. It might've been the fairy lights, but Weiss could've sworn her cheeks were alight with pink.

She was about to get up to get her until she heard the obnoxiously loud coughing from behind her. Weiss gritted her teeth, smiling sarcastically at the group.

"And I suppose Blake just showed up because she wanted to?" Yang teased.

But as it turned out, Blake didn't wait for Weiss. She found the group herself, especially with Ruby's frantic waving.

"Blake!" she exclaimed, her voice reaching up a few more octaves. She gave Weiss a knowing sideways glance. "What brought you here~?"

Blake twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"Oh, uh.. Weiss invited me last night."

"She did, did she?" Nora raised an eyebrow, elbowing Jaune excitedly.

Weiss buried her face in her hands miserably.

"Anyway.." Blake continued awkwardly. "I hope it's no trouble if I just, uh.." she reached down and gently grabbed Weiss's wrist. ".. Borrow Weiss for a minute?"

Yang cleared her throat.

Ruby grinned encouragingly, reaching up to whisper in Blake's ear. Whatever that was, caused Blake's face to grow increasingly red. She didn't say anything else and pulled Weiss up.

"Come on, Weiss." Blake sighed amusedly, dragging her to the dance floor.

Blake gingerly put her hands on Weiss's waist, bringing an intense blush to the shorter girl's face. She could still feel the burning gazes of her schoolmates in the back, and so desperately wanted to ignore it.

A cold jolt went up her spine when Blake took her hands, bringing them up to her shoulders. Weiss raised an eyebrow at her.

Blake could only shrug, looking down.

"You were zoning out." she mumbled.

Weiss nodded, moving forward, so that their bodies were touching.

It was Blake's turn to give her a questioning look.

Weiss hesitated, but she shrugged as well, laughing a bit.

"We look like we're being forced to dance."

Blake nodded. "Fair enough."

They swayed in silence from there, perfectly content in not talking. After a few minutes or so, Weiss saw cameras flashing in the corner of her eye. They were doing this for the public, weren't they? To shove it down the boys' throats.

Without a word, Weiss leaned her head on Blake's shoulder, breathing in a musk of honey.

"Convincing, right?" she whispered.

Blake snorted, a soft smile on her face.

•

They left as the party lost its swing. Blake's old school would certainly have something to talk about tomorrow. Weiss Schnee, leaving her Prince Charming for an old sweetheart. If Blake's friends weren't attending said school, she'd have no reason not to despise it.

Instead of heading home right away, they decided the night was still young and went to a restaurant near Blake's house. They were both so focused on their so-called 'photoshoot' they forgot to grab a handful of chips on the way out.

Next thing they knew, they were laughing so hard, they were choking on their sandwiches.

"I can't believe you would do me dirty like this!" Blake mocked, barely containing her laughter. "Oh, god, are you sure you guys were never together?"

"News spreads fast, doesn't it?"

"Especially when Ruby and Nora are the ones spreading it." Blake chuckled.

Weiss grinned. "Anything from your side?"

Blake snorted, shaking her head. "Honestly, I'm almost scared for when he does."

"Why's that?"

Blake shrugged, smirking sarcastically. "Let's just say he'd be far more intense than whiny texts."

Weiss frowned worriedly, tilting her head. Hesitantly, she laid a hand on Blake's shoulder.

"Blake."

Something churned in the pit of Blake's stomach. Not in a bad way. Like light little flips. Flaps. Butterflies. But she couldn't wrap her head around it. Maybe it was something in the way Weiss could say her name like that. It soothed Blake easily. Even if just a little.

"I'm fine." Blake sighed, taking a mournful bite out of her grilled cheese. "He just texted me earlier this morning."

"He did?" Weiss murmured. "What'd he say?"

Blake took her time in answering, chewing ever so slowly. When she finally swallowed, it felt sharp.

"Just.. He called me out for avoiding him. Even though I explicitly told him we were over, he still thinks entitled to me." Blake growled. "He denied stalking me, manipulated me, and now he has the gall to say I'm overreacting? He's just unbelievable!"

Weiss felt her blood boil. This guy walked all over Blake, called her the bad guy, even after all that? She couldn't wait to meet this guy. If only to break his legs.

She carefully brought her hand to Blake's, gently stroking the back with her thumb.

Blake's eyebrows raised at the gesture. Instinctively, she stretched her fingers outwards, fitting them between Weiss's.

"I'd never do that.." Weiss mumbled.

Blake didn't know the thought process of that statement, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

Then Weiss's eyes snapped up, meeting Blake's gaze. But Blake was losing her mind. Noticing everything.

Her heart stopped. She could smell Weiss's faint vanilla and petrichor musk. The usually-invisible specks of indigo in Weiss's large, sapphire eyes were easy to spot. As well as the faded scar running down her left eye.

This was the closest they've ever been to each other. Not just in the physical aspect. This was just so much more intimate than the dance somehow. Blake felt close to Weiss and it was driving her insane.

"Thanks."

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this ended up being too long, which was why it took me ages to post. and this will also have a sequel on day five

though, this whole thing was my favorite to write ^^

— ari

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part one | part two | part three | part four

#monochromeweek2020 #day three #fake dating au #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #high school au #rwby #shipping #monochrome #checkmate

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silenthillmutual · 4 years

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A trio of prompts that'll go well together imo: 25, 26, and 31. Burakhovsky if you can, but if you think anything goes better im excited and happy!

Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast + Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you” + “You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”

so you want tooth-rotting fluff, huh? (prompts from here)

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Dankovsky is far more affectionate than Artemy had assumed he would be.

Daniil. He guesses, now, that he should call the man by his first name; and Daniil seems very different, sometimes, from Dankovsky. Dankovsky works very clinically, detached; he smiles politely, holds gazes for three seconds exactly before resetting, and quotes Latin proverbs to reinforce the idea that he’s smarter than he really is. Daniil, though - Daniil doesn’t bother holding eye contact, letting himself stare off into space as he talks. He over-worries about the kids in the town, almost leans against Artemy’s body as he shifts weight uncomfortably between his feet, and mostly quotes Latin to get away with insulting the rulers to their faces.

Artemy catches the last one when they’re both called in to answer boos Vlad. And he catches it, because “up yours” is the only phrase he’d learned in class he thought might be useful later on. He makes a choking sound, and his eyes lock with Daniil’s catching a self-satisfied smirk that he could, for once, appreciate.

He thinks that’s when Daniil made his decision.

After their moment of shared understanding, a concept that still astounds Artemy at just how small a thing it was and how easy it would have been to miss, he notices that Dankovsky slips into Daniil more and more readily. At first it only happens when they’re totally alone in the hospital, and Artemy is able to write off his softer tone and careless words as exhaustion. He admits he finds the ruling families - even his own - difficult to talk to. He confides that he thinks they’re all lying to him and hiding something. Artemy finds himself saying, “They’re using your ignorance to try and sway you to their cause.”

He panics for a moment, worried the words will come back to bite him in the ass. But Daniil only removes his gloves so he can slide his hands through his hair nervously. He sighs, and says, “You’re probably right, but what else am I supposed to do?”

Artemy thinks the words, Come to me, but doesn’t say them, because at that point the suggestion feels too intimate. He hasn’t really learned to read Dankovsky from Daniil yet, even if the shift is easily recognizable. He still wears the coat and the gloves and stands apart from everyone else, keeping up a border between himself and the locals. So instead he says, “Get some sleep, emshen.”

“I will if you do,” Daniil retorts, already standing up to continue doing whatever it is he came into the hospital to do. “And it looks like you need it. You’re not just a pretty face, you know. We need your steady hands...well, steady.”

Artemy had grunted in response and started to move, catching onto the words only after too much time had passed for him to ask about them. He told himself it was just Dankovsky slipping into character again, giving out a backhanded remark to chastise him into taking care of himself. It was his odd way of showing that he cared, and thinking of it as anything else was just too much. Thinking of it for what it actually was was more than he could handle.

And he thinks its a fluke, that this is Dankovsky’s version of ribbing the way he’s used to interacting with Gravel and Grief and Stakh. Daniil’s version of it is just different because of where he’s from and his whole...thing, his whatever-it-was that made him establish his presence differently from everybody else. His Lines, Artemy guesses he could say, though he’s not even sure if that’s it. But he keeps telling himself that’s all that comment was - just teasing, just a different way of saying I’ve seen corpses prettier than you, not a real compliment and nothing to get hung up on.

He loops it like ambiance until he’s eating in the back of the hospital with Dankovsky and Yulia, lost in his mental to-do list and the status of his bound and the words it means nothing, it means nothing echoing until the actual words “You’ve got - nevermind, let me -” break through them, and he realizes Dankovsky’s ungloved hand is brushing against his mouth, thumb lingering a little too long on his lips.

There’s a smirk there, again. But it’s not particularly smug. It’s more of a lop-sided smile, like his mouth has gotten used to the movement and it doesn’t know how to produce something less sharp to illustrate what he actually feels.

It’s in his eyes, Artemy think, that he sees it. That’s where he sees Daniil, and where he sees he’s not actually imagining things. It’s also in Yulia’s eyes - or, actually, in her eyebrows, quirking up, telling him It means something.

Even with all of the evidence pointing in this direction, it still takes Artemy a remarkably long time to make his own move. Daniil doesn’t seem to mind it very much; if anything, he seems to be enjoying every one of Artemy’s startled responses to his lingered affection. Each gesture is followed with a look that Artemy can never seem to memorize properly, staring at it until Daniil’s eye contact (seven seconds, they’re up to now, before he becomes uncomfortable and looks away) is pulled elsewhere. And he’ll pull these gestures out when he’s still Dankovsky, when they’re still surrounded, smiling that sharp smile until they’ve held gazes for a moment and it softens.

He doesn’t really know what to do with this affection. Most of it’s unspoken, unquantifiable and intangible. Which is not to say there’s nothing of this bizarre courtship to hold onto. No: Daniil also sends him letters. They’re written in cursive (which Artemy hates; pretty, sure, but completely useless), most of it poetry, and some of it in other languages. Not just Latin, either; there’s French and German peppered in. He can’t tell which pieces are original and which Daniil has just memorized. A part of him wonders what else Daniil would be sending if they weren’t in the middle of curing a plague.

That same part of him lurches and drops when it occurs to him that he’s probably not even responding properly.

It’s been four days of casual, but warm touches and tender looks and poetry sent in pieces throughout the day when Artemy blurts out, awkward and clumsy, “I don’t know how to respond to you.” He does, at least, make sure that they’re alone in the hospital, or at least as alone as they’re going to get with dead and the near-unconscious.

Daniil isn’t looking at him at first when he smiles, but his gaze does direct upwards. “I don’t expect you to respond at all,” he says.

Which solves the anxiety telling Artemy that this has all been a joke, or maybe some sort of stress-induced hallucination. But it doesn’t exactly make him feel any better, because there’s no guarantee in the words that Daniil knows his efforts are appreciated. “Shouldn’t I?” he asks. “Considering...”

He doesn’t know how to say what it is he’s considering, but shakes his head, noise like a laugh rattling around in his throat, quiet. “You already do,” he says.

Artemy, of course, doesn’t know what the hell that means, or what kind of a reaction he’s giving that Daniil is getting what he wants out of it. But Daniil is giving him that look again, the one he keeps trying to see when he closes his eyes, and any other attempts at response shut off.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that when he asks Daniil to stay, Daniil does. And maybe it shouldn’t surprise him that he clarifies, Stay with me. But it does, because that’s not a request he had been thinking of making. The words had left his mouth without him really thinking them through.

Those surprises seem dull in contrast to the one he feels when Daniil hums as he thinks about it, and then politely declines. Artemy feels large and clumsy and surrounded by so many fragile items when he asks, “Why not?” despite the truth of the matter being that he wasn’t actually prepared for that much of a life change in one go.

Daniil sways, slightly drunk, leaning on Artemy’s arm, and mumbles the words, “I’m not doing wooing you yet.”

It doesn’t really hit him why it all makes sense until now, when he’s kind of in a daze about everything and reflecting on the fact that it’s been an entire month and a half since the army left town. A month and one-half, and the slow pacing doesn’t feel so slow anymore. It’s only been a month and one half plus two weeks that they’ve known each other. Of course asking Daniil to stay with him had been colossally stupid.

There’s no one to notice his flush. Not because he’s alone; far from it. The streets have returned to their bustling nature and the kids are at home, but he isn’t there. He’s in a house in the Stone Yard with Daniil. Not in Eva’s, anymore, as he’s no longer a guest. And for the same reasons, Artemy has no issues pushing himself up from the bed and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. Maybe cooking will distract him from the memory of sheer lunacy that was asking a man he’d only known a week to live with him.

But his isolation doesn’t last long. If he were more poetic, he’d have some flowery way to word the fact that he’d never wanted it. Daniil wore his like protection, but where he normally distanced himself with at least a little bit of pride, Artemy’s otherness was a source of melancholy. Moments like this were never different. Daniil clings in his sleep, where he’s entirely Daniil and his guard is let down. He clings, too, when he’s just woken up, or when they’re alone together and the only part of Dankovsky the Bachelor left is his coat. The metaphorical clinging, the kind with his words, becomes literal in moments like this, and Artemy lets out a breath when Daniil’s arms go around him.

He wants to stop in his movements and hold him back, but there’s a reason Artemy doesn’t act on every impulse he feels. He reigns these in as he works on their food, feeling Daniil’s chest move in breaths against his back as he wakes up just out of sight.

Once he’s done cooking, he can turn around, no longer all that surprised at how strong Daniil’s arms are around his body.

Artemy stares down at Daniil, looking up his chest at him, and thinks about what he wants to say. He thinks about what he said, when he first came back home, to all this death and this trauma and his friends barely speaking; to his father’s death and the reason the disease came back; to not trusting Daniil or Clara or the Inquisitor or the Army and being scared shitless they’d all be killed. He thinks about how he said he wasn’t sure if he knew how to love, and there are still parts of him that think he doesn’t know how to properly. He thinks about his aborted attempts to write or research poetry and letters to send back and all the times he wanted to kiss first but felt too clumsy.

What he says is, “I made you breakfast.” He closes his eyes, and squeezes his fingers just tight enough to make his knuckles crack. “That’s not what I meant,” he says.

But Daniil, in a move so typical of Dankovsky, interrupts him, humming as he reaches around Artemy to grab a plate. “I know,” he says. “I love you, too.”

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༄ Swipe, baby! | Part 12 - Oh, a real gentleman, I see

Idol!Taehyung x Reader sm/au

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Genre: Crack humor, Romance/Fluff

╰ You both swiped right on each others tinder profile with no pictures of yourselves.

You keep the details on the low; no names, no nothing, only your ages. To keep the interest until the meeting, you started talking casually, but little did you know that the guy that's trying to get into your pants is no one else than Kim Taehyung, Singer of BTS, and little does he know, that you are completely whipped for the man, an army by heart since day 1.

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Taehyungs grip around your wrist is tight and his pace is fast, it's taking all you've got to keep up and not stumble over your own feet.

„Tae- Taehyung,“ you stutter. „Can we slow down it's really hard to walk if you- if you pull me like this.“

„You brought this over yourself y/n, you'll have to learn your lesson.“

Hearing your name falling from his lips nearly has you losing your breath. Your name? Said by the Kim Taehyung? The man you've been losing your mind over for around 6 years? This is more than you've ever dared to dream. It almost makes you lose all the confidence you've built up over the evening. It was fun to tease him and drive him crazy, but now that it's close to happening you're getting pretty nervous, and the fact that he pulled himself together and took the upper hand again is almost intimidating.

As soon as you reach the doors Taehyung agressively types in the door code and continues to drag you over to the elevator. He's repeatingly pressing the button impatiently while waiting for it to arrive.

As soon as it's there, the doors open agonizingly slow and Taehyung shoves you through them the second the doors give enough space to do so; unbothered by the fact they did not fully open yet.

With one swift pull he spins you around so your back is meeting the wall on the left side as he slams his hands onto it and traps you between his arms. Seconds later, all you recognize is how he's leaning in sharply, with his face so close to yours that it has your breath hitching in your throat.

„You shouldn't have played me like this, y/n.“ he says while one of his hands is leaving your side to push the button thats starting the elevator.

You're meeting his hand halfway as he's about to bring it back and take it into yours, locking eyes with him. He's in control right now and you don't like it; you have to do something about this.

After stopping his hand with yours and holding it in place for a second, you're guiding it to rest on your cheek, not losing the intense eye contact even for the smallest of moments.

You watch as his bottom lip trembles and his adams apple bobs in his throat before he exhales shakingly.

Within the blink of an eye, what follows next is his lips crashing onto yours and his fingers diving into your hair. His lips are warm and soft and the kiss is greedy and filled with passion and in this moment its taking you everything to not rip his shirt off of him. His teeth are pulling eagerly at your lower lip and as he lets go of it his tongue is softly grazing your mouth, begging for entrance.

As much as you wanted to have a taste of is tongue, you don't get to let him in; the elevator opens its doors and Taehyung pulls away.

„Let's get out of here so we can continue somewhere more comfortable,“ he growls under his breath while he takes your hand, fingers intertwined.

As you walk towards the door, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the impressive and gigantic building the boys are living in- not to mention how overwhelming the fact, that you're about to enter their dorm and spend a night with your bias, already is.

Taehyung is quick to type in the door code and he doesn't hesitate to push you through the door immediately.

With the sound of the door closing, he's already finding his way back to your body; his hands are gripping tightly around your waist as he's pulling you closer.

Sadly, just as he's about to lean back in to kiss you, nature is suddenly calling. This might not be the best timing, but on the other hand, it's pretty much just fitting into your plan of gaining back the upper hand. It won't hurt to leave him hanging high and dry for once more.

„Not so fast, big boy,“ you say while bringing up one finger, placing it on his lips, stopping him midway.

„What is it?“ he's asking under his breath as he's planting a kiss onto your finger.

„I kinda have to use your bathroom... can I?“

He's pulling away sharply, confusion visible on his face. „Uhm, of course you can... uhh, it's right over there,“ he responds with raised eyebrows as he's pointing into a direction.

You free yourself out of Taehyungs grip and start making your way towards the bathroom as you hear him calling out to you.

„I'll be waiting for you in my room, just walk down the hall on the right side.“

You turn on the spot, sending a nod his way. „Sure, I'll be right there,“ you assure him, making him smile.

But you wouldn't let go of a perfect opportunity to put one on top, not in this fight over dominance. So what you're doing, is forming a silent ,daddy‘ with your mouth, watching as Taehyungs eyes are widening while you turn back around to continue walking.

As soon as you reached the door Taehyung has pointed towards, you're quick to push down the handle- you wanna make him wait, but you don't want to make him wait for long.

Surprisingly the door won't open, though. Instead, you hear a voice calling out to you.

„Uhm, hyung?? I'm still in here so... would you mind??“

Being an Army for so many years, you know exactly to whom that voice belongs to. It's no one else than Jeon Jungkook, and it has you shocked. You would have thought that no one would be in the dorm when Taehyung brings you over, but certainly you've been proven wrong. Too bad that you have to keep the act of not knowing them up.

„E-... excuse me?“ you say nervously.

It doesn't help that now there's a big awkward silence, caused by probably both of you being equally surprised.

„I... uh... I-I'm sorry but-... uh yeah... occupied,“ Jungkook stutters out, being obviously just as nervous as you are.

„Uhh, okay, that's fine. Do you think it'll take long? I really have to... you know... pee.“

„Sadly, I think so... I'm sorry but I have been here for a while already and I don't think that'll change anytime soon...“ he says with the tiniest of voices. He sure sounds embarrassed.

„Oh dear, how long have you been in there?“

„... four hours...“

„Fo-four hours? You poor boy, what happened to you?!“

„I might have eaten 21 buckets of KFC... it's kinda taking its toll right now...“

„What- twenty-one buckets? That's... well, yeah. I can see that might take a while,“ you laugh. „But that doesn't change anything... do you happen to have a second bathroom?“

„Yes, it's actually two doors to the left, it should be free!“ he responds, now a bit more excited.

„Thank you! And... good luck in there!“ you cheer, as you turn away to find the other bathroom.

„Thanks.“

As you are about to pass the first of the two doors, it suddenly shoots open and Hoseok is sliding out of what seems to be his room.

He's leaning onto the door frame, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

„Hey sexy, how are we doing tonight? Who's your daddy, huh?“

„Someone that's not you,“ you reply as you keep walking, unfazed.

„Fair enough,“ is all he says as he quickly disappears, shutting his door.

That sure was not what you'd have imagined what Hoseok would be like, but who are you to judge, you are not better.

As you push down the handle of the door next to Hoseoks, you are relieved to see that it in fact is the bathroom. You step inside and quickly do what nature is calling for.

Taking two, three glances in the mirror after washing your hands, you straighten your dress, fix a couple strands of hair and are ready to go find Taehyung.

‚Just walk down the hall on the right side,‘ you recall. ‚Shouldn't be too hard.‘

The right side of the hall is pretty much in front of you now, there is only one problem- it hasn't exactly only one door.

„Of course he didn't tell me which one,“ you mumble to yourself. You could try and call out his name, but you aren't very fond of the idea of making a fool out of yourself.

This damn guy. You immediately understood why you had to give your phone away as soon as you saw him and you didn't mind, but right now it wouldn't have been too bad to have it back.

Taking a deep breath you place your bet on the first door there is. Every rational thinking person would mention which door it is if it wouldn't be the first one, so that must be it, right?

Slowly you open the door and dare to peek inside. The lights are out, yet the space is dimly lit by a monitor that's left turned on. The whole room is a mess made out of empty bottles of banana milk, ramyeon bowls and a giant load of KFC buckets.

‚Jesus christ, Jungkook...,‘ is all you think as you close the door again. Not the room you were looking for.

Now you're getting nervous. As it seems, you'll have to go through all the doors, as much as you'd wish that wouldn't be the case.

Gathering some courage, you're knocking on the door next to Jungkooks before you open it carefully.

This time, the lights are on and the room isn't empty either; someone's sitting in their chair working on something on the computer. You immediately figure that you've barged into the wrong room again, but when he's starting to turn around in his chair, you'd feel rude if you would just leave now.

„You must be the girl that's Taehyungs guest for the night?“ Yoongi says with a monotone voice.

„Yes, I am and... you are?“

„That's not important right now. It's just good that I met you before, because...,“ he says while turning back around, opening a drawer, looking for something. When he found what he's been looking for, he reaches for his pocket, pulling his wallet out and turns back around as he continues his sentence. „You're going to stay over night, I assume? So, let me ask you, how exactly are you going to pay for this? I can accept cash,“ he says while lifting the wallet a bit, „....or credit cards,“ he says as he lifts a pocket card reader with his other hand, smirking.

You chuckle. This is probably the most hilarious thing you've ever witnessed. These guys are rich, and yet he asks you for money?

„Excuse me, but... this house doesn't exactly look like you'd need this, are you for real?“

Yoongi lets out a breathy laughter while putting down both of the items in his hands.

„We might seem rich, but I like to be on the safe side, you never know when you run out of money, you know?“ he explains with a smile, his expression kind of thoughtful.

You assume that this mindset probably has its roots in the fact that he grew up very poor, so he'd try to do everything to keep that from happening.

„I think I can understand that,“ you start. „and who would I be if I wouldn't support that? Also I kinda liked the way you asked. It was funny.“

You're laughing as you finish your sentence. Reaching into your bag, you drag out your wallet and pull out a dollar.

„I'm so sorry, but I can't just give you everything I have, since you never know when you run ouf money. But I can give you this as a thanks for the hospitality.“ you mock, and his eyes widen in surprise as you offer him the money.

„Are you for real?“

„Yes, just take it,“ you respond with a laughter.

„Holy shit, this is the first time someone actually does that. Geez, girl, you might not be as bad as I thought!“

„Excuse me?“ You're cocking an eyebrow.

„Nothing, forget it!“ he quickly says.

„Alright... listen, I should probably get going. Keep doing what you do, it's amazing!“

Shit. You didn't think that sentence through.

„What?“

„Uhh, the... the money thingy, you know. It's amazing how you, uh yeah, how you're managing that! I'll leave now, enjoy your night!“ you stutter out.

Yoongis face is decorated with a huge smile.

„No, you better enjoy your night.“

Closing his door behind you, you're taking a deep breath. That was close. You have to be more careful with what you're saying.

Giving the next room a try, you definitely did not expect what just happened, and neither did the person inside expect someone to walk in.

You are peeking your head into Kim Namjoon's room, which isn't a bad thing at all, but his eyes are fixed on you as his mouth hangs open in embarrassment.

He was listening to a song you know all too well, no, he wasn't just listening, he was enjoying it. He enjoyed ‚Expensive girl‘. He danced to it.

„That never happened.“ he says emotionless.

„Deal.“

You know exactly why he's embarrassed, but since he doesn't know that, you decide to take a different route.

„That was a nice song, though. What's it called?“ you say with a soft smile.

Namjoons eyes widen even more when you said that.

„Are you- are you serious?“

„Yes, I am.“

„Fuck yeah it is right?! I knew someone will think so. You know what? I'm sick and tired of hiding that song. I'm sick and tired of pretending I don't like it. It's a good song, and thats the facts, ain't it like that?“ he says with way too much exitement and somehow a hint of aggression.

‚Who hurt this poor boy? Jesus christ, why does he feel so angry?‘

„The song is actually a cover, someone named Rap Monster made it. He changed his name though, but he's really sick!! You should give him a try,“ Namjoon says with a smirk.

You're having a hard time not to laugh. If only they'd know.

„I'm sure he is.“

„You're not in here for me, though, huh? You're looking for Taehyungs room. It's the last door at the end of the hall. After mine there's a couple other rooms following. You probably stumbled into some other rooms before mine, I guess I'm just... yeah, I guess I'm just trying to be nice so you won't waste your time.“

„Trying to be nice, huh?“ you laugh.

„Yeah, I mean, how could I not? You promised not to tell anyone about what just happened, so I'm just giving back the favor.“

„Oh, a real gentleman, I see.“

You both laugh out loud and remain smiling at each other quietly for a few more seconds afterwards. The guy that just seemed like an angry one now doesn't seem angry anymore at all; he suddenly feels warm.

„You're pretty cool, do you know that?“ you compliment him, your voice sincere.

Namjoons smile fades away, and he's staring at you with big eyes.

„I'll go now. Keep your nice taste in music up, alright?“

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he just nods a couple times.

Poor guy. You must have flustered him, although you have to say that this expression looks pretty cute on his face.

With a smile on your face, you wave him goodbye as you close the door behind you.

Namjoon's a decent man. At least he's told you where Taehyungs room is.

So here you are, walking towards the end of the hall, and as you reach it you realize that you're facing another problem. Just as you thought you might finally be able to get this night started, you are standing in the middle of two doors.

‚At least its a 50:50 chance now... instead of tons of possible doors that could be the right one.‘

Namjoon really could have mentioned if it was the left or the right door. But well, you're thankful that you didn't have to open the other 5 doors thanks to his hint, so you're not complaining.

‚Fuck it, let's just go with the left door.‘

Knocking first, you open the door ever so slowly before you step inside a bit. You can't see anyone to your left, but as your head turns over to the right, you find Jimin sitting on his bed in a cute pajama set.

This is probably the purest thing you've ever seen. He was reading a book, and as he faces you, your eyes lock. He looks as if he's absolutely mesmerized; his eyes wide and lips slightly parted, and you'd be lying if you'd say that this moment doesn't make your heart skip a beat.

„....I- uh.... I'm sorry.... wrong room,“ is all you can bring out, your eyes still locked.

He slowly nods at your words.

There's a short moment of silence before you cut the tension that lays thick in the air.

„I should... uhm... yeah,“ you stutter as you point over your shoulder with your thumb. Again, he only nods in response.

Just the second before you close the door, you can hear Jimin whispering a quiet ‚wow‘ under his breath.

As soon as it's closed, you're leaning onto his door. What the fuck was that?

While you're leaning there, though, your eyes fall onto the door in front of you.

Taehyungs door.

‚Alright, y/n. Game on.‘

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One Handsome Devil (TRR)

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Chapter 50 : Part 2

_Recovery_

Kate opens her eyes to a world of grey, feeling groggy and disoriented. The oxygen mask hissed as she breathed, the rubber bands that hooked it behind her ears pinched her skin. As her eyes focused she realized she was in a hospital room. The soft beep of her heart monitor filtered in as her other senses came awake. Lifting her right hand she sees the IV tube in the back of her hand and the electronic sensor clamped to her finger. When she tried to move her other arm it wouldn't budge. Oh my God, what's happening? Why does my shoulder ache so much?

The monitor attached to her finger starts to beep rapidly, registering her growing panic and the thumping of her heart. Her warm breath clouds the mask as she gulps at the cool air filling her lungs, her tears sting her eyes and her cheeks.

She hears the hurried footsteps of someone approaching and then the curtain surrounding her bed is ripped aside. The kind sympathetic face of a young female intern swims into view.

"Easy there Miss Darling, everything is going to be ok." She says, soothingly.

Adjusting the bed and pillows so Kate can sit up, she gently pulls the mask off her face and then dabs at her face with the corner of the bedsheet.

Kate gives her a weak smile of gratitude as she looks up at her nametag. "Th-..thankyou...Dr. Maloney." she whispers.

Kate's head was full of questions, Where am I? Where is Drake? Is he Ok? What happened to me in the accident?

"Where am I?" She asks as she looks at the sling on her left shoulder and the cast on her arm.

Dr. Maloney smiles, "You're at Portavira General Hospital."

Kate frowns, looking around for anyone familiar, suddenly feeling very alone. "Portavira?" where the hell is that? "I'm not in the Capital?"

The intern shakes her head, picking up her chart. "You were brought here by helicopter."

Kate has a vague memory of being strapped to a stretcher and being lifted. Then the airsick woozy feeling of being moved around randomly like a bad amusement ride.

Sliding her hand over her belly, it feels bloated and there are bandages that scrape against her hospital gown.

"What..what were my injuries?" Kate asks nervously, scared of the answer.

The doctor reads her chart out loud, bypassing the medical jargon and putting things in words Kate would understand, "Uh let's see, a dislocated shoulder, a fracture to the forearm, and a minor tearing of the uterine wall from blunt trauma. You were bleeding out pretty badly, but with a minor surgery they were able to stitch you up and stop the bleeding."

Kate gasps, "A tearing of my what?"

Terrifying thoughts of future infertility and miscarriage race through her mind, causing a deep feeling of dread. She and Drake had just talked about how much they wanted children.

Dr. Maloney looked up from the chart, noticing that Kate has gotten a little paler, and her eyes were wide with worry. "Don't worry, the womb is very resilient. It takes a beating from the inside for several months while it holds onto a fetus. You'll heal just fine and be able to try for another baby in a few weeks."

Kate grips the sheet over her belly, scoffing with denial, "Another baby? I wasn't pregnant."

Sure I was late, but that was nothing new. But then again the last time I was late I didn't have a boyfriend. Oh my God no..

"According to your bloodwork and a urine sample there was a slight elevation in your hormone levels, and the presence of HCG. But there was only a trace amount so we can't be totally sure at this point. I'm sorry to alarm you. The nature of your bleeding prompted us to assume a miscarriage, and we tested for signs of pregnancy in your bloodwork. Were you and your husband trying to conceive?"

Kate shakes her head trying to swallow, her throat was dry from the oxygen she had been administered. "Can..can I get a drink of water please?" She whispers.

The doctor lays the clipboard on the foot of the bed, "Oh sure, sorry about that. I know this is a lot to take in all at once."

Dr. Maloney pours her a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. Kate accepts it, her hand shaking slightly as she sips. "Thanks."

Picking up her chart again, Dr Maloney looks over her information. "You're a mystery 'Kate Darling, 25' We have a lot of gaps to fill in. When you arrived we only had your name and age."

Kate takes another sip of water. "I was wondering how you knew my name. I don't remember telling anyone."

"I'm not sure who identified you, that's just what they were calling you when you were wheeled in."

Pulling over a chair, Dr. Maloney clicks her pen and then sits down with her chart. "Ok let's fill in the blanks. Your birthdate?"

"December 17th, 1992." Kate says, guessing that the fresh faced intern was around the same age based on the slight turning up of the corners of her mouth.

"Your address?"

Kate gnaws on her lip, "That's a good question, because I really don't know. I live at the Royal Palace with King Nicholas."

Dr. Maloney chuckles, "Yeah right. Seriously where do you live?"

"I'm not kidding. I live at the Royal Palace with the King and I'm engaged to his best friend." Kate insists, knowing that her story sounded crazy to the average person.

"Okaaay, we'll leave that space blank for now." The doctor says, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head. Seriously how hard did this girl hit her head?

"Who do I list as your next of kin?"

"Umm, well my parents live in the U.S. and Brazil so there's no point in listing them. I should probably say King Nicholas, where he's technically responsible for me being in the country, but there's no way I'm allowed to give out his personal phone number. If I told you any other name than my fiance he'd probably be mad, so list Drake Walker as my next of kin."

The Doctor scribbles his name on the form. "And his phone number?"

"He doesn't have a home phone, just a cell, is that Ok?"

The Doctor nods, waiting.

Kate rhymes off Drake's phone number. Damn I wish I could talk to him, tell him I'm Ok. Looking around the unfamiliar recovery room again, Kate feels incredibly lonely. She could really use a familiar face or voice right now.

"Before we can admit you we need to contact Mr. Walker to let him know where you are. As your next of kin he should know your condition as well."

Kate gives the doctor a grateful smile, "Is there any way I can talk to him? I don't have my phone with me."

Dr. Maloney nods, "Your condition is pretty stable. I'll go get you a wheel chair, and then I'll take you out to the nurse's station to call..." she looks down at the paper again to find his name.

"Drake." Kate replies, smiling.

"Yes, thanks." Dr. Maloney gets up from the chair. "Be right back."

Kate settles back against her pillows, looking down at her arm in its cast and sling, she smooths the blanket over her bandaged sore belly. Did we really have a baby in there? It's only been a few days, probably not. I was just late that's all. I hope the surgery doesn't leave a big scar.

She sees the Doctor coming back with the wheel chair. "Ok Miss Daisy, your chariot awaits."

Dr. Maloney drops the side of her hospital bed, disconnecting her pulse monitor from her finger and switching off the machine when the alarm goes off. Placing an arm around her back, and scooping her arm under her knees she carefully helps Kate turn to sit up on the side of the bed. "You're stronger than you look, Dr. Maloney." Kate laughs.

"I've had plenty of practice. Compared to moving a full grown man, you're light as a feather." She says, blushing at the compliment.

Kate eyes the smooth vinyl seat of the wheelchair and then looks down at her bare legs. "I'm guessing my fancy chariot doesn't have heated leather seat cushions."

Pulling the thermal blanket off the bed, Dr. Maloney folds it in half on the diagonal and lays it across the seat and back of the wheelchair. "That should help. Once you're aboard we can wrap the extra blanket around you like a shawl to keep you covered and preserve a little dignity."

"Awww, thanks Doc, that'll be perfect." Kate says with a grateful sigh of relief.

Once Kate is bundled up in her wheelchair, she wheels her IV pole along while Dr. Maloney pushes the chair. "What's your first name Doctor? If you don't mind me asking? You've been so nice to me I'd feel better if I could refer to you by your first name."

"Denise." She says, navigating Kate out to the nurses station.

Kate cuddles her blanket around herself as Denise talks to the nurse behind the counter. After they update her file in the computer the nurse picks up the receiver on the phone.

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